Let’s talk about Taoist An Yitingyan who was too lazy to accept disciples, but he was not a person who gave up easily. His eyes rolled and begged: “Or you can teach me one or two tricks. If I encounter monsters again in the future, I won’t wait to die, right?”

"This?" After talking to Anyi for a while, he found that he was still in his appetite, so after hearing Anyi's words, the Taoist priest couldn't help but think.

An Yi decided to add another fire and said, "It's just one or two moves. If you don't want you to accept disciples, you just agree."

"Well? Well, I'll teach you a swordsmanship. If you look at it, I will only use it once." The Taoist priest is indeed a master of temperament, not stingy at all, and has no idea of ​​the essay.

The Taoist priest picked up the long sword at his waist, handed the scabbard into An Yi's hand, then jumped and moved a few feet away from An Yi.

Holding a long sword in hand, the Taoist priest quickly used a set of sword techniques. The sword light flashed straight, as fast as lightning. Every move was extremely difficult, but the Taoist priest seemed extremely rapid and skillful when he used it.

I still think of it every sound, which is obviously the practice of swordsmanship.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The sword light was like lightning. Although it did not fight with others, the power contained in the sword move made An Yi feel extremely terrifying.

"Look at it." The Taoist priest shouted softly. What shocked An Yi was that at this moment, he could no longer see anything else in his eyes, only the Taoist priest, a sword, and the sword light and sword moves all over the sky.

All the sword moves were reflected in An Yi's mind, and his consciousness was attracted by this sword technique and could no longer tolerate anything else. Moreover, his body seemed to be involuntarily following the Taoist movements.

"Can you remember clearly?"

After playing with his sword, the Taoist priest stood up with his sword, inserted the sword back into the scabbard in An Yi's hand, and asked An Yi.

An Yi closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "I don't know very well, can I use it again?"

The Taoist priest suddenly leaned his face in front of An Yi and laughed: "I said it, I will only use it once."

An Yi smiled bitterly. He did not have the ability to remember everything he could. Although he had already practiced Taoism, he had only slightly improved his memory a little bit than ordinary people. After all, his realm is low now, so although the sword technique just now was reflected in his mind, for some reason, he always felt unreal.

As for the formula, I forgot a little bit.

Suddenly, An Yi felt the "Heavenly Book" in the sea of ​​consciousness in his body jumping. Before he could check it, he could hear a sound coming from his ears.

"Boy, let's do it. I'll leave, haha!" After the Taoist priest said that, he didn't give An Yi any time to speak, and suddenly soared into the sky and actually drove Yun Fei away.

An Yi looked at the Taoist priest's background in a daze: Isn't it the ability of an immortal?

As if he remembered something, An Yi suddenly shouted: "Master, Taoist priest, Taoist priest, Taoist priest, immortal, I don't know your name yet? And your sword and your sword are still here with me."

Although he changed his name several times in a row, the Taoist priest had disappeared and could not hear An Yi's call, let alone turn back.

An Yi shook his head helplessly, looked at the sky, and sighed: "Is this guy really an immortal?" An Yi was very suspicious about this. He didn't believe that the Taoist priest really forgot the sword, or did he have any other meaning?

"I don't want to have so many, but having this sword is a good thing for me."

Through these two days of contact, An Yi clearly knew that there are monks and monsters in this world, and it is very likely that this is a world with gods and demons. This place is much more dangerous than the earth, but it is also much more interesting.

Recalling the sword technique just now, An Yi tried hard to remember, subconsciously unsheathed the sword, closed his eyes, measured it, and then moved his wrist.

"Bang."

As soon as he used two swords, the sword in his hand came out. An Yi did not give up and picked up the sword and danced again, but it was still the same as before, and he got out after just two or three swords.

"Are you mistaken? Why did he make it so easy just now, and it was so difficult for me to play?"

No matter how many times Anyi tried, she still couldn't learn it in the end, which made Anyi wonder if her qualifications were too poor? She couldn't even learn a swordsmanship. How could she learn more powerful Taoist martial arts?

After rubbing his sore wrist, An Yi suddenly thought that the "Shistorical Book" just now jumped, but was interrupted by the Taoist priest without checking it. Could it be that something had happened?

He hurriedly called out the Heavenly Book and held it in his hand. He subconsciously opened it, but was surprised to find that there was a row of small characters under the two big characters on the first page: The Nameless Sword Technique.

Under the sword technique, there are pictures and texts, which are the movements of the Taoist priest just practicing sword, and the magic tricks recited by the Taoist priest are annotated next to it.

"Haha, I'm not afraid of forgetting this. I didn't expect that this heavenly book would have this function."

After laughing, An Yi found that at the end of the sword technique, there was a row of extremely small words: what you obtained from the world of Swordsmanship does not involve the rules, it is a method of self-cultivation and protection, and can be used in any world.

"What does it mean?" An Yi was shocked. He knew that the method of self-cultivation and protection was a simple explanation, which was to exercise himself, improve his physical fitness, and increase his attack power. This sword technique is indeed worth it, but what is the law and what does it mean to be used in any world? Can you still return and enter other worlds?

An Yi's heart moved and suddenly realized the difference in the Book of Heaven. The words that record the sword technique were all gray, but above it, the words "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" emitted a very faint purple light.

An Yi suddenly thought that when he first came, the word "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" was colorless, but it had a contour, but now it emitted purple light. Could it be that this time travel requires charging? This purple light is the "energy" consumed for time travel?

After frowning and thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of any reason. An Yi simply let go and stopped thinking about it.

Putting away the heavenly book, An Yi picked up the long sword left by the Taoist priest again. While sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness with his consciousness, observing the pictures and texts on the heavenly book, he slowly gestured his moves. Not to mention, this slowdown really made him stumble and finish it.

When An Yi finished using the sword technique, he suddenly realized that the sky was already dark. He returned the sword to the sheath and hurriedly walked into the city.

I dare not stay in the wild at night. After all, this is a world with monsters and ghosts, and it is safer to have a lot of people.

When I returned to Zhu Erdan's house, I learned that Zhu Erdan had not come back yet, and it was not easy to be more comfortable than the courtesy, so I could only wait outside the door.

The moonlight was just around the corner, and when Zhu Erdan finally came back, it was already past You hour.

Zhu Erdan drank a lot of wine, and saw An Yi standing outside the door drunk, and said, "When did you come back? Have you ever caught up with that Taoist priest? But it's my brother, it's not. He was drinking outside and forgot to call me with me."

An Yi hurriedly said: "It's okay."

But Zhu Erdan couldn't do it. He pulled An Yi's arm and walked into the house, saying, "Today, my brother said he would invite you to drink, but now he is free outside. I forgot my younger brother, how can I not be punished and go and drink with me."

"This, Brother Zhu is afraid he is drunk, so he should go to bed earlier." An Yi refused to say because he was thinking about practicing.

But Zhu Erdan was so drunk that he would not let him go. He ignored him and took him to the room to hold the lights and took out the wine to fill the two of them. However, he was fined three large glasses before he invited An Yi to drink with him.

An Yi smiled bitterly: "Brother, I haven't had a meal yet."

Zhu Erdan repeatedly said "sin" and called his wife to buy dishes. The dishes were served quickly. After all, Zhu's wife knew An Yi had not eaten. She just wanted to avoid suspicion and did not let him enter when Zhu Erdan was not at home. In fact, the dishes were kept for him.

In this way, Zhu Erdan drank and ate comfortably.

At this moment, someone suddenly pushed the door and walked in. Zhu Erdan looked up and saw that he was wearing a black face and wearing black veil on his head. He turned out to be the judge!

Zhu Erdan turned to An Yi and said, "It seems that I am going to die! I offended the ghosts and gods yesterday, and I will kill me tonight."

An Yi was shocked when he heard this and looked back. Sure enough, he saw Judge Lu standing at the door. The judge was bearded and moved, and smiled and said, "But it was not here to attract your soul. But thanks to your generous invitation the night before, you were free tonight, so I came to the date of you, a well-known person."

Zhu Erdan was overjoyed and pulled the judge's clothes to ask him to sit down quickly: "It's just right, let's drink it again." I don't know where he got so bold, An Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just as Judge Lu approached, An Yi felt a furious hair standing, and a cold wind surrounded his body, unconsciously guarding himself.

This is a ghost and god, and it is also a judge, the second only to the King of Hell in the underworld.

Judge Lu got on the seat, but he was not busy: "Brother Zhu hasn't introduced me yet, who is this young master?"

Juerdan slapped his forehead: "Look at my brain, but I forgot that this brother is named Anyi. He and I escorted your golden body back yesterday morning."

However, Judge Lu looked solemn and asked An Yi: "I wonder which master your master is? He actually used his hands to disturb the Yin and Yang, hiding your fate!"

It turns out that although Lu Punishment could also see that Anyi was a practitioner, he knew better that not every practitioner could hide his own fate.

"Breaking out of the three realms and not in the five elements" is not something that everyone can enjoy. It needs to be a realm that has been ascended by the perfect merit, or has been granted the title of official gods by the Heavenly Court. It is not a treatment that ordinary practitioners can enjoy!

Ordinary practitioners are actually under the jurisdiction of the underworld! Of course, for them, the fate is not simply "forty-five" or "sixty-seven", but rather complexity and calculations are made based on disasters.

But there are also those who worship powerful masters and are protected by their masters. Most of their fates will be hidden by their masters. Therefore, the first suspicion of Lu Jue Lu was exactly the same as that of the Taoist priest.

But he didn't know that An Yi was secretly complaining in his heart: "Why are you here again!"
Chapter completed!