Chapter 223 Breaking the cocoon
There is a strange house on the top of Shushan Mountain. From afar, the house is quite similar to other bamboo buildings on Shushan. It is green and green, and is also built of sword bamboo, which is unique to Shushan. But when I looked closer, I saw that these sword bamboos that built houses were still growing on the ground at this time. That is to say, the whole house is naturally grown from countless swords and bamboos.
Unlike other sword bamboo at the foot of the mountain, some of the sword bamboos that grow into the shape of a house are straight, some curved, and some even simply cross in the air, with only a little rhizomes connected to the ground. Under the infinite divine power of creation, thousands of swords and bamboos were entangled together and suddenly grew into the appearance of a house.
In countless strange-shaped sword bamboo, there is always a sharp sword spirit. When you get a little closer, you will feel the unbearable pain in all parts of your body, as if there are countless needles constantly drilling into the body.
This is the forbidden place of the Shushan School, the Sword Pavilion, and also the place for the cultivation of Shushan leaders in previous dynasties.
Shao Yifei put away his wings and fell down ten feet away from the house. He looked at the house with great respect, but he no longer dared to take another step forward.
More than ten feet away from the sword pavilion is already the limit that his cultivation can reach. If he walks forward again, countless substantive swords will instantly shoot out in the air, on the ground, and even in the sword and bamboo next to him. These swords were inadvertently scattered outside by the masters of the Sword Pavilion during their practice. Over time, they gradually affected the surrounding environment, so that the whole mountain did not leave an inch of grass except for sword bamboo, and the surrounding ground was even more pits, like a beach after the rain.
The mountain where the whole sword pavilion is located has become a forbidden place that is difficult for non-cultivation monks to approach.
Shao Yifei loves and hates this house. What I love is that as I come here more and more often, my experience of sword meaning is getting deeper and deeper. Although I have not really understood the meaning of sword meaning, I have initially stepped into the field of sword meaning. With only one foot away from the door, I can truly enter the supreme field of sword meaning and become a strong man in the realm of innate golden elixir.
But at the same time, what makes him hate to the bone is that every time he comes around the house and is forced to practice by the master, those swords will attack him like an enemy, making him constantly feel the feeling of being pierced by ten thousand swords while understanding the swords. Many times, as a strong man at the peak of the late stage of the innate real elixir realm, he was stunned by endless sword spirit outside this sword pavilion.
Looking at the house with lingering heart, Shao Yifei turned around and arched his hand to Zhao Wenyuan and said, "Uncle Zhao, please wait a moment."
Zhao Wenyuan looked at the Sword Pavilion with complicated eyes, nodded gently, and motioned Shao Yifei to be casual.
Shao Yifei turned around, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Master, Uncle Zhao Wenyuan of Xuantianzong is begging to see you."
As soon as the words fell, an old voice came from the house. The sound was not loud, but it instantly crossed a distance of more than ten feet and sounded in their ears.
"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Come in."
The words came out, but the door did not open. Obviously, there was no intention of going out to welcome guests.
Shao Yifei frowned before he wanted to speak. Zhao Wenyuan had already flown to the house in purple.
What surprised Shao Yifei was that where Zhao Wenyuan passed, those swords that were eager to try spread out one after another, rotated in the air a few times blankly, and then dissipated in the air again, as if Zhao Wenyuan could not find the existence. However, in his eyes, Zhao Wenyuan did fly forward little by little. The speed was not only not fast, but also slow.
"What's going on? Does this sword also deceive the weak and fear the hard?
Shao Yifei frowned and did not move, but his left foot quietly leaned forward.
The left toe has just stepped out of the realm of sword, and the confused sword in the air are like sharks smelling blood, roaring and shooting at his toes.
Shao Yifei was shocked and took his foot back in an instant.
The materialized sword shot had no target, and then rotated a few times and dissipated in the air.
"Why do these swords only attack me, not Uncle Zhao? It is by no means that these swords are bullied and afraid of the strong. After all, I have seen other elders who will also be attacked by the sword when they are close to the sword pavilion. If the elders hadn't understood the meaning of the sword and could resist one or two, I'm afraid they would not be able to get close to the Sword Pavilion like themselves. Why?"
Shao Yifei frowned and meditated hard. For a long time, he couldn't figure out the result, so he simply sat down and took down the gourd at his waist and poured a few mouthfuls of alcohol. Under the wine, a warm current flowed all over Shao Yifei's body in an instant. Visible to the naked eye, a red cloud floated on Shao Yifei's face. After a few more mouthfuls, Qingming's eyes gradually became a little drunk.
If you can't figure it out, you won't think about it for the time being. It's better to drink!
Shao Yifei looked at the Sword Pavilion not far away with confused drunken eyes, smiled, and looked up and took another sip.
However, without waiting for the transparent liquor in his mouth to be swallowed, Shao Yifei suddenly wanted to be hit by lightning. The action of pouring the wine was frozen in mid-air, and the liquor in his mouth was not swallowed, allowing the transparent liquor in the pot to overflow in his mouth and flow down his cheeks little by little.
His eyes looked at the void above his head, which was both shocked and enlightened. A bright light became brighter and brighter in his mind, and gradually immersed his mind completely.
"Why doesn't Jianyi attack Uncle Zhao? It is because Uncle Zhao himself has integrated into heaven and earth. He is the air, the earth and the sword bamboo. His body exudes the same breath as the sword, just like a humanoid sword spirit. How can the sword spirit attack him?"
"Integrating into heaven and earth, he is the meaning of sword."
"Heaven and earth..."
"Sword..."
Thinking about it, Shao Yifei suddenly laughed a few times, and he sat up cross-legged under his heart. The eyes were slightly closed, the eyes looked at the nose, the nose looked at the heart, and it settled down in an instant.
A dazzling golden light exploded on his body in an instant. In the golden light, hundreds of golden swords swam quickly and surrounded him like a hedgehog with sharp thorns all over his body.
In the center of hundreds of golden swords, Shao Yifei sat quietly in it. After the golden sword flew out, the golden light from his body gradually darkened. For a moment, all the light faded away, revealing his figure. His face was calm, with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, and no ups and downs in his chest, as if he suddenly turned into a sculpture.
Suddenly, a light golden light lit up beside him. The light was dark and small, like a firefly under the bright moon under the reflection of hundreds of golden swords around him. However, the pale golden light revealed a trace of unattainable power of heaven and earth, and the momentum was so strong that it faintly covered the breath of hundreds of golden swords. Hundreds of golden swords seemed to meet the supreme master. The body of the sword trembled gently, followed by a crisp dragon with joy and respect. In the end, a deafening sound was formed.
"Huh? Sword meaning?" Zhao Wenyuan's voice came from the Sword Pavilion.
"He finally stepped into this step. It's not easy, not easy." The old voice just sounded.
"Brother Li has a successor, congratulations, congratulations!" Zhao Wenyuan's voice followed closely behind the old voice.
"Brother Zhao is flattered. Looking at the young man in the Xuantian sect, I'm afraid he has already stepped into the realm of Jindan." There was a little surprise in the old voice.
"Brother Li's vision is really unique." Zhao Wenyuan's serious voice was a little proud.
"The new generation is slowly emerging, and we are all old." At this time, there was indeed a desolation in the old voice.
"However, they are still growing too slowly. If everyone else is like them now, there is no need for us old guys to worry about them." A faint murderous intention came out of Zhao Wenyuan's flowers.
"Yes..."
After the sound, the Sword Pavilion returned to quiet. Only the deafening sound of the flying sword outside the Sword Pavilion became louder and louder. In the dark, there was a intention to rise to the sky.
At this time, Shao Yifei's eyes were still closed. He did not hear the words of the two old men in the sword pavilion, and he didn't even listen to the sound of the sword outside him. His mind was completely immersed in the light in his mind, and a trace of the faint power of heaven and earth emanated from him. It was an ancient and desolate that people dared not Looking directly, you can even feel the power of heaven and earth that will crawl on the ground.
one.
Two ways.
Three ways.
......
More and more pale golden light lit up beside him, and many light golden light came together, faintly covering the light emitted by hundreds of golden swords.
In the sword array of the golden sword, a breath like rebirth slowly appeared. With the passage of time, this breath became stronger and stronger. Under the inspiration of this breath, the sword hidden around the Sword Pavilion appeared one after another, trembling in unison, as if worshipping his own emperor.
These pictures are like fairyland, not like the world.
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The second update. This one is shorter, then the next one is longer.