Although it was just a shadow of Qingluan in the sky, Zhang Cong standing below felt a fatal pressure, as if all the feathers of Qingluan's wings were a spiritual sword filled with spiritual energy, and anyone could do anything at any time.
The swords flew together and turned him into powder.
Zhang Cong had an idea. The small bottle led him here. Could it be that he was allowed to learn the Qingluan Sword Formation? After thinking about it carefully, it was impossible. He had never practiced the formation, and this formation required knowledge of ancient runes. Both of these were necessary.
No, how to set up the formation?
While he was thinking about it, the sea of consciousness suddenly moved, and a sword light rushed into the sky. It turned out that the Taoist Sword flew out on its own and flew to Qingluan's head.
Qingluan raised his neck and screamed, and suddenly his wings trembled. In an instant, thousands of green lights connected to the sky, almost piercing the sky. The Taoist Sword was tightly wrapped in green light, not even a trace was left.
Out of sight.
Zhang Cong's face was calm, and he still looked up at the flying swords in the sky, unmoved at all, because the connection between Dao Dao Jian and his sea of consciousness was still very clear.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning burst into blue light all over the sky, and countless green feathers rushed toward the arcing sky like thousands of birds returning to their nests.
In the blink of an eye, there was only a spiritual sword shimmering with green light in the sky. Qingluan's phantom made a long cry and turned into a ray of green light, throwing itself into the sword light of the Taoist Sword.
Zhang Cong looked at Dao Jian in the sky with dumbfounded eyes. He still didn't understand what was really going on. Is this little bottle bringing Dao Jian to collect his younger brother? Qingluan returns to the sword, can this still be called Dao Jian?
Zhang Cong waved his hand, and the Dao Dao Sword turned into a ray of green light, and returned to his hand with a swish. The Dao Dao Sword in his hand stirred, and an endless killing force suddenly pierced the sky from the tip of the sword.
This made Zhang Cong frown even more tightly.
Although the Taoist Sword is an unparalleled weapon, Zhang Cong has always believed that he should practice the way of swordsmanship, be gentle and elegant, concentrate his energy and hide his edge, and does not want to become a fierce weapon. However, Qingluan destroyed the original gentleman's style of the Taoist Sword, which made Zhang Cong feel that the cart was put before the horse.
, on the contrary, it is too flamboyant.
With his current level of cultivation, if he holds this Qingluan Sword, he will soon be chased and slashed with a knife.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Cong put away his Taoist sword, looked at the small porcelain bottle, smiled, stretched out his hand to grab it, touched the small bottle with his hand and whispered: Although you are not a human being, I have been with you through thick and thin, and we have long been regarded as brothers.
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You don’t need to think about me everywhere. Finding yourself may be the most important thing for you. Even if one day you return to your world, I will still miss you. Of course, taking you back with me will be the greatest thing in life.
of good fortune.
The small bottle actually shone with a faint white light, as if it understood, it sadly flew into the God's Mansion, stopped next to the pearl fruit, and never moved again.
Zhang Cong was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he thought to himself, is this really a spirit? What kind of spiritual treasures have he encountered? Each one is smarter than the other?
Walking in the Falling God Valley, Zhang Cong suddenly felt that his world was really small. The small porcelain vase, the pearl fruit, Qingluan and Dao Daojian were definitely not products of this small area. What was outside Linzhou? He wanted to go
have a look.
It was already dark when he returned to the Daofu. Zhang Cong had encountered strange things frequently in the past few days, which kept his nerves in a state of tension. He lay on his back on the cloud bed and fell asleep thinking about Xiao Hua.
Early the next morning, Zhang Cong pondered for a moment, got up and left the cave, came to the edge of the realm, looked at the thunderclouds flashing in the sky, smiled slightly, and suddenly pointed the Heavenly Sword at the sky, and stepped into the thunder clouds.
ocean.
The Dao Dao Sword was like a lightning rod. The thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck directly on the tip of the sword, and then passed along the hilt into Zhang Cong's body. But at this moment, Zhang Cong felt like a morning breeze, and the expression on his face
The smile did not fade, he reached out and threw the sword into the thunderstorm, sat cross-legged, and fell into trance.
At this moment, the Dao Dao Sword was completely facing the endless sky thunder, and the green light all over his body was shining brightly. Thousands of green lights continued to emit, and the sky thunder turned into flying snow all over the sky.
The Thunderstorm Green Sword fought for three hours before the Green Sword and Thunderstorm gradually returned to calm. The Dao Dao Sword floated in the air, and the violent aura on the sword's body calmed down a lot, becoming more clumsy and majestic.
Zhang Cong smiled and held the Dao Dao Sword in his hand, feeling the peace and forbearance on the sword. Not only did he sigh at the vastness and magic of the world, symbiosis and harmony, only in this way can there be a stable and peaceful world. After summarizing, he suddenly smiled bitterly.
He shook his head and sighed, "It's so good." Then he turned around and walked towards the Taoist mansion.
The Taoist Sword has been tempered by the Heavenly Thunder, and its viciousness has weakened a lot. Zhang Cong did not continue tempering the sword, but instead looked at the Taoist collection of books. As his cultivation level increased greatly, his views and vision of things were different from before.
I made a big change, started to learn to think, and realized that cultivating one’s body means cultivating one’s mind.
For a week in a row, he remained motionless in the pile of books. He not only dabbled in physical and technical methods, but also dabbled in anecdotes and anecdotes. He had almost finished reading all the books he had not read in the past few decades.
Putting down the last ancient scroll, Zhang Cong raised his eyes to look at the wisps of morning light outside the cave, stood up, and walked slowly towards the Falling God Valley.
He wanted to walk along the path his master had walked and understand his feelings about this valley.
He remembered that the picture drawn by his master was very familiar. As soon as he reached the pine forest on the map, a black fog enveloped him. Zhang Cong smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, and walked in casually.
In the black pine forest shrouded in black mist, you can't even hear the sound of wind. The thick black mist sticks to your face and is as corrosive as weak water. If Zhang Cong had not experienced weak water exercise, he would have screamed in pain.
, but now he is not afraid at all, and still explores the path with his spiritual consciousness, walking slowly in along the route drawn by the master.
Zhang Cong is not arrogant. He is not arrogant enough to think that he can catch up with his master's golden elixir cultivation. The reason why he dares to walk in the black pine forest is because the master's notes describe the biggest obstacle to the black pine forest, which is this eclipse.
Bone smoke miasma.
Zhang Cong estimated that nothing could be colder than weak water and corrode bones, so he was not afraid of this miasma at all.
After walking for about an hour, I walked out of the black pine forest and stood on a deserted beach.
There was a rare and highly poisonous winter plum in the black pine forest. Zhang Cong picked a lot of them and put them all into a separate storage bag for future use.
According to the map description, the biggest obstacle on the deserted beach is an illusion. The master said it is controlled by an invisible monster.
Phantom beast? Zhang Cong looked at the deserted beach in front of him with his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly. Sure enough, not far away, something suddenly changed on the deserted beach in front of him.
There was just a feeling of distorted light, watching the things behind the heat in front of me deforming. Looking closer, the scene that I had already seen clearly became completely different.
When I stood at the entrance to the deserted beach, I saw a flat desert in front of me. There were only a few tall and desolate old trees and sparse shrubs. But now it has turned into a stone bridge spanning a hundred feet. You can hear the bridge from a distance.
The rushing river roars below.
Although he knew it was an illusion, Zhang Cong couldn't find any flaws. The sky, the desert, the reflections of the trees, and the group of crows circling in the sky were all the same as the real thing.
Zhang Cong came here to walk the path his master had walked, because he felt from his master's notes that the adventure in the Valley of the Fallen Gods had a great impact on his character and martial arts. He wanted to know what would affect the master's character and martial arts skills.
To the Taoist heart of a golden elixir master.
He knew without looking back that it would be a different scene. Once he entered the illusion, unless he broke through, he would probably sink into the illusion and be unable to extricate himself.
Zhang Cong shook his head, still holding his hands behind his back, and looked around as if on an outing. He began to appreciate this exotic scenery with a surprised look on his face, and actually regarded this place as a scenic spot.
The stone bridge is getting closer and closer. According to Zhang Cong's understanding, there should be a stone tablet at the head of the bridge that says Naihe Bridge. There is a table with an old lady standing there to drink soup. But we have almost reached the bridge head, and all these are actually there.
No, there are only thirty-six stone steps leading to the bridge.
Zhang Cong stood at the end of the bridge and looked around, and found that there was really no stone tablet. He couldn't help shaking his head, and stepped on the first stone step.
Just like stepping on a cloud, Zhang Cong suddenly stepped on the air, fell down, and fell directly into a cloud.
After falling for an unknown number of meters, Zhang Cong felt his legs sink, and he fell to the ground with a plop. His eyes were dazzled, and in front of him was a village at night.
Is this Lingzhi Village? Why are you in Lingzhi Village? Zhang Cong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Could it be that this fantasy beast grew up in Lingzhi Village? Otherwise, how would he know what his family is like?
He was not allowed to think too much, and he met Duo Ye head-on.
"What are you doing here, kid? Today is a good day for my little girl, are you coming back to cause trouble?" Master Duo scolded with a look of disgust.
Zhang Cong smiled bitterly and bowed: "Master Duo, you are worrying too much. This Ganoderma Village is my home? Why can't my home be returned?"
Duoye snorted, turned around and left, not even wanting to look at him.
Although Zhang Cong knew that this was an illusion, he didn't feel resentful in his heart. Was he so unbearable before? I remember before I picked up the small porcelain vase, everyone in the village really hated me, except Xiaohua who would look at him.
After picking up a small porcelain bottle and making Ganoderma lucidum, everything changed after selling it for money. The neighbors also thought he was capable, and began to speak for him again, and even helped him fight against Wang Qianye.
Has he changed or has his money changed? Zhang Cong suddenly felt a little confused now.
The further you go, the brighter the lights become, and you can even hear the cheerful sound of suonas and gongs and drums. That direction is really the Little Flower House.
Zhang Cong didn't know what he would see or what he would do. He just walked forward in despair until he reached the door of his home. He could even hear the lively sounds coming from the other side of the wall.
Aunt Cuihua’s laughter.
Pushing open the courtyard door, compared with the lively laughter next door, his own courtyard was dark and deserted. Zhang Cong walked into the house and sat on the familiar bed, feeling a sadness in his heart.
Perhaps this was the time before I picked up the small porcelain vase. I could only watch the person I loved being married off and married to another woman. Not only was I unable to stop it, but I was also ridiculed by the villagers.
The lively sounds outside were getting louder and louder, and he heard Xiao Hua's voice. Zhang Cong felt something in his heart. He got up and walked to the yard. The pile of broken tiles was still there. He stepped on it and lay on the wall, not for anything else.
