The name of the sect where the speaker is called 'into the ink', the practice of this school is quite peculiar, their ancestors believed that the word was made by heaven and earth, and the word enlightenment is also one of the ways to enlightenment, and it is a disciple of the disciples who have studied the ancient seal of the present word

Su Jing came to the old pedant: "Do you recognize these two words? ”

The old pedant was slightly embarrassed, he was inferior to Fan Qiao in terms of seniority, how could he dare to be Su Jing's 'Mr.', hurriedly pushed back, and then responded: "If I am not mistaken, these are the words 'Tu' and 'night'." ”

As the words came out, everyone nearby was smiling in the mortal world, there was a god and monster novel that has been popular for decades and has been flourishing for decades, during which it is written about a young sword fairy named 'Su Jing' under the mountain gate, and this book is called "Tu Wan".

Now everyone on the cultivation path knows that there is such a book, Su Jing took these two ancient seals to show everyone, of course, as the old pedant said, he was joking with everyone, I had heard that this son was not thin-skinned before, and today it is considered to be insightful.

But this joke is harmless, and it's his own joke, in the eyes of everyone, the dignified little uncle can make everyone laugh and admire regardless of his identity, but it's always right to think that this son is funny.

Su Jing was quite surprised and laughed. In my heart, I silently recited the full names of the three and these three tips - the Three Saints and the Three Immortals, the Three Immortals, the Hundred Tribulations and the Night, the Sword Washing and Reincarnation, and the Supreme Heart Formula.

That sword is called 'Tu Wan', it has been fought a hundred times, and one day, it will be refined again and reborn in heaven and earth?

If that's the case, then I'm the 'sword washer.'

As for the novel "Tu Wan" and the sword soul "Tu Wan". The namesake is about to be attributed to providence.

After flying north for a few more days, layers of pale golden mist could be seen in the distance at the end of the sight, firmly covering a large mountain, and Su Jing's spiritual sense was sent over. It felt as if reaching out to wipe the blade of a quick knife, with the cold on the skin that was not touched

Fan Qiao pointed to the pale golden haze: "There is the sword mound, and the golden mist is gathered by the determination of the sword, and it is not subject to spiritual detection." "He had come to the Sword Shrine to pick swords before, but after his cultivation was abolished, the flying sword also left him and returned to the Sword Shrine.

Su Jing nodded and was about to say something, when he suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in the meridians in his body, and then looked inward and found that his sword soul seemed to wake up, and he was determined to swallow it shallowly.

Right now. The sword mound in the distant mountains suddenly burst into a sharp roar, and the thousands of sharp swords in the mound vibrated together, and the sound of the mound was so piercing and amazing!

Among the peers. The younger disciples who were shallow in their knowledge were all shocked, and there was no way not to panic, and the charms and magic weapons they had refined themselves were all trembling with the sound of their own swords, which immediately affected the master's state of mind.

Many elders are quite calm, and Fan Qiao's face does not change. Explained to Su Jing: "The sharp gold in the sword mound is very strong, and it will erupt every once in a while, which is considered a normal situation. ”

As Su nodded his head, the roar of the sword mound dissipated, and the golden mist diffused again. His sword soul also fell silent and continued to sleep.

But with this change. Su Jing's spiritual sense was sent to the pale gold mist again, and the original piercing determination actually disappeared inexplicably.

Su Jing said to Fan Qiao: "The golden mist is soft. ”

The latter was at a loss. Su Jing didn't explain too much, and knew in his heart that this feeling was enough for him to exist.

Flying forward again, the clothes of the people began to drift.

Flying in the air, at first glance, it is normal for the clothes to face the wind, but you must know that the monks are not birds, they all rely on supernatural powers, magic weapons to fly, and the high altitude is strong and strong, and no one can stand it after being blown for a long time, it is because the monks are flying, or urging the sword qi to split the wind, or launching spells to wrap the body, Su Jing is no exception, the sword feathers in the fire wings will bloom and scatter the strong wind in the air. ...,

Normally, the monks flew faster than the wind and light, but neither their clothes nor their eyebrows swayed in the slightest.

But now, everyone's eyes narrowed, their hair fluttered, their clothes hunted, and it was not the wind that invaded their bodies, but the sharp strength emitted by the sword mound, and ordinary monks could not guard against it. It doesn't hurt, but it's inevitable that the monks in the flight will be embarrassed. Only Su Jing is completely unusual, he is still calm, this appearance falls in the eyes of others, and naturally he can't help but secretly praise the cultivation method of leaving the mountain.

Only Su Jing himself knew that it was not his own cultivation that would be like this, but that the chill of the sword mound did not bloom on him.

Another three hundred miles ahead, a disciple from a large sect stationed nearby to guard the sword mound greeted him in mid-air, leading everyone to the place where the sword-picking disciples gathered. Today is already September 30, and there is only half a day left before the day of sword harvesting discussed by the cultivators, and when Su Jing arrives, a large number of cultivators have gathered in the open space outside the mountain.

There were disciples of the Haode Sect who had left the mountain to come forward to greet them, and there were monks who were familiar with the cultivators behind Su Jing who came forward to talk, and there was inevitably a lively noise. At this time, there was a strange sound in the air in the north:

After the rain, the air is fresh, and I walk slowly down the street in the refreshing and majestic wind, and suddenly I hear a crisp sound of children's voices reading aloud. High in the northern sky, the faint sound of dozens of teenagers singing and reading in unison was not very loud, and it was impossible to hear the specific words they read, but with the sound of the voice and the comfortable and happy tone, a stream of ink fragrance jumped out, making the listener feel refreshed.

"It's the gentlemen of Dacheng who are here. A crisp and crisp voice, with a kind smile, sounded from Su Jing's side.

It is as famous as Lishan, Tianyuan, and Nerowu, and practices one of the Seven Heavenly Sects of the Righteous Path: Dachengxue.

Dachengxue's Faji is not a way of interpretation, they seek enlightenment from the calligraphy of the ancient sages, whether it is Xuangong or magic has uniqueness, if you really talk about it, this is a 'reader' of the cultivation of the heavens.

It sounds a little ridiculous to read the practice, but in fact, in the troubled times of ancient times in Middle Earth, hundreds of schools of thought contended with the sons of the Tao, and there were many great sages in various schools of thought who broke the law in their own books.

The sound of pleasant reading fluttered more than a dozen high-crowned, broad-robed scholars stopped against the wind, the scholars were of different ages, but without exception they were all quite handsome, their eyes were bright, and their faces were warm smiles.

Some of the scholars were talking in a low voice, and more were closing their mouths and looking around, and the sound of reading aloud was just the sound of them driving around, rather than a group of people shaking their heads and reading while moving forward. Similar to Lishan Sujing and his party, Tianzong's 'Dachengxue' was also followed by a large group of cultivators who were vassals of the sect, the so-called things gather like things, and the monks who followed behind the scholars were almost no monks, and most of them were Confucian shirts and green scarves, students or master clothes

"I've always liked the Feiyu Tianyin of 'Dachengxue', one is good, and the other is actually very public, but it doesn't seem public. In Su Jing's ears, the sweet voice sounded again.

Only then did Su Jing realize that this voice was not a companion with the same surname, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a girl in a red dress and red boots, like a flame, standing behind him, with a smile in her round eyes.

The two of them have met twice in total, but Qiqiao is outgoing and lively, and she is very easy to get along with, she is not inhibited, and Su Jing will not feel embarrassed.

Qi Qiao smiled: "You came to pick a sword?

Su Jing nodded, but did not answer the question and asked the other party: "You're not here to pick a sword, are you?"

"I've already picked it, and this time I'm sending my sister over. Saying that, Qi Qiao pulled over a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl beside him and introduced Su Jing: "This is my junior sister Fengqiao, you have to take care of it more after entering the Sword Shrine." ”...,

It seems that Feng Qiao is still young, and her face is still childish, but she was born with a charm between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and now that childishness and charm have become an indescribable color.

Before Su Jing could speak, a voice behind him answered loudly: "Wrap yourself in this seat!" When the words fell, a little fat man with a body like a pear touched his belly with his hand, and walked towards the two beautiful girls with his eyes.

Su Jing hurriedly pulled the flower back, and Feng Qiao stepped forward to salute, his voice was light and fluttering, as if he was a little lacking in qi, but how could a disciple who could stand out from the many peers of the Heavenly Sect and occupy this sword picking seat be mediocre.

When a few people got together and were talking, the vision of the high sky rose again, first the western sky highlighted the gilded Buddha light, followed by the white clouds in the sky visible to the naked eye to quickly circulate and roll, three or two breaths between the layers of white clouds gathered together, from the west sky straight to pave the sword mound, a holy avenue!

A group of monks stepped on the white cloud sky path and slowly arrived; before the monks approached, there was a loud crane cry at the end of the eastern sky, and the cyan cranes turned into smoke and haze were elegant and facing the wind, a crane by one, and the cranes fluttered their wings and lined up in a line, but the Taoist at the head of the team looked rough and kept his eyes closed.

The monks who walked through the clouds in the west were the only Buddhist cultivators of the Seven Heavenly Sects, and the senior monks of the Mitiantai; the disciples of Tianyuan Dao who came by crane in the east, and the people who led the team were also acquaintances of Su Jing: the sword real man and Chongxiao who were provoking at his return to the mountain.

Fifty years ago, Chongxiao's eyes were closed, and now he hasn't been able to open them.

The three major Heavenly Sects came almost at the same time, each with its own momentum, compared to Su Jing and Qiqiao, the comings and deeds of the two roads were really nothing, but before the three masters of Dachengxue, Mitiantai, and Tianyuan Dao fell, the earth shook suddenly, and only the thunderous footsteps of 'bang' and 'bang' were heard in their ears, and the ground trembled.

Eight purple giant spirits with a height of thirty zhang away, carrying a small mountain with a radius of five miles, rushed to come, clearly visible, the small mountain peak on the floor pavilions and pavilions built elegantly, the pretty maid and the sturdy servants are busy, an embroidered floor bead curtain on the top of the peak is opened, and a palace girl holds a fan and leans on the railing to overlook

Akame Majin stretched out a finger and poked the waist eye of the Flower God Monarch, and chuckled: "The one on the embroidered floor, the ass is very big, you must like it." ”

The flowers that have always shone when they see women's eyes shine, but at this moment, they are looking at their noses and noses, and when they speak, their voices are elegant and their tone is ethereal: "The face is bigger than the buttocks, and I don't like it." (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )