The Dao mind is natural, neither worried nor happy, neither bitter nor happy, with a clear mind and a peaceful mind.
Zhuyu's temperament changed instantly, and his whole person became more restrained and mature, the spiritual power in his body became more agile, and the Nascent Soul in his Dantian became more solid. Many principles that seemed to be understood but not yet understood were understood at this moment.
But at this time, Mo Chongshan and Yang Songxiu were all out of their lamps, like candles in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.
Their bodies were shaking rapidly, and there was no trace of blood on their faces, but they both had smiles on their faces.
Mo Chongshan gently opened his hand, holding a thin booklet in his hand, and said: "Senior nephew Zhuyu, Brother Yang and I have all our achievements in this booklet. Although you are not proficient in music, you are still
I hope you can accept it, and if you can find a good successor in the future, our eight hundred years will be considered not wasted."
Zhu Yu nodded gently, without refusing, and reached out his hand to carefully take the thin booklet.
I saw four words written on the booklet: "Sincerely ask about the immortal genealogy."
"Sincerely ask the immortal?"
Zhu Yu was startled. Mo Chongshan and Yang Xiusong were stunned at the same time. Yang Xiusong said: "Little fellow Taoist, do you think this name is inappropriate?"
Zhu Yu said calmly: "Very good, I will definitely treasure this score with all my heart."
"Hehe!" Mo Chongshan smiled and said: "Master Zhuyu, our Taoist heart is true, so this book is a book of sincere questions to immortals. If so, what do you think the name of this book should be?"
Zhu Yu calmly said: "In this case, I will use the four words 'Swordsman and Proud Jianghu'."
"Swordsman?" Mo Zhongshan's eyes widened, and he laughed loudly. "Okay, okay, bold and profound, Swordsman is a big second. It is sincere and natural. I didn't expect that I, Mo Zhongshan, would be like this all my life."
Struggle, but still be able to be proud of the world, everything is worth it..."
He laughed again. The laughter stopped abruptly in the middle, and he died.
But on the booklet in hand, the four words "Sincerely Asking Immortals" have disappeared, replaced by the four words "Swordsman and Proud Jianghu".
Obviously this was Mo Chongshan's last display of his magical powers when he was about to die.
"Brother Mo Xian. Uncle Mo!" Zhu Yu and Yang Xiusong said at the same time. Zhu Yu looked sad, but Yang Xiusong looked relieved.
He held Mo Chongshan's body with both hands, raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yu, and said with great difficulty: "Little Taoist friend Zhu Yu, I know a little about the Shenji Sect. The Heavenly Book of the Shenji Sect hides the calamity of the Heavenly Secret. You have to be careful.
, be careful and be more careful..."
Zhu Yu nodded seriously. Yang Xiusong, as an immortal from the mountains and rivers beyond the fog, naturally had extraordinary knowledge.
He saved his life, so it's not surprising to know that he has some connection with Shenji Sect.
But I never knew that there was a heavenly secret hidden in the Book of Heaven.
I think this has something to do with the secret method of Shenji Sect.
The Heavenly Disaster, since it is a disaster, could it be...
Are there traps in the Book of Heaven, and are there falsehoods in the Book of Heaven? Since it is a disaster, it is not a little bit different, but a completely different illusion. Otherwise, how can it be called a disaster?
Zhu Yu was surprised and more curious, but in the end it turned into calm.
Dao's heart is natural, whether it is true or false, whether it is true or false, Zhuyu is peaceful and open-minded, what does it matter?
Yang Xiusong nodded with admiration on his face. He turned his hand and a dark jade pendant appeared in his hand. He handed the jade pendant to Zhu Yu and said: "This is something I carry with me. If you meet someone worthy of this in the future,
I hope you can take care of the jade pendant."
He shook his head slightly and said: "This place is a mysterious altar. There is such an altar in Jiuding in the world. Brother Mo Xian and I got great benefits from the altar, but it is nothing more than
Just some fur.
You have great luck and good fortune, so you can pay more attention to this place in the future, maybe it is related to the inheritance of the Immortal King."
Zhuyu frowned slightly and nodded.
If it had been before, he would have been shocked in his heart. How amazing is the inheritance of the Immortal King? If he could get the inheritance of the Immortal King, would he still seek immortality without any way?
But now, Zhu Yu's heart has long been open-minded and transparent, and the word "nature" has been planted in his heart.
Whether it is the inheritance of the Immortal King or the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor, there are secrets and fortunes in the world. What you can get is easy to get, and what you don't have a chance can't be obtained even if you work hard, so what is there to be shocked about?
Yang Xiusong's voice gradually became lower and lower, becoming inaudible.
He seemed to be humming slightly, and the melody was the wonderful "Swordsman". The melody was so beautiful that he was immersed in it. His face showed an innocent smile like a child, and gradually he lost all breath.
…
Zhu Yu kowtowed respectfully to the two of them three times. He originally wanted to bury the two of them and then set up a monument as evidence.
But when I think about the fact that the two heavenly masters are not secular people, they may support each other, go through a cycle of life and death, and be close friends in the next life, so why do I need to add superfluous information?
Zhu Yu stood up and had no intention of exploring further along the stream.
Remembering Yang Xiusong's last warning to him, he played several magic tricks. The scene in front of him changed and he returned to Qidu.
…
A place more than a thousand miles away from the west gate of Qidu.
Two great magical powers and swordsmen faced off in the void, and the confrontation between the Heavenly Master level powerhouses shocked the entire void.
"Boom! Boom!"
A loud noise like thunder tore through the void, and two figures slowly emerged in the twisted void.
Chu Buqun, the first emperor of Chu, was dressed in white, his sleeves were fluttering, and he stood with his sword in hand. He looked indescribably chic.
As for the other person, his clothes were knotted, his face was pale, his hair was messy, his waist was stooped, his eyes were shining with a sinister light, he was panting, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
When these two people compare, it is like a phoenix is compared to a crow, a swan is compared to a sparrow.
Chu Buqun smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said: "Sect Master Mu, you are indeed profound in Taoism. Bu Qun has not touched the sword for two hundred years. Today, after sparring with Master Mu, I realized that my swordsmanship is completely useless.
The last move just now, if I hadn't been lucky enough to practice magical powers and mental techniques for several hundred years, I probably wouldn't have been able to resist it!"
"Hey!" Mu Qingliu's expression changed, and he was extremely shocked.
As the leader of the Tianbian Sect, Mu Qingliu has always been very noble and feels that his combat power is enough to rank among the top ten in China today.
However, today, he fought with Yu Yutong from the Sword God Sect. The two sides' fighting power was evenly matched. Although Yu Yutong felt uncomfortable, he did not take advantage of him at all.
But now in the battle with Chu Buqun, the former emperor of Chu, he actually lost. Chu Buqun has a great reputation in the immortal world. He is indeed a Wuxi scholar with a great reputation. He is really profound in cultivation and has strong combat power.
Unbelievable.
If he hadn't held back just now and was as ruthless as him, Mu Qingliu would have stayed in Qi today.
He glanced at Lin Shaofang in the endless distance and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, Fellow Daoist Chu is indeed very generous and kind-hearted. I, Mu Qingfeng, am ashamed of myself. But this little bastard from the Lin family has nothing to offer. Fellow Daoist Chu wants to take advantage of him."
Trying to squeeze out the magic power of 'avoiding evil' will most likely be in vain."
Chu Buqun's expression changed. A cloud of clouds hovered above his head as if it were nothing, and he said:
"Fellow Taoist Mu, you are a hero even though everyone respects you. But you actually made such slanderous remarks. Do you really think that I am the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva and that I am born with a good temper?"
Mu Qingfeng was startled, his eyes fixed on the wisp of clouds above Chu Buqun's head, and he was extremely nervous.
The Qixia Gongjue passed down by the Chu royal family is indeed a unique skill, extremely powerful.
Using this technique to control the sword seemed to be weak at first, but after a few moves, the power of the clouds persisted and became stronger and stronger. At the end, the entire void was enveloped by this mysterious power.
, Mu Qingfeng’s magical swordsmanship was not working smoothly.
He was defeated by this technique just now, and he was extremely afraid of it.
Mu Qingliu was always a man who could adapt to the changing circumstances. Seeing Chu Buqun's strength, he laughed again and said:
"Fellow Daoist Chu, please don't be angry. I, Old Mu, are just joking. Haha, speaking of it, our Tianbian Sect and the Chu royal family have also been promoted to the second rank of Xianlu Sect. It is quite a fate. Since Daoist Chu, you are a humble gentleman, and I don't want to see my old Mu's violent temper.
That’s all for today.
Tomorrow I will be thinking about the essence of the art of swordsmanship. Maybe one day my hands will be itchy, so I will go to Chujing to find fellow Taoists, and we will learn from each other again... Haha..."
He let out a haha, disappeared, and ran away.
Chu Buqun just shook his head and said: "How difficult is the road ahead for the orthodoxy of immortality in the world? The orthodoxy of the human world is full of vicissitudes..."
What he said was extremely sincere and extremely heavy, and his look of compassion was even more admirable.
Lin Shaofang in the distance could no longer contain his inner desire, and flew to Chu Buqun's side desperately. He bowed down and cried bitterly: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of Chu, Lin Shaofang, the unworthy descendant of Weiwu Hall, kowtows to you."
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At the same time... at the same time... I hope that the Emperor of Chu can accept my foolish son into the Chu royal family, and I will be firm in my Taoism and will not fall into the prestige passed down by the Chu royal family."
Chu Buqun had a smile on his face. His smile was kind and gentle, making people feel like they were breathing spring breeze.
He gently raised his hand, and Lin Shaofang stood up involuntarily. Chu Buqun said: "Master Lin Shao is young and promising, and he comes from a famous family. If you really want to join the royal family, I can help you introduce Senior Brother Qi Huang Mo.
Senior Brother Mo's Taoism is ten times better than mine..."
"Senior Chu Emperor, ever since Shaofang saw the charisma of his senior, he has been filled with extreme admiration and adoration in his heart, and his determination to become a disciple has become firm. Apart from senior, I no longer think of him as anyone else, so..."
"whee!"
A chuckle rang out, and Chu Tong'er and many disciples of the Chu royal family quietly appeared behind Chu Buqun. This laugh came from Chu Tong'er's mouth.
"You are such an ignorant brat. With your cultivation level, you actually want to become my father's disciple. It's really ridiculous. If you practice hard for another hundred years, it will be enough!" Chu Tong'er said with a smile.
Lin Shaofang was stunned and his face instantly turned red. Chu Buqun's expression changed suddenly. He turned to look at Chu Tong'er and solemnly said: "You don't know etiquette and you are arrogant because of your skills. Go back and see if I won't punish you severely..."
[There has been a power outage for two consecutive days. At first it was only out during the day, but today it is out even at night. This chapter was sent by Nan Hua when he drove to the top of a mountain ten miles away to find a mobile phone signal and then sent it through a personal hotspot.
The archives have run out, and there will definitely be no more updates tomorrow morning. I hope there will be electricity in the afternoon, which will not affect the evening updates. There is no way, the rural power grid is so fucked up!] (To be continued...)