In mid-December, Tu Kun, who had been in seclusion for a long time, walked out of the cave, followed by a circle of chubby mountain badgers, one badger at a time, walking along the creek where only the gurgling water remained.
The sun shines on the mountain badger, and its brown hair shines with golden sheen.
Hu Qiang'er flew from the treetops on the hillside, holding his beloved wooden sword under his feet, and greeted happily: "Mr. Tu, you are out of seclusion."
His body is completely rooted in Xianling Mountain, and is nourished by the water transport of the roots of Miaomiao Mountain. Even the slightest movement within a radius of five miles around him cannot be hidden from his perception as long as he is awake.
A smile appeared on Tukun's rigid face and he nodded. He had always been friendly to the mountain spirits and tree sprites.
He was surrounded by a thin golden light, and wisps of brilliance came and went. Under the sunlight, it was like an invisible network of light that was constantly flowing, unpredictable and dazzling.
The slow-moving, seemingly lazy mountain badger took advantage of Hu Qiang'er's approach from the air. It suddenly jumped up in a prank, bared its sharp teeth and opened its mouth to bite. The scared little elf screamed and turned to dodge with its sword, flying into the air.
Fly away.
The mountain badger flew up and chased after him, baring his teeth and claws.
"Lu Huan, have you advanced to the second level?... Come after me, come after me."
The little elf giggled and flew up and down. It was extremely flexible and circled around the clumsy flying mountain badger. From time to time, it stretched out its little hand to tease it, and they both ran towards the forest in pursuit.
Zhang Wenfeng walked from the wheat field. He was not surprised at all that the mountain badger was able to advance to the second level.
Mountain Badger has been staying in Tu Ling Cave almost every day for the past six months, rubbing the remaining breath of earth breath that Tu Ling breathed out during his practice, and has formed a deep relationship with Tu Ling. I don’t know how much he despises Tu Ling after eating it.
With low-level resources, it is strange that the cultivation speed is slow.
The metallic-colored hair is shiny and smooth, and it looks like it's overflowing with food.
Xianlingguan has added another general, what a blessing!
When the two met, they didn't talk much. Tu Kun only talked endlessly when he wanted to stir up conversation. Usually, their relationship was very boring.
He took out a small golden sword from his cuff. It was about five inches long and two fingers wide. It was light and thin as if it were transparent. There were streams of light flowing back and forth, mysterious and mysterious. Tu Kun put his hand down, and the light flashed and circled rapidly in the air, slowly hanging.
Stopping a few feet in front of Zhang Guanzhu, he looked very spiritual.
"It's just the prototype of the Void Flying Sword. I'll teach you to use your spiritual consciousness and blood essence to sacrifice it. Keep the flying sword in your body. Use wood fire to sacrifice it for a quarter of an hour every morning and evening. Use your body as a furnace to temper it all the time. It must be warm and nourished.
Only when you are mature can you take out the driving force, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted and the spirituality of the flying sword will be greatly reduced."
Tu Kun gave a few words of advice and passed on a method of refining flying swords.
In fact, he is not a pure demon. He is made of earth and stone, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the brilliance of the sun and the moon, coupled with the spiritual charm achieved by supreme opportunities. He has no physical form. Through the accumulation of time, he slowly cultivates and becomes successful, and he enlightens several innate magical powers. He will be discussed later.
Contact with humans and demon cultivators, and learn many side spells and formations.
What he taught Zhang Guanzhu was a Taoist secret. He had been in Taoist territory for a long time, so he knew it somewhat.
Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hand in thanks, accepted the benefit calmly, cut the center of the thread of his right index finger, squeezed out three drops of blood and dropped them on the surface of the slightly floating transparent flying sword. The index finger belongs to wood among the five elements, governing the liver, gallbladder, and soul. For him,
Essence and blood carry different soul meanings.
As he knitted the Taoist formula with his hands and used his spiritual consciousness to wrap the flying sword in sacrifice, three drops of viscous blood essence quickly seeped into every part of the sword body.
After about a quarter of an hour, the transparent sword body of Feijian showed traces of light red, and the refining was completed. Feeling the hidden soul connection between him and Feijian, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly remembered something and asked: "Fellow Taoist Tu Kun, this sword Can the Void Flying Sword be painted with runes on it? For example, the 'Spirit Connecting Thread Rune' can enhance communication between souls."
Tu Kun glanced at him and saw that the light of the sword energy on his body had become invisible, and said: "The Flying Sword of Transformation uses purity as its beauty and Qi as its best. The purpose of using the body as a furnace for tempering is to eliminate the inner spirit of the Flying Sword." Tiny impurities that cannot be detected.
Day after day, year after year, the purpose of tempering and raising the sword is to cultivate the 'pure' sword energy and sword intent, which is vital to life and death. Therefore, you must not be clever and add some messy runes. This is not the actual flying sword. .”
Seizing the opportunity, Tu Kun gave him a few polite scoldings and felt refreshed.
Zhang Wenfeng handed over his teachings, not knowing what he didn't know, knowing what he knew, knowing what he knew. He didn't feel ashamed. He could learn new tricks that were not recorded in the classics, and it was nothing to receive a few words of instruction.
Hearing the saying that "purity is the beauty and Qi is the best", Zhang Wenfeng was moved and asked for advice: "Can I use my own sword Qi to nourish the sword?"
"Yuan Qi, wood energy, and sword energy can all nourish the sword, and the body, essence, blood, and even flesh and blood can nourish the sword. You are good at swordsmanship. When you advance to the realm of freedom, you can practice diligently with the sword in your hand, and you will always be enlightened. Good luck. Maybe I can understand and cultivate a trace of my natal sword energy, and then integrate it into the Void Flying Sword..."
Tu Kun slowly narrated the points, and when he saw the strange look on the face of the boy next to him, he asked: "Don't tell me that you have developed a trace of your own sword spirit?"
Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said with a dry laugh: "Lucky, lucky! Mo Ye taught me the method back then, but I didn't expect that he actually let me realize a trace of my natal sword energy in advance."
He cupped his fists and said humbly: "How to raise a sword and melt it? Can Taoist Tu Kun please give me some advice?"
Tu Kun felt relieved when he heard that it was the ancestor of Hairpin Flower. He dryly told him the method, waved his hands feebly and said: "I will bask in the sun by myself and walk around as I please. You go ahead."
It's not interesting to chat with the viewer, so get out of here and don't hang around in an eyesore.
He walked straight to the east.
Zhang Wenfeng held a transparent flying sword and slowly stabbed it towards the "Shen Ting" acupoint on his forehead. His skin was stimulated by the sharp energy, and a layer of raised bumps appeared. His forehead stung and felt cold. The flying sword was invisible in his body. He felt it. .
Insert the whole flying sword into the orifice, collect it in the space of the sea of consciousness, follow the method taught by the earth spirit, and with a thought, the invisible wisp of natal sword energy flashes away and wraps around the small transparent flying sword suspended above the sea of consciousness. Slowly integrate into it.
Zhang Wenfeng touched his forehead, and it was so magical that he transformed into a flying sword.
There seemed to be countless invisible thorns pricking the pores of the skin all over the body, causing itchiness and slight stinging.
This is an incidental tempering of his body after absorbing the Flying Sword of Transformation. In the future, he will also temper his internal organs and meridians, and finally temper his soul. The earth spirit has already made it clear to him about these unique benefits.
Being able to create a rare treasure that suits you is more than just a superficial use.
Monks risk their lives to explore forbidden and dangerous places, not because they eat too much to support themselves. In addition to traveling to increase their experience and sharpen their mental state, some of them seek breakthroughs on the line between life and death. In the final analysis, they all hope to "find wealth and wealth in danger." ", find various rare material treasures.
Zhang Wenfeng twisted the back of his neck slightly uncomfortably, resisting the urge to scratch the itch, and muttered: "Let's call it 'The Thorn'. 'The Thorn is on the back, invisible and traceless'. It's a very appropriate name for the flying sword."
He felt more and more itchy and uncomfortable, as if the flying sword in the sea of consciousness was causing trouble for him.
It seems that he is not satisfied with the name of his sword.
It's easy to raise a bad name, why do you need to be so elegant and noble, but you can't make a living.
He quickly caught up with the earth spirit who was walking into the woods to the east. He finally waited until the earth spirit came out of seclusion, so how could he let him go so easily?
"Anything else?"
Tu Kun saw that the temple owner was applying plaster on him again, so he simply stood still.
He couldn't even think about being quiet. Wasn't it because last time he divided two more kilograms of Xuanlin gold liquid? All of it was used to refine the flying sword. He didn't keep any secrets. Besides the black crystal Xuanjin, there was still one left.
"I have something rare to discuss with you. Please help me come up with an idea."
Zhang Wenfeng used two sentences to arouse Tu Ling's interest, and then sent a message to tell in detail Yang Shuilan's cultivation qualifications, cultivation progress, and his doubts.
"Is there such a good thing? This is a symbol of prosperity in the Fairy Spirit Temple. I once saw a genius who found his sense of energy in three days and broke through in one month. He was very impressive. Let's go and have a look."
Tu Kun no longer cared about pure sword cultivation, turned around and walked in the direction of Qingzheng Villa, saying: "After five hundred years of recuperation and recuperation in the way of heaven, in the first fifty years of the spiritual energy surge, it is most likely that someone with such good qualifications will emerge. It seems that there is one As the saying goes, "God feeds back, springs up after the rain, and is reborn from the ashes." It is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
Of course, there are several special and rare situations, such as the reincarnation of an innate spirit, also called an ‘innate spirit body’; and there are also some cases where a fragment of the soul of a fallen power is fused in the mother’s womb, which is not a bad thing.”
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands and said, "I'd like to hear the details!"
"Even if the innate spirit can be reincarnated successfully, but after spending five hundred years wallowing in the secular world without spiritual energy, the bit of innate energy in the body will be slowly depleted, how much will be left? It will be almost completely lost, if it is not touched by chance and coincidence It is impossible to have a chance of awakening one's mind through the back-hand tokens left by the gods in previous lives.
The world is vast and boundless, and trying to touch the tokens left behind is like looking for a needle in a haystack and trying your luck.
Moreover, the innate spirit body has a high chance of being exposed to cultivation. If the spiritual energy tide rises, it will not be exposed to cultivation in the first life. However, there is always a chance in the next life, or the next life, that with its superb qualifications, it will be possible to achieve success in cultivation in just a few years.
When his own soul becomes stronger, it will in turn dissolve the chaotic spiritual thoughts that swallowed up the innate spirit body, and promote the progress of his cultivation. Therefore, it is said that "it is so difficult to awaken when the spiritual spirit is blocked." There is no need to worry. The fragments of the fallen powerful soul will be Don’t worry, the chance of awakening is very slim, it’s like being hit by a meteor falling from the sky.”
Tu Kun explained with a smile, and there was no trace of impatience in the long speech.
He is also curious, but ordinary things do not interest him much.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly felt relieved, and then he guessed, at this time, Zhong Wenyong, who should have succeeded in reincarnation, what kind of "awakening" back-up did the Mountain God leave behind?
I didn't mention these secrets to him at the beginning, didn't explain to him where to find the whereabouts of reincarnation, etc.
Based on the friendship between the two of them, if the Mountain God really entrusts him with an important task, as long as he has a few clues, he will carry it out through mountains of fire and thousands of miles.
But don't make a wedding dress for others just because you can't "awaken your mind" and die in just one life.
The mountain god was too worried and his efforts were in vain.