Chapter 112: Breaking the Tribulation, Mental Embryo
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The blue sea is boundless and the sky is vast. Su Qinian stands high in the sky, his eyes becoming more solemn than ever before.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, as time passes, on the boundless sea, the waves recede, the storm subsides, and under the black clouds, there is a kind of tranquility before death.
Boom!
After half a stick of incense, there was a muffled sound above the nine heavens, the void trembled, and a kind of energy that shocked the soul began to rise.
It seemed to be the sound of beating drums, and Su Qinian's eyes were filled with strange colors. Could it be that there really is a heaven above the nine heavens? It was the heavenly soldiers beating war drums.
Boom!
After the sound of a drum beating, a second sound of drums sounded again, causing ripples in the void, but they collapsed in front of Su Qinian, as if being cut open by an invisible edge.
Su Qinian turned his hand back, and on his back, a long green iron sword appeared from the void to reality.
Reaching out to hold the handle of the knife, Su Qinian raised his head, his eyes blooming with infinite light.
At this moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the void, penetrate all illusions, and a majestic Qi burst out of the body, stirring the sky wind and calming the ripples in the void.
This is……
Su Qinian's eyes flickered with immeasurable light, like the scorching sun in the sky, too bright to be looked directly at. What did he see? In the thick black clouds, there was a gurgling stream. This stream was about one foot wide and crystal clear to the bottom.
But if you look closely, it seems to be colorful and magnificent, and you can vaguely see many figures.
This stream is unreal, a bit hazy, and seems to be somewhere between reality and illusion, with a soul-stirring charm.
Just looking at it, Su Qinian felt his heart tremble, but as he tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, his mind remained as unmoving as the eternal light.
"this is impossible!"
Between his brows, the old man's hand holding the hammer trembled slightly. He murmured to himself, unbelievable, but in Su Qinian's divine court, he could clearly understand whatever Su Qinian saw.
At the first sight of this stream hidden in the calamity of heaven, the old man understood the inextricable connection between him and this stream.
It was almost a blessing to his soul, high in the sky, before the third drum beat sounded, Su Qinian took action.
Clang!
A sharp sword light, green and misty, seemed to be between reality and illusion. It burst out in an instant and penetrated the entire sky.
The dense black cloud was divided into two, and was cut open by the sharp edge of the sword. Then, under the shocked eyes of the old man, the sword fell hard and struck the stream deep in the black cloud.
Boom!
There were sparks flying and the sound of gold and iron clashing.
The only difference from ordinary days is that each of these sparks is as big as a mountain, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, villages and towns, longing figures, and curling smoke.
The most important thing is that in every Mars, one can clearly see a person, a shirtless, muscular young man, carrying a black hammer on his back, walking on the famous mountains and rivers, and on the railings of the market.
In the Su Qinian Divine Court, the old man was trembling all over, watching the sparks burst and shatter. His scarred body gradually exuded a breath of fresh air, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
outside world.
Before Su Qinian could use his sword again, the stream that was about a foot wide was cut into pieces and disappeared into nothingness like a dream.
The stream disappeared, the split dense black clouds also disappeared, and the sky light reappeared. A golden sun hung high in the sky for nine days, and shed soft light. Under this light, Su Qinian felt that his whole body became...
Completely different, you can see the full muscles, and even the pores on the body are clearly visible.
A ball of light shot out from between the eyebrows and transformed into the figure of the old man again.
As the old man left, the previously completely different world returned to its original state, and the majestic and vast spiritual power receded like a vast ocean. He felt a little disappointed, but Su Qinian quickly returned to calm. At the same time, he also discovered that although
The old man has left, but the world in front of him has indeed undergone some changes. It is clearer than before. All kinds of subtleties, as long as he concentrates his mind, seem to slow down a thousand times, without missing any detail.
The most important thing is that although his mental power has been condensed and transformed to such a state, it has not diminished at all, and has even improved slightly. This is no small matter, and can be regarded as a huge gain.
As for the previous three attacks, some of the realizations became increasingly blurry and quickly became empty, with only a vague shadow remaining in my mind.
Despite this, Su Qinian believes that as his cultivation level continues to deepen, these shadows will eventually become a seed, taking root, sprouting, blooming, and bearing fruit.
Above the clear sky and blue sea.
At this time, Su Qinian and the old man stood opposite each other, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.
After half a cup of tea, the old man, who no longer had any scars on his body, let go. The black iron hammer turned from solid to virtual and disappeared. He looked at Su Qinian and said in a deep voice: "Are you a descendant of Wudang Qingyang Peak?"
Although the old man asked, his tone was very firm. In this place where souls are separated, Su Qinian understood the extraordinary nature of the old man. The old man probably also saw through some of his secrets. He did not hide it at the moment and nodded: "Senior's eyes are like a torch."
"My eyes are as bright as a torch, how can it be compared to your Qingyang Peak lineage?" The old man shook his head, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance, "I didn't expect that five hundred years later, this "Life-breaking Knife" would be born again."
When Su Qinian heard this, his heart moved and he wanted to speak, but the old man waved his hand and said: "Don't ask, don't think, there is no benefit in knowing too much, but the road to death is difficult. If you want to achieve enlightenment through this, it will be difficult and dangerous.
, there are many disasters, you must be prepared."
The old man's words seemed to have a meaning, but it was the practice of the "Life-Ending Knife". Su Qinian had already experienced it since he walked down Wudang Mountain.
Surrender to fate, suppress evil and promote good.
These eight words exhaust all the good and evil, good and evil, and seem plain, but in the world of mortals, even the ancient sages and sages, there are few who truly unite knowledge and action.
"Let's go."
When the old man spoke again, the land in front of him shattered into pieces. Su Qinian felt a lightness on his body and returned to the dark and deep world of Shenting.
He cupped his fists and saluted the old man, and Su Qinian thought, and his spiritual form changed from reality to emptiness, and his spiritual power was like silver mercury, crystal clear, and returned to his true body.
Buzz!
In an instant, the spirit and body merged into one, and the spiritual whirlpool condensed into a ball of faint silver light, like a embryo, faintly about to give birth to something.
Su Qinian did not open his eyes immediately, but sat cross-legged and meditated, carefully sorting out the harvest. In the dark, he saw the prototype of the dragon and snake of luck, and the golden dragon and snake hissed. His thinking was quick, and all kinds of experiences and understandings became clear, especially
It was the old man's words that were like enlightenment, and now they are echoing in his mind.
Life and death are just a matter of thought, don't seek the way of heaven or immortality!
And there are gods three feet above your head. Instead of asking for gods and goddesses, just worship yourself?
Su Qinian hesitated again. Needless to say, setting up memorial tablets for immortals and gods is definitely more orthodox than establishing oneself as a god. The path of the gods has been determined. For example, in Taoism, there are three Qings who seek immortality and ask questions, and there is Laozi who left Hangu Pass in the west.
To seek peace for all living beings, there is also Emperor Zhenwu who subdues demons and demons. In Buddhism, there is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who vows not to become a Buddha because his hell is not empty. There are also Confucian saints, Confucius and Mencius, who wish all living beings to be like the saints.
And if you establish yourself as a god and practice martial arts for several years, how can you occupy the place of the divine court and accept the incense of all living beings? The gods have their own paths, but what is your own path?
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The little girl didn't want to lie down on the table, feeling a little drowsy. She was too tired, and the dense cloud-patterned iron inner armor was too heavy. Brother Qinian did not allow her to take it off, and had to wear it day and night.
"Don't miss it."
"Grandpa, don't shout, let Bu Nian sleep for a little while longer, just a little..."
Suddenly, the little girl jumped up several feet, opened her big eyes, and saw a familiar figure standing in front of her a few feet away, stretching the wrinkles on her face and smiling at her.
"grandfather!"
The next moment, the little girl's eyes turned red and she flew out. Unfortunately, she underestimated her own strength and the weight on her body. She was only one foot in the air and was about to fall. But soon, a figure flashed in front of her.
, she fell into the familiar embrace that she missed day and night.
"Grandpa, I miss you so much, I miss you so much!" the little girl choked with tears.
The old man stretched out his hand to caress Wu Nian's little head. His eyes were a little cloudy, and he sighed: "Grandpa misses you too. Grandpa is sorry for you."
"Grandpa, please don't leave Bu Nian again, and Bu Nian won't be separated from you again, okay?" The little girl looked up, with a look of hope on her face, and her tender little face was filled with tears.
"Grandpa promises you."
The old man nodded heavily and hugged the little girl tightly. He felt the hard touch on the little girl's body. He stretched out his hand to lift up the little girl's sleeves and saw the iron inner armor with fine moire patterns. The fine armor plates were layered on top of each other.
, can be stretched and retracted to cover the little girl's entire body.
"Where did this inner armor come from?"
"That was what Brother Qinian wanted to put on, but he refused to take it off, and he died of weight loss. It was so hard for him."
The little girl immediately started to complain about her grandfather, but she burst into tears as soon as she finished speaking.
At this time, Su Qinian, who was on the bed, also woke up. When he heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
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The bright moon is like a disk, hanging high in the sky.
It was so quiet in Yangzhou city late at night that you could hear a pin drop.
On the bank of Slender West Lake, on the bank of weeping willows, a figure in a green robe is walking against the moonlight.
This is a middle-aged man, with slender jade-like sideburns visible under the moonlight, and a face like a crown jade. He looks elegant, handsome and handsome.
The middle-aged man's pace was not fast. He had warm eyes and a smile on his face. He walked under the bright moon and weeping willows. Sometimes he was hidden in the shadow of the moon. In a moment, he walked several miles away and arrived at the Dongguan Ancient Street near the lake.
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