204, Red Dust Curse, Second Layer of Foundation Building
Black hair.
Never give up?
To seal your love with common marriage rituals?
Han Muye was shocked when his eyes fell on the scroll.
Those eight words were like burning flames, instantly falling on his mind and turning into golden light and shadow.
Light and shadow flow, and pictures appear.
Green shirt, Confucian robe, big sleeves and silk scarf.
White clothes beat the snow, red sleeves add fragrance.
The young man in the picture is full of literary talent. He touches the world with his pen, and touches the mountains and rivers with his ink.
That young girl is smart, smart, and passionate.
Famous mountains and rivers, ancient lands and majestic cities.
The young man carried a book bag and traveled throughout Zhongzhou with his maid in white.
The girl accompanied the young man, watching him appreciate the artistic conception of mountains and rivers and realize the Tao, cheering for joy, hugging each other and crying.
Watch him discuss Taoism with the great Confucian, refill tea and warm wine, and smile at each other.
Watch him write wind and rain, enter Taoism to shake the world, watch him write dragons and snakes, and suppress demons with his poems.
The young man's green robe was replaced by a gun robe, and the greenness on his body turned into composure.
The girl is still the same girl, and the young man has become a literary figure.
All the people shouted, hundreds of officials worshiped, and heaven and earth bestowed golden seals.
Wen Xiang naturally has the world in mind.
Wen Xiang, how could you only put your heart on a little white fox?
That night, wine was warmed under the moon, poems were written under the lamp, and white clothes danced lightly.
That night, the girl drank poisoned wine and danced messily.
That night, Wen Xiang wrote, "A gentle message from mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and a dream that will never leave a trace of the present day."
When the white fox reappeared, he was already trapped in the small room.
Under the Jiuxuan Mountain Sword Pavilion.
There is a lockdown here.
With the help of the power of sealing the town, the little white fox cannot leave for thousands of years.
Cursing, biting, crying, the power of the blockade turned into a half-grown child, only accompanied by the little white fox, smiling.
Until one day, the town was closed and shaken, and the white fox transformed into a white fox and left. The half-grown children sighed and shook their heads, then left.
Gao Xiaoxuan, little white fox.
It turns out that this is their past and present life?
The white fox is the affectionate girl, Gao Xiaoxuan, who was transformed by the formation spirit that suppressed her?
Literary figures, Confucianism and Taoism, saints, in the end, they lost their beauty for the sake of their country.
Han Muye sighed lowly and was about to hide the scene in his mind when suddenly the golden light and shadow moved again.
This time, it's a different picture.
A boy of twelve or thirteen years old returned from collecting herbs in the forest and rescued a seriously injured white fox.
After careful treatment, the white fox left.
A few years later, the scribe in green robes and the girl in white met on the roadside and have been together ever since.
When writing poems, the scribe read out the poems, but he was afraid that the power of literary energy would intrude on the girl, so he recited them silently in a low voice, making people think that his Confucianism and Taoism were of low cultivation.
When discussing Taoism, for fear that young girls would not be able to withstand the suppression of Confucianism and Taoism, scribes spoke tolerantly and never argued with others.
The further they travel, the more profound their Confucianism and Taoism are.
A stroke of ink can suppress the demons of mountains and rivers.
Just a few words can echo the great avenue of heaven and earth.
Until one day, the power of heaven and earth gathered together, the wishes of all peoples united, and the responsibility for the great development of Confucianism and Taoism fell on the shoulders of the scribes.
Enter the imperial city and take charge of the academy.
Form the Xuanyang Guard to suppress the demons that are causing chaos in the Tianxuan world.
It turns out that there are still so many things that need to be done in this world.
How can you take care of your children when you care about the world?
In the end, Wen Xiang chose to send the girl away from Tianxuan.
Knowing that the girl was unwilling, Wen Xiang chose a glass of sake and a poem to make the girl forget her memories of the mortal world.
"A gentle message sent across mountains and rivers, a dream that never leaves a trace of the present."
Poems are written and memories fade away.
There is no predestined relationship in this life, one is different and the other is wide.
In Xijiang, Jiuxuan Mountain, before going to the outer passage, before sending the girl away, Wen Xiang cut off a strand of black silk and tied it with his own hair.
The screen disappears.
Looking at the knotted hair in front of him, Han Muye was silent and speechless.
Two strands of hair, two different memories.
It turns out that there is neither a great devil nor a great monster under Jiuxuan Mountain.
Some are the resentment in the hair of the white fox, as well as the emotional sustenance in the sound of the text and ink.
The white fox's resentment will not go away, and it will become a great monster for thousands of years.
Wen Xiang's affection was transformed into Gao Xiaoxuan, who has always been with Bai Hu.
This kind of friendship in the world is the most difficult to understand.
Even Confucian and Taoist saints such as Wen Xiang are unable to solve the problem, so they can only resort to such a lose-lose method that is both forgetful and unforgettable.
right or wrong?
Do you regret it?
"Buzz——"
The golden halos in Han Muye's mind turned into three ancient inscriptions.
Red dust curse.
This is the condensation of worldly affection, which can protect the mind and keep the state of mind in the temper of the mortal world.
Cultivation requires cultivating the mind most.
Master Tu Sun was the best in swordsmanship in Western Xinjiang, but he wandered around to practice in the mortal world, just to train his heart in the world of mortals.
This mantra of the world of mortals is stored in the heart and mind. Always be alert and refine the mind, so that the state of mind can blend into the world of mortals and yet be separated from it.
It was the first time that Han Muye saw a method that could refine the mind.
At least in Jiuxuan Sword Sect, he has never seen such a method for tempering one's mind.
In the entire Western Xinjiang, there may not necessarily be such a technique spread.
Otherwise, Master Tu Sun wouldn’t need to hang out among the casual cultivators.
Such techniques can make up for Han Muye's embarrassing situation of improving his cultivation too quickly and lacking in character.
In Han Muye's view, the acquisition of this Red Dust Curse technique was more valuable to him than the magic treasure.
The Red Dust Curse was hidden in Shenzang, and a golden halo appeared between the opening and closing of Han Muye's eyes.
This golden light seems to be able to see through the world.
Looking down, he saw a wooden comb placed on the small table.
Picking up the wooden comb, Han Muye was a little stunned.
The material used for this wooden comb was something he had never seen before.
Is this also left behind by Wen Xiang?
Put the wooden comb into the wooden box, press the strand of hair and paper roll, lock the wooden box, and leave the quiet room.
Han Muye was not sure whether the man who dominated the world with his literary spirit was a man of love and righteousness who would never waver for thousands of years, or a man who was falsely sentimental and used a white fox to refine his heart.
Maybe I can learn more about it when I go to Zhongzhou in the future.
In the next few days, Han Muye spent almost all of his time practicing in seclusion on the third floor of Jiange Pavilion.
In front of Yunchao Ridge, he cut through the heavens and fought against evil spirits.
Such experiences, accumulated, are the basis for improving one's state of mind and understanding.
After several days of seclusion, he finally pushed his spiritual energy cultivation to the second level of foundation building before the power of the immortal elixir in his dantian was exhausted.
Thanks to the help of the Great Demon Arm Bone in practicing the body-refining technique, I reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation in just a few days.
The shadows of nine wild bulls formed behind him, and two white-fronted tigers roared silently.
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This physical strength is so strong that it can reach the point where you can clench your fists to draw Gang Qi and wave your hands to bring about wind.
The next step is to build the foundation of the avenue with physical strength and step into the realm of physical foundation building.
Building the foundation of the physical body requires a lot of resources. Han Muye's spiritual stones and elixirs are now basically exhausted, and he has to leave.
"Uncle Master."
After walking down the sword pavilion and reaching the door, Liu Hong hurriedly bowed.
With excitement on his face, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Master-uncle, my grandfather has promised me to enter the Sword Pavilion."
This guy is a third-generation swordsman cultivator. He just doesn't do his job, so his grandfather works him in the treasure building to help deal with all kinds of missing items.
Han Muye followed him to Jiange because he got interested in the sword pill that time.
Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the Jiange, Liu Hong found that everyone in the Jiange was extraordinary.
After getting along with him, he even had the idea of joining Jiange.
Last time, Han Muye said that it would be fine as long as his grandfather agreed.
Liu Hong went back to find his grandfather, and the deacon elder Liu Chuanyi of Zhenbao Tower immediately grounded him.
Where is Jiange?
The sword spirit is permeating the air, and any serious swordsman will be useless if he goes away.
But later, the Yunchaoling army returned, and Han Muye's reputation spread.
Swordsmanship banishes immortals.
One man and one sword, invite Master Tu Sun, the best swordsman in Western Xinjiang, to go to Yuntai Mountain with him.
Use the sword of the soul to help Master Tu Sun kill the big monster in the four realms with one sword.
Thousands of swords return to the sect in one style, condensing thousands of swordsmanship.
One man and two swords, reversed into the space passage and sealed off the extraterrestrial demons.
Such figures are Luo Xiaoyu, the elite of the Lingdao Sect, the Frozen World, and Sun Jinshi, the powerful descendant of the Taiyi Sword Sect. They all bluntly said that among their peers, Senior Brother Han was extremely talented in swordsmanship and did not dare to face his edge.
There are millions of monks in Yunchao Ridge, who would disrespect Sixth Brother Huang?
Among the millions of monks in Yunchao Ridge, who doesn’t know how to banish Senior Brother Han to the Immortal of Swordsmanship?
These two people were both from Jiange.
When Han Muye's reputation spread back to Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Yanagawa Yi found Liu Hong. After a long talk, they made a three-part agreement and agreed to let him join the sword pavilion and become a sword watcher.
"What did you agree with your grandfather?"
Han Muye looked at Liu Hong and asked.
Liu Hong's face turned red and he said coyly: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that you are not allowed to go down the mountain or stay overnight under the mountain."
"Also, my grandfather has arranged a marriage for me."
Han Muye nodded, these are not big things.
He knew the sect’s intention of arranging another sword watcher.
Huang Laoliu left, and all the sword watchers in the sword pavilion were attracted by him, Han Muye.
This is not a good thing for the sect.
Liu Hong is a third-generation cultivator with good roots. He is willing to join the Sword Pavilion to make the sect feel at ease.
Han Muye also knew that the sect was interested in cultivating him.
At least he won the battle with Tang Chi.
"You first practice the sword pavilion with Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming to pass on the skills. After you can withstand the sword energy entering your body, you can then take charge of the affairs of the sword pavilion."
For the time being, Liu Hong can't stand the intrusion of the sword energy in the sword pavilion, so he can only take his time.
He was a third-generation cultivator, but it was not like Han Muye who died when he entered the sword pavilion.
Liu Hong was a little disappointed.
He longed to become a sword watcher immediately.
Seeing his expression, Han Muye suddenly smiled and said, "Are you interested in those things about picking up leaks?"
Liu Hong told him about this matter. Liu Hong felt that he seemed to have a special feeling for many things that he could not see the value of.
Liu Hong nodded.
"In this way, from now on, you can go to Zhenbao Building and various markets more often, and bring back whatever you think is good."
Han Muye smiled and spoke.
This can be regarded as a good errand for Liu Hong.
Sure enough, Liu Hong had a smile on his face.
This job is good, it can test his talent, and he can go down the mountain...
In front of the Jiange gate, Bai Suzhen, wearing a pink dress, came slowly.
"Senior Brother Han, swordsmanship banishment." Looking at Han Muye who was standing on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, Bai Suzhen's eyes flashed: "I really don't know, Senior Brother Han, how many tricks do you have left?"
Bai Suzhen was really surprised when news came about what happened on Yunchao Ridge.
What he knew about Han Muye was that he was unique in alchemy talent, but he didn't expect that his swordsmanship and combat prowess were also so tyrannical.
Seeing Han Muye's eyes, Bai Suzhen was slightly stunned.
For some reason, the flash of golden light in Han Muye's eyes made her heart tremble and she lowered her head unconsciously.
This is a divine light that penetrates the heart at a glance.
Han Muye shook his head, walked down the stone steps of Jiange Pavilion, and walked forward.
Bai Suzhen chuckled and followed.
"Is this, is this going to the woods?" Liu Hong's eyes widened and he looked back at Lu Gao, who was leaning against the door.
Lu Gao shook his head and said, "I can't see."
Liu Hong shook his fist angrily.
Han Muye walked on the mountain road and said calmly: "What did Sixth Sister-in-law say?"
The sixth sister-in-law, Lu Qingping, did not accept Han Muye's invitation to come to Jiuxuan Mountain, but returned to Jinyang City.