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Su begging year!

With the exit of these three words, in the Qingyang Palace, many miscellaneous Taoists who were originally tense suddenly involuntarily relaxed.

Even in front of the Qingyang Palace, the fat man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, he had to make a move, but it was not disgraceful to lose his face, and the most important thing was that his reputation of Qingyang Peak was damaged, and now that Su Qinian has returned, he has a lot of expectations, these days, he is not eating, and a lot of news on the rivers and lakes has also been learned a lot through the caravan of the Hu family.

The name of the little fairy of Wudang has spread throughout Hubei Province.

The middle-aged deacon from Xiandingfeng's eyes condensed slightly, quickly turned cold, and said, "Why, you also want to make a move." ”

Su Qinian walked straight without stopping, his eyes were calm, but the words he said made the middle-aged deacon angry and rushed to the door.

"Shoot as hard as you can, you only have one chance, I'll only make one. ”

When the young man Jinggu heard this, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Su Qinian's movements stubbornly, refusing to let go of any detail.

Only one cut?

The middle-aged deacon couldn't believe his ears, this young man's tone was simply boundless, although his talent and understanding were slightly inferior, but he was also a master who had entered the realm of third-rate Xiaocheng, and even the eight veins of the Qi Jing had already penetrated three, even if it was the skill of the ninth layer of the "Turtle and Snake Gong", even if it was the perfection of the three hundred and sixty-five secret points in the whole body, he could barely reach the realm of third-rate Xiaocheng, and there was still a big gap between him and himself, how dare he be so rampant!

Yes, in the eyes of the middle-aged deacon who came down from Xianding Peak at this moment, Su Qiannian was rampant. It can even be called arrogant and ignorant, that is, some brothers who are also Jingzi. has already entered the realm of third-rate success, and he does not dare to say that he will be defeated with one punch and a sword.

"Grandpa. Is this the home of Brother Beggar Nian? It's so big, it's beautiful. ”

The little girl didn't think about pulling the sleeves of the old man, and after walking into the palace gate, she looked east and west, and felt that everything was very fresh, and finally her eyes fell on Su Qinian's back, her big eyes blinked, her eyelashes were very long, and she asked, "Grandpa, is Brother Qinian going to fight again?"

The old man rubbed her little head and chuckled, "It's not a fight. It's someone who doesn't open his eyes, and your brother begs for him to open his eyes. ”

The corners of his eyes jumped, the middle-aged deacon was deaf and clear-sighted, how could he not hear the mockery in the old man's words, but Yu Yi was old and young, he was not good at attacking, he would only lose his identity in vain, and the next moment, he looked at Su Qinian's gaze again. It gives birth to infinite coldness.

"Since you are going to ask for your own hardships, then this deacon will fulfill you!"

Boom!

In an instant, he drew his sword again, but compared to facing the fat man Qingye. He took out nearly ten percent of the spirit, and the reputation of the little fairy of Wudang has gradually spread to the foot of Wudang Mountain these days. Not to mention as a deacon of Xiandingfeng, he sometimes goes down the mountain to supervise many industrial acres. He was well informed, he knew. This Su Qi year, has already given birth to spiritual power, this alone, it is worth his full strength to deal with, with the blessing of spiritual power of martial arts, and the true intention of martial arts to independently attract the spirit contained in the human body, its majestic power, is still not a small difference.

As soon as he made a move, the middle-aged deacon urged him to refine the "Dingshen Sword" for many years to the peak, he fixed his mind with a sword, the edge was swallowed, and the pure white sword light and sword qi shone on the majestic peak, the vicissitudes of time could not move, and the wind, frost, rain and snow could not be moved, which was a kind of indestructible swordsmanship.

It's this sword!

In front of the Qingyang Palace, the fat man gritted his teeth at night, this "Dingshen Sword" is really a terrifying swordsmanship that is the strongest against the enemy's defense, and he can't shake the slightest bit with the first-class "Thunder Palm" true meaning, although it is related to his shallow cultivation and only comprehending the skin, but it is undeniable that this swordsmanship is indeed extremely good at defending, plus this middle-aged deacon has the edge of the sword, although the offensive power is slightly inferior, but it should not be underestimated.

The sword qi was swallowed, and in an instant, he came to Su Qinian.

Shout!

Without the slightest warning, Su Qinian took out the knife, or rather, except for the old man who stepped into the palace gate, almost no one could see when he took out the knife, only a green lightning crossed the sky, too fast, the knife light flashed away, and it returned to the sheath again.

This is the third stab of resignation.

The figure of the middle-aged deacon of Xiandingfeng froze, and the condensed sword qi of the long sword tip in his hand collapsed, and with a click, the small half of the sword tip broke, he staggered backwards, and every time he took a step back, his face became ugly, and after retreating seven steps in a row, his face was as white as paper, he snorted, and opened his mouth to spit out a reverse blood.

"Cut my true intent of swordsmanship, how is it possible, I can feel that the true intent of your swordsmanship is not very strong, at most it is comparable to me, and it is not even comparable to the true intent of that fat man's "Zereth Palm", how could it be, how could it be!"

The middle-aged deacon was unbelievable, he was defeated with just one sword, without the slightest power of resistance, nor the slightest luck, he was cut by the young man in front of him with a knife to cut the true meaning of the "Dingshen Sword", and the most important thing is that the power transmitted from the young man's long knife is even stronger than his inner family cultivation, which is even more incredible, how can he not believe it, how can it be, this Su Qi Nian has not yet built a foundation, and there is not a trace of true qi on his body.

The ninth layer of "Turtle and Snake Gong" is complete?

The middle-aged deacon guessed that most of this Su Qiannian had penetrated all the secret tricks and entered the realm of no leakage in the flesh, as for the tenth layer, it was absolutely impossible, today's Wudang, this generation has the strongest talent and the highest achievement, or the disciple of the Lion Peak generation, Qiantian is a sword and clear, even this young man on the dragon and tiger list has failed to comprehend the mystery of this tenth layer, he does not believe that Su Qiannian can do it.

Walk!

didn't say another word, and after a short gaffe, the middle-aged deacon took a deep breath, and left directly, without even looking at Jinggu, the little junior brother, when he left.

The young man looked at the back of the middle-aged deacon leaving, and wanted to stop talking, but after all, he still froze his body, he wanted to use his own hands to tell everyone on the Xianding Peak that his choice of Jinggu was not wrong, the predecessors had a way, and the descendants also had a road, not everyone had to follow the experience and path of the predecessors, he had to follow his own path, even if the road ahead was full of thorns, even if he fell and his head was bleeding......

......

The middle-aged deacon who came down from Xiandingfeng has not heard any more news, and there has never been a figure from Xiandingfeng's Jingzi generation, even the original Dharma Protector has never shown half of his figure again.

That night, the boy was drunk.

In the second morning, he got up again to practice the knife, his eyes were fixed, and the knife technique turned around to see more skill, in Su Qinian's view, it was a great improvement, the basic knife technique, and he had already understood it, only one step away, and he entered the marrow.

However, these are not what Su Qiannian values the most, Su Qiannian values the most is the heart, and obviously, at this time, the young Jinggu, the firmness of the heart, has experienced the polishing of various previous experiences, and has reached a good situation.

A Master Craftsman!

When he heard Su Qinian's information, the fat man almost bit off his tongue, he never imagined that a master warsmith would deign to come to a place like his Qingyang Peak, where the inheritance was still stormy.

Although his knowledge is shallow, the fat man still knows what kind of meaning a master warsmith has, that is enough to make the top martial arts sects and families also be regarded as guests, and even needs the position of Elder Xu Waiqing to be able to reluctantly return to his heart.

As for the old man, he was very unceremonious, and slapped the fat man on the back of the head, making him turn around three times, and sat on the ground, smirking in a daze.

Not only a master soldier, but also a master!

"Grandpa, is this brother a fool? Why is he still drooling? The little girl tugged at the sleeve of the old man's coat and said with some doubts.

The corners of Su Qinian's mouth twitched a little, and he turned his back and left.

......

On the third day, Su Qiannian took out two hundred drops of Yuan Qi liquid and handed it to the fat man, after the old man came, the miscellaneous servants in the Qingyang Palace were a little stretched, let alone casting, whether it was a casting furnace or charcoal fire, gold and iron, etc., which one did not need silver, and the cost was huge, this was just the beginning, and it was already visible.

After explaining everything that should be explained, Su Qiannian entered the Yuanshen world.

Ascending Qingyang Peak, passing through the vast white mist to the peak, Su Qinian saw the young Taoist priest standing on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the blue and white sun above the nine heavens, there was a golden mang, shining on the body soft and warm.

After a short silence, Su Qinian asked for advice, what is the origin of the incense offering, and why is the tablet statue erected, is it just to refine the spirit with the help of the thoughts of all sentient beings?

The young Taoist priest turned around, looked at him deeply, and said, "He has you in his thoughts, and you have him in his thoughts." ”

The words were crisp and concise, but Su Qinian fell into deep thought.

"When sentient beings burn incense and sacrifice, and thoughts gather, the sacrificed person can really sense them one by one and solve them for them?"

Su Qinian shook his head, at least along the way, what he saw was not so, or rather, the temples of all sizes in this world were like this.

Since we can't help the suffering, why do we still burn incense day and night? This is to regard sentient beings as ants and grass food.

Su Qinian felt ashamed, these days, even if he was thousands of miles away, he could still clearly capture every thought of prayer, and even some of the townspeople of Qintong in the ancient town had returned to their hometowns, set up his tablet in the house, began to burn incense, and worshiped day and night.

This makes the thoughts that have been transmitted and gathered more and more solid, and the refining power is stronger, but there are some times, and there are also people who pass on the idea of praying for help and seeking choices, but at these times, Su Qinian only feels powerless, or powerless, he can do nothing except be the best listener, and he can't meet any of the requirements. (Ask for a monthly pass, everyone comes to the starting point to support genuine subscription.) (To be continued.) )