Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

The Ling Hua Sect was founded at the head of the Dragon Bone Mountain Range.

There are many mountains, many tall trees in the mountains, green and warm clouds, and a sea of ​​blue mist.

But in the early years, there was no such good scenery on this land, only countless barren hills.

The desolation of the barren hills is truly worthy of the name.

For [-] miles, no grass can grow, no crops can be grown, and no spiritual energy can be produced. It has reached the point where the common people think the mountain is bald, and the monks lament the poverty of the mountain.

It wasn't until Xie Cangshan opened the source with a sword that the barren mountain had life.

This is also an allusion, and it was even written in "Three Thousand Rules of Dao Xin" read by Li Pu'er and the others.

"Three Thousand Rules" records: "Xie Jianzun passed through the barren mountains and heard the mountain spirits crying at night. After careful investigation, he noticed the strangeness of this place."

A hundred miles away from the barren hills, there is a dark pit.

As we all know, the land near the Yin Pit can't grow anything, because the spiritual energy in the veins is absorbed into the pit, and the rest of the place can't even grow a single grass.

But there is one exception.That is, the evil energy spread out of the yin pit, the evil energy was turbid and heavy, and settled into lumps in the original intact ground veins, blocking the spiritual flow that should have nourished the land.

At any rate, it is blocked rather than sucked out, so it is relatively optimistic.

But in fact, this situation is also difficult to deal with.

The spiritual veins are intertwined and intertwined with each other, not to mention finding a congealed evil block, even if they do find it, ordinary monks would not dare to move it at will.

But if the monk's name was Xie Cangshan, it would be a different matter.

Not only did the sword master successfully find the location of the evil block, but he also smashed the ground with his sword, shattering the black bumps buried deep in the ground, and unblocking the spiritual veins that had been blocked for hundreds of years.

Since then, the spiritual energy in the barren mountain has been revived, and everything has grown.

The editor of "Three Thousand Rules" wrote after the story: This story tells us that we must be good at listening to nature and pay attention to the ubiquitous merits around us.

He also advises his disciples to devote themselves to cultivation, if the strength is not enough, even if the merits are lost in the sky, others will take the lead.

...It's all bullshit.

There are no mountain spirits crying, no merits and virtues.

Xie Cangshan just took a fancy to the cheapness of this mountain.

It's really cheap, I only paid the entry fee of one spirit stone, and there are still eight hundred miles of land, and I didn't spend a penny, so I took it all away.

Xie Cangshan is a sword repairer.

Normally, sword repairers are not too rich.

Later, the world said: Xie Jianzun, wipe the moon and criticize the wind, and embrace the world.

The wording is really euphemistic.

Chu Lanyin felt more than once that this is really the charm of the human race's profound and profound language.

Back then they would only say that Xie Cangshan was poor.

At night, the disciples each guarded the spirit on the peak where the teacher inherited, and a little bit of light lit up on each mountain.

On the Sovereign Peak, the sword spirit is completely plain, kneeling and sitting on the futon.

In front of him is a nine-foot-high wooden frame, arranged in steps, and thousands of lotus lanterns are placed.

The Lantern Hall has collapsed, and the life lanterns have been moved to the main hall of the Sovereign Peak. Most of the wicks of the lotus lanterns enshrined here have been extinguished, and only dozens of lotuses near the bottom are still burning.

The orange flames were sparse and sporadic, like the sky before the rain covered by dark clouds, not as bright as the long copper candles on both sides.

Regarding the fact that people from Ling Huazong might still be alive in the pit, after discussing with Chu Lanyin, Cangshan suggested not to tell too many people.

No one has managed to get people out of the dark pit for thousands of years. Instead of giving people hope and then disappointing them, it is better to accept the worst result first.

Therefore, apart from Li Pu'er, Su Zhiya and Cang Shan, the rest of the Linghua Sect didn't know about it.

Li Pu'er is the only student under Qiao Yan's sect, and since the wake of the spirit, this kid has not closed his eyes for three whole days.

He lacked a soul, so he was going to take good care of it, Su Zhiya persuaded him, the left and right mourning halls are for the people of the Immortal Dao League to see, don't take it seriously, if he can't hold on anymore, he can sleep on the ground for a while , even if it is a human soul knocking on the spirit kneeling scriptures, it is not to be paid for by life.

Li Pu'er didn't want to sleep, and couldn't sleep anymore.

When the sect was in danger, the strings in my heart were tense all the time, and I never relaxed.

In the same generation, he is the biggest one, and he is the direct successor of the suzerain. Before he left, the teacher told him to take good care of his juniors and juniors.

Those who can leave are picked up by their families, and children who cannot leave really have nowhere to go.

People are so strange, when he knows that he will have to hold on to his energy tomorrow, he can force himself to sleep at night.

But ever since he knew that the teachers might still be alive, his string was slightly loosened, but not fully loosened, half-tightened, and he couldn't sleep normally.

Chu Lan suggested knocking him unconscious, but Cangshan said: Or just recite the book, and you will be sleepy if you recite it.

Li Pu'er first memorized "Array".

Opening the book, he read: "Come into the Taihui Spiritual Way for three thousand, and now open the 370th formation. One belongs to the category of creation, divided into sixteen branches, one pillow with yellow beams, Yao mirror, three lives have the law and dream disk..."

He closed the book and recited it: "Three thousand people have entered the Taiwei Spiritual Way, and now there are 370 seven types of formations. One of them is a pillow on a yellow beam, and the third life has a dream mirror..."

Chu Lanyin, who was kneeling on the side, corrected: "Class 370, Sansheng has a dream disk."

Li Pu'er was ashamed, and quickly repeated: "Class 370, Sansheng has a dream disk."

After a few more silent recitations, he felt he had memorized it.

Closing "Array", he backed up: "Today there are 370 seven types of formations, one of them is a yellow beam, three lives have magic mirrors, Yaopan..."

Chu Lanyin: "Three lives have a dream disk."

Li Pu'er lowered his head again and flipped open the book, staring at this sentence for a long time, took a deep breath, and then solemnly closed the book.

The Pu'er little Taoist friend said with all his might, "One, one pillow on a yellow beam, and three hundred Dharma Dream Wheels."

...What did Dream Disk do wrong?

Chu Lanyin felt that if she was his master, she should have been sent away by now.

Cang Shan couldn't listen anymore: "How about, let's change a book."

There are two types of courses in Ling Huazong.

One is "Tao".Before the establishment of the foundation, the disciples have chosen the way to practice in the future, and when they ask, they pay attention to excellence and have no distractions.

Li Pu'er practiced swordsmanship with his master, and Chu Lanyin could see that he was a good young swordsman.

For hundreds of years, he has only seen two innate sword bones.Xie Cangshan is one, and Li Pu'er is another.

But the former is like a towering solitary peak, while the latter is just a small slope. Moreover, Li Pu'er died once, and his bones were damaged. Before, he could barely be called Linglong Xiushan, but now he can't even be called a small slope, is it? A half-collapsed bald hilltop.

Li Pu'er has not yet fully realized what price he paid to support that spirit screen.

In addition to Taoism practice, another class of courses is called "learning", which will be completed within ten years after entering the Tao.

Learn from the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, understand the differences and differences of Taoism, and do not seek to be proficient, but require a basic understanding.

Li Pu'er's grades have been on the verge of faltering, and he doesn't know anything about formation techniques.

On the first day of the big class, he concentrated his attention, managed to comprehend half of it, comforted himself, and started slowly.

Half a year later, he was anxious before class, confused during class, and confused after class. Fortunately, he lit up the night before the exam and made a surprise attack, and he was able to fish in troubled waters.

When one day I finally took a nap in class, I couldn't understand the content after that, it was so cloudy, it was more difficult than listening to a book from heaven.

But it's just so miraculous, and it's so disgusting, he still carries a copy of "Formation Technique" with him, and he looks through it whenever he has nothing to do, but he doesn't seem to understand it.

Pu'er little fellow Daoist rolled up "Formation Technique" and put it in his sleeve pocket, and took out the book again.

It is "Three Thousand Principles of Dao Xin".

The writing is simple and easy to understand. It is a short story one by one, just like folk dialects, with fluent words and sentences, and it is also catchy to read.

There is no need to memorize this book, Li Pu'er just opened his mouth.

First, there is a story about how the Tao follows the heart, and then three stories later, it is the allusion that Xie Cangshan broke the barrier with a sword and led to the spirit of the barren mountain.

He lost himself in reading, and at first he didn't realize that Xie Cangshan's sword was kneeling upright in front of him. When he realized it, Chu Lanyin had already looked sideways with interest for a long time.

Li Pu'er has worshiped Xie Jianzun for many years.

In the world of comprehension, there is no sword cultivator who does not want to thank Cangshan.

His kendo is the top of a mountain, his heart is as strong as a rock, and his life is so short, yet so bright.

Kendo is the most difficult one among many kinds of Taoism, and it is slow to achieve results. Unlike Lexiu and Fuxiu, you can play tunes and draw simple talisman seals after a few days of learning.

On the road of kendo, you need to practice your body first. You swing your sword thousands of times a day, step on horseback under the scorching sun, run in circles and punch, and jump on plum blossom stakes.

They have not been washed, regardless of men and women, they are exhausted and hungry after a day, so that once they see the sword repairing class in the cafeteria, they are all frightened, and they hold the plates in their hands tightly, afraid Was swept away by the group of starving ghost-like little sword cultivators.

Teenagers, there are always times when they can't hold on.If you are scolded, you can't keep up with the progress, and others perform better than yourself, you will feel wronged.

Every time it was really difficult, Li Pu'er would read the book about Xie Jianzun.

"Three Thousand Principles of Dao Xin" was the first time he learned about Xie Cangshan.

I still remember reading at night under the lamp, my heart was surging, and I couldn't sleep all night.Li Pu'er secretly swore that I would also become a person like Xie Jianzun!

But it is one thing to worship, and another thing to dance before the sword of the Lord....

Because Chu Lan was very interested in this book, she asked, "Is there any more? Tell me another paragraph."

He wants to hear how big the brains of this book are.

If Li Pu'er met a confidant, he would not be sleepy anymore. He read several glorious deeds about Xie Jianzun, and then explained his own understanding after reading. It was really a large-scale exaggeration scene, and the filter was ten meters thick.

The long-branched copper lamp has sixteen candles each. The fire light is not as clear as the spiritual lamp, but it is thicker.The mountain wind blows through the hall, and the white gauze rises and falls, making this piece of red dust and candlelight faint into a dense mist.

The candlelight fell on Chu Lanyin's pupils, illuminating his cold glazed eyes brightly.

His body was half sideways, his back was straight, and a section of black hair was hanging down in a white drape. It was a strand that he forgot to pick up after he tied it with straw. It fell on his cheek, but it softened his sharp side face a lot. .

Li Pu'er, who was eloquent, accidentally glanced at it and was stunned.

Candles are like water, curtains are like water, stones in fire, body in dreams.

Naturally formed, in the realm of the avenue, Lan Yin's sword spirit sits on a futon like a lotus platform, but is covered with fireworks in the world.

Cangshan: "Cough."

Chu Lan gave the wooden puppet a dissatisfied look: Why did you interrupt my reading?

Cangshan suggested kindly: "Why don't you change another one?"

After hearing more than a dozen stories about Xie Cangshan, his teeth were about to fall out.Those articles were written with exaggeration, many words Xie Cangshan didn't think much about when he said them, but they were interpreted as seven or eight layers of profound morality.

If there is a test paper for reading comprehension, he may not be able to answer it himself.

"No change." Chu Lanyin said, "One more."

Li Pu'er turned a page and read: "The avenue has love, it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Let's say that in the year of Xie Cangshan Elephant Dance, I stayed in Nomura on the way, and I was meditating. Outside, he said softly: "Prince Taoist, I am the owner of the red lotus in the sun pond ten miles away. At present, two Taoists are fighting by the side of my pond. The sword energy is dangerous to cut off my roots. It is the Taoist priest who takes action in time to save me from dying." The soul is in disaster, I am grateful to the Taoist priest Gao Hua, and I am willing to worship you with a lotus heart...'"

Cangshan: "...huh?"

Li Pu'er also stopped, he was not very interested in the plot of Fengyue, and was thinking about whether to skip this paragraph.

Seeing that Chu Lan was in high spirits, she urged: "Don't stop, what next?"

Then it was gone.

Outside the mourning hall, a thick male voice pierced through layers of white gauze and rang in their ears.

"Gu Shengyang, the leader of the Immortal Dao League, is here to express his condolences!"

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Li Pu'er endorsed.

Reading: Ma Dongmei.

Close the book: what plum?What winter plum?Ma Dong what?

Sword Spirit: It's hopeless, let's bury it.

Cang Shan (turning over the book): I actually said such unfathomable words?

Gu Mengzhu: ... Is it really good to show up at the end after a chapter?

Yao: The road is too far, and the sword is not there, so I need to fly for a while. )