Days passed, and Mu Xiyuan had been living in Tianji Peak for three months. Winter comes and spring comes, the grass grows and warblers fly, plum blossoms fall from the branches, and the plum leaves are already lush in a blink of an eye. The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are blooming brilliantly, and the disciples on the mountain are still laughing.
Since the breakthrough of meditation on New Year's Eve, Mu Xiyuan's swordsmanship has also made great progress. In the past three months, he has practiced hard day and night, and the sword qi has been able to operate freely. It is as real. In the sea of knowledge, spiritual power gradually gathers, and the meridians are also greatly expanded. According to the experience of fifty years ago, breaking through the sword qi realm and entering the sword intent should not be far away.
But I always felt that my practice was hindered and I couldn't make progress.
On this day, after practicing swordsmanship, he returned to the disciple's house to meditate. After a while, he felt that there was movement in his meridians, and he was busy urging his inner breath to gather the spiritual energy of his body. The aura is running faster and faster, and there is a faint like a breakthrough. Mu Xiyun took a deep breath and urged her spirit into the sea. The spiritual energy is constantly circling in the sea of consciousness, but the body does not feel as comfortable as it should, instead it feels as stiff as a stone. Suddenly, Mu Xiyun's body shook violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ge Liang was playing under his window at the moment. Hearing the strange movement, he glanced into the window with his head and saw his brother was vomiting blood and his face was frighteningly pale, so he hurriedly called the brothers.
Gu Weijie took Mu Xiyuan's hand and probed for his pulse, only to feel his inner qi rushing around. He tried to input a small amount of spiritual energy, but he was immediately counterattacked. The spiritual energy of the counterattack was extremely gloomy and cold, and it shot straight like an ice arrow. Gu Weijie's right shoulder was sore, and he lost consciousness in his right arm. He took two steps back and did not dare to try again, when Mo Zhiqi had already strode in.
Mo Zhiqi grasped Mu Xiyuan's hand and knew that the matter was serious, so he hurriedly told his disciples to move him into the cold cave of the grotto, and instructed the disciples to practice their own cultivation without disturbing them. The handprints put the infuriating energy into the coffin.
An hour later, Mu Xiyun's face slowly recovered a little blood, and his body no longer trembled. Mo Zhiqi withdrew his spiritual power and greeted the disciples to send him back to the room.
When Mu Xiyuan woke up, it was the next morning.
He fixedly looked at the top of the bed, the pain in the meridians was still lingering. He is not afraid of pain, pain, only to feel that he is still alive. If, if there was no one to save him yesterday, just let him go, is it also a kind of happiness
With the sound of footsteps, Mo Zhiqi pushed open the door and entered.
Mu Xiyun rolled over and got out of bed, and said with a salute, "Thank you, Elder, for your help!"
"No need." Looking at his expression, Mo Zhiqi knew that his body should be fine, but this state of mind made him feel a bit cold again.
"Do you know why you're going crazy? According to your temperament, you shouldn't be too impatient."
"It's really strange," Mu Xiyuan pondered: "Fifty years ago, my realm was only high and not low, and the trace of spiritual power's transformation was also clear in my heart. When it was activated yesterday, there was no abnormality." , then described the feeling at that time.
Reaching out his hand to check his pulse again, Mo Zhiqi said, "Your true qi has been straightened out, but there is a cold and stagnant qi in your body, which is stagnant." Mo Zhiqi got up and poured two cups of tea. He sipped a cup, pondered for a while, and asked, "Do you remember when you broke through on New Year's Eve, what was the chance?"
"That day?" Mu Xiyuan recalled for a while, "Before the spiritual power was activated that day, I was under the plum tree... I remembered a... old friend."
"But what's the difference?" Mo Zhiqi asked.
The feeling in his heart was uncertain, Mu Xiyuan hesitated: "Last time, there seemed to be a small unknown force that restrained the spiritual power in the meridians, but when the spiritual power was smooth, it disappeared."
"So what about this time?"
"The same as fifty years ago, after practicing swordsmanship, the spiritual power was activated, and the signs were the same as before. That's why I thought that I was about to break through, and luck brought the spirit into the sea. It's just... I didn't see that small force appear."
"Fifty years ago, Senior Brother entered Taoism with swords, right?"
"Yes."
Mo Zhiqi was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Mu Xiyuan: "Then this time, the chance for senior brother, I am afraid, is the heart instead of the sword. In the future, if you practice the exercises, you will not follow the sword, but move with your heart, but it will be more smooth."
There are thousands of cultivators, but each has different opportunities. The reason why no one can explain it clearly is because the moment of entering the Dao and breaking through is mysterious, it may be the knowledge of the sword, it may be the sense of sight, and even the enlightenment is obtained by unraveling the knot of the heart, so there is a "put down the butcher's knife". Become a Buddha on the ground." When the opportunity comes, naturally understand;
The two were talking, but they heard a knock on the door. It was the eldest disciple, Gu Weijie, who came over.
"Is something wrong?" Mo Zhiqi nodded at him.
"Zheng Sect sent someone to say that this year's array inspection will be the turn of Tiankui and Tianji, and asked if you have decided on the candidate. If you are ready, you can go down the mountain in a few days."
"I see, I need to think about this matter again, and I will send someone to reply later." Mo Zhiqi sent the eldest disciple off, and then turned back to ask Mu Xiyuan: "Senior brother still doesn't know about the inspection of the magic circle, right?"
"I really don't know about this." Mu Xiyun replied: "Sometimes I hear the brothers mention it, but it's just a few words, I don't know the details."
"The magic circle was built after you fell asleep, so of course you don't know it." Mo Zhiqi put down the teacup. "However, it was also because of the Lin Moyuan War that year."
In the war that year, all the disciples of Immortal Sect participated in the war, and the losses were not small. The head of Mo Yunshan was injured, and Mu Xiyun died; the head of the Qin family in Taiyuan fell. There are also large and small sects, the dead and the wounded, the vitality of the immortal world is greatly damaged, and the children of each sect wither. At this time, Zheng Genran, the head of Moyun Mountain, proposed to gather the power of various factions to find a place full of spiritual power in the Central Plains, and build five great circles.
The magic circle absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathers sand into a tower, and creates a holy place for cultivating immortals. Disciples of all sects can send their disciples to practice in the spiritual array by doing their best to replenish a certain number of spiritual stones for the spiritual array every year.
Before this, there were many cultivators in the human world, and they all knew that Zhong Ling's handsome and handsome cultivation was twice the result with half the effort, and there were often cases of competition for territory. In the early years, there was also a fight for Lingshan. The human monks slaughtered the demon clan, forcing the demon clan to move to the Demon Realm. And the faction that wins the spiritual land must also be strictly guarded, for fear of letting others take advantage. Regardless of the friction between other sects, just grabbing the land will cause a lot of friction in the world of immortals.
The battle of Linmoyuan has alerted some people of insight that the human world cannot avoid disputes and enjoy peace forever. If the talents are not replenished in time and the strength is strengthened, someday the Demon Realm or the Demon Realm will stir up the situation again, and I am afraid that the consequences cannot be imagined. Therefore, when the head of Zheng, who led the heroes to turn the tide in the battle of Linmoyuan, proposed to build a spiritual array, everyone expressed their support. In just two years, the five major spiritual formations have been completed. The various sects send their disciples there every year, and the disputes disappear for a while, and the various sects cooperate with each other. Moyunshan has also won the unanimous praise of the hundred schools of immortals.
The magic circle operates automatically and does not require much maintenance. Moyunshan will send several disciples to inspect every year, replenish spiritual stones, and solve some local troubles by the way. This season, it was the turn of Tiankui and Tianji.
Mo Zhiqi went back and thought about it for a few days, and left Mu Xiyun behind after the morning class one day.
"I've been thinking about it for the past few days," Mo Zhiqi said, "You were originally a disciple of Tianliang Peak, and you already mastered swordsmanship fifty years ago. No one can teach you anything about swordsmanship. Work hard on your own. The art of fighting can only be learned in actual combat. You will never learn anything new in my peak. You are talented and smart. Now that three months have passed, you have surpassed most of your disciples in terms of medical skills. There is really no reason to keep you in the peak. That being the case, it would be better to leave this inspection of the circle to you."
There is another reason that Elder Mo did not explicitly say. Mu Xiyuan has not had any major mood swings since New Year's Eve. Looking at such a stone-like person every day, Elder Mo also feels that life is not easy, so let him go down the mountain for a walk, maybe it can be changed by chance.
"Disciple understands," Mu Xiyun said politely, "I'll prepare now."
He turned around and walked out of the classroom. Under the eaves, a pair of swallows were flying out of their nests and chasing away in the sun.
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