Jiang Zu

"It's a pity that being a father is restricted by cultivation, otherwise let alone this small sea area, even the flood of the Tianhe River can suppress it."

Jiang Hua said "it's a pity" while stroking his beard, and nodded unconsciously, actually looking satisfied.

"It would be even better if words could be engraved on it. I heard that the word "Heaven" is engraved on the mirror of the Emperor of Heaven, and the word "Earth" is written on the Dijun Book, and the word "Ren" is also written on the Renhuang brush. It is rumored that the three At its peak, Taoist artifacts are the closest existence to immortal artifacts."

Jiang Xiashun couldn't help touching the black iron-colored column and said.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Mirror, Dijun Book, and Renhuang's Brush are all superb Taoist artifacts. No one has known their glorious reputation in ancient times. The characters on them are also very particular, occupying the "heaven", "earth" and "people" respectively. Luck, with this kind of luck, it is possible for the peerless Taoist artifact to become an immortal artifact, but it is a pity that it still failed."

With a thought in Jiang Hua's mind, the five golden characters of "Dinghaishen Needle Iron" appeared on the jet-black cylinder.

"Father, I think it should be called "Dinghaishenzhutie" more appropriately."

Jiang Xiashun also understands that there is luck in the world, and getting a good name can increase luck.

"Jintongzhen means treasure, and it can be as big or small as you like, and it can also be transformed into an embroidery needle."

Jiang Hua explained, thinking about it, it would be better to engrave the "Ruyi Golden Cudgel" directly, maybe it can also be contaminated with some dark luck.

The words follow the heart, and the five characters of "Dinghaishen Needle Iron" seem to come alive.

The strokes were changed and reorganized to form five big characters "Ruyi Golden Cudgel", and a line of characters engraved next to the font: "Ruyi Golden Cudgel, weighing 12 catties."

12 catties was made up by Jiang Hua, purely because this number fits the number of one yuan, and he wanted to cater to the divine will.

"When will I have a Confucian magic weapon?"

Jiang Xiashun said enviously.

After the battle between immortals and demons, the vitality of heaven and earth in the Dao Difficult Era was extremely thin. There were no spiritual materials in the entire Linghe River Realm, and the treasures were hidden. The monks couldn't find suitable training materials.

A Confucian monk like Jiang Xiashun, who is already a great Confucianist, has not even started refining a natal magic weapon.

Although Confucianism does not practice inner elixir and does not have natal elixir, Confucian and Taoist methods can refine the four treasures of the study with awe-inspiring righteousness, and can also refine Confucian and Taoist instruments.

"No need to worry. Now that the ancient times have descended, the aura of heaven and earth has revived, and the treasures of heaven and earth have emerged. This is a golden world of cultivation. Work hard and first refine the magic weapon of your own destiny. To help you find something."

Jiang Hua comforted Jiang Xiashun.

Jiang Xiashun couldn't help but blush when he thought of the scene when he begged his father for pens, ink, paper and inkstones as toys when he was a child. He asked his father to help him find a magic weapon at such an old age, which was the same as asking his old father for "toys" in disguise.

"Father, I also want to go to see what the Immortals Conference is."

Jiang Xiashun blushed, lowered his head and bowed to hide his embarrassment.

"It's a trivial matter. The entry and exit token of Penglai Wonderland can carry several people to teleport."

Jiang Hua saw that the wind and waves on the sea were all right, so he continued: "Penglai Xiandao has not come down completely, let's go see how Xia Yu's cultivation is doing."

"Since the great changes in the world, the third brother has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers alone, and now I don't know which unknown mountain to practice martial arts in."

Jiang Xiashun shook his head, expressing that he did not understand the way of martial arts practice.

"Weifu has already made an imprint mark in your souls. According to the imprint induction, your third younger brother is less than a hundred miles away from here."

Jiang Hua stroked his beard and said meaningfully.

"Spirit mark? Is there any?"

Jiang Xiashun touched his body and looked inside, but found nothing unusual.

"A small application technique of the Yan Luo Clan's soul-searching technique, you can't discover it unless your mental strength is higher than that of your father."

Jiang Hua pointed to a looming huge mountain in the west and continued: "Use your Qingyun belt to go there for my father."

Jiang Xiashun nodded, and the green clouds under his feet instantly expanded and held Jiang Hua back.

Feeling Qingyun's comfort, Jiang Hua nodded in satisfaction, closed his eyes and went to rest.

This Qingyun is the unique Qingyun of Confucian practice.

Although the speed is not as fast as Jiang Hua's, it is more comfortable.

"It would be nice if the weapon Ruyi could be turned into somersaulting clouds for transportation."

The idea of ​​cloud-like magical artifacts popped up in Jiang Hua's mind.

After a stick of incense, the distance of a hundred miles has come.

For Hongru, the distance of a hundred miles is only the time of a stick of incense.

"Didn't the third younger brother go west all the time a few years ago? Why are you still punching in this mountain bump? You never go to Haijun to see my second brother."

Jiang Xiashun had already spotted a figure practicing boxing in the valley, and said with a slight complaint.

Jiang Hua stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "You have wronged him, the whole Fu County is moving eastward, and his going west is equivalent to standing still."

"Forget it, the third brother has a pure mind, and his ambition is in martial arts, and he doesn't care about other things."

Jiang Xiashun watched as Jiang Xiayu, who was about to become a savage, was about to land on Qingyun.

"Don't rush, Xia Yu has entered a strange state of cultivation. Let's retreat another ten miles."

Jiang Hua stopped.

"Yes!"

Jiang Xiashun also noticed Jiang Xiayu who was punching selflessly at that time, and hurriedly drove Qingyun away without showing any trace.

Jiang Xiayu's fight is officially the Six Paths of Samsara.

This punch was taught by Jiang Hua, but because there is no corresponding exercise method, he can only use its form and moves.

So what Jiang Xiayu played was boxing skills, not boxing techniques.

For boxing and boxing, there must be corresponding exercises to stimulate the boxing skills in order to exert the greatest strength.

Jiang Hua did not get the Six Paths of Reincarnation Jue, but Jiang Hua's wishful supernatural powers can simulate the six paths of reincarnation mana to activate the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist.

So Jiang Xiayu could only practice his boxing skills.

Jiang Xiayu's Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist opened and closed wide open and unstoppable.

Sometimes chopping like an axe!
Sometimes straight punches like cannons!
Sometimes the uppercut is like a gun!
The jumping and moving in conjunction with the movement of the punches, the flowing clouds and flowing water, are natural and spontaneous.

Strong and domineering boxing is generally easy to exhaust, and the essence of Liudao Samsara boxing is to keep going.

Jiang Xiayu couldn't be endlessly alive without corresponding exercises, but now he entered a special state, and he did it!
At this time, Jiang Xiayu's whole mind was clear, and he forgot his boxing moves, as if he lost the control of his thoughts, and entered a state of forgetting both things and me.

Can't be without thoughts!

This is a special state of cultivation.

According to the legend, the soul of a martial artist who enters the state of being unable to have no thoughts will leave his body, and enter a strange space where he can watch his own body, and the body that is out of the control of the soul is still punching, and can perform martial arts perfectly. In this state, warriors in this state can not only get twice the result with half the effort, but also deduce martial arts skills, improve their deficiencies, and make themselves and skills truly fit together. This is the cultivation state that all warriors dream of.