Zhang Yanteng drove the clouds and fog, and after two moments, he arrived in front of the Qinghong Palace, slowly descended in front of the palace, and said to the deacon who guarded the door: "Please ask this Taoist to pass on the word, and he will say that Zhang Yan, a disciple of Mingcang, has already refined the sword pill, and he has come to see the head of Yue again." ”

The deacon said with a smile: "The head of the house has already taken care of it, if the guest comes, just go in." ”

Zhang Yan arched his hand to him, waved his sleeves and walked in, still able to go back to the cave, and saw Yue Xuanxiao standing there, holding a roll of jade slips, as if he was looking closely, and from time to time he was still ticking a little bit on it, so he didn't come forward to disturb, just waited patiently on the side.

After an hour, Yue Xuanxiao put down the book, looked at him, swept his eyes up and down, and said, "Sacrifice the sword pill to me." ”

Zhang Yan nodded, and with a guide to his mind, Qinghong Sword Pill jumped out with a bang, but at this moment, the feeling of incompleteness came to his heart again.

At this moment, Yue Xuanxiao suddenly flicked his sleeves.

Zhang Yan's heart was shocked, as if something had been lost and recovered, and then there was a loud sword sound in his ears, and in an instant, the entire cave suddenly bloomed with sword light, and the aura surged, and the buzzing sound continued.

When the qi machine was settled, he looked over and saw a total of one hundred and eight sword lights hanging in the room, slowly circulating around his body.

Yue Xuanxiao sighed: "I can't pass it on, but I can turn the sword into a hundred and eight sword lights, with such qualifications, why don't I Shaoqing disciples?, it's also a fate to be able to guide you, and now your sword pill can still be seen, with this foundation, you can pass on the sword fax method, but I ask you, the three-vein sword transmission, which vein do you want to learn?"

Zhang Yan thought about this matter clearly when he came, so he did not hesitate. Ji Shouyan said: "The disciple is willing to learn to transform the sword. ”

Yue Xuanxiao smiled and said: "But I don't know whether to say that your luck is good or bad, if you choose the other two veins, I can guide you to find the elders in the door, but since it is a sword, you don't have to run more, there are no rules and regulations for this sword transmission, it all depends on your own understanding, so I can only preach your Tao." I can't pass on the Dharma to you. He beckoned to him and pointed to the case, "Come and see this jade scroll." ”

Zhang Yan stepped forward and went to the side of the case. Seeing what it was referring to was the jade slip just now. At this moment, it is spread out on the table. It's just that the handwriting on it is all written in etched letters, and there are lines of small characters embedded in the line gaps, which should be the trick deduced from this.

And look at that note. But it was not written by one person, and his heart moved, and he secretly thought: "Isn't it the handwritten book of Qinghong Ancestor?"

Yue Xuanxiao said: "You take this Jane to take it first, and only lend it to you for a month, how much you can see depends on your own creation." ”

This Taoist book is indeed a handwritten book of the Qing Hongdao people, and the annotations in the meantime are the texts of the Dongtian Zhenren who practiced the sword in the past dynasties.

This is not Yue Xuanxiao's generosity, but the transformation of the sword, which is ever-changing, everyone has learned differently, and there are few precedents to be found, so they can only trace back to the source and comprehend it from the original book of the etched text.

As for the etching text, each person's understanding is different, and it is based on the annotations of those predecessors, which can only be referred to from the side, and if it is completely copied, there will definitely be no great achievements.

Zhang Yan put away the jade slip, saluted solemnly, and said, "The disciple will come back here to return the jade slip after a month." ”

Yue Xuanxiao waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "No need, it's not to treat you harshly, the people who have participated in the cultivation of this book for generations have only been able to get a month, and when the time comes, they will fly back to their own homes, you just want to take a breath, and it won't be successful." ”

Zhang Yan nodded, and then wanted to retreat, but when he turned his eyes, he saw that the sword pill was still hanging around, and his mind changed slightly, and he returned to the forest like a tired bird, and threw himself into his Dharma body.

Yue Xuanxiao said: "Although your sword pill is refined, it does not mean that it is finished, and in the future, you still need to use your own family to nourish yourself from time to time in order to keep your spirit from falling." ”

Zhang Yan was busy expressing his acceptance of the teaching, and said, "Thank you for your advice." ”

Everyone in the Shaoqing faction has been refining their own sword pills day and night, never stopping, even if the quality of the sword pills in their hands is really slightly inferior to that of the same sect, but they may not be able to catch up.

This Qinghong Sword Pill just allowed him to shorten the distance between the two for the time being, and as for the future, everyone has to work hard.

However, Zhang Yanfei is a sword cultivator, he only regards it as one of the means to protect himself and save his life, even if he is not as good as Shaoqing's disciples in swordsmanship, it is not a shameful thing, if he really wants to fight, he can use a lot of means, and he is confident that he can take advantage elsewhere.

Withdrawing from the Qinghong Palace, he didn't seem to be coming to take the sword pill at any time, as soon as he came out, he sacrificed the sword, and in an instant, a little clear light flowed, wrapped his body, and pulled up a spiritual sword qi that crossed the sky, and galloped towards Xun Huaiying's cave mansion.

After a while, when he entered the sword platform, he saw a flash of light in front of him, but it was the disciple surnamed Fang who greeted him and greeted him loudly: "Uncle Zhang, the previous cave was an ordinary place of hospitality, no one lived for a long time, the grass and trees were not lush, and the spirit was not abundant. ”

Zhang Yan didn't care where the cave was, seeing his good intentions, he didn't refuse, followed him to the high hanging altar, and asked, "Where is your master?"

The disciple surnamed Fang said respectfully: "It seems to be an important matter, so I left the house in a hurry." ”

Zhang Yan bowed slightly, and after a while, the two of them entered a spacious cave, the outside of the cave was full of Qihua Yao grass, and there was a stream in front of the door, which looked much stronger than yesterday's place, and praised: "The master and nephew have a heart." ”

The disciple surnamed Fang said: "This is what you should do as a teacher and nephew. ”

Zhang Yan smiled, took out a bottle of good elixir from his sleeve, handed it over, and said: "You are a disciple of Shaoqing, and a disciple of Brother Xun Dao, I don't think there is any shortage of foreign things for cultivation, this bottle of elixir is refined by my teacher, and it has the effect of renewing the broken limbs, I can't use it now, so I will give it to you." ”

The disciple surnamed Fang generously accepted it, bowed down and said, "Thank you, uncle." After another salute, he drove down the mountain.

Zhang Yan went to the cave door, waved his sleeves slightly, set up a prohibition, sat down cross-legged on the couch, took out the jade slip, and slowly spread it out in front of him.

He had to hurry up and look at it, but he swept it away, but his eyes were fixed, and he didn't realize what was going on when he saw it, but now he saw that the eclipse on the slip was wandering around like a tadpole, messy and abnormal, and there was no order to find it, and he couldn't tell where the head was. Where is the end, the only constant is the annotation between the words.

He frowned slightly, and thought to himself in his heart, "According to what the head of Fang Caiyue said, all the disciples of the Sword Transformation Line need to study with this jade slip, if it is like this, I don't believe how many people can understand it, there must be something in it!"

But why is there no such situation in the cave, after thinking about it carefully, his eyes suddenly flashed. Sacrifice the sword pills. With a movement of his mind, he divided the sword light, and instantly turned into one hundred and eight flickering sword rays, and then stared at the jade slip.

Really. The sword light came out. The jade slip was immimicked by the erosion. No longer scurrying around, one by one settled down, but for a while. and they took their place.

He shook his head, glad he hadn't neglected it, and if those who had drilled the horns of the bull, or thought it should have been so, and only looked at the commentaries, they would have missed the opportunity.

Fixed, he reached into his sleeve, held the remnant jade, while looking at the jade slip, while deducing, but two or three days later, he looked at the predecessor's pen, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart, and said secretly: "Others can write, why can't I write?"

He is already extremely talented in the eclipse text, and he has residual jade to deduce, so he asks himself that compared to those predecessors, he is only poor in merit, but he may not lose in this way.

Interested, he took pen and ink and bamboo slips from the case, and wrote down the words deduced by etching the text one by one.

He originally wanted to record another volume after the deduction was completed, and then submit it to Master Yue for evaluation.

It's just that he didn't expect that every time he deciphered a line of eclipse, the same line of words would appear in the jade slip, but he was now focusing all his energy on the remnant jade, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Just when he was trying his best to deduce the magic trick, there was a big boat outside the mountain, and the majestic spiritual clouds spread out for dozens of miles, this boat was dragged by sixteen stone unicorns in the southern cliff continent, and a total of 1,300 people stood on the spiritual clouds, and the momentum was impressive, and they came to the mountain gate of the Shaoqing faction.

This is the envoy of the Yuxiao faction, and the person headed by the boat is Zhou Xin, a disciple of the Zhou family in Dingyang, whose body is long, his skin is like a baby, and he has five locks of clear beard on his chin, and his smile is gentle, his appearance is very elegant, and there are two clouds on the top like stars and clouds flickering like candles.

In the last sword fight, the essence of the Yuxiao Sect Junyang was never obtained, not to mention, and three disciples were damaged, especially two of them were still the descendants of the Zhou family.

Although the Zhou family tree has deep roots, and one or two disciples are missing, they still can't move their muscles and bones, but Shaoqing and Yuxiao, who are both the three major Xuanmen, have successfully obtained the Junyang essence to go back, so this comparison is undoubtedly a big blow to the prestige of the mountain gate.

This time, Zhang Yan has lived in Shaoqing for 30 years, although there are also rumors that he went up the mountain to practice swords, but the Yuxiao faction does not believe it, and only thinks that it is a deliberate release, but in fact, there is a plan in it, so the envoy is here, wanting to test what the purpose of the two factions is.

The hanging bucket boat soon arrived under the two mountains of the clouds and the sun, and a wisp of clouds opened in front of him, and a beautiful Taoist with starry eyes and bright teeth greeted him, and greeted him repeatedly: "Zhou Daoyou, there is a loss of welcome, there is a loss of welcome." ”

As soon as Zhou Xin looked at this person's appearance, he knew that it was Ran Xiushu, the eldest disciple of the Ying Chunqiu Sect, and said with a smile: "Ran Daoyou is polite." ”

Ran Xiushu came up to be polite with him, and led him to the mountains.

Zhou Xin was silent for a long time, and when he was about to arrive at the funeral hall, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Ran Daoyou, I heard that when the envoy of Mingcang went to the mountain gate of your faction, you sent three thousand miles to greet him, but is it true?"

Ran Xiushu was stunned, he was not a changeable person, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Zhou Xin smiled and asked again: "It is rumored that when the envoy of Mingcang came, your faction opened a large array to greet him in a large array to show respect, but it is true that I don't know?"

Ran Xiushu felt even more difficult to speak, he had been taken care of by the master when he came, he should be courteous and respectful, and he could not deal with it at will, he answered this truthfully, if the other party asked why he didn't do the same with Yuxiao, I was afraid that it would cause discord between the two factions, and I didn't feel a little headache.

Zhou Xin sighed, and then asked, "I heard that the envoy of Mingcang is here to practice your sect's swordsmanship, I don't know if that?"

He asked three questions in a row, Ran Xiushu couldn't answer, after a moment of silence, he suddenly shook his sleeves, a sword light flew out, hanging above his head, and when he landed, a ray of light sprinkled down, and the people from Yuxiao sensed the sword qi on it, and their faces changed slightly.

Zhou Xin was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"

Ran Xiushu said loudly: "I Shaoqing wins or loses with a sword, as long as you are better than the sword in my hand, I will tell you the truth, if you lose, you will stop talking again!"

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...... (To be continued......)

PS: The above "Zhou Huang" is a clerical error, it should be "Zhou Xin", which is hereby corrected.