On the third day, Yun Zhi and Qi Lingshu fought, and they lost completely. Qi Lingshu was promoted to the top of the list of swordsmen, and no one could face his sharp edge. Qi Yin looked at it from a distance for a while, and the sword light on the sword-wiping platform was like snow falling from the sky. The man stood still in the sword light, dressed in white as awe-inspiring as frost and snow.
When looking at this guy, Qi Yin's heart is always very complicated, and it is not clear whether it is envy or something else. Everyone told him that Qi Lingshu inherited Qi Shenwei's mantle, and he was similar to Qi Shenwei in both swordsmanship and personality. He is Qi Shenwei's only disciple, his teacher is like a father, and his disciple is like a son. Qi Yin lowered his head, kicked the stone beside his feet, and saw his own shadow on the marble shadow wall.
Some people tsk tsk admiring beside him: "Sure enough, he is the direct disciple of Elder Qi. With such a demeanor, he is simply better than the blue!"
"That's right, why don't you say that the little uncle is not the relative of the elder Qi? That Qi Yin is so common in the market. Compared with the little uncle, he is like the sky and the ground!"
Figures passed by in a mess, Qi Yin looked at the tall and straight silhouette on the stage, and suddenly felt like a low-quality fake, stepping on the soles of his feet and shattering into pieces. As the snow fell, the man on the stage moved suddenly, turned his face slightly, and looked in his direction. The two of them almost looked at each other, Qi Yin seemed to have been burned by the fire, hurriedly looked away, turned around and walked away with his sleeves on.
Too embarrassed, Qi Yin spurned herself while walking. But he didn't dare to look back. He didn't know if it was being self-indulgent or what. He always felt that the snow-cold guy was watching his back.
On the second day, the snow stopped, and there was no way to teach. Noon was Yuan Yin's Taoism class, and the disciples of Feng Huanshan entered the preaching hall with their books in their hands, occupying the last row. The other Immortal Sect disciples were thirsty for knowledge, so they all sat forward. Qi Yin had sharp eyes and saw Zhao Ran and the others in the first seat of the front row.
Among the ignorant and incompetent disciples of Feng Huanshan, Du Qiyin was a clear streamer. To be honest, he still wanted to learn something.
As usual, Fu Lan found a position at the back and by the window, probably because it was easier to be in a daze. The black cat came, too, strutting into Fu Lan's arms, and the girls immediately gathered around, reaching out to touch the black cat's shiny fur. Touching and touching, Fu Lan got closer and closer, Fu Lan was a little dazed sitting among the girls, and unconsciously looked at Qi Yin.
The girls asked softly, "Xiao Langjun, is this your cat?"
Fu Lan nodded blankly.
A little white face with a cat is popular with girls wherever he goes, even if this guy just knocked out a cute little junior sister the day before yesterday. There are no mistakes in handsome people, and mistakes are also the fault of others. Sure enough, Qi Yin soon heard someone explain to him, "It's all the gangsters from Feng Huanshan who taught him. Our brother Lan is so innocent, how could he intentionally bully the younger sister?"
Even Xin Xiao said with a blushing face, "Big Brother Ri Lan stood in front of my house for an afternoon in order to apologize and turned into a snowman. As soon as I pushed the door, I was stunned to see his appearance."
A girl smiled and pushed her, "Do you think Brother Lan likes you?"
"Senior sister! Don't talk nonsense!"
Qi Yin was speechless, he was the one who clearly established himself as a snowman.
But he was obviously ignored by everyone. The girls quickly restored the story of Fu Lan accidentally hurting the cute little junior sister under the instigation of the evil senior brother Feng Huanshan, and then suddenly realized the story of waiting in front of the junior sister's door. Fu Lan was surrounded by a group, and the girl in the back was occupied by the girl. Yun Zhi and a few of them were forced to come to the front. At the same time, Fu Lan also received jealous or envious eyes from other Xianmen senior brothers, and many people secretly made up their minds that they must also raise a fat cat when they go back this time.
Yuan Yin was long overdue. He was a thin little old man, most of his head was bald, and the few remaining white hair could be tied into a small bun. The wrinkles on his face are vertical and horizontal, a gold silk glass mirror is placed on the bridge of his nose, he is dressed in cotton cloth and white clothes, and he carries a heavy white jade box on his right hand, which is knocked on the black lacquer case with a dull sound.
Yuan Yin swept his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "I know, you bastards will fall asleep when you hear the scriptures. You have read enough scriptures on your own mountain, the old man will not bother you, lest you not I've come all the way to get a good night's sleep. Today, the old man will say something you want to hear."
Everyone looked at each other. Yuan Yin flexed his fingers, tapped the jade letter, and asked, "Does anyone know what this is?"
"Eight Treasures White Jade Box." Someone said.
"What's the use?"
"Seal the spirits." It was Liu Bai who answered first.
"That's right," Yuan Yin picked up the jade letter and walked down the hall, "The monkeys get out of the way."
Everyone gave way, Yuan Yin put the jade letter on the small case in the center, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the tightly closed jade letter without blinking. Yuan Yin drew a complicated talisman, the blue light suddenly appeared, the jade letter opened slowly in all directions, and the milky white mist emanated from it. Qi Yin touched the mist secretly, it was warm, like his fingers.
The white fog dissipated, and everyone finally saw what was inside. It was a bloody heart, smooth and shiny, the size of the fists of two grown men. It was even throbbing, and with a breath, the throbbing sound was as deep as a drum. Everyone was stunned, Yuan Yin motioned for his disciples to get closer to watch. They were so close, Qi Yin could even see the fine folds and wrinkles on the heart, as well as the thick blood vessels that had been severed.
"This is the heart of a nine-headed bird. We also call it the Guhuo bird. You see, its heart is bigger than its head." Yuan Yin said.
Qi Yin was so shocked that he subconsciously turned to look at Fu Lan and the black cat. Fu Lan sat in the middle of the empty seat with a light expression. There was no expression in the black cat's green eyes, and he couldn't tell what it was.
"Sir, this... is this cut out of the demon's body?" Qi Yin asked.
"The old man knows what you want to say," Yuan Yin smiled while stroking his white beard, "monks should be compassionate, so why do you cut out demons for hearts? But children, demons are our natural enemies. If we want to defeat them, we must understand They. Thirty years ago, this Guhuo bird ran rampant on the banks of the Xiangshui River and cut open the chests and intestines of more than ten children. Children, we and the demon are enemies after all."
Qi Yin didn't say anything else, Yuan Yin continued: "Look carefully, although the hearts of different monsters are slightly different, in general, their hearts are much larger than ours. You should all know that the monsters will not die if they don't kill their hearts. The lifeline of their life and death is in the heart. The heart of the demon not only gives them a powerful self-healing ability, but also gives them a long lifespan. According to our observations, the lifespan of ordinary demons can be as long as five hundred years. Up to 800 years. The monster who has lived the longest now is the Saibei Wolf King in the enchantment of Fenghuanshanjingtian."
"What about Fulan? How long has he lived?" someone asked.
Yuan Yin was angry when he thought of that fellow, and hummed: "That wicked animal won't enter the oil and salt, and won't answer any questions. But according to the old man's speculation, it has at least two hundred years of Taoism." He paused and said again. , "The Jiugai demons lived longer than the demons. However, monsters are difficult to hunt. After Fulan sealed Jiugai, the monsters lost the channel to sneak into the southern border and the human world, so we have not yet obtained the heart of the monsters. But their hearts must be stronger than demons."
Everyone was talking and nodded in agreement. Yuan Yin looked at the jade letter and sighed: "Perhaps the revitalization of human Taoism will give birth to the mystery of mortal longevity."
"Sir." Zhaoming raised his hand.
Qi Yin looked at him familiar, and after a while, he remembered that it was the Wufangshan disciple who scolded his mother.
Yuan Yin nodded to him.
Zhao Ming said: "It is said that Nuwa created humans from earth. Although we are mortals, we are after gods. Why is our lifespan far inferior to that of demons?"
Yuan Yin laughed twice and said, "Zhaoming, since you said 'everything', may I ask who said it?"
Zhaoming was stunned for a moment and said, "Ancient books and classics..."
"You are a disciple of Lingxi, right? Have you read the old man's Taoism "Yuanshen"?" Yuan Yin closed the jade letter and returned to the hall, "The ancient books and classics were written by ancient mortals, how do you know what they said? Is it a fact? An old imagination, passed down for thousands of years, turned into truth. Put a few clay statues in a temple, and after a thousand years, it will become a miracle. Children, there is no god in this world."
Everyone nodded. The article "Yuan Shen" was widely circulated. Zhaoming felt that he didn't work hard to make a fool of himself, and his face blushed in an instant.
Huang Cangcang's sunlight shone through the Qian screen window, Yuan Yin saw that it was almost time, and said, "I'm here in today's class, everyone will go back and write a Taoism titled "The Examination and Identification of Shemales", which will be presented tomorrow. Although the old man I know it's a waste of paper to have you write, but it's always good to think more and learn more."
Everyone was complaining all of a sudden, Qi Yin was still stunned, Feng Huanshan never let them write Taoism, he didn't even know the format. The next class is Ye Kuzun's spell class. In Canglang Pavilion, you have to cross the rockery and go through two courtyards to get there. There was no time to ask, so they packed up their books, Qi Yin pulled Fu Lan, hugged the black cat, followed Yun Zhi and hurried out.
The black cat was indignant, "You mortals are so disgusting, you cut people's hearts out and put them there, and rush the old man tomorrow to eat them all."
"Master Cat, don't mess around," Qi Yin said, "Yunzhi, tell me how to write a comment? Don't you have a trick?"
Yunzhi stepped on the sword and floated in front of him, raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard the words, and said: "The secret is divided into three points. First, find chapters and excerpts. "Southern Xinjiang Chronicles" and "Legends of Group Demons", find the words in them and write them down. Second, change the face. You change the useful words and write them in your own words. Third, sign your name." Yun Zhi Spreading his hands, "Everything will be fine."
Qi Yin almost vomited blood, "Isn't this motherfucking copy?"
"Don't worry, the old man thinks what we write is garbage, and he doesn't read our articles at all," Yun knows, "Look at how calm your brother is."
Qi Yin asked Fu Lan, "Brother, do you have any ideas, how do you plan to write?"
"It's boring, don't write." Fu Lan said.
"..." Qi Yin was speechless, Fu Lan, a dead pig, was not afraid of boiling water, anyway, he would sweep the floor if he was punished, and he was quite happy. In the examination of shemales, he glanced at the black cat. He had two eyes, one nose and one mouth. He could talk and eat. How was he different from them? Oh yes, Cat Lord has six nai heads, and mortals only have two, but writing this to Yuan Yin may be mad at the scene.
Qi Yin scratched his head as he walked, and said, "Sir, if you don't read our article, who will approve?"
Yun Zhi smiled at him and said, "Qi Lingshu."
Before Qi Yin could be shocked, he had already arrived at Canglang Pavilion before speaking. Everyone took their seats. Qi Yin wanted to sit forward, but he glanced at it. At the front was a man in white, with his shoulders straight and straight, like a pine tree that would not bend. The guy sat there, like an iceberg, the temperature dropped sharply within a few feet. Everyone tacitly stayed away from him, leaving an open space around. But there are still many girls who are slamming the deer in their chests, and they can't stop peeking at Qi Lingshu, worrying in their hearts, whether to choose Brother Lan or Uncle Xiao
Qi Yin turned around and returned to Fu Lan's side.
"Why is he here? Isn't he Wufangshan's little uncle, why is he still listening?" Qi Yin asked in a low voice.
Liu Bai, who was in front of him, leaned back and said, "The spell is taught by Ye Kuan, and he has never learned the secret spell."
Ye Kucan arrived on time, put a cage with a closed rabbit on the table, and slowly got into the seat. He was the only man in Wufang Mountain wearing a black robe. With the hood down, everyone took a deep breath. His face was dry and shriveled, and his charred skin was clinging to the bones like a thin skeleton. In the deep sockets, the eyes are like two clusters of ghost fires. If it wasn't for broad daylight, Qi Yin would have thought that some coffin had cheated the corpse.
"Why does it look like this?" Qi Yin asked in a low voice.
Yun Zhi covered his mouth and whispered: "I heard that it is because of hard work, his withered secret spell requires extreme hard work. Thirty years later, the practice will be completed."
Qi Yin clicked his tongue in amazement. People are more popular than dead people. If this old man knew that his brother was invincible in the world without freezing or burning fire, and he was so handsome, would he have passed him on the spot
"I'm your spell master," Ye Kucan opened his voice, his voice hoarse and terrifying, hissing like a snake letter, "I know you guys are here, you must really want to learn my dry spell secret spell. But I'm sorry. , My secret mantra is only granted to my disciples, if they want to practice, they must first worship me as a teacher."
Everyone already has a master, and changing the family is a taboo in Taoism, and there is a dejected voice from the audience.
"However," Ye Kucan smiled, and his wrinkled face seemed to be cracked, "I can show you a demonstration, so that you can enjoy your eyes."
Ye Kucan opened the iron cage, and with his dry claws grabbed the rabbit's ears and lifted the rabbit out. He stroked the bright fur of the rabbit, who blinked red eyes under his palm. Suddenly, blood splattered, and everyone was shocked. Ye Kucan actually used a dagger to pierce the rabbit's back. He pulled out the dagger, blood gurgled from the blood tank, and the table was covered with blood. The rabbit fell in a pool of blood, and the broken body shook.
A girl covered her eyes and burst into tears. There was chaos in the seat, only Qi Lingshu in front remained motionless.
Ye Kucan raised his eyes, and the twinkling pupils in his deep eye sockets flickered slightly. He opened his mouth, his voice was slow and clear, "Okay, children. This spell is called Su Sheng."
As soon as the words fell, the blood shook violently, surging back towards the dying rabbit. The rabbit trembled like a sieve, and the withered leaves pressed against it, with its heavy eyelids hanging down like toads, motionless. Everyone watched helplessly as the rabbit's wound became thinner and thinner, and finally became as small as a knuckle. Ye Kuzun took the gauze, wrapped the rabbit carefully, and put it back in the cage.
The audience was full of admiration, only Qi Yin and Yun Zhi were surprised.
Isn't this spell that Fu Lan used on Qi Yin! The blood flowed back, the wound shrank, and every spell performed exactly the same. Yun Zhi tilted his head to look at Fu Lan, his junior brother was silent, with no expression on his face. Sometimes this guy can't stay for a while, and sometimes it seems unfathomable. He feels that he can't figure out this guy a little bit. Only later did he know that this guy was just a little talkative and expressionless...
Qi Yin was also shocked. Yun Zhi said that Ye Kucan was a wild road in the deep mountains of unknown origin. Could it be that this old man has been to Bashan
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In the depths of the Binghai Tianyuan, Yuan Ji and Yuan Yin slowly sank with their hands behind their backs.
This is actually a huge lake, and for some reason the lake is deeply frozen all the year round. According to the records in "Zhongzhou Chronicle", Binghai Tianyuan looked like this thousands of years ago. Yuan Ji looked down, and the boundless dark blue enveloped him. The ice sea and the sky were very deep. They sank for a stick of incense at the speed of the sword, but they still did not reach the bottom of the lake. There was absolute silence in his ears, and enormous pressure shrouded his shoulders. If Yuan Yin was not by his side, he almost thought he had reached the kingdom of death.
The icy water wave suddenly had a slight temperature, and their feet finally stepped on the ground. Looking up, they could vaguely see the pale sky light shining through the ice surface and shining into the boundless dark blue lake.
"Junior brother, where is the thing you want me to see?" Yuan Yin asked.
Yuan Ji smiled slightly, "It's right at your feet."
Yuan Yin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that the touch of the soles of his feet was not right. If it were the bottom of a lake, there should be soft mud, but the soles of his feet were as hard as iron. He squatted down in surprise and reached out to touch the hard "ground". His hand was as cold and hard as pig iron, and it was as smooth as delicate white porcelain.
are scales.
"Didn't you find that it's not as cold as above?" Yuan Ji said.
That's right, Yuan Yin twisted his fingers. The temperature of Binghai Tianyuan was extremely low. If it wasn't for spiritual protection, anyone who fell into Tianyuan would freeze to death in an instant. According to common sense, the deeper you go, the colder it should be, but the temperature below is like cooled water.
Yuan Yin looked at Yuan Ji and released his consciousness.
Divine consciousness enveloped the bottom of the lake, and he finally saw what was under his feet.
dragon.
It's a train.
Its body is entrenched at the bottom of almost half of the ice sea, and its qiujie body is covered with fine black scales, reflecting an icy brilliance in the dark blue water waves. Yuan Yin turned around, the hot and long breath came towards him, the bubbles were steaming, and his jacket was rolled up by the turbulent water waves driven by the breath, and it moved wildly. Yuan Ji lit the lamp talisman, and the darkness subsided. He saw the ferocious giant dragon face sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, the two long dragon horns pointing at the dark dome, and the spear and halberd were as demonic and deadly.
"This is..." Yuan Yin murmured, "Nine Gai Demon Dragon."
"That's right," Yuan Ji said with admiration, "isn't it beautiful? Apart from the formation and the rotten secret spell, this is the third gift from the rotten elder to Wufang. Its name is Wei Shenglan, and it is very beautiful. Young, but five hundred years of Taoism, less than half of his father's. Fu Lan killed his father. Before Jiu Gai was sealed, he escaped from the southern border and hid in the depths of the South China Sea. If it hadn't been seriously injured and was dying, We can't bring it here either."
Yuan Yin stared at its closed eyes, "Did you cast a soul-soothing spell on it?"
"Of course, to be on the safe side, I also locked its tail with a black iron lock."
Yuan Yin shivered as he stroked the dragon's rugged face. This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a magnificent creature. Everyone in the world knows that mortals are the descendants of Nuwa, the favored sons of heaven. If they see this dragon, they will know that mortals are just tiny ants, light as dust under the feet of these so-called savage demons.
Yuan Yin said: "What method did the pig demon use to slaughter the dragon?"
Yuan Ji laughed lowly, the orange lights shrouded his face, and his smile mocked him for no reason in the half-darkness.
"Senior brother, do you also believe that the pig demon killed Wei Shengyuan?" Yuan Ji took out his saber from his sleeve, the cold sword light flashed, and the sharp sword pointed straight at the body of the dragon, and stabbed it outright.
Yuan Yin was startled, Fang wanted to shout "No", but saw the tip of the sword collided with the scales of the dragon, with a crisp sound, and sparks splattered. The long sword struck again, and the black iron dragon scales were still unscathed.
Yuan Ji took the sword and said, "Brother, do you know how Fu Lan killed the demon dragon? He took out the spine of the demon dragon and forged it into a magic knife on Yuanshan Mountain, and then used the magic knife to peel off the dragon scales. Forged into dragon scale armor, and finally hit its heart before the wound of the dragon healed, cut off its sternum and cast it into a dragon bone throne. What a cruel killing method, I heard that the blood of the dragon flowed down Yuanshan like lava that day. Screaming in the eternal night sky, the roar has been transmitted to the world, the people on the shore of Xiangshui thought it was thunder. My 'Chaosheng' is a spirit sword forged by Kunlun black iron, and I can't do anything about this dragon. The pig demon who speaks foul language has only two hundred years of Taoism, and Lingshu will arrest it with a single sword formation, where does it have the ability to strip bones and scales, and slaughter dragons?"
"You mean, it's not the real Fulan?"
"It's just a fake," Yuan Ji shook his head and said, "We should be glad we never met the real Fulan, he is a demon among demons, a demon among demons, a monster born from nature. The world mistakenly thinks this pig demon Even if it’s Fu Lan, it’s good for me to gain some fame for me, and it will help Lingshu establish its prestige and fame. In the future, if he is promoted to the swordsman elder, there won’t be much resistance.”
Yuan Yin nodded and said, "Your Chaosheng can't break the dragon scales, how do we get the heart?"
"No hurry," Yuan Ji said, "We haven't found the child named Qi yet, so what if the heart is taken? You can draw its meridian map for the time being, and explore the direction of its spiritual power and the distribution of its meridians. He picked up his hand and slowly floated up, "I'll go to find the old man who can't make up the divination again, and see if I can find out more fortune-telling. Qi's son, born in Ding You, is weak in age, just rely on these to find it, It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack…”
The author says:
Head of Wufang: Yuan Ji;
Taoist elders: Yuan Yin;
Elder Conjuration: Withered leaves;
Precept elders: Yuan Ku;
Feng Huan Sect Leader: Qing style (both bald and fat);
Elder Elixir: Qinghe (blind);
Precept elders: Qingming (colluded with Yunzhi to fight counterfeiting).