Chapter 203: Worship the Immortals and Seek the Tao

Chapter 203: Worship the Immortals and Seek the Tao

The mist and clouds scatter the colors, and the sun and the moon shine.

Sitting alone in the bamboo grove, violent golden flames appeared on Chen Shaobai's long gown. After a few breaths, they turned into liquid purple flow flames.

The two flames intertwined and entangled, and they stumbled and clashed, like a Buddha hitting a wooden fish, making waves of ethereal sounds that cleansed the soul.

The environment is quiet and quiet, and it is a place where you can't find a secret cultivation treasure. But here, Chen Shaobai's mood cannot calm down no matter what. His magic power and qi and blood gradually collided with each other, breaking away from the constraints of the sword seeds, and it was like sharp steel needles, flowing back and forth in his body.

“Duh!”

One word of the mantra calmed down the true spirit of blood and energy, and Chen Shaobai opened his eyes and escaped from his cultivation state.

The moon was as cool as water, and the silver blossoms were as bright as a veil on his body. He breathed for a long time, swallowed the whale, and changed the turbid air in his lungs, and his condition was slightly restored.

"Miao Yuqin, Mengli..."

No matter how you call it, the status of his fiancée who is in harmony with each other will never change.

But with a huge figure like Haotian Sect standing in front of the two, unless Chen Shaobai is willing to let his sweetheart follow him and flee to the ends of the world, he must make a long-term plan.

"You haven't condensed the true spirit clone yet? Is there a problem with your practice?" A young man in a red robe in Xuanhua shuttled through the forest. After a few breaths, he came to Chen Shaobai. He saw that he was in poor condition and asked with a little concern.

"No problem, not condensing the true spirit clone is just a martial art and personal reason."

Chen Shaobai shook his head. After all, the "Xuan Buddha Gong" he is currently practicing was created by a monk from the Hang Kong Temple. It emphasizes a true self, progress step by step, and has a stable origin. It does not advocate the differentiation of the soul, so it has not evolved the secret method of the true spirit clone.

Although the ninth level of clone like Shangguan Yue has made rapid progress and extraordinary combat power, once two or three are killed, it will completely hurt the root and affect the future. Although Shangguan Yue's clone was only one by Chen Shaobai, it still hurt the origin. Judging from the speed of the two people's progress, if nothing unexpected happens, she will have no chance to threaten Chen Shaobai.

A bloody lesson was in front of him, and he was not allowed to be unwilling to be alert.

"About half a month, the time and space tunnel will be initially opened. At that time, Senior Ruguang and Qiu Wanfa will personally visit the alien space and open up a stable small secret realm. If you can't get out of your origin, we will be responsible for the safety of Fairy Mengli."

Hua Wuye’s implication is to ask Chen Shaobai to adjust his status and not to affect his future actions.

"Don't worry." Chen Shaobai's tone was filled with hope. He thought more than Hua Wuye and others who wanted to sell favors.

After receiving Chen Shaobai's promise, Hua Wuye felt much more at ease, and his body gradually twisted, turning into a light red spot, melting into the air, leaving only two bytes floating in the air: "Take care."

These days, Hua Wuye and Qiu Wanfa are busy. In addition to dealing with Ru Guang's great customer, they also have to solve many legacy problems and things beyond the holiday. The one who just appeared in front of Chen Shaobai was just a true spirit clone refined when he broke through to the third level of quenching.

When the clone dissipates, the information memory received will naturally return to the original body, which can save a lot of trouble.

The bamboo forest returned to quietness and tranquility again. Chen Shaobai sat down cross-legged and tried to practice. But after he concentrated his mind, he could not successfully enter the state of meditation. He always felt an inexplicable force that influenced his will. Even the great killing weapon that sacrificed the Bing Xin Jue was still a little confused.

Understand that something was wrong with him. Although it was not the cause of the demon in his heart, his obsession became more and more serious. Chen Shaobai simply stopped practicing and untied the wine pot at his waist. While drinking, he recalled and sorted out the past and dissolved the knot in his heart.

The misty life of the mother's womb for ten months, the fifteen years of life in Qiuhuan Village, the ordinary hunter in Qiuhuan Village, the two young men who had been with Miao Yuqin for more than ten years, the two homes that were together, the secular sword-making career of Muxiu Zihuan Fengzhou Academy, entered the immortal gate to seek the path of strength, slay demons and eliminate demons, bravely and diligently, and move forward.

Why?

The answer is clear and simple and a bit naive.

For a girl.

For a vow.

I would like to turn into a sword with my body and protect you forever...

"Use body to become a sword, use body to become a sword...hahaha..."

Before he knew it, most of the gourd wine had already entered his stomach, and Chen Shaobai became five points drunk and his breath was slightly drunk.

"Zi Tong, come on Qin!"

After two years of time together, there was already a connection between each other and a fox. As soon as Chen Shaobai spoke, the little white fox opened his eyes and took out an object from the Sumeru mustard space.

The piano body is silver-bright, four and a half feet long, elegant and classical, the strings are ice-blue and transparent, like jade lines, and the pillow is pitch-black and deep.

It is the Yintong Bing Silk Phoenix.

With Chen Shaobai's current vision and looking at the piano again, it was just a vulgar ordinary thing without any spiritual energy. Any treasure at the level of a low-grade magic weapon was dozens of times stronger than it. But for him, even if there was a treasure in front of him, he would not change it.

The fingers gently stroked the strings of the piano and plucked slightly, and the elegant and melodious music rippled in the forest.

Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, change one by one. Although he does not have the level of a master, his basic skills are quite solid. The turning point is smooth and round, and there is no stagnation. The big string is like a heavy rain, the small string is like a whisper, the noisy and chaotic conversations are made, and the big beads fall on the jade plate.

From an artistic perspective, this music does not have much praise, but in Shang Dynasty, it has a very loud name and a story that has been passed down for a hundred years.

"The reeds look forward to the wind" is a piano music taught to Chen Shaobai by Miaoyu when he was temporarily living in Muxi City. It tells a love story about seeking immortals and asking for the Tao.

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The autumn mountains are filled with mists, and at the foot of the outer mountain, people are coming and going, and traffic is everywhere.

Yuhuafang!

Although the reputation is very domineering, in fact, this Yuhuafang is just a newly built simple teahouse. The environment here is harsh, and a cup of shoddy tea costs half a tael of silver, which is ten times higher than that of ordinary places. The service attitude of the shop owner and the waiter is also extremely bad, and he looks like a willing person is taking the bait.

However, there are still many people willing to consume here.

"A bad-hearted businessman, it's so damn! I had known that I would bring more supplies when I came from Tianxiong City!" A man full of energy and blood and burly body cursed and took out the money.

"This is a blessing in the cave with the remains of immortals. Every drop of water contains the spirit of immortals. You can't say you can ascend to become an immortal after drinking it. Do you like to buy it or not? Get out of the way if you don't buy it, and you're whining, which makes people annoyed!" The boss's eyes slanted, and his face trembled. Obviously, he was not a good man and a trustworthy woman.

"** ancestor Banban! I, Wang Kui, debuted... um..."

After all, he was a sword practitioner. After being agitated by the store owner's bad attitude, Wang Kui immediately became angry. Just as he was about to pull out the sword from his waist and threaten him, his mouth was covered by his companions.

After struggling with all his strength for a long time, he barely broke free, coughed several times, and returned to his breath. The veins on his neck burst out, looking extremely unhappy. Before he could say anything, his companion raised his fingers and pointed the mark of an inconspicuous seven-color gem in the corner of the Yuhuafang door sign.

Although the Luoshi Sword Sect is not the top ten sects of immortality, it is also an immortal sect with sword immortals in charge. It recruits countless disciples every year and has a wide range of power. It can be said to be a one-handed person in the southern corner of Fengzhou.

Even if the owner of this tea shop is not a disciple of the Luoshi Sword Sect, he must be a person with some connections. It would be too easy to deal with him, a swordsman without roots and without Ping.

"Hiss..." Wang Kui gasped, his figure seemed to shrink out of thin air, and his clothes seemed a little loose. He was afraid that he inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and paid the tea money honestly, while drinking tea, he looked around.

The small teahouse is filled with people from all walks of life, from princes and nobles to speculative vendors to beggars.

Even some students and swordsmen with fame appeared in the crowd.

"Hey! Isn't this the Thirteen Swords of Chasing Wind, Li Shuqing?"

Among the crowd, a man with a fiery red sword and extraordinary demeanor was kneeling on the ground. He faced the bamboo forest among the mountains, with a pious and firm expression.

There are many people coming and going here, but no one dares to walk past him and evenly raise his bow.

"Li Shuqing? But the great swordsman who gave up the wealth of Muxi City in order to break through the shackles of swordsmanship and gave up everything to seek immortals?"

Wang Kui squeezed through the crowd with his strong body and carefully looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground. He found that except for his sword, he was more beautiful, there were no different places than ordinary people.

Even the other party's clothes were torn and covered with dust. It seemed that because they had been kneeling for too long, the clothes on their knees were soaked in dark red blood, mixed with the oozing pus, and condensed into a pitch-black, blocky gel.

With Jianhao's physical fitness, he would have made this field even more, which means that Li Shuqing has maintained this position at least for more than three days. Even if he had marrow-cleaning and blood exchange, his physical fitness was far ten times higher than that of ordinary people. But if he let the injuries on his knees be ignored and continues to worsen, this person may be ruined.

Moreover, the pain that needs to be endured in this way can completely collapse a man with iron.

"What a firm and determined desire to seek the truth! No wonder he can travel around and become a great swordsman in the famous Shang Dynasty. He really feels inferior to himself!"

Looking at the resolute and persistent Li Shuqing, Wang Kui lowered his head and looked a little sad. After a while, he finally made a decision, took difficult steps, walked to Li Shuqing, and knelt down towards the direction of the vast peaks and the green bamboo forest.

Giving may not necessarily result in rewards, but if you don’t give, there will definitely be no rewards. Thinking of the rumors about Li Shuqing, Wang Kui suddenly realized.

"Come on, fifty taels of silver per stick of incense, worship the immortals, and get some fairy spirit. Even if it is not for yourself, it is for your parents and descendants." Yuhua Tea House is worthy of being a background force, and soon came up with a new trick to drive out all other forces within a radius of fifty miles.

The price of fifty taels of silver coins per stick of incense increased tens of millions of times. Although it is not said to be a trick, it is not far from each other.

Because some people once wanted to climb thousands of peaks with their strong body, but when they reached the edge of the mountainside, they were isolated by an invisible layer of force and could never take a step. Therefore, even though the price of burning incense is extremely expensive, many people are still willing to spend money in vain and lit a stick of money and worship the true immortal.

"These people from the Luoshijian Sect just enrich their pockets. Look at Li Shuqing and Wang Kui, that's what piety!" These people were not fools who could rush to Qiuhuan Mountain within a few days of the change. Some people kept learning from Li Shuqing and kneeling down to Youhuanglin to pray for themselves and their families.

"Burn incense and worship the immortals, you have great merits, you are stupid!"

Although the owner of Yuhua Tea House was anxious, he could not stop the general trend. More and more people knelt down towards the green bamboo forest and no longer spent money to buy black-hearted incense.

Straws of invisible and intangible power gradually gathered towards the mountain.

The sound of the piano suddenly started. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!