Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang is appreciating his "humanity".

His perception of sword intent was born from people, and his many advancements were also born from people.

Now that he stands tall on the stage, everyone in the audience cheers and congratulates him for becoming the young master of the Spirit Snake Realm; when he took Qianling's hand and stepped on the lake, his front and back melted into the ocean like water droplets, and the concerted chorus was the only one in the world. Someone shouted "Luolang".

This kind of concerted efforts and concerted efforts are people.

His current clothes are not too complicated, and now he is standing beside Zhen Shuangliu, with his master pressing his shoulders with concern, he is the unique young master of the spirit snake world.And after a while, he jumped into the audience like a fish, like a seed falling into the soil, and threw himself into the crowd. He was the freest and most ordinary living being.

This is ever-changing, fish and dragons are ever-changing, and it is human beings.

And at the very beginning and the very end of each change, from the croaking just as soon as it hit the ground, to the cloudy eyes that are about to die; from the uniform performance of everyone in the audience at this time, they are vivid and flexible, making their calculations All kinds of crackling thoughts, the numb and panting living flesh in the death ground, and the piles of white bones piled up in the corner of the cave.

Human beings are born, they are vigorous, they are dying, and they are dying.

Sun rises and sets, tides ebb and flow, flowers fade and bloom, birth and death.

Human life and death are two extreme directions.Just like between heaven and earth, pushing the dark, dark, and twilight to the extreme is Yin; pushing the bright, clear, and dry to the extreme is Yang.

Even when his master's cold and weird spiritual power is fully released, he can still distinguish between the object to be deterred and the object to be protected. How can the meaning of the knife have only one direction, and how can the form it shows be only destruction and death?

"The word music is the bell of the Great Dao. One sound can make all things live, and one sound can make all things die..." Suddenly, this teaching of Mr. Gongyi appeared in Luo Jiujiang's ears again.

Mr. Gongyi, who plucked the strings and tuned it, said that the word music is the bell of the Dao; since ancient times, swordsmanship has been more powerful than other monks, so naturally he said that the word sword is the bell of the Dao; Take it to ask Xie Chuncan, isn't it that medicine is the bell of the Tao, and the bow is the bell of the Tao?

Luo Jiujiang also felt that the word for knife must be the bell of Dao.

Everyone's words are what they see with their own eyes and what they get in their hearts. Everyone is right.

Because the avenue refers to the same goal by different routes!

Luo Jiujiang looked up to the sky with a long smile, he pulled out the new Chengxue around his waist, and held the silver sand sheath horizontally in the young man's slender palm, it was dazzlingly bright at this moment.

His performance was really inconsistent with a "young master who was obediently introduced to the stage by the master". Some people raised their heads in surprise, and their eyes silently drifted between Luo Jiujiang and Zhenshuangliu.

At this moment, those with ulterior motives see the conspiracy, those who are vigilant and pessimistic think of transposition and forcing the palace, the tolerant and gentle guests tolerate this little boyish madness, while the old-fashioned and polite people frowned at Luo Jiujiang's long and ostentatious smiles brow.

There are thousands of thoughts, thoughts and understandings buried under the skin of everyone, but no matter what others guess, Luo Jiujiang will always be Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang raised his palm and slapped the air, his aura spread out like money at this moment, and the flagon on the table full of banquet guests swung around in a big circle, like a dance in which the hem of the skirt was spread out to the extreme, also It's like a drunken fist with a full circle.The fine wine that is not exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold dripped into each guest's cup, and the jug placed on the main seat, which was carved from jade, flew a beautiful arc in the air and landed firmly in the palm of Luo Jiujiang.

He raised his head and took a sip from the spout of the pot, and then flicked his wrist, the most mellow and moving smell of wine poured out, soaking the treasured sword Chengxue he was holding in one hand.

He is inviting his beloved knife to drink, just as he was willing to use his own blood to give Cheng Xue a head start.

Some people hesitated to touch the glass that had just been poured by the young master Spirit Snake, some were puzzled like a monk Zhang Er, some tentatively used spiritual energy to defend themselves, and occasionally a few people were aroused by the smell of alcohol in the room. Fanatic, no matter what, he first offered a toast to Luo Jiujiang!

After Luo Jiujiang poured a pot of wine with a knife, he raised his arms and threw the pot to the ground without pulling out the knife. He only held Chengxue with the scabbard high with both hands, and said calmly: "Today I have a glass of wine, and I will give it to everyone in the world. There is a knife, and I will give it to the world to kill!"

When the ultimate, dazzling white blossomed in Luo Jiujiang's palm, he still hadn't drawn out his knife.

And in this style, there is no need to draw a knife.

It used to be the white seed held up by the tip of Luo Jiujiang's knife, and it was the embryonic form of Daoyuan in the mind of Luo Jiujiang's knife. It was the sweetest harvest of Luo Jiujiang after seeing "life" and "death". It is also the most magnificent swan song resounding on his sword at this moment.

At this moment, Luo Jiujiang realized the source of Dao.

This Dao source is so meager, with only a trace, a unique point.It was not as plump as the drop that Mr. Gongyi once showed him, but the meaning it represented was completely different.

It was not inherited from anyone, nor was it calculated and snatched by any means. It was completely understood by Luo Jiujiang himself, and it also belonged to himself.This trace of dao source is different from any drop in the world, it is not the universe, it is——

Zhenshuangliu silently held his breath.

At the beginning, when he glanced from a distance in the academy, he could not distinguish the traces of Daoyuan on the Wangtianjiu, but now he will never mistake the Daoyuan aura that is right in front of him.

The source of Dao that Luo Jiujiang now holds high is Yin and Yang.

Daoyuan's light shines on the body and face of everyone present.It is so bright and stunning that it makes people feel that the world loses color when they see it. It is said that white light is composed of seven colors, which seems very reasonable now.Otherwise, how can it be explained, this beam of white light is holy, gentle and incomparable, it can eclipse all the red, orange, yellow and purple, it can be called the first light in the world.

Green grass grew long from the feet of the crowd, and the flower vines used to decorate the venue also seemed to be urged to grow.At this moment, the cup is full, the sky is clear, the teenagers on the stage are bathing in the rising sun, their age is just right, their destiny is moved silently, and a new chapter is silently opened to the end that human beings can reach.

And about this, everyone, including Luo Jiujiang himself, has not noticed it yet.

All the guests present seemed to have received some kind of wonderful gift, the meridians were as comfortable as being warmed up, and the muscles were as smooth as if they had just been stretched.If someone is willing to stare at the Luo patriarch in the audience, they will find that the white hair on the sideburns of this "rising star" is half black again, and some monks who have been suffering from long-standing wounds touched their chests in surprise, feeling a sudden pain in their dantian Not as great as it used to be.

This is an opportunity that cannot be met, and it is almost a miracle that cannot be repeated.

All of this is because what Luo Jiujiang comprehends is "life".

The donations received by almost unrelated people in the audience are so generous, and the results obtained by Luo Jiujiang are naturally even more diverse.At the moment when Daoyuan's light came on, Luo Jiujiang's spiritual power soared, and his dantian almost doubled in size. The meridians that were originally like tributaries suddenly opened up like rivers, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The spiritual energy gurgled and flowed in the meridian of Luo Jiujiang, slowly condensing, changing from the thickest gas to a solid liquid.As if all the rivers finally flowed into the sea, these spiritual liquids also poured into the dantian. At the end of the spiritual power driving the whole body, a golden solid is slowly forming.

It is Jindan.

Jumping from the Dzogchen on the fourth level of foundation building to the golden core is almost like a joke, but since Daoyuan is in hand, there is nothing impossible in the world.

In the past, the alien species who held the Daoyuan of the universe could leap from the Nascent Soul cultivation base to the "Mahayana" of the monks' ranks with a drop of Daoyuan. Then Luo Jiujiang's trace of Daoyuan can make him jump. The vaporized liquid that passes through the fifth layer of foundation building also skips the long journey of transformation in the remaining layers.

Luo Jiujiang opened his eyes, and there was a touch of gold in his eyes.He shook his fist tentatively, and that brand-new strength that seemed to have crossed a big step was slowly forming in his body.

Zhen Shuangliu stared straight at Luo Jiujiang in a daze. As the one who had the most say on power in the field, as the master who knew Luo Jiujiang's situation well, as the master of the snake world who knew Luo Jiujiang's age and experience completely, In just a cup of tea time, he has drawn enough air to make himself a vacuum.

Originally, I just missed Cangjiang, and saw the shadow of my old friend from Jiujiang.Zhen Shuangliu raised his head to the sky, he opened his eyes blankly, his eyes were already numb due to the shock of the drama in his heart: But what I got, what kind of apprentice I got!

The scene that unfolded before his eyes was not only unimaginable that he had never seen in his hundreds of years of life, it was simply beyond his ability to accept.

If there really is a "union of the world, it will end with a foreign race." Then Zhen Shuangliu will never think of this candidate other than his apprentice Jiujiang.

It was only a blink of Zhenshuangliu's eyes, when clouds suddenly gathered and piled up in the originally cloudless long sky.He came back to his senses, stretched out his arms to bring Luo Jiujiang closer, and reminded at the same time: "It's Jindan Tribulation."

Jindan has Jindan kalpa, Nascent Soul has Yuanying kalpa, and Mahayana also has Mahayana kalpa.These catastrophes can be supported by items such as array treasures, and those who have a teacher can simply ask the master to hold the array.

Thunder Tribulation will not increase or decrease due to the participation of others, it will just focus on a target and slash until the number it wants to drop reaches the target.

Therefore, as long as the master has the ability, he will usually give his disciples a raid here to weaken the power of each thunder disaster, so that the apprentice will not die because he cannot bear the thunder disaster.

Anyway, there are at most three Golden Core Tribulations, regardless of the size of the monk's head, as long as it hits the target.However, most of the mediocre people only need to be hit once to get away with it, and they will succeed in forming alchemy ever since.

It is said that the more talented a person is, the stronger the thunder disaster he will face.This is the truth recognized by the whole cultivation world, so it is no wonder that Zhen Shuangliu is so anxious to take Luo Jiujiang under his wing.

However, Luo Jiujiang just smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, Master, it won't hurt me."

He looked up to the sky with a pair of smiling eyes, and the source of light in his hands was still there, and one of them was straight to the sky, as if he had long been integrated with the robbery cloud.Luo Jiujiang's expression was full of determination: "I just know."

The clouds gather together, showing a majestic shape, but this cloud is still pure white, different from other robbery clouds that are as black as drops of ink.The thunder also struck down, but it was not like the color of ordinary thunder, but pure like a beam of light.

The red robbery thunder is the blood robbery, the purple robbery thunder is the great catastrophe, the black robbery thunder is the heavenly robbery, and the golden robbery thunder is the heart demon robbery...The white one that was cut from Luo Jiujiang's head today was developed by the world of self-cultivation. It has never been seen before, what kind of catastrophe is it?

"It's not catastrophe." Luo Jiujiang said: "It's my comprehension, it's endless life."

He opened his arms to meet the tribulation thunder, just like opening his arms to embrace a spring rain.

The distance between the three lightning tribulations is extremely short, so fast that they are almost connected together, but the form is completely different from every thunder calamity that the monks present saw.Compared with the test and inspection from heaven, the thunder calamity that happened to Luo Jiujiang was more like nourishment and reward.

During this period, the power of the pure white thunder calamity flowed out slightly, and it silently spread over the vegetation within a radius of a hundred miles, and in the blink of an eye, the garden was full of flowers.

When Luo Jiujiang opened his eyes again, in addition to the new identity of Jindan cultivator and the burning enthusiasm in everyone's eyes, what greeted him was a brand new world full of flowers and rain.

Suddenly, he thought of the little order he had filled in casually with his youthful spirit when he was in Seven Islands.

He doesn't remember much of the other words, except for one sentence, which fits the current scene very well.

"It is expected that Shaohua admired me and pursued ten miles of flowers."

Fate favors him, time favors him, and Shaohua admires him.

With a proud smile on the young man's lips, he stood facing the wind, with a circle of gentle white light of thunder radiating from his body, which has not dissipated yet.

Just as he said, under the blue sky and above the thick soil, he should be the best in the world.

Because he is Luo Jiujiang.