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Chapter 2: Green hills and green valleys, swaying flowers, year-end friendship in the tomb of Yin and Yang

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    At the beginning of the book, I read it by the clan, and my ambition was in Linquan. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Fish and insects are still Buddhas, chickens and dogs are all immortals. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????.  ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? we were full of energy and spirit, and our writing is bright and bright as time passes.  The piano and sword warm the mat, and the rivers and lakes are moving for years.  It is different from the writings of the three disciples, and it is consistent with the five schools of Zen.  Since you have left Zhusi, you can learn from Xiquan.  The shoulder is on the right side of Hongya, and the road is in front of Ling Yun.  What you get is not only the secret of heaven, but also the sage of the country.  You can spend a lot of money on medicine to buy mountain money.  Visiting the waves of Dinghu in the east, looking for the smoke of Cangwu in the west.  "An inch of strength can be tempered a hundred times, and half of your life is entangled with two things."  The hairpin gentry is not without desires, and fish and birds do as they please.  Yixing has five lakes, and its reputation spreads all over the world.  ??Have a full meal of green rice and read the Huangshi edition carefully.  From the Qimin out of Qimin, let go of the city.  The world of mortals is harsh to the eyes, and fame and fortune are intertwined.  Wealth and honor have been tasted, and the clouds are whipping in front of them.  Young youth, the twilight is Huadian.  And there are Anqi Zao and Fu Tai Hualian.  Gaoling can easily be transformed into valleys, and vast seas can be transformed into fields.  The scenery is also fleeting, and the beauty of things changes with it.  When he looked up to the sky and smiled, Gu Ying felt sorry for himself.  "He Mingmiao is in Zifu, and Qingluan is Shenmian."  The clouds in Penglai are dim, and the moon is shining brightly.  Trichica Qingxia Road, harvesting tooth bud lead. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The chariot hub is filled with energy, and the joy in the lakes and mountains is boundless.  Where can I go after floating like a cicada?  The plot of the last chapter is complicated and complicated, so I won¡¯t repeat it again.  At dawn the next day, the sky was already clear, and Cuicui Mountain suddenly appeared in the south of Luojing. This mountain is located on the southern edge of the bamboo forest. It is about a hundred feet high, steep and ringed, with beautiful forest ravines, and is surrounded by mountains and ridges.  Together, there is no one, the green grass is lush, the winding roads are winding, and the beautiful flowers and jade flowers compete for beauty.  Several clusters of pine trees are like splashing indigo.  There are the red ones again, the brocade nests of pomegranates; the green ones, the embroidered grass.  Green velvet, green sand orchid; You Dang Dang, near the stream.  What a beautiful place in the mountains and fields: pines and bamboos show up every year, and exotic flowers grow every day.  The flowers in the bush are so melancholy that if they penetrate people's nostrils, their minds will be refreshed and clear.  On the top of the mountain, there is no grass growing. The crown rocks stand like dragons and lions, and there are many nests of birds and beasts among the rocks.  There is a stream flowing at the foot of the mountain. It has a clear gurgling sound, like a ring. The water is clear and silvery, and it is as bright as a mirror.  Uniquely beautiful.  There are several thin grass paths scattered outside the stream. They are like dragons and snakes walking around, twisting and turning, and criss-crossing, which is very unique.  There is a remote mountain stream at the mouth of the mountain. This stream is located in the middle of the green mountain. The shadows of the trees beside the stream are sparse and blurry, and the sun is like spots, covering the mountainous area.  Outside the stream, there are several vigorous ancient cypresses, majestic green pines, and dense vines, which actually hide the quiet stream.  Moreover, the air here is clear, a few bluebirds can be seen in the mountains, and there are no traces of big animals.  In the stream, a clear spring of spiritual energy flows out from the cracks in the stone wall. With the warm light, the stone walls of the entire mountain stream are colorfully reflected with several soft golden lines. The spiritual energy is floating around the mountain stream, which is truly pure.  On a piece of bluestone in the stream, a seven-foot-long young man with a jade face and a waist like a bee was lying weakly on top.  This young man is Qingsong. At this time, the arrow wound on his body has begun to take effect, and the tips of the two arrows shot are smeared with poison. Qingsong must have been infected by two kinds of deep-cold poisons, and his whole body seems to be icy cold.  , and he was trembling slightly while breathing and panting. He was afraid that if he was not cured in time, he would be poisoned and his internal organs would explode within three days.  I also saw an old man sitting next to the stone, with his hair tied up in a bun, a kind face, fairy bones and crane hair, wearing a long white robe of clear moon green pine trees.  The elder is holding a white feather fan in his left hand and a gourd in his right hand. Behind him are two boys in yellow robes. The boy on the right is holding a set of thirty-six silver needles for acupuncture, and the boy on the left is holding a plaque.  Medicine wooden box.  The old man in white robe gently stroked his white beard, his eyes were bright, he chuckled, stretched out his hand to lift Qingsong's right arm, and pressed his hand along the injured arm into the wrist vein. The old man in white robe secretly condensed his energy and penetrated deep into Qingsong's pulse.  After feeling his pulse for half a stick of incense, the elder couldn't help sighing and frowning, and his kind face now had a look of coldness and solemnity.  "The curare poison has reached the stomach and heart. Alas, this child's life may be exhausted." The old man in white robe took a breath and gently took off his green pine sleeves.  I saw a bloodstain about a foot long on Qingsong's right arm. Between the bloodstains was a wound of decaying flesh and blood, as big as a walnut. The flesh inside had turned purple-black, and black and blue stripes were crisscrossing and spreading all around.  to various acupuncture points in the right arm.  The old man quickly condensed his true energy and passed it into the blood mouth on Qingsong's arm. A strong and rich true energy poured in, flowing like a trickle to each of the collaterals, washing the marrow of each vessel.  The toxins in the body are forced out of the body.  &nbsp"About the time when the cards were drawn, a burst of blood surged in Qingsong's body, and a burst of turbid blood rushed out of his mouth. Then he felt that his body was smooth and his face was filled with good energy.  Qingsong suddenly woke up, and the old man in white robe beside him laughed loudly and patted Qingsong's chest.  "Master" Qingsong said hoarsely.  "Disciple, please don't talk too much. I haven't removed the poisonous mouth on your foot yet, so please be quiet!" the old man said calmly.  He immediately turned around and took the set of acupuncture silver needles from the boy on the right. He took out three needles as thin as spider silk and only three inches long.  Enter the "Zhongfeng" and "Kunlun" points on Qingsong's right leg.  The old man in white robe gently rotated the silver needle with his hand, so that the tip of the silver needle penetrated into the meat paste.  Just as the needle tip penetrated the flesh, a thin wisp of white smoke began to rise. Qingsong gritted his teeth, relaxed his muscles, and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the effect.  After a while, the old man in white robe quickly pulled out the gourd lid in his hand and poured out a golden pill. Suddenly he crushed the golden pill and turned it into a slightly smelly powder.  Apply to the wound on Qingsong's leg.  The white-haired old man tore off a long white strip and tied up Qingsong's right leg. Then the elder took off his white robe and covered Qingsong's body. He smoothed his beard and said calmly: "Disciple, just take a rest and cultivate yourself for a while! Take care of yourself."  The wound has not fully healed yet." After listening to the old man in white robes, Qingsong hummed in agreement, then his anger sank into his dantian, and he quietly crossed his legs and closed his eyes to breathe.  At this time, Qingsong's heart was replaying the scene of Luo Jingcheng's robbery. He was still vivid in his mind, and it lingered on no matter what. It made his heart full of distracting thoughts and added an unspeakable pain, but now he is still cultivating his energy and concentration.  , Unable to separate his thoughts and think about other things, Qingsong had no choice but to suppress his sadness and meditate into concentration.  The old man in white robe did not say a word, but gave a faint smile.  For this only disciple, the elder also wanted to discipline him strictly, but he had been spoiled and indulged since he was a child, so if he was strictly managed for a while, it would not be satisfactory.  The old man in white robe thought coldly: "Oh, this little disciple is causing trouble everywhere. When will he really grow up and learn more?" Then he shook his head and walked out of the mountain stream. The two fairy boys behind him also followed the old man.  .  ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù The Jade Rabbit hangs high in the sky, and the insects and birds sing in the forest, making it joyful and interesting.  Qingsong had already stood up, put on his white robe and civilian clothes, held his sword, and walked out of the mountain stream in a stream of smoke, heading towards the mountains outside. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he shouted happily: "Master" It turned out that the white  The old man was standing on a bluestone in the mountain with his hands behind his back. Looking at the waves at the foot of the mountain, it was like splashing green ink on the pine trees and the bamboo forest. He couldn't help but said in a long voice, "Time flies so fast. It has been seven years since then."  ! This is the first meeting between master and apprentice after seven years. At first, you thought you were a second-rate swordsman by practicing the two great sword skills of 'Qingtong' and 'Shengtian'. However, there is someone outside the mountain.  Shan, there is someone outside. You ignored my teacher's advice and insisted on establishing the Qingtong Sword Pavilion in Laizhou. It has been seven years since you left!  The mountains and rivers are the impetuous and idle mind of a young man, and his heart is full of heartless intestines. Isn't it evil that he doesn't miss his teacher or his colleagues in the sword pavilion?" The white-haired elder did not turn around, but still looked at the foot of the mountain with his hands behind his back.  .  Qingsong heard the Master's words, regretful and annoyed, and did not dare to speak. He suddenly sighed and said: "Master, after seven years, I wonder if the fragrance of Jiangxia Xianmen is still strong? You said I don't miss you, but in fact I miss you."  Come on, how dare I forget those childhood memories and those teachers¡¯ teachings!¡± That white-haired elder is one of the seven great loose immortals (sword immortals) in Jiangxia. He has survived the six realms and nine calamities, and his nickname is: Lingsu!  son.  Now that he has lived for 370 years, Qingsong is the only direct disciple of Lingsu Sword Immortal.  When the Lingsu Sword Immortal heard Qingsong's words, he felt sad for a moment and then said: "The Immortal Sect is still there, but my ancestor of the Immortal Sect, Suiyuan Jianzun, doesn't know where to go, and several fellow practitioners also abandoned the door and went out, saying that  I have been traveling to seek alms, but I don¡¯t know where it is. I have difficulty moving and can¡¯t find it. What can I do?¡± Qingsong felt disappointed when he heard this, and immediately sighed and said, ¡°Master, you haven¡¯t taught me the secrets of sword skills for seven years, can you do it today?  You have taught me the two sword techniques of 'Qing Tong' and 'Sheng Tian', a total of thirty-six sword techniques.  , the Sword Immortal sighed in vain and said: "Is it possible that your innate vitality veins are weak and Yang, so you need to use sword techniques to strengthen your muscles and expand the volume of your Dantian. I don't want to teach you sword techniques too early, but for the sake of  To get rid of your innate disease, I have to teach you two techniques when you are young, so that you can practice better today." Upon hearing the sword immortal's words, Qingsong was a little angry, but he didn't get angry, so he had to give it up.  He saluted and said goodbye: "Master, my disciple will go back to the stream to transport his true energy." After saying that, Qingsong stroked Zheng Yinjian's aching chest and walked into the mountain stream.  When the swordsman saw his apprentice leaving, he still put his hands behind his hands and stared at the bamboo forest under him that looked like green ink splashed on it.    Here, the two boys Mo Sang and Mo Li were walking from the mountain ridge, standing beside the Sword Immortal.  The moment of winning the card passed unknowingly, and a small figure in green clothes in the mountain stream was holding a long green sword, jumping and flashing, and his skills were as agile as a back-to-back monkey.  At that time, cyan triggered the tenth "Fire Tree and Silver Flower" in the "Qing Tong" sword technique, and suddenly a fiery red tongue shot out from the tip of the sword, turning into an arc of red light, and waved towards the wall of the stream, with a loud roar.  There seemed to be a shock for a moment, Qingsongji put his sword back into its sheath, and the green sword energy suddenly lingered around him for a while, and then slowly disappeared.  Qingsong took three big steps back.  In one afternoon of sword practice, Qingsong really improved a lot in his sword skills. In order to make Lingsu Sword Immortal look at him with admiration as his direct disciple, and in order to be able to practice the Immortal Ascension Sword Technique of his ancestor, Qingsong must practice the previous two techniques diligently.  Swordsmanship.  Immediately afterwards, Qing Songzhan used the Shattering Shadow Wind Step technique, running faster and faster, jumping back and forth in the mountain stream, very vigorous.  The "Golden Jade Stab" in Qingsong's "Shengtian" Sword Technique was stretched out, and the sword edge tore through the air, making a "tiger" sound. Half of the sword's body immediately shone with a layer of misty golden light, while the other half of the sword  The body shines with a layer of misty white jade light, the luster is translucent, and the brightness and extinction can be seen.  The two rays of light then merged into one, and the sword's speed was amazing, very impressive and domineering.  The green pines danced with sword energy, and sword flowers as big as bowls flew to the wall of the stream. Countless stone chips fell from the top with a "peng" sound, and a cloud of lime dust was raised from the top.  Qingsong smiled slightly and flicked his sleeves to shake off some of the fly ash floating down from his head.  ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù The sword shadows are colorful and the green light is blurry, all reflecting on the wall of the mountain stream.  At a stone pier in the mountain stream, Qingsong is wielding a long sword, displaying every sword move with all his strength. Let¡¯s see which sword moves Qingsong uses. They are splitting, stabbing, stabbing, teasing, collapsing, and cutting.  There are twelve skills: , wipe, wear, pick, lift, twist and sweep.  Just look at the roaring roars of the wind.  After this night of sword practice, Qingsong must have learned a lot about the art of swordsmanship - "Use tranquility to induce impatience, and then the six images of yin and yang and eight trigrams will rotate. Input the true essence into the sword body, take the enemy's head, and seek it."  Speed, if you want to take the enemy's limbs and bones, you must attack first with swordsmanship." The tip of the long sword in Qingsong's hand is drawing the shape of a Yin-Yang Bagua, and two thumb-sized arrows shot out from the sword spine to the tip.  The black and white light ball quickly bounced onto the stone wall.  There was a loud bang, which caused the whole mountain stream to tremble slightly, and the earth and rocks shook off one after another. As it rained heavily, Qingsong stepped forward and bowed, pushed out a palm, and retreated to the stone pier.  "My sword skills and Taoist enlightenment have indeed made me grow a lot, but the only drawback is that every time I use a move, I consume a lot of infuriating energy! This is a big disadvantage, I don't know how to deal with it well?" Qingsong sighed, bored.  Sheathing the long sword, his face darkened, and there was a cold air between his brows.  The true energy reserves in his Dantian are indeed insufficient.  But how can we generously develop Dantian?  Qingsong frowned and sighed.  He saw Qingsong's pupils flashing with a rich green light. He thought that he must develop his current Dantian, so that he can work hard to practice swordsmanship, and only then can Lingsu Sword Immortal treat his own sword disciple with special attention.  Qing Songzheng clenched his palms tightly, and beads of sweat dripped down his palms.  I recall the many interesting things in my childhood when I had the sword master teach me the sword hand by hand.  Qingsong then took a long rope, sat cross-legged in a bluestone, closed his eyes and got up.  Not long after, Qingsong fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion. He dreamed of a place where he was practicing sword training in the sword pavilion during his childhood. He still had a gentle smile on his face.  As everyone knows, in life, only innocence can be encountered but cannot last forever. Looking back at the increasingly mature life, childhood and adolescence will never be forgotten.  ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù Green hills, dusk sets in the west, and tired birds return to the forest.  Lingsu Sword Immortal stood on the cliff with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and thoughtfor a moment, he opened his eyes and looked down at the cliff, a tumbling ink-colored bamboo forest, and at the end of the bamboo forest, the golden crow was about to fall.  Hanging on the top of the mountain, it is uniquely gorgeous.  The two fairy boys behind Lingsu Sword Immortal said respectfully: "I'm telling you, Master, you should go back. Qingsong is already sitting cross-legged and sleeping in the stream." The Sword Immortal waved his silver fan and said: "Okay, let's take a look at the recent days.  How much has he grown?" A fairy cloud suddenly appeared at the feet of the sword fairy, and the surface of the fairy cloud exuded silver glow. The sword fairy touched his feet and flew away on the cloud. The latter two immortals  Tong Ye climbed onto the fairy cloud of the Sword Immortal, and the group of people rode on the clouds and mist and disappeared in the mid-air of the green mountains.  At half a breath, the fairy cloud had already flashed out of the stream. The Sword Immortal and the two white-robed fairy boys jumped down one after another. The fairy cloud suspended in the air suddenly dissipated into a wisp of light air and turned into nothingness.  Lingsu Sword Immortal flicked his white fan, smiled slightly, and walked into the stream, followed by two fairy boys.  Seeing Qingsong cross-legged on a stone, the Sword Immortal had a gentle face and raised his head and said: "Have a rest, disciple. I am willing to do my best to help you develop your Dantian. Whether it succeeds or not depends on your luck." "What!" Qingsong heard.  After the Sword Immortal said this, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Lingsu Sword Immortal Way.  The sword immortal smiled slightly and nodded slightly to Qingsong.  "Really?" Qingsong was excited again. He stood up straight and his eyes flashed with enthusiasm.of light.  Afterwards, Qingsong laughed at the Lingsu Sword Immortal and was really excited. The two fairy boys behind him suddenly shouted softly and raised their hands. Two immortal-level treasures suddenly appeared in their palms, both glowing with a hazy light.  Qingsong tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, with a look of confidence on his face, "As soon as my Dantian is developed and its unformed muscles and bones are refined, I can practice the Immortal Sect's Immortal Ascension Sword Technique!" Qingsong's eyes glowed with a hint of red.  Mang, what he had longed for was about to come true, and Lingsu Sword Immortal also smiled slightly and said loudly: "Mo Li, Mo Sang, sacrifice the immortal treasure."  The two fairy boys responded in unison, and after chanting a few words of the treasure-revealing formula, the fairy objects in their palms floated out.  Two hazy rays of light shot straight to the top.  A jasper water porcelain vase and a pair of jade pairs were suspended in the air above the mountain stream. The surface of the two fairy treasures glowed with a strange aura of precious light, illuminating the entire mountain stream.  Qingsong's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but fall in love with these two immortal-level magic weapons.  A monk who practices swordsmanship must have an immortal-level object to assist his own practice, so that he can avoid detours on the road to immortality. There are even those who have not yet become a Taoist monk and have an immortal-level flying sword.  With assistance, his own training can rival a sword immortal.  Nowadays, in the land of Kyushu, fairy-level magic weapons are very rare. Only in a powerful ancient immortal sect or immortal mansion or Jimo Mansion can there be a few immortal-level magic weapons.  (Generally, most of the magic weapons in Jimo Mansion are filled with blood-evil souls. If the cold evil spirit stored in them is accidentally developed, it can devour the soul of a sword immortal for three lives. A casual cultivator  It will take several years and light years to refine these magical weapons filled with brutal blood evil before they can be used by you.) At this time, the Lingsu Sword Immortal stretched out his fingers and painted them illusively in front of him like waves, moving around.  Wisps of spiritual energy quickly gathered in the index finger of the Sword Immortal. The Sword Immortal raised his finger again, and a phantom of a small milky-white sword immediately appeared. Suddenly, two rays of green light shot out of the phantom, condensing into a ball of fire, and flicked his fingers.  Out, as fast as lightning, the Linghuo turned into a snow-white rainbow and shot into Qingsong's Dantian. Qingsong's eyes suddenly burst into flames. He let out a cry, and he felt a white and violent energy penetrate into Qingsong's various meridians.  Among the eight meridians, they keep wandering and go straight into the seven seas of the Dantian. A trace of milky white gas flows into the Dantian, causing Qingsong Dantian's true energy to surge.  Qingsong gritted his teeth and screamed angrily. The true energy in his body kept stirring and gathering in his Dantian. As soon as the tea was heated, Qingsong's Dantian made a "boom" sound. His Dantian burst out in an instant, and Qingsong felt a burst of pain.  After groaning, he suddenly felt that the inner energy reserves in his body had increased several times. It was obvious that the Dantian had been developed in this way, and it was three to five times the original volume of the Dantian.  Qingsong lost his color in shock, sweat dripping down his forehead, but soon he showed a look of joy, because he knew that he could finally practice the Ascending Immortal Sword Technique.  Lingsu Sword Immortal laughed loudly and said leisurely: "Now my disciple, you should be ecstatic. I have successfully developed your Dantian, but the conditions for practicing the Ascended Immortal Sword Art must be extremely demanding. Your bones and veins are still intact."  If it is not completely finalized, I am afraid that your path to becoming an immortal will be much more difficult in the future. You must strengthen yourself in the future." Qingsong immediately became happy after hearing this, and said: "In the future, I will strengthen myself even more in my journey to become an immortal.  The sword immortal grunted, then turned around and put his hands on his back, and said tremblingly: "Actually, it is not difficult to fix the bone veins in the body in a short time. I have a secret method.  You can give it a try and cleanse your tendons. Disciple, do you need it?" Qingsong stood up and trembled when he heard this. He was speechless for a long time and then said softly: "Disciple in order to become an immortal.  In order to become a sword immortal like Master, I sincerely hope that Master will give me the immortal recipe." "Okay, now that you have decided to cultivate immortality, I will teach you a marrow-cleansing immortality.  "Fang." He paused for a few seconds and then said, "Please come over here and I will pass it on to you." Qingsong was so happy that he started to rush around, then slowly walked up to the Sword Immortal and put his ear close to the Sword Immortal.  of mouth.  At any time, the sword immortal thought of Qingsong.  "Have you remembered it?" Sword Immortal said after finishing reading.  Qingsong smiled, agreed, and recited the immortal prescription from the Sword Immortal several times in his heart before bursting into laughter.  "You have to go to the mountains, valleys or rivers to pick the herbs in the immortal recipe. Each grass should be about forty years old before you can refine the elixir. Do you understand?" Lingsu Sword Immortal  warned.  "Disciple understands." Qingsong agreed happily, turned around and walked quickly out of the mountain stream, following the mountain path, and first went up to the top of the mountain.  The Sword Immortal still stood with his hands behind his back, the three thousand white beards on his face fluttering in the wind, looking very elegant.  Those old eyes were full of profound hope and sparkled with brilliance.  The two fairy boys on the side didn't respond and stood silently, while the two fairy treasures hanging in the air were put into the fairy boy's robes with a hiss.  The white light above the stream gradually dissipated.  During this time, it was dark and gloomy in the mountains. Qingsong's cultivation was excellent, he already had great strength, his eyesight was quite sharp and powerful, and he could clearly see the scene within three feet in all directions.  At that time, Qingsong had picked a forty-eight-year-old knotweed from the bank of a stream at the foot of the mountain. The sky was dark and gloomy, the insects were chirping intermittently, and the vegetation was deep.  The green pine rides on the xiIn the dim moonlight, he condensed his true power, and headed towards the mountain with his sword. When he stepped into the mountain stream, he saw that the Sword Immortal and the Fairy Boy were nowhere to be found. He shook his head and felt a little tired, so he had to cross his legs and close his eyes.  , practice Qi and enter the country until tomorrow morning ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù The next day, Qingshan.  The bluebird flew out of the tree and flew up into the northern sky. The sky was clear, and it was like an elegant and beautiful scenery, all in the woods at the bottom of the mountain.  In a quiet stream in the mountain, a clear spring overflows from the wall. On a stone block in the mountain stream, a jade-faced young man is still sitting cross-legged. The rolling true energy in the Dantian is like an endless source, swirling rapidly.  Looking under the stone, there were three figures standing, namely Lingsu Sword Immortal and two white-robed fairy boys.  Yesterday's herb collection resulted in Qingsong only getting one plant, which was the forty-eight-year-old Jie Ling grass. However, the fairy recipe passed down by Lingsu Sword Immortal still needs eight herbs that are over forty years old.  There are two Dragon Bone Flowers, three Tianming Fruits, one Qingqi Healing Grass, and two Rhinoceros Radix Zhi.  These eight elixirs are extremely rare. Qingsong Dang also thought of this, fearing that there are no such elixirs in this green mountain.  Qingsong suddenly opened his eyes and stroked his abdomen with his palms. At this moment, facing the turbulent Qi in his abdomen, Qingsong felt a little helpless and a little unfamiliar.  "There are still eight spiritual grasses left. We can refine the marrow-cleansing Tianming Pill. By then, the eight extraordinary meridians in various parts of the body will be able to undergo a rebirth and take on a new look." Qingsong thought to himself, and raised the corner of his mouth.  A smile.  Seeing that Qingsong had woken up, the sword immortal went up to the stone and realized something: "Disciple, my master used the Heavenly Eye forbidden technique yesterday and noticed a dragon bone flower growing under the cliff of Qingshan. You can go and get it today.  Come on." Then the sword fairy pointed in the direction of the cliff.  When Qingsong heard the sound, he was secretly happy. In order to find the spiritual grass, the master actually used the forbidden technique. He felt a little guilty in his heart. He immediately responded, stood up and just shouted: "Master, that disciple will leave immediately." Qingsong suddenly  It turned into a blue brilliance, shot out of the mountain stream, and flew towards the cliff on the west side of Qingshan Mountain. ? ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù On the cliff to the west of Qingshan, several mist dispersed above the cliff, making the cliff covered with a deep layer of fog, while the bamboo forest under the cliff was completely hidden by the morning mist.  Wrapped in the hazy mist, there is a spiritual grass emitting five colors of strange light growing in the stone crevice at the bottom of the cliff. It is a third-level herbal medicine. There are five petals of different colors on the grass stem, and the five petals  The leaves grow under the grass stems, and at the head of the keel is a jade-shaped spiritual packet. There are countless fine pores on the spiritual packet, and a golden medicinal fragrance emanates from the pores.  The entire dragon bone flower is surrounded by five kinds of fragrant awns, and there is a slight glow in the mist.  When I had a cup of tea, a green shadow flew like a flying arrow to the bluestone on one side of the cliff. The shadow that shot quickly was a green pine.  I just watched him pull out his long sword, push aside a few clouds of fog on the cliff, and gaze down the cliff. Suddenly, another ray of light shot down the cliff. Fortunately, there was a sudden stone ten feet below the cliff, and the green pine feet were light.  Step on the stone to stabilize your body.  He held up his green sword again and flicked the trapped fog in the air, and suddenly a clear path in the air opened up in the fog. Qingsong also saw something eight inches below that was glowing with five rays of light, flashing frequently, as if showing off.  Fearing that a rare spiritual grass was embedded in the crevice of the cliff, Qingsong was ecstatic. He stretched out his feet joyfully, and his palms were like two sharp claws, grabbing some sudden rocks in the cliff, and hooked his feet on them.  On the two stones, the spiritual grass emitting five kinds of fragrant awns has been fully displayed in front of the green pine. The jasper-like grass stem, the five petals of different colors, also emitting five kinds of strange awns, the flowers between the petals.  That golden jade bead-shaped spiritual bag made Qingsong take a deep breath and look in shock. He had read many medicine books since he was a child, and he could roughly distinguish the appearance of common spiritual herbs, but there was no description in the book.  Pass this exotic weed.  I thought to myself: This kind of beautiful wild spiritual grass must be very rare.  When I took a closer look, I found that there was still a trace of brown dust on the grass stems. It may be a bit old. This must be the 40-year-old dragon bone flower that Qingsong is looking for. The spiritual package between the petals is.  "keel".  Qingsong slowly woke up from the surprise, hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick off the dragon bone flower three feet away, and hurriedly put it into his robe, then laughed for a while, got the spiritual grass, and felt good, ready to transform into  Hua Guang reaches the cliff.  Suddenly, a piece of gravel fell from Qingsong's right foot. Qingsong had no idea what he was doing and immediately threw it from the wall. He instinctively reached out and grabbed a rock above his head.  Holding the protruding stone tightly with his palms, he clasped his feet in the crevice of the wall, and rubbed his feet again. Qingsong was not afraid in the face of danger, and used his true energy to turn into a ray of blue light that shot straight into the sky. Suddenly, he took advantage of the wind's gravity, and his body shape  I looked inside and jumped into an unusually dark cave on the edge of the cliff. Outside the cave was a square open space. There was a longan tree growing in the open space, surrounded by five people. There were no fruits on the tree.  It's just that the new branches and green leaves are growing in full bloom, with a brilliance like the blue clouds.  It was dark inside the cave entrance, and he couldn't see more than five feet. Qing Song was out of curiosity and confident in his own ability, so he decided to explore what was going on in the cave. With this in mind, Qing Song?Has gently leaned into the cave.  "In the pitch-black cave, the moment Qingsong stepped in, it was as if time and space were flowing. The cave seemed to be filled with the breath of ancient gods and demons. The yin energy was so heavy that Qingsong couldn't help but shiver all over his body.  He had no choice but to hold his breath. The gravel under his feet was constantly being blown by the hurricane in the cave. The cave was so gloomy that he couldn't see his fingers. Although Qingsong felt shuddering, he was not a timid person after all, so he still secretly cheered up.  Zhenxin, took out a fire stick from his robe and lit the flame.  The narrow passage in the cave is less than five feet wide, and can only accommodate one person inside. There is a strong wind blowing against the face, and the wall is rough. When Qingsong touches it with his fingers, he can feel that there are cracks on the wall made by knives and axes.  Suddenly, a small flame of light ignited in the narrow passage, and then a strange gust of wind passed by. The light of the flame was blown to pieces, then rekindled, and then dimmed again.  During this period, it was repeatedly lit and extinguished dozens of times. The strange wind in the cave was not stopping, and the fishy smell filled the cave, making Qingsong even more breathless. A feeling of suffocation filled his whole body. Qingsong was extremely confused, and the fire in his hand was extinguished immediately.  Feeling a little annoyed, he stamped his feet several times, and immediately the sound of Qingsong's footsteps echoed endlessly in the road.  Qingsong still insisted on moving forward slowly, and with every step forward, beads of sweat would drip unconsciously.  Suddenly, four or five black-winged bats flew out from the top of the tunnel. They opened their bloody teeth and made a sharp sound. They flew towards Qingsong. Qingsong was suddenly startled and thought to himself: This is really a hellish place. If he could get out,  It will never come again.  Qingsong was about to leave, but the black-winged bats had already attacked. In a hurry, he had to raise his green long sword, activated his sword skills, and slashed the four bats to the ground. Black blood spattered on the stone path.  This narrow passage seems to be endless, leading to the abyss of the netherworld.  The further Qingsong moved forward, the more blood-eating black bats greeted him on the road, and there were already dozens of black bats attacking at once.  Qingsong held his sword in the dark narrow passage and fluttered out a few wisps of sword flowers. Half of the dozens of black bats fell to the ground, while the other half of the black bats scattered and landed on Qingsong's cheek. Qingsong was surprised and confused.  , the whole body secretly condensed the real power, and with a wave of palm force, most of the black bats fell to the ground like broken kites.  At this time, Qingsong was very cautious and walked quietly over the black bat corpses. Suddenly, he saw a green light flashing at the end of the road. The further he advanced, the brighter the light became.  , very dazzling, "This is obviously a spacious and quiet room." Qingsong thought to himself in surprise, but there were still several eerie winds blowing here, making Qingsong hold his breath and take a few steps back, becoming more and more self-conscious.  The strong wind seemed to be drawn from the green cave. Maybe that cave was a huge eye of the wind. The more Qingsong thought about it, the more wrong he became. He wanted to pull away and leave, but he felt that the wind was very fast. Qingsong shouted loudly and started to move.  Zhenqi held up the long sword, and with a ripple, a ray of green light swept into the green light in front of him. After a burst of violent sounds, the whirling forest wind suddenly stopped. It was obvious that this light was in the dark.  Someone is operating the mechanism of Shidao from a hidden place.  Halfway through the meal, the light from the cave in front illuminated the tunnel in a dark green color. Although Qingsong was frightened for the first time, he still raised his sword in his hand and chopped off a few of the red-armored poisonous insects swimming in the green cave.  It was because the poisonous insect was protected by red armor that the sword technique could not fully damage it.  There are four-inch-long fangs in the mouths of these poisonous insects, which are ferocious and terrifying. They are obviously used for exorcism by the mysterious figure in the cave.  Seeing that there was only half an arrow left in the remaining cave, Qingsong tried his best to gather his true strength and swung his sword to kill several poisonous insects with sneering fangs that came towards him. However, he suddenly heard the sound of sharp bamboos coming from the green cave.  The music is elegant and touching, just like the sounds of nature, accompanied by the flute and sheng.  The red-armored poisonous insects roaming rapidly outside the cave immediately retreated like a wave. The scales on the insects suddenly burst out and made a clanging sound. After a while, they shrank into the cave and disappeared without a trace.  Qingsong couldn't help but be surprised and thought: I am afraid that there must be an invisible person in this cave who controls these poisons. Seeing that I am about to enter the cave, he orders the poisons he has stored to withdraw.  More than ten fathoms deep underground, the air should be thin and the light dim.  In this dark secret passage, a candle suddenly lit up, as big as a soybean.  Qingsong lit the fire stick in his hand again. This time the fire on the fire stick finally stabilized, and Qingsong also let out a long sigh of relief.  The route in the tunnel was explored inch by inch. Then the light on the cave wall disappeared and Qingsong's eyesight dimmed. However, he still stepped into the cave. When Qingsong took a small step, he found out the size of the entire cave, which was about 30 meters long.  Three feet, about two feet wide, it is more like a small building, but it is still wide underground.  Several faint fires lit up in the cave walls in all directions. Without any preparation, Qingsong let out a cry. The green fires fluttering in the grooves of the wall suddenly made him panic. He shouted loudly: "Senior, I am here in this mountain."  I opened a secret room. I just accidentally entered this place. Do you want me to show you a way out and let me leave? There are secret rooms in this mountain and there are many wonderful functions. I will not tell others about it after I leave. "  The sound echoed loudly in the cave.  After hearing an unusual sound, several bright silver feather needles shot out from the cracks in the rocks on the roof of the cave towards Qingsong Head.  Qingsong saw several pieces of silver light being snatched from above. Qingsong shouted suddenly and raised his head with his sword to block them.  There was a sharp buzzing sound, and Qingsong did not fall and took three steps back, while the silver feather needles that attacked the head were stunned.When the shackles fell, each silver needle turned into a ball of silver powder and scattered on the ground.  Hearing a sudden burst of ferocious laughter from the darkness, suddenly filling the cave, Qingsong couldn't help but suck in the cold air, feeling a biting chill all over his body.  The ferocious sound that echoed in the cave was so terrifying that Qingsong blocked his chest with his sword, took a small step, stepped out diagonally, and went deep into the cave.  As we walked a few steps closer, the light inside the cave became darker and darker, and the ghostly fire fluttering on the walls of the cave began to dim unconsciously.  Qingsong has had a heroic spirit since he was a child, so he secretly mustered up the courage to step forward and control the sword openly. If there is a sudden danger, the flying sword can fly away immediately!  "Young man, your swordsmanship is extraordinary! Your master must be Lingsuzi." An old and hoarse voice was heard from an unknown place in the cave.  Qingsong Huodi hurriedly took a few steps back, then regained his composure and said loudly: "Who is the senior? How do you know who my teacher is? I'm Qingsong, senior, can you show me your face?" "Qingsong, what a good name. I hate my namelessness, why don't I just show my face?"  Let¡¯s wish each other good luck, and I will name myself Qingying from now on, and you will be my little brother Qingsong. Haha, is that okay?¡± The old man¡¯s laughter was so loud that it made Qingsong¡¯s cheeks rise.  With a rosy complexion, he said with a trembling smile: "Senior, how can this happen? I don't know how old you are, and you still have the same surname as me. This is really impossible." "Hey, how can it be just wishful thinking?  Broken because of forgetfulness?" The old voice echoed in the cave again.  Qingsong raised his head and looked around the cave. On the north wall of the cave, there was a vermilion seal with the word "Crazy" in it, about the size of a square.  If it weren't for Qingsong's sharp eyes, ordinary people might not have noticed this large seal carving.  Qingsong's keen eyes scanned around and saw several sarcophagi lying across the east and west sides of the cave. Several red seals were carved on the coffins, which were very conspicuous and made Qingsong feel terrified.  On the ceiling of the cave, it seems that the carvings have faded, but the traces of the paintings are still visible, in the form of dark patterns of bronze wattle flowers. Thanks to the dim light on the four walls, the green pine trees also looked up and admired them, and couldn't help but feel silent.  Like: To be able to draw such beautiful patterns, I¡¯m afraid only the royal family¡¯s master craftsmen in the world have such ability.  Although this cave is quite wide, it is not the tomb of a noble prince or prince, Qingsong could tell at a glance.  As for who built this underground tomb, it is really hard to guess.  The old man who was transmitting the message in the dark just now was even more mysterious.  All these events made Qingsong feel a deep fog in his heart. Of course, now Qingsong no longer cares about thinking about a series of trivial issues. He just wants to escape from this underground stone room.  Just as Qingsong was walking to the north wall of the cave, exploring whether there were any mechanisms on the wall, a gray light suddenly floated into the room, and the various exquisite and unique flower designs on the roof suddenly glowed with a silvery light like moonlight.  , immediately illuminated the entire stone room, and the bright fire floating on the wall suddenly turned into a puff of blue smoke.  The place where the gray shadow floated in was under the word "Crazy" on the north side of the cave. The pen stood sideways. Qingsong couldn't help being secretly surprised. He didn't even dare to take a breath and hurriedly raised his head to look towards the north of the cave.  place.  I saw a person protruding from the north of the cave. The person was wearing a black cloak, with his hands behind his back. The cloak revealed a few strands of silver hair, and it was fluttering naturally in the absence of wind.  The first instinct that that person gave others was that of terror and loneliness.  "Senior!" Qingsong couldn't help asking, staring at the black-cloaked man.  "Young man, hahahaha I haven't seen anyone enter this cave in this tomb for thirty-seven years! You are the first person!" The man in black hood raised his hands slightly, and raised his right hand.  I don't know when a blood-red Scorpio appeared in the palm, but Qingsong's face was colorless, as if he had been stunned, and he stood on the spot without saying a word.  The black-cloaked man then stretched out his right hand, gently caressed the squirming blood scorpion in his palm, and said hoarsely: "Young man, only then can you resist the attack of my black bats and poisonous insects. You know the magical functions of the machinery in the tomb chamber. Obviously you  He is quite accomplished in martial arts." Qingsong couldn't answer when he heard this. He couldn't help but look sideways at the stone coffin beside him and said with a trembling voice: "Senior, is this cave really a tomb? And are you the guardian of this tomb?  The person in the tomb?" The black-pocked man still leaned forward and said hoarsely: "This room is the tomb of my master Yin Yangzi and his clan, and I am just the caretaker." "Yin Yangzi" Qingsong said.  Jun said to himself, as if the name had always echoed on the Master's lips when he was a child. The Master must have great respect for the Yin Yangzi, and even regarded the Yin Yangzi as a spiritual guide when he was young.  After that, Neng Yun embarked on the path of becoming a swordsman, and Lingsu Swordsman was also influenced by Yin Yangzi.  Qingsong suddenly thought of these things and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and said with a stunned look: "Senior is talking about the Yin Yangzi Sword Immortal of the "Sword Conquering Demons and Hao Sword"?" After saying this, the black-pocked man said: "That's right!" Still!  Standing on the same spot, the strands of white hair between the canopy became even more miserable. Qingsong couldn't help but smile and said: "Why did Senior Yin Yangzi go into hiding under this cliff and build such a hidden tomb?  Hearing the words, the black-peng man said slowly: "Everyone wants to be in peace after death, free from the disturbance of the world and the disaster of tomb robbers. This is exactly what my master has in mind. He really doesn't want to think about himself."  After his death, the place where he was buried was known to future generations, so he taught me to quickly dig a hidden room under this cliff so that he could be reincarnated and become a swordsman and restore his immortality in the future. "Qingsong Dunye.  His suspicions widened, he smiled brightly at the black-clothed man and said, "Since I amIf I accidentally enter this room, I should leave it alone, senior. I have urgent matters outside and I really can't stay here too long.  "When Qingsong thought about the need to collect medicine, he felt very anxious and couldn't help but say this. "What's the matter?  We haven't even become sworn friends yet, how could you just leave?  After the sworn vows, I will let you out.  "The black-pocked man paused and said sternly to Qingsong. "Sworn sworn vows?  " Qingsong couldn't help but laugh at that moment. He suppressed it again and said: "Senior, this is really not possible!  Because of the age gap between the two of us, wouldn't it be ridiculous to become sworn friends?  ""snort!  If you don't become sworn friends, then I will never let you go. It depends on how long you can wait. It just so happens that I am in need of someone to chat with and amuse myself at this time. It just so happens that you can stay and chat with me to relieve my boredom.  "The black-pocked man smiled. "What?"  Accompany you?  Senior, I really have urgent matters to do. Otherwise, I will come here to accompany you another day, okay?  Qingsong said. "No!"  "The black-cloaked man said coldly, stretched out his right hand like a raven claw, looked at himself, and sighed: "I see that I am destined to have no friends in this life. Apart from my master, is there anyone who can understand my heart?  .  The master has been promoted to immortality, leaving me alone to look after Lao Zhuo for him.  "The black-pocked man spoke every word, which made the latter feel sad. Seeing the figure standing on the side, as if isolated from the world, Qingsong couldn't bear it and said: "I am willing to sworn sworn relatives?  ""real?  "The black-pocked man was saying in surprise. "But" Qingsongfu said. The black-pocked man's face darkened and his claw-like hands couldn't help but tremble. "But after we became sworn brothers,  Senior, you still have to let me out.  Qingsong said. "Okay!"  "Wu Ming Leng listened to Qing Song's words and accepted them, so he replied. Wu Ming Leng took a few steps forward and walked in front of Qing Song. Qing Song looked at Wu Ming Leng's face and laughed dryly. He saw that Wu Ming Leng's face was dark and white.  , like the deceased, he was about fifty or sixty years old, with a hint of old age shining in his dark pupils, and a unique mustache on his mouth. The beard was neither white nor black, but heartwarming.  Qingsong was not surprised when he saw the blood-red mustache. Instead, he felt that the mustache looked very playful and funny. Seeing Qingsong smile like this, Wuming coughed dryly.  , handed out a black talisman to Qingsong, with the birth date of Wuming Leng clearly written on it. Qingsong looked at it, and was dumbfounded, sighing slightly. According to what was written on the talisman, he realized that Wuming Leng had already lived for three hundred years.  Many years ago, he was one of the top 100 famous swordsmen in the world. A century ago, he followed his master Yin Yangzi, the "Sword of Conquering Demons", to hide in this mountain in order to escape from the worldly world.  He lives in seclusion and enjoys the meaning of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain". Who knows that his master's immortal life has come, and Xiao Ran drives Hexi to the west, staying alone in this tomb, which is exactly how lonely he is.  After decades of not seeing the light of day, Qingsong handed the black talisman to Wuming Leng, and Wuming Leng handed it to Qingsong. There were no words on the new talisman.  He moved his red beard and said, "Write your date of birth on the second bamboo strip and give it to me later.  "As he spoke, he stretched out his black hand, and a red pen appeared in his palm. It floated in front of Qingsong. Qingsong stretched out his hand and took the ink pen. Qingsong quickly wrote his birthday date with the ink pen, and then the two of them  On the north side of the tomb, they said a few words of sworn respect to each other under the word "Crazy". Qingsong kowtowed three times to Wuming Leng. Firstly, he admired Wuming Leng for his loyalty and righteousness in guarding the tomb. Secondly, Wuming Leng had become his elder brother. Wuming Leng  Seeing Qingsong bowing, he hurriedly raised his hands to help Qingsong up, laughing heartily. The two then smiled at each other, joined hands, and called each other brother. Wuming Leng's eyes were bright and dark.  His eyes were filled with joy like stars. It turned out that when Wuming Leng saw the green sword on Qingsong's waist, he couldn't help but cherish it and said in a voiceless voice: "What a sword, what a sword!"  I have been cultivating immortality for many years, and have killed many famous swordsmen and guests. I have seen thousands of swords in the world, but I have never seen a flying sword with such a strong immortal energy.  "I accepted Qingsong's birthday bamboo stick and wanted to take out Qingsong's flying sword to play with it. Qingsong frowned, pressed the sword hilt with his hand, and said, "Brother, do you want this sword?"  There is nothing unusual about this sword. It was passed down to me by my master when I was young." Wuming sneered and said, "How can such a good sword be called an ordinary sword?  "Then he stretched out his hand, took off the long sword, and played with it carefully. Qingsong did not stop him because he was not a narrow-minded person. Wuming Leng brushed the golden sword tassel with one hand and opened the scabbard with the other. There was a clanging sound. That  The hilt of the sword was made of jasper and was actually a cylinder. Wuming Leng couldn't put it down, as if he had never touched the hilt. Then he laughed wildly and sighed: "I haven't played with a sword in nearly forty years. I am young today."  Di Guo has fulfilled my dream.  After wiping the copper ornaments on the scabbard, he didn't wait for Qing to loosen his grip and said, "Sure enough, 'a good sword paired with a good scabbard is like a knight paired with a thousand-mile rider'!"  "Qingsong nodded silently, looking at the joy on Wuming's cold face. It was completely different from the previous one. He had never seen anyone so infatuated with the sword in his life. Wuming coldly pressed the hilt of the sword and pulled the scabbard.In front of him, a ray of rich bright light with a slight green glow flashed out, shining brighter than the light on the top of the tomb for a moment. Wuming looked at the shining sword body coldly and said casually: "A good sword is a good sword! What a pity.  The soul in the sword may have been sleeping in the abyss for a long time. As long as the soul of the sword is awakened, the flying sword can exert its true power!" Qingsong was shocked when he heard this. He would live for twenty years!  I have never heard of the word "Sword Soul".  The smile on Wuming Leng's face then dimmed again. It turned out that Wuming Leng's hand was holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and the sword hilt was glowing with a strong green light. The heat suddenly released, and Wuming Leng was overwhelmed. Hot sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.  There was a dull pain in the palm of his hand, but Qingsong was stunned by the scene, his legs were trembling, and his jaw was sinking deeper and deeper as if holding an iron block in his mouth.  There was a clang of gold, and the sword body buzzed. It came out of the hand and hung in the air. The entire sword body was covered by a strong green light, like a green flame.  The sword suddenly jumped up and down, making a whistling sound, and the green light flashed frequently. The green light flashed in the tomb, which was very dazzling.  It's like this: The green light in the room jumps frequently, just like flying clouds and lightning around the clouds.  Qingsong was shocked, his face was like a layer of white paper.  Wuming Leng was also horrified, with sweat dripping from his forehead. Suddenly his mind changed, and a yellow talisman the size of a token appeared in his palm. It suddenly flew out, floated, and immediately attached to the ridge of the flying sword.  The flying sword with blue eyes was attached to the yellow talisman, and the light of the sword suddenly dimmed down.  Qingsong was shocked and stood on the spot without saying a word.  We don¡¯t know how, we will break it down next time.  (Chapter 2¡¤End) Sanren said: The scene description at the beginning of this chapter is a wonderful stroke, and it is the official appearance of the Lingsu Sword Immortal, and the two fairy boys "Mo Sang" and "Mo Li" are actually the background strokes, which will be described later.  .  By chance, Qingsong accidentally entered the tomb of Yin Yangzi, where he met Wuming Leng and became sworn friends. Therefore, Wuming Leng gave Qingsong two classics, "Jiu Minghao Sword Formation" and "Sword Chen Collection", so that Qingsong could live in the world.  Experience great success on the journey to immortality.  At the end of the chapter, "Sword Soul" is written, but it is not finished yet, which is a great foreshadowing for this chapter.
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