When Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao woke up again, they were already on a grassy field.

Zhou Qingmu opened his eyes in a daze and sat up on the grass. On one side of him was the bloodstained Immortal Burial Sword, and on the other side was Yang Zhao whose Taoist robe was stained with blood.

Zhou Qingmu vaguely seemed to remember that he rushed into the black-feathered blood eagles, and then crushed the fire talisman given by Yang Zhao when he was seriously injured. His memory after that was very blurry.

.I just remember that in the end I seemed to be lying on a stone slab, and in my eyes was a vaguely middle-aged man with a strange face.

But it seems that I have come out of that ghost place?

Zhou Qingmu checked his body and found that his injuries had almost recovered. But now his clothes were torn in an unsightly way, with tatters everywhere. If he didn't know that he had gone through a big battle, he might have

Others would think he was a beggar when they saw him. But what made Zhou Qingmu feel a little strange was that his bones and body seemed to be lifted up a bit. Although he looked so miserable, Zhou Qingmu only felt that there was more weight all over his body.

Endless strength.

This is the beauty of improving the cultivation level of the Bone Building Realm. It is similar to the path of a martial artist who uses force to prove the Tao, and will temper his body from time to time. However, cultivators like Zhou Qingmu or Yang Zhao, in terms of tempering their bodies,

In fact, as long as it does not hold back, it is enough to support this level of cultivation. It is far inferior to the warriors who pursue the ultimate strength. They regard their body as a fairy sword, and they are always tempering and polishing it tirelessly. But there are also

The advantage is that in the same realm, a true martial artist will be much stronger than an ordinary monk. Even if he does not possess any extraordinary skills and magical powers, he will still be able to fight against a monk whose realm is higher than his own.

You will be much more handy. Among the three religions in today's world, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, Buddhist monks pay special attention to the physical body. It is said that there are some Vajra Buddhas who have cultivated the invincible body of Vajra. You can hold whatever spiritual weapon or fairy weapon you want.

Can't be broken!

But this is only the way that Buddhist monks and warriors who use their strength to prove the Tao pay more attention to the physical body. Taoist monks seek to become immortals and ascend, and what they practice is to live in a state of obedience. In their eyes, any physical body will rot and decay sooner or later. Scholars who are Confucian disciples are more

Needless to say, what they cultivate is the awe-inspiring righteousness of "a gentleman carries his wealth with virtue", and they value intangible things such as "spirit, energy, and spirit" more than the tangible body such as "muscles, bones, and flesh."

At this time, Zhou Qingmu stretched his arms and pushed the body of the young man in Taoist robes beside him. Seeing that there was no response, Zhou Qingmu stretched out his hand to feel the Qi of the young man in Taoist robes. Fortunately, the Qi in Yang Zhao's body was smooth, and there was a faint improvement.

The trend on the first floor. It’s just that Yang Zhao has not fully recovered from his injuries at this time, and may have fallen into a deep sleep for a while.

Zhou Qingmu whipped Yang Zhao's body violently again, and kept shouting: "Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao, wake up quickly."

Perhaps it was because the young man's hand was a little stronger, so Yang Zhao turned over, closed his eyes and said, "What are you doing? I'm going to be exhausted now. Let me sleep a little longer."

Zhou Qingmu felt helpless listening to Yang Zhao's thunderous snoring as he fell asleep.

Zhou Qingmu simply stopped disturbing him, grabbed the Immortal Burial Sword on the ground, stood up, tore off a piece of his tattered clothes, and wiped the blood from the sword's body.

So the young man stood on the grass and practiced his sword.

Zhou Qingmu handed out sword after sword, trying hard to find the state when he killed the man in red with his sword and resisted the giant hand of the golden Buddha. Whenever the young man entered that state, his sword energy and sword intention seemed to have been enlightened by an expert.

Generally speaking, the understanding of kendo will also increase naturally.

It's a pity that it's not ideal. It seems that that state only appears at that critical moment.

Zhou Qingmu only learned a rough outline of the sword moves on the first page of the True Solution to the Sword, and did not continue to practice. Ye Jing'an once told him when the two were chatting, not to step into the Lingfu realm.

Practice the moves after this. And the young man must feel in his heart that he has mastered the sword moves before he can continue to practice the next moves. Otherwise, even if he enters the Lingfu realm, he cannot go there easily.

Cultivation. Zhou Qingmu didn’t quite understand why Mr. Ye and his master Li Qiubai told him to practice sword fighting skills before. After experiencing several cross-border fights with people, he now vaguely understands. Written by Li Qiubai, Yu Jian

The sword moves in the true solution are by no means ordinary. Perhaps the young man's ability to unleash unprecedented sword intent and state in times of crisis may be closely related to these.

Therefore, now the young man does not dare to neglect the practice of sword moves and sword moves. Moreover, when the young man is practicing swordsmanship, he finds that he has become more and more familiar with these sword moves and sword moves. After using the power and power of the sword Qi Heng Qingqiu,

His momentum also increased a lot. After Zhou Qingmu experienced several fierce battles, he gradually became proficient in the use of the Immortal Burial Sword. Sometimes, people looked a bit like a master with superb swordsmanship. Of course, Zhou Qingmu knew it.

I know very well that I just look like this, but in fact it is not a complete mess.

Zhou Qingmu's practice of the Yuan-Destroying Palm seemed to have always had a layer of shackles. Although now that Zhou Qingmu entered the bone-building realm, the young man experienced firsthand that the power of the Yuan-Destroying Palm and the energy consumption have greatly improved. The reason for this is naturally due to the

The young man's current physical strength is closely related to the enhancement. Of course Zhou Qingmu didn't know that the creator of this Yuan Destroying Palm was a real existence standing on the top of Wufu Mountain, and this palm technique was also a pure martial arts magical power. So Zhou Qingmu practiced Qi

As the Zhenqi cultivation in the realm became more and more advanced, the power of the palm technique did not improve much. On the contrary, it was after entering the bone-building realm that the changes became obvious. But the young man knew in his heart that the shackles existed in his use of this palm technique.

In the cultivation of supernatural powers, it is not something that can be solved by blindly practicing.

So whenever he thinks about this, Zhou Qingmu always thinks that if Mr. Ye is here, he will definitely be able to solve his doubts!

It was not until the scorching sun was shining that the coldness of autumn, which was about to enter winter, was gone. The young man wiped the sweat from his head, stuck his sword on the ground, and sat on the grass to rest.

At this time, the young man in Taoist robes who had fallen asleep opened his eyes, sat up and stretched.

Yang Zhao rubbed his groggy eyes, and then realized that he was already in a piece of grass. He jumped up from the ground, opened his arms, and laughed wildly: "I fucking came out of that damn place alive! Sure enough, I made it out of that damn place alive."

Even God wouldn’t dare take my life!”

At this time, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened for a moment, and a thunderstorm flashed across the sky.

Yang Zhao's smile suddenly froze: "I'm wrong, you are the master, you are the master!"

At this time, the ever-changing sky became clear again.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu couldn't help but exclaimed: "Yang Zhao, is there really a God in this world? Can I still hear you talking? In my hometown, people often scold God when they disagree, but God has never responded."

Yang Zhao sat down again, looked at the scorching sky, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You know, God likes to play tricks on people sometimes. Well...especially on those of us who set foot on the fairyland.

People on the way!"

Zhou Qingmu was thoughtful, and then said: "Then you have to be careful what you say from now on. Being struck by lightning will hurt you to death."

Yang Zhao smiled when he heard this and said a joke: "What? You have been struck by lightning!"

Zhou Qingmu just smiled back, with an imperceptible bitterness and no words.

Yang Zhao looked at his blood-stained clothes, then suddenly remembered, patted his head and said: "Zhou Qingmu, how did we get out of that ghost place?"

Zhou Qingmu frowned, shook his head, and said: "I don't know, I was here as soon as I woke up. I thought you found a way out after I was unconscious and brought me out."

"At the end of the stone room was an empty room with a coffin, and there was no way out. I also lost consciousness later on, and I don't know how I got out. Oh, by the way, apart from a coffin, there were only bones everywhere.

It's over." Yang Zhao tugged at his blood-stained clothes and continued.

Zhou Qingmu probably thought about the scene inside the stone chamber, then suddenly thought of a question, and asked: "How did you repel those group of black-feathered blood eagles?"

Repelling instead of injuring, Zhou Qingmu did not expect that Yang Zhao would exhaust all his energy and fight with all his strength, killing all the black-feathered blood eagles.

Yang Zhao pretended to be arrogant, enjoying the feeling of the breeze blowing on his face, and grinned: "Of course I am a genius, young master. Without you as a hindrance, I killed all the black-feathered blood eagles alone. Those

This seemingly ferocious black-feathered blood eagle is not worth mentioning in front of me!"

The young man in Taoist robes did not blame Zhou Qingmu for his nearly fatal behavior, he just said it as a joke.

Zhou Qingmu looked at the young man next to him and thought of Yang Zhao's previous statement that he "lost consciousness later on". He suddenly smiled and stopped talking.

"We're out anyway, why are we thinking so much? We have to live well next." Yang Zhao suddenly became a little cheerful. He put his hands on the ground and looked up at the blue sky.

After the two of them rested for a while, Yang Zhao stood up, took off his Taoist robe, and took out a small gray bag that he had been carrying around his waist.

I saw Yang Zhao condensing some Qi on his fingertips and reaching into the bag. Then, a scene that shocked Zhou Qingmu appeared. Yang Zhao actually took out a set of clothes from the small bag.

Zhou Qingmu's eyes showed shock, and he subconsciously said: "Yang Zhao, what kind of magic weapon is this bag of yours? Can it hold clothes several times larger than the bag?"

Yang Zhao didn't care at all. He threw the clothes he took out to Zhou Qingmu and said, "This is just an ordinary storage bag, not a high-level magic weapon. People like us who are always walking around the world can't

Just carry your luggage with you all the time, it’s too immodest! So, this is almost a must-have.”

Hearing this, the corner of Zhou Qingmu's mouth twitched. You, Yang Zhao, the number one person who often likes to touch his crotch, also care about image and style?

Zhou Qingmu took the clothes, became a little more confused, and asked: "This kind of bag should be expensive, right? I left home in such a hurry this time that I almost didn't bring anything with me. Even if I got some precious things later,

I also carry it with me. I think if I have the opportunity to return to my hometown later, or if I buy something that is inconvenient to carry along the way, I might as well take it with me on the road."

Yang Zhao took out another set of clothes from the storage bag, then put the storage bag on his waist and said: "This kind of storage bag should not be expensive, I have never bought it. This storage bag is for me before I leave."

I took it at home at that time. It was used to store some personal clothes. I thought that when I was traveling in the rivers and lakes, I would fight with others. After the clothes were damaged, it would be convenient to change them. If you like it, I will give it to you after the journey is over.

Bar."

"You should change your clothes quickly. You look even more embarrassed than me now!" Yang Zhao paused again and continued.

Zhou Qingmu waved his hand, stood up, and said: "Then you should keep it for yourself. If there is a chance in the future, I will buy one myself!"

Yang Zhao smiled when he heard this, stopped answering, and started to change his clothes.

Zhou Qingmu no longer hesitated and began to change clothes.

There is not much difference in stature between Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao, so the clothes Yang Zhao gave him were quite suitable. But when Zhou Qingmu changed into them, he suddenly discovered that the clothes were exactly the same as those worn by Yang Zhao, with red embroidery.

Taoist robe.

Autumn came very early in the world, and the sun was shining just right. Two young men wearing the same robes walked forward side by side.

Looking from a distance, they look like two fellow disciples from a certain Immortal Sect.
Chapter completed!