The second question of the Tibetan military road

The eyes were filled with motionless scenes, and the ears were empty and silent. This void seemed to be stopped.

The front end of Qicheng's sword tip is Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi, and the front end of the jade Ruyi pointed to him has a dragon head pattern.

This is a detention technique performed by the Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi.

Yi Yan went to see Zhang Caiwei, and saw that her pretty face was full of seriousness, and her hand slowly retracted. Then he grabbed the void, and the sword in Qi Cheng's hand had fallen on her hand.

"A year later, fellow Taoists can come to Longhu Mountain to retrieve it."

After saying that, he saw Zhang Caiwei's dragon and tiger jade Ruyi pointing in his hand again, and he chants "resolve". The frozen void seemed to melt in an instant, and Qi Cheng's stiff body suddenly softened.

He looked at Zhang Caiwei, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just untied the scabbard in his hand and placed it on the table. He turned around and walked out of the umbrella. He stopped again, turned around and said, "In a year, I will come to experience the Taoist scheming spell."

Qi Cheng left with great strides. Zhao Xianyun, who was behind Zhang Caiwei, was very anxious. She quickly came to Zhang Caiwei and said, "Uncle Master, my disciple and Senior Brother Qi come with him, want to..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhang Caiwei waved her hand and said, "You go, you must not slack off in practicing, don't be greedy for the world."

"Yes, please remember." Zhao Xianyun gave a great gift, left, and chased Qicheng.

Yi Yan looked at Zhang Caiwei's behavior and couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion in her heart. When communicating with others, she kept talking nonsense, and even when she spoke, her words were very short, but she was very strict in teaching people a lesson. She herself looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but Zhao Xianyun looked at least ten years old, and even more.

After Zhao Xianyun left, Zhang Caiwei took out a book in her sleeve. It was the book "Zhang Caiwei's Practice Notes". She turned to the blank space and wrote: "Hidden military battles."

"Yu Zang's military road met the city of Shushan Qi, Maoshan Feikong, and Liangqingshui of Lijiang. The three of them showed off their magic when they first appeared, and were very rude. I didn't care about it. They asked them to sit under the demon parapet. The three of them knew that I was Ruyi of Longhu Mountain, but they looked strange. I thought of the teachings of my teacher, so they asked them to see the power of my Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi.

Maoshan is not Kong, this person has already refined a copper corpse, and the evil spirit in his eyes surged. He can see that I was wearing a sword and whisk in Longhu Mountain. His words are very disrespectful. With the jade Ruyi, I used the "Sheng Spirit Spell" to defeat him while his mind was not settled, and took him away the "Sannen" whisk. After one year, I took it back to Longhu Mountain as a punishment."

"Lijiang Liangqingshui, this man practiced the Tao of sages in the world. The Analects of Confucius is quite bright. I thought of my master's teachings and attacked him with my strength. As expected, it was decided to take away the foundation of his practice, and the Analects of Confucius. After a year, I took back the dragon and tiger as punishment."

"Shushan Qicheng, this person's sword intent is quite pure, and there is a sword flower in his eyes. I think of the teachings of Master. The disciples of Shushan do not practice magic spells, but only practice the sword intent of breaking all kinds of magic. I blocked it with Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi in front of me, divided the spirit, and then used the fixed body spell. Sure enough, I decided to seize the sword and took it back for a year. I took it back as a punishment."

"Witness, Jiangxi Yiyan."

Yi Yan was watching her finish writing these things, looking at her seriousness, she looked like a hardworking and studious student, but her style of behavior was so violent.

It was a little dawn, and only the two of them were left in the hidden military path.

Yi Yan said: "It turns out that this is a military hiding path. No wonder the mountains on both sides are so deep. It is estimated that it is difficult to see if there are 100,000 soldiers hidden. Have you been here?"

"No." Zhang Caiwei's face filled with joy, and she read the notes she wrote in her hand again.

"Then how did you know that this is the Tibetan military road?"

"Of course I know that as long as I don't leave this Qing Dynasty, I can know the place name of that place wherever I go." Zhang Caiwei's pride in defeating the three of them in a row had not yet subsided.

"Why is this?" Yi Yan asked. He always asked questions about his practice.

While playing with the black 'santhemum' whisk, Zhang Caiwei said: "Because these names are all engraved in the world, when a practitioner can communicate with the world, he will naturally know.

"It has long been engraved into the world." Yi Yan thought in his heart, and he asked again: "But there are many places where they used to be called that name, and later they were called this name. What practitioners see will be the previous name or the current name."

A flame suddenly appeared in Zhang Caiwei's palm. She burned the black 'santhemum' whisk with the flames, and said without raising her head: "The dynasty has changed and the place name has also been changed. What practitioners naturally see are the changed names. People with advanced practices are different. I can see the place name of the Ming Dynasty, and my master can see the name of the Yuan Dynasty."

"Will that be said to be able to see the time of seven or eight hundred years?" Yi Yan blurted out.

Zhang Caiwei looked up, she thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Your statement is not bad. I heard that the head of Kunlun can reflect on the void when he enters the meditation and see what happened more than a thousand years ago."

Yi Yan was fascinated by the mysterious magical powers of practitioners again. He couldn't help but ask: "Can the leader of Kunlun see the past thousand years, but can he see the future thousand years?"

"How is it possible? No one can see through the future." Zhang Caiwei's voice suddenly lowered, and Yi Yan seemed to feel a trace of worry from her words.

She paused and continued, "No one can see the future, even for one day. Thirty years ago, the world's first hexagram was invited by the head of Kunlun to come to the top of Kunlun Mountain, and used the spiritual power of the Taoist ancestral temple to calculate the future pattern changes."

"How about it?"

"The soul is gone."

Yi Yan was shocked. The head of Kunlun Mountain was an unattainable person to Yi Yan. He was an immortal who was in the clouds and was inconspicuous. However, the person who asked him to specialize in calculating the secrets of the future was scattered on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

"Then, what did you think of?"

Zhang Caiwei looked up at Yi Yan again, and she said, "Are you sure you want to listen?"

Yi Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Confirm."

"This is not good for you." Zhang Caiwei said.

"It's just a fact. Since I'm a practitioner, I shouldn't be afraid of anything." Yi Yan said.

Zhang Caiwei looked Yi Yan up and down for a while and said, "What he said is a bit like a practitioner, so I will tell you, Hu Gua Xian said one last time, "A saint will appear in a hundred years, which is very bad."

"Great evil? Who is the most evil? How can there be a saint? " Yi Yan asked quickly.

"The head of Kunlun asked Hu Guaxian to calculate the future of the practitioner, and the result was a great disaster." Zhang Caiwei said.

"Didn't the future of practitioners mean that there is a saint born? How could it be a great evil?" Yi Yan was puzzled. The horizon in the east had turned white, but their hidden weapons were still dark.

"I don't know, I heard that Hu Gua Xian was killed by the future saint." Zhang Caiwei said.

"How could this happen?" Yi Yan said in surprise.

"How can a saint be seen and calculated?" Zhang Caiwei said.

Yi Yan thought to himself: "It was calculated thirty years ago, but now it is still more than seventy years before the calculated saint's birth. But what does this great evil mean? Is it the great evil of all practitioners?"

"Then do you feel that something serious is happening?" Yi Yan asked.

After hearing this, Zhang Caiwei suddenly glanced at Yi Yan. This glance made Yi Yan feel awesome. The vegan Taoist robe she was wearing fought against three powerful monks in a short time just now. The serious and serious look had not yet subsided in Yi Yan's heart. Now, this sudden glance seemed like a fragrant flower blooming in his heart, and it seemed to touch the hidden string in his heart, making his heart beat suddenly.

"The practitioners in the whole world are in panic. Do you still say there is any serious evil?" Zhang Caiwei said, Yi Yan was slightly stunned. Zhang Caiwei continued: "I heard that all Western practitioners have disappeared. You are also a practitioner now. You have to remember that as long as you see those who preach Western thoughts everywhere, you must kill them."

"Why?"

"Because that is the idea of ​​breaking the Dharma, those Western practitioners disappeared from the idea of ​​breaking the Dharma and eventually perished." Zhang Caiwei said.

Yi Yan remembered that Wang Su had said similar things, and he still did that. He had forgotten it, but now he heard Zhang Caiwei say this again, and immediately remembered it.

The already vague memory became clear in this moment, and it seemed to be stained with the smell of iron and blood.

Zhang Caiwei's emotions came and went quickly, and she was there again looking at the sword carefully. It was the sword from Qicheng, Shushan, and the sword body had two big characters - Qicheng.

When I watched it up close, I saw the sword's sharp edge. Zhang Caiwei bent her finger and flicked the sword body, making a cold and crisp sound.

"The sword in Shushan is unparalleled." Zhang Caiwei said: "You also have a sword, let me see."

Yi Yan took it out and she pulled it out, and the faint sword was floating in the void.

"Hey, it's Lingjian, Taiping. I seem to have heard of this name. Where have you heard it?" Zhang Caiwei pressed her white and tender cheeks with her fingers, pressed a dimples, and said in confusion.

Yi Yan was excited. He always wanted to know the origin of the sword to understand what his father had experienced. He heard Yuanyuan say that that night that the sword was cast by her uncle, but she couldn't say it clearly, and Yi Yan didn't really believe what she said.

"Have you heard of it? Have you ever heard of the name Yi Liangkang?" Yi Yan asked.

"Yi Liangkang, I seem to have heard of it." Zhang Caiwei said thoughtfully, but her voice was not sure.

Just as Yi Yan was about to ask again, she had already interrupted: "Oh, don't ask anymore, I can't remember." She picked up the book "The Analects of Confucius" and looked at it.

Yi Yan had no choice but to suppress the throbbing in his heart and asked, "Which sect is that Liang Qingshui from? His method of practice seems to be different from ours?"

"You don't know this."

Yi Yan's head shook like a wave drum.

"Then let this Tianshi Master come to help you solve your doubts. You must remember that no matter what kind of Taoist fruit you will cultivate in the future, the source of the Taoist fruit comes from this Tianshi Master." She said seriously. Yi Yan knew that she was playing, but also cooperated with him and said: "It must be certain, and the disciples will definitely not forget your kindness of Master Zhang."

"Well, it's good to have this heart. Listen to it. There are five kinds of Tao fruits in this world, and there are thousands of practitioners and thousands of methods, but the ultimate root is these five kinds of Tao fruits."

"What five kinds of Taoist fruits?" Yi Yan asked anxiously.
Chapter completed!