Sometimes the stars in the sky are very close. They seem to be hanging above the head, embedded in the deep and dark sky. When standing on the mountain, it seems that you can reach out and touch them.

But in fact, the stars we see may have been the light and shadow they cast tens of thousands of years ago.

Chen Ji didn't know how long Xuanyuan's life was, so that the other party could easily spend 434 years, which was just a way to pave the way for cultivation.

He looked at Crow: "Uncle Crow, do you know Lu Yang, the mountain chief of Jingchao Martial Temple?"

The crow actually nodded.

Chen Ji asked again: "Then do you know how old he is?"

After finishing his words, before Crow could respond, he saw old man Yao walking out with his hands behind his back: "Why are you up so early in the morning asking about Lu Yang?"

"Um," Chen Ji thought for a moment and replied, "Didn't Liang Gou'er say that I am suitable for learning the sword style? I heard that the mountain chief Lu Yang in the Jingchao Martial Temple practiced the sword style, so I wanted to ask about it."

Old Man Yao sneered: "You can learn it if you want. Is there anyone willing to teach you? Hasn't the fever gone away? Why are you still talking nonsense?"

Chen Ji: "...Please tell me first how old Lu Yang is."

Old Yao wrote lightly: "According to rumors, he should be one hundred and thirty years old. His cultivation level is high, so he will naturally live longer."

"How old was he when he became famous?"

Old Man Yao glanced at him and said solemnly: "Why should I tell you these things? Ask others."

After Chen Ji thought for a moment, he helped Old Yao move the bamboo couch out of the house and helped him lie down.

While beating Old Man Yao's legs, he said sincerely: "Master, I can ask others, but they are not as knowledgeable as you. As the saying goes, if there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, I will guard your treasure mountain.

Why bother looking for others? Can they compare with you, Master? No way!"

Old Man Yao glanced at him and was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "What did you just ask?"

"At what age did Lu Yang become famous?"

"At what age did you become famous?" Old Yao fell into deep thought, his eyes full of memories: "This is a legendary figure, one of the few legends who is still alive in the world."

"Lu Yang was born into a noble family in the Jing Dynasty. His father, Lu Xiao, was a champion of the Jing Dynasty. He was disabled in the battle at Chongli Pass, so he passed down the Lu family's sword skills to Lu Yang early. It is said that Lu Yang entered the army at the age of twelve.

Xiantian, he entered Taoism at the age of sixteen, entered the realm of Shintoism at the age of twenty-one, entered the Wu Temple at the age of twenty-two, and became the youngest 'mountain chief' in the Jing Dynasty."

"After Lu Yang took over the Martial Temple, he traveled south to the Ning Dynasty twice. During his first trip, he climbed to Linghua Temple in Jinghai Mountain and broke the bronze bell in the courtyard of Linghua Temple, thus abolishing the practice of Linghua Temple.

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"During his second trip to the south, Lu Yang attacked Yuqing Temple in Linxu Mountain, killed the Taoist leader of Yuqing Temple, and chopped up the plaque in front of the Jade Emperor's Hall. Under siege by hundreds of Yuqing Temple disciples, he burned

I read the plaque of the Jade Emperor Palace and warmed the wine to drink. Before I left, I left behind the words, 'It's just that'."

Chen Ji was shocked. This master of the divine way could actually do whatever he wanted?

"Why did he want to kill these two mountain gates?"

Old Man Yao smiled: "Because Lu Yang is a martial arts fanatic, he always wanted to find an opponent for himself in the Jing Dynasty after entering the divine realm, but he couldn't find one, so he came to the Ning Dynasty. The host of Linghua Temple, Yu

Qingguan Taoist leader is known as the most promising master of the Shinto realm in the Ning Dynasty to cross the threshold of heaven and man."

"Two masters of the Shinto realm were defeated easily?" Chen Ji was puzzled: "Aren't we all in the Shinto realm? Why is Lu Yang more powerful?"

"Bullshit Shinto Realm, do you really think that the Divine Tao Realm is just cabbage all over the floor?" Old Yao shook his head: "The atmosphere was different at that time. Many people falsely reported their own realm in order to recruit disciples. There were many people who falsely reported their realm of strength in those days.

Any groom who comes out is in the realm of seeking the Tao, which is very watery. In fact, those two at Linghua Temple and Yuqing Temple are only in the realm of seeking the Tao."

"Ah? How dare you make a false report?"

Old man Yao lay on the bamboo chair and told an interesting story from that year: "When Lu Yang first entered the realm of Shintoism, he was young and vigorous. He heard that someone from the Demon Sect was about to touch the threshold of heaven and human beings, so he wanted to challenge him. The elders of the Martial Temple advised him not to go.

If they were defeated, the vitality of the Jing Dynasty would be damaged. But Lu Yang only left one sentence, 'I can go to the invaders,' and he went down the mountain to kill the Jing Dynasty Demon Sect for sixty years."

"Has he found the Demon Sect master?"

"Found it."

"Is the other party in the Shinto realm?"

Old Yao laughed out loud: "When Lu Yang Jiazi returned to the Martial Temple after being slain, someone in the Martial Temple also asked him this question, and he replied: 'The bandit is lying'."

Chen Ji: "...If I don't pretend like this, I won't be killed."

But old man Yao continued to say: "In those years, he not only killed the demon sect, but also challenged all the masters who claimed to be 'promising to be promoted to the divine realm' and 'promising to cross the threshold of heaven and man', so that in the past thirty years, there were basically no masters.

People dare to falsely report their level of strength. The word "Lu Yang" is like a big mountain pressing on the heads of the world's masters, unable to move or move."

Chen Ji was in awe. Isn't this a professional fighter against counterfeiting?

He wondered: "Is there no one in Ning Dynasty who can compete with him?"

"It is said that the apostle Taoist leader of Huangshan is capable. The two fought outside Chongli Pass for a month thirty years ago. After that, the apostle went back to recuperate and never went down to Huangshan again. Lu Yang stayed in seclusion for thirty years.

I have never left the martial arts temple."

"Lu Yang lost?"

"I didn't lose, but I didn't win either." Old Yao said with emotion: "I heard that the apostle went down the mountain a few days ago. I thought there would be another battle between the two..."

"Master, do you know Lu Yang? How do you know so clearly?" Chen Ji was confused.

Old Man Yao did not answer, but asked again: "Do you want to learn the sword technique? I advise you to give up. There is no precedent for the Lu family's sword technique. With Lu Yang's divine cultivation level, he can live for at least another hundred years. This kind of sword technique has the potential to touch the gods.

Those who are above the threshold will not accept disciples."

"He reached the realm of Shinto cultivation at the age of twenty-one. Why hasn't he crossed the next threshold when he was more than a hundred years old? Is it because there are other people practicing swordsmanship?" Chen Ji asked.

"That's right," Old Man Yao answered clearly: "Lu Yang once said that there should be someone else practicing swordsmanship with him in this world, so he has never been able to cross the last threshold. In the past few decades, the entire

Jing Chaodu was helping him find another person who practiced swordsmanship, but he never found him and didn't know where he was hiding.

Chen Ji thought to himself, if Lu Yang entered the innate realm at the age of twelve, how old would he be when he started to practice swordsmanship? Just based on the nearest star 'Proxima Centauri', how could it take the other party more than four years to reach the divine level?

Consciousness touches.

How did Lu Yang raise his sword?!

Chen Ji looked at Old Yao and asked simply: "Do you know what Lu Yang uses to raise his sword?"

Old Yao was surprised: "You even know how to raise a sword. Did the boy in the cloth shop tell you that?"

"……Um!"

Old Yao thought for a moment: "It's not a secret. There is the North Sea to the north of Jing Dynasty, which is vast and vast. Lu Yang uses the huge North Sea to support his sword, and he should be the best in the world."

Chen Ji: Huh?

Using the vast North Sea to raise a sword?

Not using stars?

Why is this different from the type of sword I cultivated? Did Master Xuanyuan say something?

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Beside the almond tree.

Old Man Yao was wearing a baggy cloth coat and black cloth shoes. He stroked his beard and glanced sideways at Chen Ji: "Don't be too ambitious. The tiger's path is not worse than that of practicing swordsmanship. It's just that it's more difficult to practice. You'll understand in the future."

Chen Ji understood that if he wanted to cultivate the tiger's path to the level of Shinto, he would probably have to kill half of the Ning Dynasty officials. It would be really difficult...

But whether you can practice swordsmanship or not, you have to try it to know.

Chen Ji quietly looked at Old Man Yao. Do you want to practice secretly without telling the master? It seems that there is no need to hide it. If the other party wanted to harm him, he would have died ten or eight times.

He tried: "Master, if there is a chance...I mean if, if I can practice sword cultivation, will you be angry?"

Old Man Yao joked: "If, I mean if, if you can practice the sword, then you can practice it. If you practice the sword, you can kill officials and princes, and you can practice the tiger's way faster!"

The next moment, Chen Ji ignored the surprised looks of Old Man Yao and Crow Crow and used the method taught by Xuanyuan to gently cut the center of his eyebrow with a short knife.

A drop of blood seeped out from the center of his eyebrows and slowly slid down. Chen Ji wiped the drop of blood upwards with his right thumb. This swipe added a touch of bright red to his eyebrows.

It's like opening a third eye!

Chen Ji sat cross-legged under the apricot tree, pinching the root of the ring finger of his left hand with his bloody right thumb and index finger, and pinching the tip of his middle finger with his left thumb.

Old Yao stood up from the bamboo chair in a hurry, and was inexplicably surprised: Isn't this the Taoist Ziwu Jue?

The root of the ring finger is "Zi", the tip of the middle finger is "Wu", and the hands are folded in front of the body. This is indeed the Ziwu formula used by Taoists to salute with raised hands, exactly the same.

It's strange, where did this kid Chen Ji learn this?

However, Chen Ji ignored Old Yao's surprise. When the Ziwu Jue was completed, he felt as if he had seen "the world" through the wound between his eyebrows.

But this world is different from the normal world. There is only a vast sea of ​​stars, boundless.

Sirius, Tianshu, Yuheng, Rigel, Orion, Fomalhaut...the stars are shining brightly!

But Chen Ji didn't look at them, but fixed his gaze firmly on the nearest sun.

The next moment, he flew up lightly, flying towards the sky like a fugue.

When Chen Ji lowered his head, he saw himself sitting cross-legged under the apricot tree in the small courtyard of Taiping Medical Center. Uncle Crow tilted his head and looked at him curiously, jumping back and forth among the branches, constantly changing.

Angle observation.

Old Yao was pacing around him, his eyes as wide as bells.

In front of the breakfast shop opposite the medical center, a waiter was unloading the door panel; on the bluestone road of Anxi Street, an old man carrying dry firewood was hurriedly walking, and the pole swayed rhythmically up and down on his shoulders.

Looking further into the distance, Chen Ji even saw dark clouds crouching on the roof of the cloth shop, and a tabby cat crouching opposite. They didn't know what they were talking about, and they seemed to be swearing.

The civet cat rushed towards Wu Yun, and Wu Yun pushed the civet cat to the ground, balled up its claws, and hit the civet cat on the head with a 'bang bang'...

Chen Ji had never had such an experience before, as if he no longer belonged to this world, and as if the world already belonged to him.

I don't know why, all the gloomy energy that had been accumulated for a long time because of the Cloud Sheep, the White Rabbit, the Golden Pig, and the Sicao were all wiped out.

Chen Ji couldn't help but want to shout loudly, but no sound came out.

He wanted to fly to other places, but he couldn't control it at all. He could only be pulled by the sun little by little.

Chen Ji suddenly turned around and flew towards the rising sun at an extremely fast speed. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it didn't seem like long before he crossed the far distance and came to the side of the blazing sun.

There was no burning sensation, and the bursting and churning flames in front of him had no effect on his "spiritual consciousness". He could not feel the change in temperature.

Chen Ji gently stretched out a finger and touched the rolling 'lava' of the sun.

In an instant, he began to fall rapidly downwards, and the fingertips that touched the sun returned to his body with a red fiery thread from the center of his eyebrows!

Everything returned to normal, and Chen Ji felt the wind and heard the sound again.

He felt that he had established a wonderful connection with the sun, and there was a steady stream of heat converging on him from the pulled back horse.

The sixteen furnace fires inside the body are burning brightly, seeming to echo the warmth brought by the sun.

An invisible but sharp energy traveled through his meridians and blood, like a small sword.

It turns out this is the type of sword!

It turns out that this is the sword energy that can cut off the injustice in your heart!

Chen Ji opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe away the wound between his eyebrows. The wound healed instantly without leaving any trace.

Old man Yao kept exclaiming next to him: "You? You? You!"
Chapter completed!