In the empty house, a green and black square stone about ten feet long and wide stands on a painted red ironwood round pier in the middle of the hall.
In this house, except for this square of green and black ashlar, there is no debris and the furnishings are extremely simple. Xun Shaoyu stood beside the ashlar, with an inexplicable smile on his face, slowly polishing the stone in his hand.
Sword.
The blade of this treasure-level ghost is as faint as the cold moon, with wisps of cold light flickering from time to time. It is reflected on the mirror-like whetstone here, and there is a faint clanging sound.
Every time Xun Shaoyu polished the edge of the knife, it was a sharpening and refining of spirit and spirit. He brought a ray of spirituality in the precious weapon Youjing to the ultimate state of perfection, which is when Youjing entered the eighth level.
"Xun Shaoshang!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Xun!"
"Xun Shangli!"
There was a touch of strangeness in his eyes, and he recited the names one by one in a leisurely manner. These three outstanding figures of the younger generation of the Xun family were also the three obstacles to his success and the consolidation of his foundation.
"I think it will be very interesting to use your blood to sharpen my sword!"
A faint golden light flowed in his pupils, trickling like gold liquid, and seemed to have a mysterious color. Although Xun Shaoyu was dressed in coarse linen clothes, he had an extraordinary demeanor. As he looked around, he felt
It has a meaning that is almost the beginning of the vast world and the inconceivable end.
More than ten years of depression have created Xun Shaoyu's current sinister nature. Such sinister nature has certainly given him the qualification to survive in the turbid Yeting. He has traveled to several worlds and become an ancestral dragon.
It is also thanks to this kind of temperament that Xun Shaoyu has achieved the status of City God step by step. Now Xun Shaoyu seems to have the qualifications to be self-reliant. He no longer needs to be humble and petty. He has the right to speak.
No' can't be done.
The so-called path of cultivation, whether it is physical training or Qi training, can be accumulated with a large amount of resources at the beginning and made vigorous efforts. Once it reaches a certain level, external factors are no longer important, but the inner nature is truly indispensable.
The practice of Taoism in the world is nothing more than the way of body refining and qi refining, and there is no general outline of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonology. As long as you reach a certain karma, all paths lead to the same goal, there is no different method, the general is brilliant and upright, and the general is majestic.
Xun Shaoyu, on the other hand, has gone through hundreds of years of life experience, and has used all kinds of cunning and cunning schemes, but a gloomy air lingers in his chest, which limits his own structure and cannot break out of the glorious, majestic and majestic structure.
Although you can't see anything at the moment, your true nature is already impure. When you step into the path of heaven and man, it is a huge hidden danger that can destroy your life at any time.
Therefore, after he killed Jiuyunlong, the innate master, with three swords without any help from outside, he finally allowed himself to let out a breath of depression, truly let go of the limitations in his chest, and his energy and spirit suddenly reached an extremely harmonious state, as clear as crystal.
Transparent and indestructible, it shines like a diamond.
Of course, because Xun Shaoyu has initially refined the golden bones and reached the level of "Hunyuan Yiqi", he is not yet proficient in the magical power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, so it is difficult to make great progress in martial arts in the short term. But killing an innate master will reveal
Removing the depression that had been in his chest for many years was of great benefit to Xun Shaoyu's mind and spirit. After this transformation, Xun Shaoyu's energy and spirit were intact, his mind was clear and transformed, and his appearance and style were unknown.
Changes occurred unknowingly. Although Xun Shaoyu's own cultivation had no room for improvement, his whole person was as if it had been washed away, and there was an indescribable charm all over his body.
This is the first time in the main world that Xun Shaoyu has killed a master-level master with his own force, and the meaning is naturally different. In the past, Xun Shaoyu had many master-level opponents, but most of them relied on the stone mirror.
Wonderful, even the power of [Future Dao Body] allows him to fight against the Grandmaster all the way, and even kill more than one. However, if he loses the stone mirror, Xun Shaoyu can escape from the Grandmaster, but he cannot fight back against an innate statue.
Grandmaster.
Today, when Xun Shaoyu suppressed Jiuyun Long, he did not use any tricks. He relied entirely on his own tyrannical force to beat him to death.
This subtle change exists in one mind, not in the physical body, but in the spirit, soul, and Taoist heart. There are also slight transformations.
"Anyone who blocks my path can be killed!"
Xun Shaoyu slowly sharpened his knife, looking at the three names engraved on the whetstone with a pair of calm eyes.
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Beiyuan, Dongpu!
"I didn't expect that I, Ziqi, would still owe that boy a big favor!"
Si Ziqi, dressed in plain clothes, was sitting in a pavilion, his expression changing constantly.
Xun Shaoyu had a great attitude and Si Ziqi knew exactly what he wanted from Si Ziqi.
Being able to have an indirect relationship with an earthly wandering immortal is something that many people can only dream of. Moreover, the grand master Wen Yuanming's reputation is coveted by countless people. If Xun Shaoyu has ambitions, this move
This is the key step for him to trap the dragon and ascend to heaven.
It's a pity that even though Si Ziqi knew the inside story clearly in his heart, saving him from the hands of a martial saint was a real and irresistible favor.
Moreover, after the barbarians seize the pass, there will definitely be a big chaos in Lunan. With Si Ziqi's seriously injured body, he may not be able to return to Nanyang Yeting on his own.
At this time, Xun Shaoyu's importance became highlighted.
Si Ziqi sighed quietly: "It's just that this guy doesn't seem to be a peaceful person... I'm afraid his ambition is not small!"
In the past few days, although Si Ziqi focused on recuperating from his injuries, he also saw a few corners. And the soldiers and armor among them, and the strength of the battle formation, made Si Ziqi, who was well-informed, have to admit that Xun Shaoyu's
A fourteenth-year-old son seems to have a majestic head and a well-established foundation.
Perhaps, in Si Ziqi's view, with Xun Shaoyu's current power and strength, he just lacks a chance to shock the world and prove himself.
Si Ziqi thought to himself: "There is competition among the four districts of Cai. If Xun Shaoyu wins Qianli Shangcai, he will have the strength to compete for the throne. However, when Marquis Wen was in his prime, the disciples were ready to take action to involve the throne.
I, the foreign minister, must be more cautious!"
If a prince has a great position and is blessed with the luck of heaven and earth, even an ordinary person can soar to the sky. What's more, the princes with unparalleled talents and talents can even hope to become a saint. With the help of luck, it is not without proof.
Just hope in the way of heaven and man.
For this slim chance, father and son can turn against each other, and brothers can become enemies. No amount of bloodshed is worth exposing.
Of course, Si Ziqi had the old master as his backer, but he also had to worry about Marquis Wen's anger.
Losing Chong'an can be said to be a non-war crime, but if you associate too closely with the young master, you should worry about your wealth and life.
"We still need to grasp the scale of this."
Si Ziqi sighed. The cruelty of the competition for high positions made him, as a senior official, avoid it for fear of getting angry and burning his body, and then it would be too late to regret it.
Even though Xun Shaoyu had no intention of seizing the throne, in Si Ziqi's position, he had to think more.
After all, although there are differences between direct concubines and concubines in the main world, one direct concubine often has the upper hand. However, looking at thousands of years of ancient history, it is not impossible to establish concubines and abolish direct concubines.
Once such figures rise to power, they are usually like heroes and wise kings, and cannot be underestimated easily.
Suddenly, a chamberlain came in and announced, "Your Majesty, my master wants to see you. Is there any time for you to meet me?"
Xun Shaoyu was very polite. Even though this was his own official residence, he still showed a respectful attitude.
Si Ziqi's expression changed, and he said: "I have disturbed my master's family for a long time, and I have never seen their face, but it is my impoliteness."
The chamberlain said in a low voice: "Don't be surprised, sir. My master is addicted to martial arts and becomes crazy. He often forgets what time it is when he has mastered it, leaving the sir to wait for a long time."
Si Ziqi waved his hand and smiled: "It doesn't matter. I see that your conversation is not like waiting for someone to serve as a chamberlain. To be a chamberlain... is to show off one's talents."
Zhu Yuxing chuckled lightly and said: "Being a chamberlain and serving the Lord will be enough for the rest of your life!"
"Hahaha……"
Si Ziqi smiled, shook his head, and said, "I see that you have a great bearing. You must have a very important position under Xun Shaoyu, right?"
Without waiting for Zhu Xing's reply, Si Ziqi said: "Furthermore, asking a host to wait in front of one's own door for a long time is not what a 'guest' should do."
"The doctor's mind is really sharp!"
Zhu Yuxing glanced at Si Ziqi deeply, bowed and walked out.
After a while, Xun Shaoyu slowly stepped into the pavilion. Dressed in coarse linen clothes, he looked relaxed and content.
"Doctor, are you in good health?"
The courage of a martial arts master and his extremely strong domineering spirit made Si Ziqi look at him with suspicion.
Hundreds of years of ups and downs made Xun Shaoyu's mind clear, and Si Ziqi couldn't help but be surprised by the aura in his movements.
The Ancestral Dragon Throne of Dayue, the Dongyue Emperor of the Dongyue Realm, completely transformed Xun Shaoyu. From a mediocre person to his current position, how much he has sacrificed cannot be described in just a few words.
Although Xun Shaoyu was wearing coarse linen clothes, his impressive aura made Si Ziqi ignore his clothes.
"What a good Mr. Lu Guo..."
This was the first time for Si Ziqi to see this Fourteenth Young Master. From being a mediocre man who was ignored by everyone, to becoming a blockbuster during the Yuan ceremony, most people simply rated Xun Shaoyu as "a little scheming".
In front of Si Ziqi, he showed such amazing grace and magnanimity that even Si Ziqi couldn't help but sigh, "English and fruit are alike."
In a daze, Si Ziqi seemed to see Marquis Lu Wen. The aura of this great prince in Yuzhou was very similar to that of Xun Shaoyu.
After all, there are indeed too many shadows of Marquis Wen in Xun Shaoyu. Whether in demeanor or appearance, Xun Shaoyu is quite similar to Marquis Wen.
As a result, Si Ziqi, an important minister who had seen Wen Hou's true appearance, suddenly changed his attitude.