Chapter 741: One Sword Transforms Ten Thousand Swords
Taoist Xiantian is immersed in the memories of 120,000 years ago. Taoist Buyu is holding a brush to record the memoirs of Taoist Xiantian. If the content recorded by Taoist Buyu is not included, this is a picture of harmony between elders and young.
Xiantian Taoist talked from dawn to dusk. He stopped after the kebabs he had eaten for lunch were all digested.
Lu Yang and Gan Tian glanced at the things recorded by their master with their spiritual senses. They were worried that the Xiantian Taoist would not be able to accept the too advanced propaganda concepts of the Buyu Taoist and would make outrageous actions such as the ancestors violently beating unworthy descendants. They tacitly agreed not to mention this matter. speak out.
And what Master recorded cannot be said to be wrong. At the very least, every sentence was said by a Taoist from Xiantian. At most, it can be slightly polished.
“Second Senior Brother’s ability to confuse right and wrong was learned from Master.” Third Senior Sister used her spiritual consciousness to transmit her voice.
Buyu Taoist's bad habits were all learned by his second senior brother. No wonder he has a bad reputation in the Western Buddhist countries.
“Second senior brother learned it from the master, so where did the master learn this skill?”
“Didn’t the Eighth Elder say that the Master is the one who makes up for it with a handful of **** and urine?”
“What about the Eighth Elder? Our master doesn’t seem to have this kind of character?”
"Self taught."
“What a gift.”
The Xiantian Taoist had not yet begun to practice, so he had no spiritual consciousness. However, he quickly recorded the words of the Taoist in Kanyu, and even recorded them densely for several pages. He knew that the contemporary sect leader had recorded everything he said, and he was quite satisfied. 's nodded.
“Do a good job, I like you.”
It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t dislike his verbosity and is willing to listen to him talk about history. Taoist Xiantian is in a good mood.
The Taoist Xiantian is more and more satisfied with the sight of Taoist Taoist. Of course, it may also be because both of them are easily lost.
Buyu Taoist received the respect of the Patriarch and immediately expressed his position: "Grandmaster, don't worry, I will definitely publicize your glorious deeds of establishing the Taoist Sect!"
“Okay, okay, our sect has people like you, so why worry about it!”
“By the way, Patriarch, do you know where Grandmaster Hanhai is?” Taoist Buyu hadn’t finished worshiping the pier yet.
Taoist Xiantian shook his head: "I don't know."
The Taoist sect is so big, and there is no contact information for Daojun Hanhai, so no one can find Daojun Hanhai.
“By the way, your eldest disciple and the previous sect master may be able to find Hanhai.”
Taoist Buyu grinned and did not answer the question. Who didn't know that Xiaozhi and Master must know where Daojun Hanhai was.
"It's getting late, I'll go back first." Xiantian Taoist yawned for a long time, and he was tired.
"I'm here to see you off." Taoist Buyu said enthusiastically. He was not afraid of revealing Taoist Xiantian's identity when sending him off. After all, Taoist Xiantian's external identity was the disciple of Daojun Hanhai, ranking second in the Taoist sect.
After seeing off Taoist Xiantian, Taoist Buyu returned to Tianmen Peak: "Come on, come on, you two, tell us what has happened since I left last time?"
The major events such as the Demon Realm and Semi-immortal that Taoist Buyu heard about along the way were all related to Lu Yang. Now that he had the opportunity to ask the person involved, he didn't hurry up and ask.
The last time Taoist Wuyu came back, it was just after the Gang Sect's celebration. At that time, Lu Yang was in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, and now Lu Yang is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. A lot of things happened during this period.
After all, it was personal experience, and Lu Yang spoke eloquently.
As he was talking, Lu Yang realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, hasn't it only been a little over a year since I went from the middle stage of Jindan to the middle stage of Nascent Soul? How come so many things happened?"
I don’t think Taoists are happy to listen to it. These are the materials for storytelling. This is much richer than the experience of the ancestor.
Grandmaster, that means it is difficult to establish a sect, and it is a game with monks of the same realm.
Looking at Lu Yang's side, although he is only at the Nascent Soul stage, the enemies he provokes are starting from the Tribulation Stage. If he is lucky, he can also recruit two semi-immortals.
Lu Yang’s ability to get things done would have led to the demise of Yu by 20,000 years ago.
“…I’m quite surprised that Master Wanfa kowtowed so suddenly.” Naturally, Lu Yang couldn’t tell anyone about the Immortal Fairy, so he insisted that it was just a coincidence.
However, in the eyes of the Taoist people, whether it is a coincidence or not is not important.
“Okay, let’s rest for a day. Tomorrow I will teach you the swordsmanship to transform ten thousand swords with one sword.”
The last time Taoist Buyu returned to his sect, he wanted to teach this move. However, Lu Yang was not strong enough. This move requires someone to be in the God Transformation stage, and Lu Yang is just qualified now.
…
In the early morning, Lu Yang was wearing his training clothes and holding a Qingfeng sword in high spirits.
“Originally, I wanted to teach you how to combine swords with humans and how to transform one sword into ten thousand swords, but if you don’t want to learn how to combine swords with humans, then I’ll give up.”
“You have achieved the prerequisites for the sword to move with your heart, your mind to be clear, your energy and sword to blend together, and your movement and stillness to be one.”
Originally, only swordsmanship wizards in the divine transformation stage could reach these four realms. As a sword spirit root, Lu Yang had already reached these realms when he understood the swordsmanship.
“Be clear-minded, abandon distracting thoughts, focus on the way of the sword, drive the sword energy to leave the body and take form, integrate the spiritual consciousness and the sword energy into one, realize the free differentiation of the sword energy, and transform thousands of sword energy into one thought.”
"like this."
Taoist Wuyu stretched out his index finger, and a line of sword energy jumped out. He shook his index finger slightly, and the shadows left by the sword energy in the air turned into lines of sword energy. Lu Yang was amazed when he saw it. He never thought that sword energy could be used in this way. .
“Sit cross-legged to calm the mind, relax and be natural. The hands must be firmly held, the eyes must be straight, and the Qi circulates around the sky, circulating endlessly...”
The Taoist monk Wuyu also taught swordsmanship and determination.
Lu Yang's talent in swordsmanship is no weaker than that of magic.
With a thud, accompanied by thousands of sword energies, the Qingfeng sword came out of the body, like a dragon's roar.
"go!"
Lu Yang shouted softly, and the Qingfeng Sword flew into the sky. Thousands of sword energy flew into the sky together. Thousands of troops and horses were galloping in the sky. Qingfeng Sword was the general who commanded the army!
With a thought from Lu Yang, thousands of sword energy turned into substance, forming thousands of green-edged swords.
“It’s done!”
Lu Yang put his **** together and pressed down. Thousands of green-edged swords fell like rain, with the sound of breaking through the air. They fell to the ground with a swishing sound. The grass flew away, the trees collapsed, and the ground was riddled with holes.
If it were a monk in the early stages of becoming a god, standing below, he would have been pricked into a hedgehog.
Lu Yang was overjoyed that after just a short while, he had learned how to convert one sword that had trapped countless kendo geniuses into ten thousand swords.
Taoist Wuyu nodded happily. This young apprentice learned swordsmanship faster than he did before.
Neither the master nor the disciple noticed, and the puppet stared at the two of them secretly.
“If the Qingfeng Sword can be used…”
Lu Yang had a new idea, put away the Qingfeng sword, and took out the sword washing pool.
“Qi circulates around the sky, circulating endlessly...go!”
The sword-washing pools soared into the sky, and the sky turned into thousands of sword-washing pools, all black and dense, like dark clouds.
"fall!"
The sword-washing pool fell like a meteor shower, with an unavoidable sword intent, hitting the ground. The solid ground was dented by the impact, and even in the middle stage of divine transformation, one would be killed by this set of swordsmanship.
“Sure enough, the sword washing pool is more powerful!”
Taoist Wuyu looked at the sword-washing pool in confusion.
“Why does this thing look so familiar?”
(End of this chapter)