"Oh, old man, why are we still here? It's the eighth day of the Lunar New Year today, and Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn't let us in a long time ago. If you ask me, we can just go back."
Ten Thousand Swords City Twenty miles away, a Little Fatty dressed in golden brocade was biting into the golden and oily chicken legs roasted in his hands while complaining to a sloppy old man in front of him.
When the old man heard this, he gave Little Fatty a fierce look, blew his beard and said with a glare, "It's not because of you that I had either a stomachache or a pain in my butt along the way. I missed the time, and now I have to be delayed for another ten days."
Little Fatty said indifferently upon hearing this, "Anyway, I have already said that I am not interested in the swordsmanship of Lao Shizi. Even if you move that tablet in front of me, I will not even look at it."
"What do you know, kid? Heavenly Sword Sect There is a big secret hidden in that tablet. If it can be cracked, it will be enough for you to use in the next life." The old man reached out and slapped Little Fatty on the back of the head, and said with hatred.
Unexpectedly, Little Fatty just glared at him slightly dissatisfied and said, "If that monument is really that powerful, will it be Heavenly Sword Sect's turn to take charge?"
"Hey, why do you think that monument is still standing there after so many years? It's because there are too many people paying attention to it, and no one dares to do anything rashly. Secretly, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it.
Heavenly Sword Sect is now like a puppy walking on a rope. It may only take a gust of wind to fall and be shattered to pieces.
Even if I don't take this monument, someone will take it sooner or later. Maybe if I take it, it will save the lives of their entire sect. "The old man chuckled, and with his sloppy appearance, he looked very vulgar.
Little Fatty glanced at the old man suspiciously, frowned and said, "Old man, you are overconfident. If you go and grab that Sword Stele, I'm afraid you will be chopped into pieces."
The old man grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and looked at Little Fatty: "I really can't do it alone. I have my good disciple, right? We men can break into the dragon's den and the tiger's den together."
"Pa"
As soon as these words came out, Little Fatty was stunned and didn't even notice that the half-eaten big bird leg in his hand fell to the ground.
After a long time, Little Fatty howled like a killing pig:
"No-"
"I won't go, I won't go. You can't figure out why you have to take me with you. You are already buried up to your neck in loess. You have lived enough. I haven't lived enough yet.
I won't go, no matter what, I won't go, even if I kill myself, I won't go! "
"Don't want to go? That's not up to you." The old man smiled conspiratorially, reached out and grabbed Little Fatty's collar, and picked him up like a chicken.
Poor Little Fatty is also a dignified Foundation Establishment Cultivator. At this moment, he has no power to resist except tearfully fluttering in mid-air.
"Old Song, Old Xu, help..."
Song Changsheng knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world. He sat in front of Wordless Stele for three days. As the sun rose and the moon set, and the stars moved by, he remained as motionless as a sculpture.
His consciousness is immersed in the world transformed by Sword Stele, and he is refining [Sword Pill] in an orderly manner following the old man's movements.
The refining method of [Sword Pill] already existed in Ancient Era, but due to the cumbersome process and long history, few people have mastered this unique refining technique until now.
In a remote place like Great Qi Cultivation World, one is even harder to find.
Therefore, Song Changsheng seems very serious and caring.
Not long after, he refined the first [Sword Pill]. Although it was only the lowest level one, his heart was still filled with a sense of accomplishment.
At this time, the old man looked at him with a look of relief, which immediately gave Song Changsheng the illusion that the old man knew his existence.
But the old man just glanced at it and withdrew his gaze, and said to everyone Human Dao in the hall, "The next step is the last and most important step, sealing Sword Intent.
Whether [Sword Pill] is powerful or not is closely related to the Sword Intent sealed in it. Now, let me show you. "
The old man Fingers Together Like a Sword moved slightly towards the [Sword Pill] wrapped around his fingertips.
In an instant, Song Changsheng only felt a giant Sword One flashing away in his heart. Then, the [Sword Pill] at the old man's fingertips burst out with a strong Sword Qi. The old man's feet were instantly covered with sword marks.
"Sword Intent is so strong..." Song Changsheng was horrified and looked at the old man with eyes full of awe.
Although the damage caused by the old man does not seem to be strong, only Song Changsheng understands what he has just experienced.
He had a hunch that as long as the old man was willing, he could cut through his Dao Heart with one sword.
Dao Heart is illusory but real. There are many examples in the world where Dao Heart is unstable and leads to obsession, or Dao Heart is broken and all cultivation is lost.
But that is all affected by various factors.
The old man felt that Song Changsheng could cut through his Dao Heart with force, just like a sickle cutting down a piece of wheat with ease.
Such methods are simply appalling, and the Sword Immortal recorded in ancient books is nothing more than that.
At this time, the old man's gentle words sounded again, "Now, everyone should try it too."
After the words fell, the monks in the hall who had already refined [Sword Pill] immediately began to try it.
Only Song Changsheng was in trouble when he looked at [Sword Pill] in his hand. He had never even practiced a few swordsmanships. Where did Sword Intent seal it?
Suddenly, he felt a shadow covering him. When he looked up, the old man had arrived in front of him at some point.
Looking around again, he was the only one left in the originally full hall.
The old man reached out and gently stroked his snow-white beard, looked at Song Changsheng with a smile and said, "I have seen countless people in my life. Your talent can only be regarded as a middle-to-lower talent, but your understanding is an upper-class talent. It's really strange."
The sudden change made Song Changsheng startled, and he felt a sudden chill. Is this old man really just a figment of Sword Stele?
Suppressing the shock and uneasiness in his heart, Song Changsheng calmed down, solemnly bowed his hands to the old man and said, "My dear, my dear, senior."
Perhaps seeing his uneasiness, the old man stretched out his hand to lift him up, smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just a projection."
Without waiting for Song Changsheng to reply, the old man continued, "Speaking of which, you and I have some connections. I didn't expect to meet in this way. I can only say that the Unseen has a destiny."
Song Changsheng raised his head, a hint of silence appeared in his eyes, and then he quickly thought about what the old man meant by "origin".
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out when he had been involved with such a big boss.
I had no choice but to bow respectfully. "You are stupid, please ask senior to clarify your doubts."
The old man looked at him with a half-smile, then stretched out his hand and nodded his head.
In an instant, Song Changsheng only felt Electric Current flashing through his body. In his head, there was always a secret that he dared not reveal, and that was "Mysterious Creation Canon"
Could it be that this is the origin that the old man mentioned?
"Do you understand? Yes, "Mysterious Creation Canon" was created by me after my ascension, by gathering the talents of hundreds of masters. In addition to passing it on to my few unsatisfied disciples, I also made several rubbings of it and exiled it to the boundless Star Sea, looking for a destined person.
There has been no news for so many years. I thought something had happened, but I didn't expect to see you in the inheritance left by my old friend. It is really the Unseen that there is God's will in it. "The old man's tone was full of relief.
But Song Changsheng only captured four words: "After Ascension".
"No wonder this "Mysterious Creation Canon" is so exquisite, it was actually written by Immortal!" Song Changsheng's eyes were full of shock, and then his mind became active. This is a huge thigh. Even if you just pluck out a leg hair, it is enough to stretch yourself to death.
What the old man said next made him even more delighted.
"Although we don't have the name Master and Disciple between you and me, we have the reality of Master and Disciple. The cycle of cause and effect, I can't be stingy anymore. I should prepare a big gift for you out of emotion and reason."
Song Changsheng almost fainted from surprise and quickly bowed his head and said, "Disciple pays homage to Master."
The old man nodded kindly and helped him up, but what he said next made him instantly petrified, and his hot heart became cold.
"It's just that I left this projection behind because I was entrusted by my friend to teach the refining method of [Sword Pill].
Now that you have mastered it, I don't have anything to teach you, that's all. After you ascend, I will prepare a great apprenticeship gift for you. "
Song Changsheng was immediately dumbfounded, ascending? You old man really think highly of me.
"Thank you, Master." Song Changsheng bowed his hands respectfully. He also knew in his heart that what he saw in front of him was just a projection, and what he could do was very limited.
It's just that I understand, but I still feel a little lost in my heart.
"Well, I'm neither arrogant nor impetuous, and my character is quite decent.
Since you call me Master, I will naturally not let you call me Master in vain. I will leave this thing to you. I hope you can use it in the future. "
The old man stretched out his finger and gently touched the center of his eyebrows. A brilliant light flickered. Song Changsheng felt dazed for a while, and then he felt a few more light groups in his mind, fluctuating in Sea of Consciousness.
"Master, what is this?" Song Changsheng was a little surprised.
There are no greater ups and downs in life than this. He had already given up hope, but unexpectedly there was an unexpected gain. Immortal took action, could it be a mortal thing?
The old man gently stroked his beard and said, "Don't ask too much, just check it out yourself after you go out. Each light group is equipped with Restriction. Every time you reach a big realm, the corresponding Restriction will be unlocked.
It's not that you deliberately set limits for teachers, but that your current foundation is too shallow. Knowing some things too early is not a good thing for you, and may even lead to death. "
"Master's good intentions, disciples will be spared." Song Changsheng said quickly.
The old man nodded happily and said, "Very good, wake up."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Song Changsheng to react, the environment changed instantly, and his surroundings returned to what they were before. Many monks were trying to seal Sword Intent, but the old man was still standing next to Bronze Tripod, looking at everyone kindly.
Song Changsheng realized in his heart that it was time to quit.
So, he bowed respectfully to the old man, then turned around and walked out of the hall.
Just when one foot stepped out of the hall, a kind voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "Sword Dao True Intent, it is neither a technique nor a method, it comes from the heart and comes from God.
Practice hard and don't slack off.
My name is [Qingtian], if you can Feathering Ascension in the future, you can come and find me. "
"From the heart, from God..."
In front of Sword Stele, Song Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, muttering this sentence all the time.
The next moment, he seemed to realize something. Everything he had seen before was integrated at this moment. In his dantian, a cyclone appeared out of thin air above the black and white [Yin-Yang Dao Foundation].
Song Changsheng raised his index finger, his heart moved, and a faint Sword Qi surrounded his fingertips.
"This is... the prototype of Sword Intent?"
The old man's advice actually allowed him to integrate what he had learned from observing many Stone Tablets before and understand the prototype of Sword Intent!
Immortal's power is so terrifying.
Looking at the Sword Stele in front of him, Song Changsheng was filled with emotion. It was widely rumored that this Sword Stele was left by Immortal. He didn't believe it before and thought it was just a legend.
But now, looking at the light groups that really existed in Sea of Consciousness, Song Changsheng realized that the rumors were true.
From the old man's last words, he already knew that the other party's name was [Qingtian].
In the Ziyu Realm, this name only represents one person.
That was when Ancient Era and Artifact Forging Technique had not yet matured, they created the refining method of [Sword Pill], and established the [Qingtian Sword Immortal] that the Daoist tradition would finally ascend to the Upper Realm!
After his death in his previous life, he was taken by Dao Scripture to be reincarnated into this world, probably because of this reason.
As a friend of this kind of Great Power, the owner of Sword Stele is definitely not simple, and maybe he is also a certain Sword Immortal in the history of the Ziyu Realm.
"I really mean to plant flowers but they don't bloom, but I don't mean to plant willows to create shade. I have no intention of swordsmanship, but I never wanted to set foot in it in this way. That's all. Let's take it as an inference."
Song Changsheng sighed quietly, stood up and bowed to Sword Stele.
Fortunately, everyone around him was participating in Sword Enlightenment Stele, and no one heard what he said, otherwise he might have been violently beaten by a group of people.
After all, there are many people who can never reach the threshold of Sword Intent in their entire lives, but he stepped in easily, and he was not happy yet.
But Song Changsheng doesn't just get cheap and act nice. He comes from the heart. The sword is different from others and requires a person to pursue it throughout his life.
Since his family knows his own affairs, it is impossible for him to become a swordsman like Song Qingxing and Xu Yunhe. Swordsmanship is just an additional attack method for him.
"However, this trip was well worth it. Not only did I find out the origin of Dao Scripture, but I also got a thick leg, although this thick leg can only be picked up after ascending.
By the way, I still don't know what Master has left in my mind, I have to take the time to take a look. "Song Changsheng thought in his heart. He glanced at Song Qingxing and found that he still didn't move.
After thinking about it, he called a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect and said, "Excuse me, is there Quiet Room? I have some income."
Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple was already used to this and replied, "Stele Forest will be open for five days this time. Senior, please come with me."