Chapter 901: Technique and Intention

When Minghui arrived in this world, she felt like a master, waving her hands and smiling:

"I don't need him, I'm just busy with his work and borrowing his space!"

The disciple did not dare to say anything and was pushed back by him. Minghui lowered his head, took out a tea set from the box under the jade table, stirred up the water and fire to make tea, and said with a smile:

"It's really frustrating for fellow Taoists. I'm dragged to work by the Taiyang Taoist order every day... I don't even have time to do a good spiritual practice. I think I'll be nourished by the days when I'm traveling."

"This sun is so domineering... As long as there is some chance of coming out of the Zifu... one by one, everyone wants to be their man, whether it is Chen Yin or Kuang Yu back then, only one Xiao Chuting has been picked out intact in so many years, even if It’s the Dragon Slaying Jian… He only escaped after cutting off the meat to feed them.”

Unexpectedly, there was something hidden in the monk's words. He scolded Taiyang Taoism and asked Li Ximing to take another look. He waited for his tea to be filled and said softly:

"I received protection early on, just an offensive and defensive alliance."

"shelter…"

Minghui smiled and said nothing, did not say anything more serious, and thought to herself:

‘This lord is playing chess. I can’t tell which faction he belongs to. Since he is Mingyang Wei and Li, he will definitely not deal with Luoxia, but can he deal with Taiyang Taoism? ’

He took a sip of tea, feeling a little timid, but he saw a real person wearing a light collar, white soft armor, and white feathers and black patterned robes hurriedly came in from outside the hall. Li Ximing turned his head and handed over his hand. This real person Chang Yun returned the gift and took a seat in the hall. ,road:

"Long time no see Zhao Jing."

Then he went to see Minghui. When he saw how he was dressed, he frowned and said:

"You have been so fond of this skin in recent years. When I saw you like this, I thought you were a real person!"

Minghui had long since transformed into a Taoist priest, now looking like an immortal and Taoist, and said with a smile:

"I learned the [Magic Technique of Connecting Spirits and Transforming Flowers] from my master, so I have to practice it."

While the two were chatting, Li Ximing saw that Chang Yun had a hurried look on his face, his magical powers were flashing, and he actually looked a little dazed. Although there were no injuries on his body and his face was smooth, the flaws in his magical powers could not be hidden.

'This Master Chang Yun is also injured... It seems that he has not had a good time during this period...'

There are so many Taoist traditions in Jiangbei, the northernmost one is called Yunmen, but logically speaking, there is not much pressure. After all, it is well known that Chang Yun has good relations with Lianhua Temple. The Xiuyue Mountain Gate on one side has been closed, and Jingbo The Gao family has no intention of going south... As long as Boring Tool Mountain is not lost, basically no one can threaten him.

It can be seen that he looks uncomfortable. Maybe he was tricked by Shi Xiu when he robbed the Wang family. He was just polite when he saw Li Ximing. Minghui was sitting between the two of them. He was not surprised and said:

"Hey...let's show it to someone."

Chang Yun himself was not worried, he waved his hand and sighed:

"Zhaojing has been in trouble recently. The movement in the north has caused suffering to those of us near Jiangbei. I have worked hard to say that Yunmen cannot be moved, otherwise I will follow the example of Ye Hui and go out."

"I heard Minghui talk about it. I still want that cassock. I just want to be a witness."

Li Ximing is not immune and does not have magical powers to heal wounds. Unless the other party tells the injury, he will just make the elixir. He is not in a hurry now. After a short pause, he tells what he has been thinking about for a long time:

"This cassock is gathering dust in my hands. The north is vast, so it would be great to exchange it for some spiritual resources."

Minghui clasped her hands together and said with a smile:

"This is natural. My master is older and has met many immortal figures. He has also studied Zifu Jindan Dao, and he is one of the best in the seven phases of magic. If you Taoist friends are in need of this, , you can mention it.”

Li Ximing's most indispensable thing is skills and techniques. Where could he ask this question? It’s just that although this [Light Glaze Kasaya] is good, it is far from compared with Zhelu and others’ [Three Retribution Lotus]. It is naturally impossible to exchange for a whole spiritual object. Li Ximing has some hope, so for now Ask:

"If there is a Zifu-level spiritual fire... it will naturally be the best."

As soon as he said this, Chang Yun shook his head slightly. Minghui took in his expression completely, hesitated for a moment, and replied:

"The Purple Mansion Spiritual Fire is rare, and it is also something that I love as a Buddhist cultivator. It is often taken away by my colleagues, enshrined in the Buddhist soil, and refined into spells and treasures. Even if there are some outside, they are all in the hands of Maha. It’s not easy to get.”

Chang Yun paused for a moment and then said:

"Actually, whether it's a spiritual object or a spiritual fire, if it falls into Lianxin's hands, it will all be handed over to him. It will never be privately owned. Only spiritual resources are of less value. Occasionally, you can keep some leftovers in your hands."

‘Tsk…’

Li Ximing nodded and was about to change the topic when he saw Minghui turning the cup and whispered:

"It's not impossible...I also know a few ways, but...a [Light Glaze Kasaya] is not enough."

After hearing this, Li Ximing nodded quickly and replied:

"It doesn't matter. I just let my fellow Taoist search for clues. If there is an opportunity to exchange, I, Wangyue Lake, will not be stingy."

Minghui replied:

"If I can get the first-level treasure of [Kong Xi Demon Subduing Bowl], I will be sure to exchange it for fellow Taoist. If I can get [Lotus of Three Retributions for Entering the World], I will give some things back to fellow Taoist..."

"good!"

Although Li Ximing was happy in his heart, he didn't believe him in the end, and he didn't take out the [Light Glaze Kasaya] first. He only settled the matter verbally, which made Minghui reluctant to part with him.

Chang Yun watched for a while, seemed to have done a lot of planning, and said:

"What happened to Wang Quwan...Zhaojing was not there at that time, and a group of people snatched it. Fortunately, it fell into my hands and was not taken away by the north. I just couldn't bear Zhaojing."

"What the hell!"

Li Ximing naturally had a free and easy face, looking very generous, and said with a smile:

"Everyone thought that when I went to the Wang family, I was afraid that I might be tricked by the North, so I did the opposite and went to Bai Yinzi's place. There is nothing wrong with it. I just congratulate my fellow Taoist on the double happiness."

Chang Yun smiled, but there was no deep smile in his expression. He seemed to be thinking about something, so he just cupped his hands and said:

"I had known that Fellow Daoist had a broad mind. When I had time, I would definitely visit Fellow Daoist at the Lake. Fellow Daoist also noticed that I was still injured and should have talked about the elixir."

At this point, even if Minghui had a good relationship with him, it was not appropriate to listen here. The monk bowed, smiled at Li Ximing, and left.

Chang Yun saw him out of the pavilion and then returned to the table. He looked more solemn and said in a low voice:

"Although I have some injuries, due to the Taoist tradition, I don't have much elixirs in hand. I hope my Taoist friends can make their own decisions and refine some elixirs for me to repair damage and heal my magical powers."

Li Ximing nodded slightly. This is not a difficult task. It can be refined with the Xuan Que Sutra Heart Pill. It is not even a transaction. It is at most a favor. It is just that the person's intention is clear. I am afraid that his magical power cannot refine the elixir. Thinking of helping out myself.

Then he said seriously:

"It doesn't matter. It's our duty to help each other. I have time during this period, and I will practice it when the time comes... I dare to ask my friend's Taoism..."

Chang Yun whispered:

“‘Gengjin’”

Li Ximing smiled and nodded, and Chang Yun secretly affirmed:

'Minghui also gave a good excuse. Although the pills given by the sect are indispensable, it is inevitably suspicious in the eyes of interested people. Having Li Ximing here can make a lot of sense...even if he takes something once or twice Good thing, it heals quickly and doesn't make anyone suspicious. ’

…

Qinling Temple.

Qinling Temple is very close to the border between north and south. Now it does not belong to the jurisdiction of any Taoist lineage. It only calls itself Qinling Taoist lineage. It relies on the protection of wrath and a little bit of colorful light inheritance to achieve pity by taking advantage of the situation. It was quite a little bit of Shitou in its heyday. The taste of earth.

Now it has declined, and the temple is small and deserted. Although the superior Liao Kong Lianmin renovated a corner, most of it is the ruins left over from the past, empty and noisy with birds.

"Pap..."

But I saw a man walking in the courtyard. He was wearing regular clothes of black and soap colors, a Taoist crown on his head, a small gourd and six small daggers tied around his waist. And sigh.

However, he acted like a mortal. He gently lifted up the stone table with missing corners in the yard, lifted up the stone bench, and gently stroked away the wind and sand. Then he took out a stone pot and two small cups from his sleeves. .

This pot has a simple appearance but a spiritual light inside. As soon as it is placed on the table, there will be bursts of water.

The night was thick, and the mountains in the distance were dormant in the deep moonlight, as if hidden in dark mist. The middle-aged man waited for a while, and then heard the sound of footsteps, and the broken stone steps made the sound of broken sand and gravel. .

A tall and thin swordsman came in from outside. He was dressed in black and white robes, with neat beard and hair. He also had a gourd tied around his waist, which was exactly the same as the one on his waist.

It is the great owl watching the great real person - Lou Xing.

At the time when the autumn mood was deep and the fallen leaves were falling, the sword cultivator sat down at the table without saying a word. The middle-aged man did not speak a word, but silently raised a pot and poured wine.

"After so many years of not seeing each other, my fellow Taoist swordsmanship has become more and more sophisticated."

Lou Xing did not answer him. His eyes were shining under his plump and sharp eyebrows, and he said calmly:

"Seeing Fellow Daoist Xue like this means that he has completed his life, not his first life."

The person in front of him was Xue Pan, the great master of Luoxia Mountain. He was full of magical powers, as deep as still water and not exposed. After listening to the other party's words, he drank a cup, closed his phoenix eyes slightly, stood up and said:

"Yes, more than two hundred years ago, I mastered the Five Arts, replenished my life, and specialized in mystical skills. I already had the opportunity to challenge Hongxia's remaining position..."

"But after meeting the master and being tested by him, it turned out that my spiritual practice was too shallow and I might not be worthy of the position. So I washed away my supernatural powers and reincarnated myself. It took me many years to find my way back, practice the five methods again, and get to where I am now. ”

Lou Xing listened quietly, stared at him, and said calmly:

"Shangzong is still considerate of his own people... I vaguely remember that I made some jokes to my master for Daozi Yukui, and they were eloquent. Unfortunately, I am stupid and can only remember the last few sentences."

Xue Pan ignored him and just poured wine into his own glass calmly. However, Lou Xing stood up with a smile on his face, drank the wine, and said bluntly:

"He said that in the old book, it was written: [Baoxiang Kong anointed the fertile land, Geng Yuan also dared to steal gold power]. He was already sighing. I think it is wrong now. Future generations should write: [Xuan Canal is not allowed] Qingyang Crossing, and the king was trained in martial arts."

After hearing this, Xue Pan put down his cup, took a step forward, shook his head and said:

"No need!"

The atmosphere between the two became tense in vain. The great master of Luoxia Mountain frowned and stared at Master Lou Xing. The sword cultivator opposite did not give in, looked directly at his face, and said coldly:

"All the people in the world, from the north to the south, are like fish and meat, fawning and worshiping on the ground. The dragons and lanterns are hiding. No one dares to disobey when ordered to do so! As powerful as the Emperor of Wei, who herds people to death in the fields, as noble as the king of Liang. Isn’t it enough that Qi and Zhao are being used as concubines by others?”

"The descendants of the majestic Tianwu Immortals were suddenly exterminated, and the majesty of the Mid-Xia Dynasty was sent to the barbarians. They were close to the sky and Yinzhou was far away. So a mountain bounded the sea, and the green cliffs of the North Sea were long, and they were surrounded and guarded by five gates..."

"In this world...is there any place where you can't move?!"

Lou Xing looked stern, staring at the great immortal in front of him, his voice low, even a little bit gnashing his teeth:

"Is it not enough? How far does it take to be enough?!"

"You..."

Xue Yang looked at him quietly, as if he didn't feel much about his words. He pressed the jade cup with one hand and said softly:

"The bones of Jiangnan have been used up by Li Jiangqun's generation. When you, Lou Xing, are gone, how can anyone in Jiangnan be called the descendant of the sun? You think I am merciless, sometimes... you are too persistent. The changes in the world are the choices of the people of the world. As for the changes in the fruit position, it is also inevitable for the immortals to compete for verification. How can you blame him?"

"Don't mention Li Jiangqun!"

Lou Xing shook his sleeves, turned around, and said with his back to him in a cold voice:

"Although I am not on the same path as him, he is also a true gentleman. But now I understand that the remaining Zi Yu is not because he does not touch the world, or to show your kindness."

Xue Yang finally sighed, and the six short swords on his waist swayed slightly, saying:

"Not touching the world is the way of immortals."

The black and white robe on Master Lou Xing moved without wind, and the gourd on his waist also hummed. In his hand, from nothing to something, he slowly held out a sword in the void.

The color of this sword is silver-white, without any external light, as if it was newly cast, two feet, nine inches and three points, and the short handle is held in the hands of this sword immortal. Among all the colors, only a little vermilion is eye-catching, right on the spine of this sword.

Then the wind howled, sand and rocks flew, the autumn wind rustled, and the six short swords on Xue Yang's waist disappeared at the same time. The six magnificent colorful lights shot up into the sky and gathered behind him. They were all three feet long, with their tails aligned and their sharp blades facing outward, floating behind him like a screen.

The tone of the great immortal of Luoxia Mountain finally became a little more complicated:

"In the past, we drank and talked happily, but I didn't expect you to die in my hands."

The sword fairy in front of him seemed to have heard nothing. He took off the gourd and gently put it on the stone table. Then he heard a clear sound, like the collision of jade beads, which was pleasant to the ears.

Before the sound fell, six colorful light pillars shot up into the sky, dispersing all the autumn winds howling in the sky, flying straight into the clouds, and flying into the dark and desolate night without sunlight, leaving six colorful tail flames, swinging smartly in the sky.

They were like six colorful flying dragons in the night sky, disturbing the rolling clouds and mist in the sky. Thunder roared again. In a flash, these six huge monsters were full of power and were falling from the sky.

Xue Yang was suspended in the night sky, with colorful lights behind his head, his eyes were bright as stars, mysterious as gods, and his red lips slightly opened. A heavy and majestic vibration sound spread in the world:

"I will never underestimate you!"

Lou Xing on the ground raised his head. Black clouds were rolling above his head, and six colorful blades were converging here. He looked at the colors magnified in his pupils, and one hand was always on the hilt of the sword.

"Clang!"

A piece of white light surged up from the ground and rippled. Whether it was bluestone or the broken formation, all the broken walls and ruins were destroyed, turning into endless gray wind blowing away, and the void responded at the same time, making a harsh clanging sound.

Characters in this chapter

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Li Ximing [Early Purple Mansion] [Purple Mansion Alchemist]

Chang Yun [Early Purple Mansion]

Lou Xing [Late Purple Mansion] [Sword Immortal]

Ming Hui [Lian Min]