Sword twenty-three!

It seemed like just a sword technique, but Yan Xiake's heart had thousands of sword intents, thousands of sword techniques, and various essences flowed, making him feel endless insights.

In a trance, I seemed to see the life of a peerless swordsman.

On the banks of the Blushui Lake, the Divine Sword 23.

"Such a sword technique, such a sword technique..."

Yan Xiake's heart was shocked, and he felt that this sword was incredibly in line with him.

He became a monk and studied Taoism halfway through. Although he was a sword cultivator, the sword he held was the sword of a knight in the world, not the flying sword of an ordinary sword cultivator.

In the Emperor Heaven, sword cultivators only have a sharp edge but no handle, because sword cultivators do not need to hold the sword at all. After receiving the talisman, they have already thought of killing people a hundred steps away, and their natal achievements are even more like killing people for ten miles.

After being trained by the Earth Demon Tiangang, the sword technique can transform into magical powers and kill enemies thousands of miles away with one sword.

Where is the need for handheld and where is the need for sword hilt?

However, he became a monk halfway through the journey, and he had no teacher. The Ten Thousand Swords he learned were only the lowest level of Taoist sutras. After he was able to obtain the talisman, he could no longer change it.

Therefore, even though he had already reached the point of warmth, he might not have been able to compete with the orthodox sword cultivator's realm.

But at this moment, he felt moved.

This sword technique is too suitable for him.

"Xie Zhenren passed the sword!"

After a moment of trance, Yan Xiake was secretly grateful in her heart.

An Qisheng first saved his life and taught this sword technique. He always paid for his grudges, but he was afraid that such a person would be owed for a lifetime.

.........

In the courthouse, Sa Wuling sometimes bit his pen in boredom, and sometimes he wrote quickly. When he was tired of writing, he looked at the troubles of the scholars around him.

The exam took several days, and there were many people with loose muscles and bones among these literati, so they naturally suffered great suffering.

"I won't cheat for you. Whether you succeed or not, it's your own business. Killing or not that old emperor has nothing to do with me."

Mulong City and Sa Wuling were communicating:

"Practicing literature and martial arts is all about practicing. Your spiritual practice is average. It is naturally beneficial to learn more. However, practicing literature is not about judging words, but understanding the spirit in the words..."

Unlike the initial barely forced, as he deduced the Tai Chi Induction Chapter, the more he was afraid of An Qisheng, he changed his mind.

At this time, all his imagination and ambitions can only be realized through Sa Wuling.

He really wanted to shape this old Taoist priest.

But he won't do everything step by step.

Sa Wuling gritted his teeth and no longer begged. He was also a dead person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to seek immortals and seek Taoism for decades, and to save others and attend funerals.

Immediately, I buried my head and wrote quickly.

If you write it right or wrong, or not, you have to write it full. What does it look like if you write it in a blank space?

The imperial examination usually takes three days, and there is an additional teaching test or even seven days.

But no matter three or seven days, this time is too short.

It is also extremely difficult for Yan Xiake to learn Sword Twenty-Three in such a short time.

Therefore, in the next few days, he practiced this sword technique without leaving his home and never stopped.

The more you practice, the more shocked Yan Xiake will be.

This sword technique initially seemed to be a martial art in the mortal world, but the core inside was "god". It was important to use the god to control the sword, focusing on intention rather than moves, and focusing on momentum rather than form.

Although he has obtained the inheritance of his divine will, it is probably not possible to truly learn it for ten or eight years.

But he was not thinking about really mastering it at this time.

I just want to use this sword.

He understood that he had only one chance, and after the last assassination, the old emperor would definitely be more alert.

With one sword, he must be killed.

At that time, the turmoil of the dragon energy country's fortune will allow the suppressed old city god to escape from the trap!

Some things cannot be compromised, delayed, and cannot go back tomorrow.

Even though he knew that if he had waited for ten or eight years and had a complete mastery of this sword technique, he would have a greater chance and greater confidence, he decided to take action as planned.

If you have to wait for everything to be fully confident, then there is nothing in the world that can be accomplished!

In the dim little room of the inn, Yan Xiake was brewing his own sword intent in his heart:

"Sword Twenty-three..."

.........

With the coming of the All-Mart Conference, countless people come to Qingdu City every day.

No, the city gate troops dispatched several additional personnel.

Even so, the soldiers guarding the city were so busy that they could not even charge the entry fee.

Hurry ~

The crisp sound of copper coins entering the basket rang out.

Two young Taoist priests, one old and one young, followed the crowd through the long city gate hole and entered the Qingdu City.

The old Taoist priest's robe was gray, just like his hair and beard, his hands were empty, and he looked poor and sad.

The little Taoist priest was dark and a little chubby, carrying a banner with eight big words written on the letter "Heaven and Earth have spirits, and there is Tao in the world."

The spacious avenue is paved with bluestone, which is enough for eight horses to walk side by side, and the towering buildings on both sides extend to the end of their sight.

At this time, the genius was just dawning, but there were already a lot of people on the street.

There are many hawking sounds, and the aroma of food fills the ears and noses.

"Is this Qingdu City? It's so prosperous. Even the cost of entering the city is too expensive, and there are eighteen copper coins!"

The low little Taoist priest was carrying a banner that was not big or small. He was a little tired, but now he saw the prosperity of Qingdu City and forgot about it for a while.

"The situation of the Thousand-Year Dynasty is not surprising, but unfortunately, it has become soaring."

The old Taoist priest also looked at it and sighed with a complicated expression:

“What a pity, what a pity…”

Although the two of them looked the same direction, they saw different things.

The little Taoist priest saw the crowds of people and the bustling noisy.

What the old Taoist priest saw was the dragon of luck lying across the fields, but it showed fatigue. The originally red and golden body was stained with a layer of dull blood red.

"How could it be when it is prosperous and declining?"

The little Taoist priest rubbed his shoulders and lowered the flag.

Puff~

When the seemingly wooden flagpole was put down, it poked through the thick bluestone slab. The little Taoist was startled and pulled it out quickly.

"Be careful."

The old Taoist priest glared at him: "You can't afford to break other people's things. We have only a hundred copper coins on us now!"

"oh."

The little Taoist smiled embarrassedly, and was a little angry:

"Master, you are also a Taoist priest. Look at how brilliant and grand the other God-in-Caiyi Sect is! You are saying that our "Human Tao" has a long history, why are we so depressed?"

Smelling the faint fragrance from the air, the little Taoist priest swallowed a little.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist priest glared at the disciple with a dark face, and sighed in his heart as he looked at the disciple's aggrieved look.

His name is Liansheng. The little Taoist priest is his disciple. Jingxin is the only two remaining people in the world today.

The Tao on earth is the Taoist priest left by the Underworld. It should be very glorious now.

Unfortunately, the purpose of the founding school of the human world is to protect the human world. The city gods are the light and they are the dark, and there is no chance to show their saints in front of others.

But if it were just like this, they wouldn't have been so miserable.

The turning point also happened after the disappearance of the Netherworld Lord.

The inheritance of the human Tao is different from all the practice sects in the world. The difference is that the secret magic tricks passed on by the human Tao are.

Please ask for the great Dharma.

As the name suggests, their existence is rooted in the Netherworld Lord and the ghosts and gods of the Netherworld.

From the little ghost city god to the Eight Kings of the Netherworld, they can borrow their power.
To be continued...