I Raise Spiders in Pansi Cave

Tianzun said: "Just listen to the admonition, don't ask the reason, what the Emperor Xi said to you, tell me the truth when you come back."

Although the three of them didn't fully understand Yuanshi Tianzun's intentions, they knew they were not doing enough, so they didn't dare to ask more questions, and bowed down one after another: "I would like to follow Master's order."

The fairy music stopped, the golden lotus was collected, and within 33 days, the peace was as before.

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Chapter 530: Sword Qi Condensing Frost Gathering Taiyin

Qi Wufei lost the mirror in front of his chest, but got a mirror of his own heart and self. He can let himself into the mirror at any time with just a movement of his mind.

But at this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was his soul in the mirror or his real body in the mirror.

He no longer has to worry about losing the mirror or being taken away.

But there is one thing that may be troublesome. If he goes to the merit monument to collect merits in the future, he will not be able to pretend to keep some to pay taxes.

He looked at Yin Changtian again—the nihilistic existence of his past self.

He stood there with his hands behind his back and his head up, his bloody clothes fluttering in the wind, and his face, which could not be seen clearly, seemed to have eyes deeper than the starry sky, staring into the distance.

He was lonely, as if carrying a lifetime of regrets.

But he stood so straight, as if nothing could overwhelm him, and he never bowed his head.

Qi Wufei sighed, and raised the Shadow Bearing Sword again—this sword of nothingness that belonged to him, which had never felt so real.

He realized what it means to unite people and swords.

A sword fell.

The sword has no shadow.

A crack appeared in the void.

Yin Changtian's figure was shattered into pieces like a mirror, and at the same time, the chaotic silhouette of time was also shattered.

All the fragments fell into that void crack.

The crack closes and everything dissipates.

Only the bright moon is left, the yellow sand is like silver, and the red stone is like blood.

Qi Wufei let out a long breath.

He put away the Yingying sword, turned around, and wanted to take the phoenix soul from the groove of the stone.But he found that it was just an ordinary stone with nothing on it.

The moonlight poured down like mercury, and the whole Hongshi Village was shrouded in a halo.Those red stones lie quietly in the moonlight, like silent tombstones.

Qi Ding flew westward across the long yellow sand.

He didn't fly to the sky, and he felt the truth of every step.To reach the realm of emptiness, one must always look at the real self and see through the illusion in reality, just like breaking a mirror.

From this moment on, he really entered the realm of practicing all the time, and completely understood the meaning of the mantra "A gentleman works all day long".

Those magical mantras are actually the communication between body and mind and the universe, spanning space and time.

The distant stars were flickering with him, he heard the whistling of the huge waves in the Milky Way, something in his body was being awakened, and the alienated proteins melted in his cells were about to move.

The fine sand creaks under your feet, and every grain of sand is a world.He stepped on the sand, as if he had stepped on countless worlds.The air is transpiring in his forward steps, and the space is distorting. He is like a ship propelled by curvature, moving forward in the desert, leaving behind the black line that the space splits and heals.

Soon, he came to the entrance of the abandoned mine.

He entered the mine tunnel, walked to the end, faced the thick rock wall, stretched out his hand and pressed it gently on the rock wall.

Consciousness passes through the wall.

He heard the chirping of the phoenix.

Immediately afterwards, he passed through the rock wall and came into the mine.

It is very empty here, like a huge underground palace.In the dark and deep, there are patches of red light.It was the faint light emanating from the red rock.

The stone wall is as smooth as a knife, revealing layers of cut marks.The huge stone pillars are like the feet of giants, holding the heavy dome and supporting the weight of the entire mountain.

He walked in, following the direction he felt he should go.The grottoes are connected one by one, connected with each other by tortuous mine roads.

In a relatively narrow cave, he finally saw Yin Changtian.

Yin Changtian was sitting cross-legged like that, with a blood-colored cloak wrapped around his body, his hands in mudras, his face serene and calm, as if he was meditating in retreat.

Qi Wufei walked over and looked carefully at Yin Changtian's face.

The illusory figure he saw in Hongshi Village had no face, and now he finally saw it clearly.

It was as if he saw himself in the mirror.

But he was no longer surprised.

There is a strange sword stuck on the ground beside him, the blade seems to be nothing, only a simple and unpretentious hilt is suspended there.

If he hadn't been prepared, Qi Wufei would almost have thought he had seen another Chengying sword.

The hilt of the sword is very similar to Chengying, you can't tell the difference unless you look closely.It's just that although the sword body is also invisible, it can still sense the air of Taiyin in the divine consciousness.

Inscribed on the stone wall behind him:

"Xiaolian, the sword of Taiyin, you can see its shape during the day, but it disappears at night."

On the back are small characters engraved with sword formulas.

Qi Wufei looked it over and found that it was very similar to the Chengying Sword Art, and it was also divided into four types: holding the sword, controlling the sword, killing the sword, and hiding the sword.

The only difference is that the Killing Sword Art can only be used at night, and it arouses the murderous aura of the Taiyin, not the murderous aura of heaven and earth like Chengying.

He grasped the hilt of Xiao Lian's sword with the sword-holding formula, and drew his sword.

After experiencing the interaction between the aura of the sword body and his own soul, he tried to use the sword control formula to control the sword aura and remove the small characters on the stone wall.

Qi Wufei quickly mastered the sword technique, as if the sword belonged to him a long time ago, and he has already mastered it, just like picking up a pen that he hasn't held for many years. Although he hasn't written for a long time, with a little practice, he can Very skilled.

He tried the sword killing technique again.

In the grotto under such hot flames, a layer of frost suddenly condensed on Xiao Lian's invisible sword.

The air of the lunar eclipse rolled in, and the temperature in the grotto dropped suddenly.

Qi Wufei didn't draw his sword.He was worried that the changes in extreme cold and heat would make the stone pillars fragile, and if they were invaded by sword energy, the entire mine might collapse.

Xiaolian's killing sword is not as strong as the heaven and earth killing intent triggered by Chengying, but the cold air of Taiyin may be terrifying under certain circumstances, especially for opponents who are afraid of the cold. Yayu Chengying kills the sword.

However, at this moment, he heard a phoenix cry.

The sound was turbulent back and forth in the grotto, a warm current hit, and the temperature rose again, even hotter than before.

A colorful phoenix flew out of the darkness, emitting a blazing light from its entire body.

The phoenix landed on a stone next to Yin Changtian's body, and looked at Qi Fufei angrily.

Qi Wufei held up his sword, but he didn't dare to put it away, he was afraid that if he put it away, the phoenix would rush towards him, and he couldn't resist it.

One person and one phoenix confront each other like this.

The cold air condensed by the night training and the heat brought by the flapping of the phoenix's wings offset each other.

The magic power poured out, and gradually, Qi Wufei couldn't hold on anymore, feeling exhausted.

However, the phoenix suddenly let out a long cry, put away the divine light on its body, and gradually faded away, disappearing into the darkness.

Qi Wufei breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

With a movement of his mind, the world in the mirror appeared again.

The entity of the mirror has gone somewhere, and this mirror of nothingness is more convenient to use than in the past.

He recovered his mana in the Tai Chi Pond, and when he came out, he used the Hidden Sword Jue to put Xiao Lian away, and put him in the mirror space that no longer had an entity.

Then he walked to the place where the Phoenix disappeared.

On that stone was a piece of jade, red and transparent, like amber, with veins like a phoenix inside.

It is the Phoenix Soul Jade.

Qi Wufei picked up the jade and put it in his palm, feeling its temperature.

As soon as the jade touched his skin, there was a brilliance flowing between the textures, and the phoenix seemed to come alive, spreading its wings lightly.

He put the jade away and went to look for the writing on the stone.

Yin Changtian said that he would give the jade to a person, and that person's name would be engraved on the stone.

Sure enough, there were words on the stone, but it was very small.The Xiaolian sword formula on the stone wall just now is not only big, but also painted with silver hooks and iron, wide open and closed, and these characters are not only small, but also very neat. It can be seen how hard the person who carved it was, as if afraid of making mistakes.

There is no name on the stone, but four poems engraved on it:

Pure and flawless,

Emperor Xi bestowed an imperial edict on the royal family.

Flora dare not split easily,

There should be no second flower in the world.

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Chapter 530 IX, From now on, there will be no hatred forever, leaving a bird to fly alone

"Pure white without any blemishes, Emperor Xi granted it to the royal family. The flower god dare not split it lightly, there should be no second flower in the world..."

Qi Wufei murmured.

The poem was familiar; he must have read it.But it must not be this life, if it is this life, his memory will never be blurred.

Practitioners can awaken all memories, so learning anything is never a problem. After reading the Taoism of the Immortals, they can remember everything. The difficulty is not memory, but understanding.

Understanding depends on understanding. If understanding is not enough, there is no memorization.

This poem should have been read in his previous life.

He thought for a long time, and finally remembered that this is a poem by Hu Zhonggong, a poet of the Song Dynasty, and the title of the poem is "Qinghua".

I still want to thank the practice in this life and transform my brain, otherwise such unpopular poets and works are the memories of previous lives, and I must not be able to recall them.