The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Even though the ceremony of apprenticeship has been simplified and simplified, the custom of paying homage to the ancestors after apprenticeship is a convention.So after drinking the apprentice tea, Shen Zhihan called Han Nian, and brought the two boys to the door of the scripture building.

The jade tower is hundreds of feet high, but it is not only used for collecting books.

Shen Zhihan took Mo Ning's little hand and led the way to a compartment, raised his hand and punched a sword mark into the jade bi, and saw a passage leading to the underground suddenly opened.

The scent of burning incense rushed over, and the four of them slowly descended the jade steps.

This underground is like a ancestral temple. In the octagonal ice room, there is a portrait hanging on almost every wall, and in front of the portrait, each has a long sword placed on the jade table in front.

"These are the portraits of Wuweizong's past dynasties, and the natal swords left behind after their fall."

Seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of the two teenagers, Shen Zhihan first led a few of them to stand at the door of the ice room to pay respects, and then pulled Mo Ning to walk towards a most special wall.

In front of the other portraits, the long sword is either intact or broken, all of which show the achievements of its owner, but although there are two paintings on the wall in front of it, only one has a long sword lying in front of it.

"This is the previous head, your great master, Xuan Yu Xianzun Mu Lingyun."

Among the portraits is an old man with white beard and hair, dressed in the uniform of the head of the sect, and looks like a fairy.

Shen Zhihan took the lead to bow to the portrait with the sword in front of him, then straightened up, turned to the other portrait, and said softly: "This painting is about your great master uncle, the Xuanguang sword fairy Mu Yichen."

Han Yi, who was new to Xiantu, couldn't help it anymore, and asked in a daze, "Master, is there any difference between a sword fairy and a fairy?"

Shen Zhihan glanced at Mo Ning, who was listening quietly with his eyebrows down, with mixed emotions, and said slowly: "Everyone said that the cultivation world officially entered the Dharma-ending era 1000 years ago, but the spiritual energy in the world has been getting thinner since a long time ago. As early as Ten thousand years ago, there was no one who could successfully ascend."

He turned his eyes to the figure holding a sword in one hand in the portrait, and changed the topic: "And this one is the only person who has broken through the boundary and entered the Mahayana in ten thousand years, so he is revered as a sword fairy by the world, and is respected and enshrined forever. "

——It is also the main body of the protagonist he is committed to resurrecting.

The Sword Immortal was once boasted by his stupid roommate that there is nothing in the sky and the earth, and he wished he could marry him off. At the beginning, Shen Zhihan just listened to it casually, but he never cared about it.

But at the age of five, when Jun Wuxin brought him to visit him as a teacher, he found out that his roommate was sincere.

What's more, the picture in the scroll is not the main character's face, but the profile of the protagonist standing with a sword.

He was wearing a white jade mask, which barely covered the upper half of his face, and the gilt pupils with radiant brilliance could be vaguely seen in the position of his eyes.A pair of thin lips were slightly pursed under the outline of the tall nose, but there was a very faint smile on the corner of the lips.

Jianzong's school uniform outlines his figure very tall and straight. Standing there, this sword fairy looks like a dazzling fairy sword, but it doesn't give people a sense of sharp aggression. People just hold their breath unconsciously just by looking at it from a distance.

The faceless side face is like this, but the front face without the mask is still amazing? ? ?

Even though Shen Zhihan has seen it many times, his heart beats faster and his breathing slightly stagnant when facing Mu Yichen's portrait at this moment, let alone the other three people behind him who are full of astonishment.

"Big, senior brother..."

Han Nian swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "Is this portrait hanging here all the time? How can I..."

The former said helplessly: "You only saw it once when you were ten years old when you were apprenticed to a teacher, and you didn't look carefully, so naturally you have no impression."

In fact, Shen Zhihan didn't want her to remember it at all.

He still remembers the fact that Xiao Han Nian almost set the entire ancestral hall on fire until now, and he doesn't want to recall it.

Han Nian nodded hesitantly, and asked in confusion, "Then where is this master uncle now?"

Shen Zhihan shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Breakthrough and ascension, naturally he left this world, who knows where he will go?"

Such a peerless person, if it is known that he has not only returned, but also divided into six people, and lost all the memories that should belong to him, how will the world feel?

He touched the top of Mo Ning's hair, but his face was very calm. After the two teenagers came back to their senses and saluted, the four of them left the stone room the same way.

As soon as Han Nian came out, he caught a glimpse of the twenty scriptures left by the two on the table in the secret room before they left, and his expression suddenly became strange.Unexpectedly, as soon as the direction of the toe turned, Shen Zhihan immediately took a wrong step, blocking the only way she had to leave the scripture building.

"Junior Sister," he stretched out his hand to touch the table with a half-smile, "it's agreed to come back and copy the scriptures. You can play for fun, but you can't break your promise."

"Big Brother..."

The divine light in the former's eyes immediately faltered, but the aggrieved Bara was about to cry, but he couldn't hide it from the elder brother who had watched her grow up.Shen Zhihan, who knew how skinny his junior sister was, smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. It's only twenty copies, and it will be soon."

Han Niansheng glanced resignedly at the Taoist scriptures, each of which was as thick as a brick, knowing that if he didn't copy the scriptures, he would be tested by his master, so he finally resigned to his fate and stayed.

Shen Zhihan held one hand in the other, and as soon as he got up to Qingyun who had been summoned, he noticed that one sleeve was heavy.

"Uncle Master," it was Han Yi who tugged at the corner of his sleeve ignorantly, "Why did Master stay in the scripture building?"

Shen Zhihan led the two of them up into the clouds, and subconsciously responded after hearing the words: "Because she wants to cultivate her body."

Han Yi nodded with a vague understanding: "Is it necessary to copy scriptures to cultivate one's morality?"

The former laughed: "...Probably."

Lu Zhilan's injury was still unhealed, so Shen Zhihan could only take the two young men back to Qingjing Peak again.

The three peaks of Zuowang, Qingjing, and Yixin are different. Zuowang Peak is covered with white plums, Yixin Peak is covered with red plums, while Qingjing Peak is covered with snow bamboos. When you are in it, it doesn't look like a fairy cave, but like a hermit's residence.

Shen Zhihan brought the youngsters around the front hall and came to the bamboo garden, and found a place where they could get shelter from the wind and enjoy the sun, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a bunch of bits and pieces.

Mo Ning, who had been silent all this time, frowned slightly, while Han Yi asked directly: "Master, what are these...tables and chairs...and refreshments for? Don't we need to start learning art today? "

Shen Zhihan nodded: "Yes."

"Then these..." Han Yi pointed at the fragrant refreshments on the table inexplicably, "Could it be to exercise the concentration of me and my little brother?"

Shen Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "Of course not."

He raised his sleeves slightly, and two thick cushions appeared out of nowhere on the side of the recliner.After signaling the two of them to meditate, Shen Zhihan turned around and nestled in the armchair, picked up a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth, and said indistinctly: "There is a bright moon in my heart, and the sword is seven feet away*. If you enter In the way of swordsmanship, you need to understand the mind first, so today I will first pass on the "Enlightenment Chapter" to you two."

"Close your eyes—"

The two closed their eyes according to the words, Shen Zhihan swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and said slowly: "The first step of practice is to sense the aura of heaven and earth. Now, calm down and try to find the one that fits you two from the dark world. Aura."

As one of the incarnations of the male protagonist, Mo Ning possesses a heavenly spirit root, needless to mention his talent, but Han Yi, who is a single-attribute fire spirit root, absorbs spiritual power at an equally astonishing speed.

Shen Zhihan's eyes sparkled, and he raised his finger to touch between the two people's eyebrows, and a gentle spiritual power entered their meridians: "Control the spiritual energy, follow my guidance."

The speed at which the two teenagers mastered it was astonishing. In just a short week, they had already learned to use their spiritual power. Shen Zhihan was happy and leisurely. He picked up the teacup with white jade-like fingertips and poured himself a drink.

Before drinking three sips of tea, the stars and twilight lights gathered from all directions.The jade cup rested between the slightly parted thin lips, Shen Zhihan watched the light spots suddenly gather and then disperse, but what remained in place was a figure in black clothes.

"Xiao Hanhan," the visitor tilted his head slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "I'm quite good at sneaking away."