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The blue sea is boundless, the sky is vast, Su Qiannian stood on the high sky, and his eyes became unprecedentedly solemn.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, as time passes, on the boundless sea, the waves retreat, the storm stops, and the black clouds are shrouded, which is a kind of tranquility before death.

Boom!

After half the incense was burned, there was a muffled sound above the nine heavens, the void trembled, and a kind of qi that shook the soul began to rise.

It seems to be the sound of a drum, Su Qinian's eyes are different, could it be that above the nine heavens, there really exists in the heavenly realm, and it is the heavenly soldiers beating the war drums.

Boom!

After a drum sound, the second drum sound sounded again, and the void rippled, but when it arrived in front of Su Qinian, it collapsed and dispersed, as if it was cut open by an invisible edge.

Su Qinian backhanded, and on his back, a blue iron long knife turned from virtual to solid, and appeared.

Reaching out to hold the hilt of the knife, Su Qinian raised his head, his eyes blooming immeasurably.

At this moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the void, penetrating all the vanity, and a majestic qi burst out of his body, stirring the heavenly wind and calming the ripples of the void.

This is......

Su Qinian's eyes flashed with immeasurable light, like the scorching sun, bright and not directly visible, what did he see, in the dense black clouds, there was a stream bubbling and flowing, this stream can be a zhang wide, clear to the bottom, but look closely, it seems to be colorful and magnificent, faintly illuminating many figures.

The stream is not real, it is somewhat hazy, it seems to be between the real and the unreal, and there is a kind of soul-stirring charm.

Just by looking at it, Su Qinian felt his heart tremble. But as he grasped the hilt of the sword, his heart was like an eternal light. Absolutely still.

"It's ...... No way!"

In the center of his eyebrows, the palm of the old man's hammer trembled slightly. He muttered to himself, unbelievable, but being in the land of Su Qinian's divine court, as long as Su Qinian saw it, he could clearly perceive it.

And at the first glance of this stream hidden within the Heavenly Dao Tribulation, the old man understood that there was an inextricable connection between him and this stream.

It is almost a blessing to the soul, high in the sky, without waiting for the third drum to sound. Su Qiannian made a move.

Boom!

A snow-bright sword light, blue and cloudy, seemed to be also between reality and illusion, bursting out in an instant, piercing the entire sky.

The dense black cloud was split in two, and it was cut alive under the edge of this sword light, and then, under the shocked gaze of the old man, the sword light fell fiercely. Split over the stream deep in the dark clouds.

Boom!

There is the sound of sparks splashing and the sound of gold and iron.

It's just that unlike usual, each of these Mars is as big as a mountain, and there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in it. Villages, towns, cities and villages, people are longing, and cooking smoke is curling.

Most importantly. In every Mars, a person can be clearly seen. A shirtless young man with strong muscles. Carrying a jet-black hammer on his back, he walked in the famous mountains and rivers, and the market hooked the fence.

In Su Qinian's divine court, the old man trembled all over, watching the sparks shatter and shatter, his body full of scars gradually exuded a breath of fresh air, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Outside.

Without waiting for Su Qiannian to take out the knife again, the stream that was cut off by a foot wide was like a dream bubble, and it suddenly returned to nothingness.

The stream disappeared, the dense black clouds that were split disappeared, the sky light reappeared, a round of golden sun hung high for nine days, sprinkled with soft light, under this light, Su Qinian only felt that the whole person became completely different, you can see the full muscles, and even the pores on the body are clearly visible.

A cloud of light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, turning into the figure of an old man again.

As the old man left, the previously completely different world returned to its original state, and the majestic and vast spiritual power like an ocean receded like a tide, a little stunned, but Su Qinian quickly regained his calm, and at the same time, he also found that although the old man left, the world in front of him did give birth to some changes, more clear than in the past, all kinds of subtleties, as long as his mind was condensed, it seemed to slow down a thousand times, without missing any detail.

The most important thing is that although his spiritual power has been condensed and transformed to such a state, it has not decreased in the slightest, and even improved slightly, which is not trivial, and it can be regarded as a great gain.

As for the previous three shots, some of the realizations became more and more blurred, and soon became empty, leaving only a vague shadow in my mind.

Despite this, Su Qiannian believed that as his cultivation realm deepened, these shadows would eventually become a seed that would take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.

Clear sky and blue sea.

At this time, Su Qiannian and the old man stood opposite each other, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became a little delicate.

After half a cup of tea, the old man who had no scars on his body let go, and the jet-black hammer turned from solid to void and disappeared, he looked at Su Qinian, and said in a deep voice: "Are you the descendant of Wudang Qingyang Peak?"

Although the old man was asking, his tone was very firm, in this soulless place, Su Qinian had insight into the old man's extraordinary, and the old man probably saw through some of the secrets on his body, and he didn't hide it at the moment, nodding and saying: "The senior's eyes are like torches." ”

"The old man's eyes are like torches, how can he compare to your Qingyang Peak," the old man shook his head, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance, "I didn't expect that five hundred years later, this "Retirement Knife" was born again. ”

Su Qinian's heart moved when he heard this, and he wanted to speak, but the old man waved his hand and said: "Don't ask, don't think, it's no good to know too much, but the road to death is difficult, if you want to preach with this, it must be difficult and dangerous, and there are many disasters, you have to be prepared." ”

The old man's words seem to mean something, but in the practice of "Retirement Knife", since he got off Wudang Mountain, Su Qiannian has traveled all the way, and he has already experienced it.

Rest with the heavens, suppress evil and promote good.

These eight words exhaust good and evil, good and evil, and seem to be bland, but they are full of red dust, even the ancient sages, and there are few people who truly integrate knowledge and action.

"Let's go. ”

When the old man spoke again, the place in front of him was shattered, and Su Qinian only felt a lightness on his body, and he returned to the dark and deep world of the Divine Court.

Holding his fist at the old man, Su Qinian's mind moved, his god form turned from real to virtual, and his spiritual power was like silver mercury slurry, crystal clear, and returned to his body.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the spirit and flesh were united, and the spiritual vortex condensed at once, becoming a faint silver light, as if the embryo was faintly about to give birth to something.

Su Qinian did not open his eyes immediately, but sat cross-legged and meditated, carefully combing the harvest, in the dark, he saw the prototype of the dragon and snake of luck, the golden dragon snake hissed, his mind was quick, and all kinds of experiences and understandings became clear, especially the old man's words that were like an initiation at the beginning, which echoed in his mind at this moment.

Life and death are only in one thought, do not seek heaven or immortals!

And there are gods three feet above their heads, and they don't seek immortals, so they worship themselves?

Su Qinian hesitated a little, don't think about it, the tablet of the immortal gods, it must be orthodox than standing up as a god, the road of the gods has been determined, such as Taoism has three clear to find immortals and asked, there is Lao Tzu West sent a letter to Guguan, seeking peace for all sentient beings, and there are also Zhenwu Emperor subduing demons and demons, such as Buddhism, there are Tibetan Bodhisattvas hell is not empty, vowing not to become a Buddha, and there are two saints of Confucianism and Mencius, and I wish all living beings the same kind as the sage.

And establish yourself as a god and practice martial arts by yourself for a few years, how can He De occupy the land of the divine court and accept the incense of all beings, the gods have a way, what is their own way?

......

The little girl lay on the table, a little drowsy, she was too tired, the dense cloud pattern iron inner armor was too heavy, but the beggar brother did not allow her to take it off, and she had to wear it day and night.

"No, I don't read it. ”

"Grandpa, don't shout, let Bunian sleep for a while, and ...... for a while"

Suddenly, the little girl jumped up a few feet high, opened her eyes wide, and saw a familiar figure standing in front of her a few feet away, stretching the wrinkles on her face, and smiling at her.

"Grandpa!"

The next moment, the little girl's eyes were red, and she flew out, but unfortunately, she underestimated her physical strength, and also underestimated the weight on her body, only a foot in the air, about to fall, but soon, the figure in front of her flashed, and she fell into the familiar embrace that she missed day and night.

"Grandpa, I don't miss you so much, I miss you so much!" the little girl choked up and burst into tears.

The old man stretched out his hand to caress his little head, his eyes were also a little cloudy, and he sighed: "Grandpa misses you too, grandpa is sorry for you." ”

"Grandpa, don't leave without reading, don't read and don't separate from you again, okay?" The little girl looked up, her face was hopeful, and her immature little face was crying.

"Grandpa promised you. ”

The old man nodded heavily, hugged the little girl tightly, and felt the hard touch on the little girl's body, he reached out and picked up the little girl's sleeve, and saw the dense cloud pattern iron inner armor with fine cloud patterns, and the fine armor pieces were layered on top of each other, which could be retracted, enveloping the little girl's entire small body.

"Where did this inner armor come from?"

"That's if the beggar brother wants to put it on, he refuses to take it off, he is dead, and it is hard not to read. ”

With her grandfather, the little girl immediately began to complain, but as soon as she finished speaking, she burst into tears and laughed.

At this time, Su Qinian on the bed also woke up, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he heard the words, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

......

The bright moon is like a disk, hanging high for nine days.

In the middle of the night, the city of Yangzhou was quiet, and the needles could be heard.

On the shore of the Slender West Lake, on the shore of the weeping willows, at this time, the figure of a green robe walked towards the moonlight.

This is a middle-aged man, with slender sideburns like ink jade in the moonlight, and a face like a crown of jade, looking elegant and handsome.

The middle-aged man's steps were not fast, his eyes were warm, the corners of his mouth were smiling, walking under the bright moon and weeping willows, sometimes hidden in the moon shadows, looming, and in a moment, he walked out of a few miles away, and arrived at the Dongguan Ancient Street near the lake. (Ask for a monthly pass, genuine subscription is the biggest support for the ten steps, everyone come to the starting point to subscribe.) Well, thank you again for your support, everyone's reward over this period of time has flattered Ten Steps, and there are many book friends who have not been able to thank them one by one, Ten Steps is also here to bow to you, thank you for liking me to make up stories. (To be continued.) )