Chapter eight hundred and twelfth encounter if you meet
The monk has a good memory, so Xuan Youzi told all the names he had heard about, and Qing Ningzi's name was indeed included in it.
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Let's eat!"
Xuan Youzi happily picked up the rice bowl and said, "Wow, this is delicious, this is delicious, even the rice is cooked better than mine."
"That's because you always add water to the situation." Lu Zhengkang was lost in thought, "By the way, our puja will be next year, right?"
"Yes, this Dharma conference is scheduled for next year's Mid-Autumn Festival."
Lu Zhengkang clicked his tongue, "The comrades who come to the Immortal Fate Conference this time must also participate in the Dharma Conference, right?"
"That's not necessarily the case."
Lu Zhengkang thought about it, "When the time comes, I also want to participate."
Xuan Youzi laughed so much that he almost spit out his rice, "You can pull me down! I am a Dan-forming monk who is barely qualified to fight with others, but you... Hey, you succeeded in building the foundation?!"
"Yes, the foundation building was successful as soon as I woke up."
"Wow, your talent is quite good. It's almost as good as my uncle's."
"How long did it take for the great uncle to build the foundation?"
"About an hour, he realized enlightenment directly on the first day of foundation building."
"It turns out that the master is talking about him." Lu Zhengkang couldn't help but secretly be surprised. Kunlun Palace's Taoist method was much more difficult to build than his Chitian method. To put it bluntly, Chitian method was more similar to divine method, while Kunlun Palace's
It is an orthodox Qi method. "Master Uncle is currently in the Yuan Shen stage. How many years has he practiced Taoism?"
"Only more than six hundred years."
Lu Zhengkang was not sure whether this level was considered fast or slow, but for a genius like Grandmaster who could build a foundation in an hour, six hundred years seemed to be a bit slow to go from refining Qi, forming elixirs, golden elixirs to Yuanshen.
In the hierarchy of Kunlun Palace, within a generation, all the living people have achieved Yuan Shen, and the disciples in the future are considered the next generation. In history, there are people who have achieved true immortality in three hundred years, and some who have achieved true immortality in two hundred years. The great uncle is still a Yuan Shen in six hundred years.
God, such a comparison is quite hurtful to Zhongyong.
"I'm not familiar with the great uncle at all, and he doesn't appreciate me very much. Maybe he has a past, but the headmaster once said that the great uncle wanted to break through to the true immortal. It was just a matter of a thought. Maybe he stayed in the Yuan Dynasty.
Shenqi is probably waiting for his junior brothers to catch up."
Lu Zhengkang and Xuan Youzi started gossiping, and each began to make up the magical history of usurping the great uncle.
The more I talked about it, the more curious I became, especially the great uncle's "Qingqing Sword Technique". He himself said that it was an improvement on the remaining volumes of "Seven Killing Sword Technique". According to legend, "Seven Killing Sword Technique" is a secret killing method leaked from the demon world. It reaches the seventh level.
, every step is difficult, and because the murderous intention is too strong, if you want to become enlightened, you need to go through three heavenly tribulations.
The improved "Qingqing Sword Technique" changes the ruthless swordsmanship to the sentimental swordsmanship. The swordsmanship follows the path of simplifying to complexity, and one sword produces ten thousand methods. It no longer relies on fierce killing intent to win, but turns to a lively spiritual heart.
, using swordsmanship to give a personalized explanation of Tao.
Among the secret techniques inherited from Kunlun Palace, in terms of the level of swordsmanship, "Qi Qing Sword Technique" may not be the top, but in terms of swordsmanship, "Qi Qing Sword Technique" should be ranked first.
Lu Zhengkang made the final decision, "I want to become my teacher!"
Xuan Youzi raised his eyebrows, "In this case, wouldn't you know how to cook and fight? Good brother, I will definitely call you when I go out to travel in the future. I have all the bodyguards and cooks!"
Lu Zhengkang had a look of disgust on his face, "Whoever brings you is a bastard? I must be traveling with a beauty. You, a grown-up man, don't rely on me."
Xuan Youzi put down his chopsticks, "Hey, junior brother, what you said is wrong. Your skills are really good, much better than senior brother. From now on, when you come to my place to eat, you can cook by yourself and I will provide the ingredients, okay?"
Lu Zhengkang sneered, "What if I don't cook?"
"Let's all starve to death together. Anyway, senior brother, I know how to live without grains. As for you, tsk tsk, maybe you go find Xiao Taozi and she will ask the seventh uncle to prepare a pair of chopsticks for you."
Lu Zhengkang thought of the sad pale face and black nails of Uncle Seventh Master. Although he was a gentle old rice dumpling, the dishes made with black nails...maybe have corpse poison? So if you make glutinous rice, would it be wrong?
Can it detoxify? No, can zombies make glutinous rice?
Seeing Lu Zhengkang deep in thought, Xuan Youzi suddenly panicked, "No, junior brother, are you serious?"
Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, "You eat what you have."
The two were silent for a while, with only the clinking sound of Xuan Youzi's bowls and chopsticks fighting. Lu Zhengkang waited for him to finish and said, "Take me to Chilou."
Red Tower is one of the more famous floating cloud towers in the Kunlun Mountains. There is a Red Tower Sword Fighting in the Dharma Assembly, which is the Red Tower. The great uncle is the person in charge of the sword fight, and he often goes back and forth between Red Tower and Red Tower these days.
I actually spent more time at Chilou than I did at Climbing the Immortal Terrace. It just so happened that during the many days I came to Kunlun Palace, Lu Zhengkang had not yet taken a step out of the Climbing Immortal Terrace. He knew that there were many beautiful scenery waiting to be explored, but he never made the trip.
Farming is really busy.
Lu Zhengkang plans to learn the "Qingqing Sword Jue" from his uncle, and then meet the world's heroes in a sword fight at the Red Tower. As for whether he can practice to the stage of forming the elixir in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, this is something that needs to be considered later.
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The red tower was floating in the air, and Xuanyouzi led Lu Zhengkang up to the sky with a colorful cloud. There were hundreds of cloud towers, many of which were accommodation for guests. At this time, the sky above the Kunlun Mountains was full of light, and Lu Zhengkang was not there.
Looking around. Xuanyou
Zi stood on his left hand side, pointing at various cloud towers. A certain place was assigned to a certain big sect, and a certain place was assigned to several colleagues from small sects. The cloud tower was deep, and as Xuan Youzi framed the cloud perspective,
Moving, the number of cloud towers is also different.
The Red Tower was hidden somewhere in the depths of the clouds. Xuanyouzi wandered around in the sky with a sullen face, greeting the guests coming and going, but he could never find the key angle to enter the Red Tower.
"Eldest brother, why are you so unreliable?"
"I rarely come here usually." Xuan Youzi coughed, "Logically speaking, it should be around here..."
Lu Zhengkang crossed his arms and looked speechless. Suddenly he felt a spiritual thought coming from his side, like wind marks hitting the down of a dandelion. The divine thought touched the Qi veins spreading on his body.
The monks do not probe each other with spiritual thoughts. This is a kind of respect for each other's privacy.
But when spiritual thoughts really need to be used, they are usually more serious.
Lu Zhengkang looked seriously in the direction where the spiritual thoughts came from.
In the distant sky, above the azure clouds, Kundao stood with a sword box on his back. The wind and his gaze drifted over her long sleeves and swaying robe tails. Behind her was the dusk horizon, with the sunset flowing and clear.
Like uniform color blocks on painted pottery, pink as peach blossoms.
Lu Zhengkang smiled unconsciously, and then wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything from such a distance, so he pursed his lips and waved to her. As for her, she also bowed to Lu Zhengkang. Although they were hundreds of feet apart, they seemed to be face to face.