Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1440 Shangling Wufeng
The maneuvers on the upper floor have not yet affected the disciples below. After Zhan Changfeng followed the Taoist boy out of the Tianzun Palace, he saw that on the test stage surrounded by the four great sects, Shuo Prison was happily competing with a direct descendant of the Wuzong sect. There are many.

On the other side of the pavilion, Yu Sheng burned incense and played chess with a Confucian and Taoist venerable, chatting and laughing with chess pieces, while Lan Qiusheng and several other venerables watched from the sidelines without saying a word.

Zhan Changfeng didn't stop, and under the guidance of Daotong, he entered the mountain gate of Jianzong and came to Lingwu Peak to take a rest.

Afraid of neglecting her and intensifying the unhappiness in the palace, Daotong praised Lingwu Peak earnestly, saying, "There are countless peaks in Jianzong, but there is a big peak that reaches the sky, and ten peaks that are not world-famous. And the residence of the second generation of Jiujian, Lingwu Peak is one of them, and the disciples of the descendants have positions, return to the void, and quasi-sages, and they have never been allowed to settle in."

Dao Tong's original intention was to highlight Tianzun's importance to her and to show friendship, but Zhan Changfeng thought of another point. When she was brought to Jianzong for the first time, she also lived on this mountain, so he asked casually, "What is it?" Which sword master's dojo is it?"

"Ah?" Dao Tong gave her a strange look, as if he didn't understand why she would ask such a question, "The Ten Great Spiritual Peaks have always been the place for the second generation of seniors, even if a few of them died or reincarnated, they didn't let others People settle down, and this one, since ancient times, was a no-man's land, and it was named Lingwu Peak hundreds of years ago."

Zhan Changfeng looked deeply, "Really."

"Isn't it? At that time, the disciples of Jianzong were all rumoring that Tianzun was going to accept disciples, but then there was no movement." Daotong stopped talking, as if he was a little annoyed by his talkativeness, and hurriedly buried his head to lead the way.

Zhan Changfeng didn't seem to notice his thoughts, and helped to change the subject, "The little Taoist priest looked at him strangely, why did the former Wenyouzi Taoist friend disappear."

Hundreds of years ago, when she first arrived in the Jiuji Realm, Baihedao Tongwen Youzi who was next to Ling Xiaozi took her to visit many places, so she mentioned him during the exchange of pleasantries.

"I don't dare to be the head of the Taoist priest. The son of the poor Taoist Yannian, like Brother Wenyouzi, is a white crane boy under the seat of Tianzun, Brother Wenyouzi. A hundred years ago, he was ordered by Tianzun to inspect the world and investigate the origin of the evil. Unfortunately, he died. " There was a bit of sadness in Yannianzi's eyes, which quickly disappeared, and he didn't ask her curiously why she knew Wen Youzi.

Zhan Changfeng recalled the appearance of Wen Youzi carefully because of this "unfortunate fall", and then said, "It's a pity."

But only there.

It just so happened that the temple in the mountain had already appeared, so Yannianzi ran a few steps first, and checked the surroundings without looking at it.

No one has been up this mountain for a long time. Today, Tianzun suddenly asked him to arrange the Emperor Changsheng here. He didn't have time to clean it up in advance. Fortunately, the large array in the mountain has the effect of removing dust. of.

"Please rest here temporarily, the emperor, if you need it, call the poor at any time."

After he finished speaking, he saluted, and after Zhan Changfeng nodded, he retired and went down the mountain.

The vitality of heaven and earth on Lingwu Peak is sometimes like drizzle, penetrating into the heart and lungs, sometimes like clouds and smoke, changing into animal shapes and galloping through the forest, the sky is light and shadows, and mysterious synaesthesia. Practicing in this kind of place can get twice the result with half the effort.

It's just that she has broken the limit of her comprehension a few times, seen through all the principles of the universe, and gained a lot. It is difficult for her to generate new understandings by practicing in such a treasured place.

Zhan Changfeng walked around the palace, walked to the top of the mountain, and sat cross-legged on a relatively flat boulder, calmly consolidating the Emperor Sword Dao pattern.

If the principle of infinity and infinity is the form of Emperor Taiyan, then the pattern of Emperor Sword Dao is the golden light protecting Dao of Emperor Taiyan.

The cultivation of the Emperor Sword Dao pattern has made her Dao stem grow stronger again. If she walked a more ordinary Dao, she might have matured Dao Fruit by now and entered the ranks of quasi-sages. However, her Dao, There is no one before, and there may not be someone who will come later. How to prove it is also unknown, so the progress is slow, and until now it is just a green fruit.

Quasi-sage, nowhere in sight.

However, after realizing the Emperor Sword, she had a feeling that she could rival quasi-sages in terms of realm and strength, probably because her young fruit was comparable to the ripe fruit of ordinary quasi-sages.

This gave her a vague idea.

The quasi-sage of the universe can't touch the road to holiness. Are there two major factors, external and internal?

External factors, it may be that the luck or energy of the nine heavens and six heavens is not enough to irrigate the saints, it may be that there is a lack of conditions for sanctification in the universe, it may be the suppression of the Supreme God
The internal cause may be that they did not get back their heavenly soul from the Dao, it may be that they did not cut off the thread of fate and completely get rid of their fate, or the starting point was low, and the way they walked could not support their sanctification.

The last result is the cruelest.

From the beginning of practicing a certain exercise, the Heart Sutra, a monk is fixed on a certain path. Even if he switches to another path in the middle, he just jumps to another path. If the Heart Sutra of this exercise cannot reach the end of this path, then this A monk is doomed from the beginning to not be able to attain the Tao.

The way of quasi-sage cultivation, does it end at the quasi-sage?

She doesn't know, she hasn't experienced what it's like to stay on the quasi-sacred place for tens of thousands of years, what it's like to retrace the path again and again but can't make an inch, but it's probably like the gods and the people sacrifice everything in exchange for a glimmer of life Frantic and desperate.

put all one's eggs in one basket.

Zhan Changfeng withdrew Piaoyuan's thoughts, smoothed and folded it, she paid attention to the result, and also enjoyed the process, at least for now, this unprecedented road brought her a lot of fun and attracted her to continue exploring.

The sword intent on her body rose from the sky, with the potential to cut through the ages, luring Jiuji Guiyi and thousands of swords to sing together, as if fearful and about to soar to the sky!
The Venerable Xiaoyao Sword has nothing to do with holding the trembling sword, stepping on the top of the peak, and looking at it from a distance, within ten thousand miles, the sea of ​​clouds is broken, and all the peaks are isolated. At first glance, he looked at the spiritual fog that no one has set foot in. Feng, he only saw the sword's momentum, but he couldn't see anyone. With his second glance, he glanced at the other senior brothers on the top of the peak.

After three breaths, the sword's momentum dissipated completely, as if the master had withdrawn the sheath and left.

"excuse me."

The three characters resounded between heaven and earth, and silence returned.

Regardless of the venerable's straightforward temperament, his voice resounded everywhere, "One morning, I was curious about what kind of sword the Emperor Changsheng made. Now I feel the power of the sword, and I am full of pride. Unfortunately, it is like a flash in the pan, and I haven't thought about it. Can I invite the Emperor Changsheng to perform the sword together? Learn from each other?"

Playing swords is not a martial arts competition, but just fighting swords, fighting swords.

Zhan Changfeng agreed, "The name of the Nine Swords of Jianzong is like a thunderbolt, I am lucky enough to see it, and I dare not refuse it."

A cold voice came from another peak, "Since Emperor Changsheng mentioned the Nine Swords, how can we pretend to be deaf and dumb? Brother Wuchang, Brother Wuning, and Sister Wushi are better together."

"good."

(End of this chapter)