Raising Evil Spirits

"What interesting method of cultivation?" I was a little puzzled as to what good method Mo had thought of, but he looked mysterious, and he had an expression that he would know at the time, so I didn't care about him.

With some dry food, I plan to stay for a day or two. After all, it is not easy to go up there. I have to watch out for those guys from Jiuding Society to make trouble. I am going to find a hidden mountain location to practice again.

After leaving the house, the butler Xia Ming appeared at the door. I looked behind and found that Mr. Mo was not behind me. I was relieved immediately.

"Little master, do you want to go out at this late? Do you want me to accompany you?" Xia Ming asked me, taking a look at behind me intentionally or unintentionally, and then closed his eyes when he found that there was no one.

"No, I want to go up the mountain. The exercises I practice are special, and it is inconvenient for you to follow." I directly refused.

"Oh, okay." Xia Ming nodded. He didn't expect me to take him up. He just found out that I was going out and wanted to say hello.

With a few words of greeting, I took the head of the Golden Sword and went to the back mountain position. The two gatekeepers changed their positions. Seeing me coming, I immediately interrogated them.

With the pass and identification, there is no hindrance to going up the mountain, but I still asked the two of you if there are anyone else going up the mountain one day today.

The answer I got surprised me. Jiudinghui seemed to be quiet, and no one else went up the mountain.

After going up the mountain, I did not follow the original path, but chose another direction to go up the mountain.

Summoned the sprinting ghost, the mountain was still rainy and foggy at night, called out the house ghosts, and watched by the side. After running for a short time, his whole body was soaked, and I don't know if Mo Lao followed.

"Lao Mo!" I yelled casually, but a black figure followed and followed with a grin: "Boy, what are you screaming? I'm afraid no one will know?"

"Hey, there is no one else here, it's already on the edge of the mountain." I looked back at the black figure.

"This place is weird, and the aura is weird, I really don't know how it was made." Old Mo said while thinking.

"Get it out? Refers to this yin and yang breath?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, the mountains and rivers are very strange." Old Mo groaned.

I don't know what it means, but I want to come to him to have his own opinions, and take out his mobile phone. Now around ten o'clock in the evening, his breath is far stronger than noon.

It’s not surprising that Mo Long had this thought. The back mountain of the Xia family has a weird aura. From night to dawn, when the aura is at its strongest, there should be something to say, but now I’m here to practice, not here. Mining, there is no need to figure it out.

"I didn't go to school very much, and I was a little messy with some geography. You young man, should you have taken a geography class in school? This mountain is so tall, isn't it called Mount Everest?" Old Mo meditated.

When I listen to it, do you think you are the West? I was trying to tell him what mountain this is, but instantly I was stunned: "Yes, what mountain is this?"

One hundred thousand mountains, right? But this mountain is too lonely. It is said to be one hundred thousand mountains and it is not very similar. There is also a Qingtianding tripod under the mountain. The old grandmother called it Qingtianjuan. Tsk tsk, such a big mountain, the peaks are so high that no name is too strange. Up.

I took out my mobile phone and checked it, and found that there was no signal at all, and there was no mark on the map, so I knew it was next to the small county.

After all, it’s a dead thing. It’s useless for me to entangle, but because of Mr. Mo’s reminder, I paid special attention to the vegetation under the mountain. What I didn’t expect was that near the winter time, the mountains were overgrown with grass and dense vegetation, just like primitive Forest-like.

"It must be Daqingshan, hahaha." I laughed.

Old Mo Bai gave me a glance, looking nonsense.

I shrugged and directed the swift ghost into the mountain.

Because the rain was getting worse and worse, in a short while, we found a cave with rich yin and yang along the cliff on the side of the mountain, and we rushed into it. After all, we should find a good place to practice swordsmanship.

After entering the karst cave, it was easy to find a small flat ground among the rugged rocks, so Mr. Mo explained to me how to practice.

The living sword is a sword technique dedicated to defense, and the killing sword is a sword technique specializing in attack. The living sword uses the killing sword. Yes, the living sword is the major of the nine swordsmen. What he has to do is Teach me how to combine the two swordsmanship, and this method is still in the experimental stage, so I plan to let me practice some first.

The aura in the cave is very abundant, even ordinary cultivation is very fast, not to mention the sword training with the guidance of old Mo. After several hours of practice, the progress is very fast. To me, the living sword is like a Yin Yang family. Belonging to the yang side, it is open and upright, making people feel like bathing in the sun.

The murder sword, like the killer living in the dark place, is vicious and cruel, like the yin side of the yin and yang family, it is powerful and difficult to master.

I was able to practice both swords very well, because as long as it wasn't for me to fly like Li Poxiao's swords, there would be no problem.

Seeing my progress so fast, Old Mo was dumbfounded, looking at me in a complicated mood, afraid that he was a little unwilling.

"You usually practice spells so fast?" Old Mo asked me with a snort.

"It's not that fast, but it's good to get the hang of it, and it's not too difficult." I laughed.

"Well, it's okay, so-so, can you blend those two swordsmanship? Can't you?" Old Mo looked like that, ready to take out something in his arms.

My yin and yang family spells have been fused and taught to the master, such as the long song of heaven and earth, the pressure of heaven and earth, they are all products obtained after fusion, so they are powerful and both offensive and defensive.

Comparing the killing sword and the living sword, although it is difficult to integrate them, it is not impossible.

I tried it, and used the Master's method to combine the two swordsmanship by analogy. As a result, the yin and yang blended together, and the effect was outstanding, directly pulling Mo Lao's face down.

"Ahem, it's okay, continue to follow this, your kid must be guided by an expert, otherwise it won't go so smoothly." Old Mo stretched his hand into his arms and pulled it out empty-handed. I wanted to come up with the secrets I wrote out over a few days and nights, but I realized it for myself.

A junior who is similar to a disciple, it only took a while to fuse the spell, and it took so long to get it out. I'm so sorry for my old face, it's better not to know it.

"Lao Mo, didn't you say that there are any interesting cultivation methods? The kind that can make me huge profits." I asked quickly.

"Well, yes, but I don't think you are progressing fast enough. For the time being, wait until you have achieved something before you take it out. You practice quickly. This speed is enough for the tortoise to learn to fly." Mo Lao said with a harp. A look of dissatisfaction.

"Oh, okay, then I will try to integrate more living swords." I spread my hands and continued to take out the secrets to study the composition of the spell.

In fact, there are more Dao unifications, and more miscellaneous studies. In addition to the silent borrowing method taught by the female laymen, the language of magic has been disassembled. What I have to do is to break up and combine again, so I practice. Killing the sword is not particularly difficult.

At least at the time when my master taught me high-level Yin and Yang Taoism, I could learn it handily.

Finally, when I saw that I had solved the problems of fusion one by one, Old Mo was a little bit depressed, and said: "To be honest, it's still so-so, but I am not attacking you. The Nine Swords Living Killing Society's Du Gu sword, he is too An inexperienced genius, he became famous when he was young, and he was incredible. After decades of precipitation, he may have become an unimaginable master of Confucian swordsmanship. I can't beat it. So you can get past me as soon as possible. It's me."

"Yes, thank old Mo for reminding me. I will be serious and serious, and work hard, and I will not let your old pains and pains teach me such a powerful swordsmanship." In fact, I also understand that the Nine Swordsman Swordsmanship is still quite good. Formidable, at least compared to Qiankun Dao, it is not much inferior.

Of course, what can't be ignored is that Qiankun Dao should still have more powerful swordsmanship that hasn't been developed, like the three swords of the old sword slave, I have never seen its attack method.

Li Poxiao didn't know what he was doing, was he attacking enlightenment?

"Okay, I have to find a place to rest. The humidity here is too heavy." After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he ignored my answer and disappeared.

After Mr. Mo left, I continued to study swordsmanship. After all, there was plenty of aura here, which made people feel sincerely comfortable.

Ziyi also came out early to practice with the ghosts of the house, and now they are practicing various methods to absorb the aura. I specially set up the Yin and Yang formations to let them attack the ghost king late stage.

I don't know how long I practiced, a white and miserable figure suddenly appeared from the entrance of the cave. I took a look and still made me breathe. This old grandma was still so scary.

She lives on the mountain alone, and she doesn't know how to endure it for so many years.