MTL - Blue Sky Sword-Chapter 5 Waiting for Your Highness!

(1)

Feng Yin stepped into the room, two heads were exposed in horror from the door, and seeing that it was Feng Yin, he sighed in relief and quickly retracted.

The wind was louder in the air.

The woo woo blows harder and harder.

Until later, it was like the wind passing through the forest and sea, and all the mountains were singing in unison.

The voice of the white-clothed woman Qingyue was a little angry, and it came from a distance: "Emperor Zi, you have crossed the border. This is Qingming's territory. As a Yan person, what qualifications do you have to intervene in Qindi's affairs!"

"I live in seclusion in Qin, but what does it have to do with you Yanren?!"

The majestic voice of Emperor Zi was like thunder, and he said, "People in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world. It's not reasonable to hide in the world, and it's even against the agreement of the emperor back then; anyone can manage it!"

The woman sneered and said, "The righteousness is dignified, but if it weren't for the fact that this Southern Border Daqi was at war with Daqin, you, Emperor Zi, would you really dare to go deep alone, wouldn't you be afraid of coming and going?"

The Purple Emperor laughed: "Why don't you dare? A mere Qingming can do anything to me? Since His Majesty has been hidden from the world for two hundred years, why is it in such a hurry... and stay for a while, how about you and me getting drunk? "

As he was talking, suddenly there was a loud roar.

Immediately, the hurricane passed, and countless treetops suddenly flew away from the wind print.

Feng Yin rolled his eyes and raised his head, staring blankly at the night sky above his head, and the stars winked at him indifferently.

Where is the huge roof that I was still there just now?

——The roof actually flew away with a bang just now...

Level 0 smoke plumes up to the sky... Level 3 leaves moving red flags... Level 8 wind blows branches off, Level 9 roof tiles fly...

Oh shit!

Fengyin took a breath, the battle between the two of them in the sky actually caused me to have at least a ninth-level wind here!

There was a rustling sound from the house next to it, like two old sows who were extremely frightened, trembling as if hugging each other and constantly sifting chaff...

In the distance, there was a tumultuous sound similar to the collapse of a mountain.

Obviously, the two have the right move.

In one move, the ground also collapsed and the mountains were devastated.

The sound of fighting was intermittent, some were clear, some were very vague.

With a snap, a big bird weighing several tens of pounds was shaken off by the aftermath of the battle, and fell headfirst in front of Feng Yin, with its neck broken.

"I am Cao!"

Feng Yin's scalp is numb.

It can't be done without a roof. This thing rushed into his room and committed suicide in front of him!

Is it because I don't eat meat all the year round, so I can't even see the sky?

The majestic voice sounded again during the rumbling of the world, and Emperor Zi said, "Your Majesty's cultivation seems to have regressed a lot, and Zi is inexplicably surprised, and the chance to drink with His Majesty is not small!"

The white-clothed woman Qingyue's voice said, "Emperor Zi, I have written down your invitation today. When he comes to me for the appointment, I hope you, Dayan, can bear my return!"

The voice went farther and farther, and the aftertaste was hundreds of miles away.

Emperor Zi laughed: "The fate is today, why do you have to wait to come to Japan? This seat is very happy with wine today, why should Your Majesty spoil the fun, drink the wine together, enjoy the kindness and hatred, it should be at this time, Your Majesty rests, I come also!"

With a cold snort, it was already unknown how far away.

The hurricane whistled, and the Purple Emperor was clearly chasing after him.

However, because of the actions of these two people, the whole town, the trees and the trees, bowed down collectively to pay homage, and the branches kept snapping and breaking; on the countless roofs, the tiles were lifted one by one, and the roofs flew away with a squeak...

Several of the old houses that were in disrepair collapsed suddenly, and the smoke and dust rushed up, and then they were blown away by the strong hurricane.

The wind whistled, but the voices of the Purple Emperor and the woman in white could no longer be heard.

The dark night has returned to silence.

The whole town returned to a dead silence, and no one dared to complain about the loss of his house and the fright he received in the night.

Human life, under the battle of such a strong man, is like an ant.

Incredible.

This is a chaotic world, I would rather be a dog of a prosperous world than a person in a chaotic world, it's more than just talking!

Feng Yin sat on the ground with his legs spread apart and remained motionless for a while, still feeling his heart beating wildly, dizzy, white light flickering in front of his eyes, and the colors were drifting away.

After a long time, I felt that the roar in my ears finally disappeared, but it was still dull and unpleasant.

He opened his mouth vigorously and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. It seemed that he heard the "empty" sound of the eardrum returning to its original position, and the feeling gradually recovered.

"This is too... too scary..."

Feng Yin took a breath: Is this the pinnacle cultivator in this world?

This one shot is an earth-shattering, earth-shattering mighty impact...

After thinking of his shallow cultivation, Feng Yin felt more and more that he was... too weak.

"I still need to continue to develop honestly and wretchedly with my tail between..."

"I'm counting on you..."

Windmark touched an empty rope in his neck.

Then look up at the bedroom that is now a panoramic sunroof...

In the other room, the third brother Xu and the fourth brother Xu got their heads and upper body under the bed, and their big butts were trembling outside...

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(2)

Fengyin Divine Consciousness just entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly felt a faint flash of a person.

Eye-catching.

I saw a Taoist man in Tsing Yi, standing high in the sky with positive and negative hands, looking at himself with deep eyes.

Feng Yin only felt a shock in his heart, and he was instantly lost in the boundless starry sky...

Leaning slightly, the Daoist smiled slightly, turning into starlight and dissipating.

A word, leisurely, seems to have come from thousands of years ago, ethereal.

"Waiting for Jun Ling Xiaori, make a knife for me!"

Fengyin only felt a trance, and the Spiritual Transformation Sutra in his mind had already begun to automatically turn pages.

"The Book of Hualing".

"…All things are born, all beings are equal; there is a way to cultivate immortals and attain the Tao; some are noble and some are humble; good fortune is clear, but the Tao is unfair; cultivating my Dharma, enlightening all souls; a thousand perils, a line of eternal life. . . . …”

Fengyin carefully watched the general outline of the opening chapter of the "Hua Lingjing", and had a faint feeling in his heart.

"Enlighten that everything has a spirit? Give everything a chance to live forever? Like humans? All beings are equal?"

"...I seem to understand a little bit."

Feng Yin pondered for a long time.

"I don't know which of the predecessors learned about the fortune-telling exercises. It is so magical. The main idea of ​​this scripture seems to be that all living beings are equal, that all living beings have the opportunity to obtain the Tao, and they all have the road to immortality... ...This seems to be a bit like a Buddhist teaching?"

Then look on.

"...Every flower and one leaf have the appearance of ascending to the sky, every grass and one tree have the predestined relationship of being sanctified; mountains and rivers have their own intelligence, how can animals be ruthless; since they are living beings in the world, there is no such thing as noble or inferior; both are good fortune. Son, what is the difference between high and low?"

"I would like to cut the line of good fortune and enlighten all spirits in the world; the heart of the Dao is not obliterated, and I will gather all spirits to become enlightened."

"The scripture of transforming the spirit, the beginning of the great road."

"..."

When opening the Spiritual Transformation Scripture, the first thing that comes to mind is this passage.

It seems that the creator of this exercise is expounding his point of view.

Fengyin realizes that he has a good understanding of literature, and there is nothing difficult for him to understand about these sayings.

Only the last sentence left him puzzled for a while.

"There is no way to exist, only the small can know the big; the nine-fold scripture of transforming the spirit, I only reach the seventh layer; the law is passed from me, and the road is at your feet..."

This sentence seems to be a little confusing.

"Looking at the meaning of this sentence, it should be the creator of this practice, who only created the first seven levels of this practice, and he didn't create the latter?"

"It's a bit like... a little bit like a certain sect taught by an old gentleman, but the founder of that sect's magic, apart from the first six levels that he has completed his own cultivation, still has no doubts about the last seventh level. There is a lot of insight and imagination, and it is targeted, although there are many fallacies, but most of them are correct."

"Can the one who created the Spiritual Transformation Sutra have no further research on the later exercises that he has been involved in. There is only one sentence left when he has reached the peak of his practice, and he will create it himself? Wouldn't that mean that I should use myself as a testing ground? , Cross the river by feeling the stones?!"

"This Nima is a bit of a pit..."

Feng Yin said that his teeth were itchy, and he really wanted to bite something to vent.

However, for now, this Spirit Transformation Sutra must be practiced, and I have no choice at all.

Because no matter how you say this Spirit Transformation Sutra, it is much stronger than the Juntian Hand Killer-style exercise that he is currently practicing.

What's more, this is the golden finger that I have been looking forward to for ten years...

Even if it was a social animal life who had no light in the previous life, he would have to finish walking on his knees. What's more, the future is destined to be bright now!

But that master said, when I reach the sky, I will cut him with a knife.

People are waiting.

Then there is nothing to say.

"Practice... I think this practice method can't be cultivated to the highest level even if it is extremely poor in a lifetime, no matter what, there is still the seventh level. As long as you achieve something, you can also have a foundation of great power. Faster cultivation progress is much better, people, you have to learn to be content.”

Fengyin made up his mind, Xinhu stopped making waves, so he began to focus on the first level of the Spiritual Transformation Sutra.

"... Heaven is divided into yin and yang, the earth has heaven and earth, the purple air rushes into the sky, and all things breed..."

Feng Yin's mind turned, and while nodding secretly, she couldn't help but sigh.

"There is really no good thing in the world to reach the sky in one step. Where can there be a means of transforming living beings as soon as you get started... The first stage is just gathering spirits, but think about it, you need to be **** yourself. If you want to transform living beings, Naturally, you need your own cultivation base to be strong, if you don’t have enough foundational foundations, how can you change your life, the foundation is always the last word, and the result is a process before…”

"However, the process of gathering spirits is quite interesting. In the process of practicing the first level, we are constantly enlightening the living beings. In this constant enlightenment process, we can gather the wisdom of the living beings to the greatest extent possible... In other words, That is, to make animals smarter? A little bit smarter? Strengthened step by step? Eventually the quantity changes and the quality changes?"

Feng Yin suddenly thought: "If that's the case... Wouldn't it be a good way to open a pet shop? Not only can it make money, but it's also very popular with women... It's very easy to pick up girls..."

"Hey...this is a good idea~www.novelbuddy.com~ not bad...I stay hidden in the city, don't attract attention, live in peace, and get better every day...I'm afraid of being jealous...others are nothing..."

"Spiritual Transformation Scripture... Transformation of Spirit... Actually, I have to reach the fifth level, the realm of enlightenment, so that I can truly enlighten living beings and derive cultivation techniques; c'mon, at this stage, I am required to have at least the Xuanxian level. Cultivation? What is Xuanxian? It sounds like a tall, out of reach... I'm going to make a big move... play with me?"

"The seventh level of spiritual transformation, um, the seventh level of spiritual transformation can transform a living being with spiritual wisdom into a high-level cultivator... Sharp, isn't this the reborn, incarnated human form in the previous life's online novel, or even a Directly transform into an immortal? I'll go... This is a bit powerful, but why does it feel so unreliable..."

"I traveled through a plane of fantasy, not a plane of immortality, boss... These realms don't exist in this world, boss, it seems that they are really going to kill me..."

However, as the only golden finger, how can you not practice?

Still the same sentence, even if you know it's a life with a cup, even if you have tears in your eyes, you have to walk on your knees!

What's more, that sentence gave Feng Yin the greatest confidence.

Waiting for Jun Lingxiao's day...

Ling Xiaosun!

Lingxiao Sun!

There's a lot of responsibility on my shoulders.

He closed his eyes and started to stimulate the spiritual energy in his body according to the first level of the spiritual practice.

The aura is as slow as an old cow climbing a hill.

It was very difficult, stumbling and stumbling, and it took a full cup of tea, and it was barely able to run for a week. Feng Yin himself was sweating profusely.

But from the second Sunday...

Feng Yin was suddenly shocked!

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[I want to grab the sofa in this chapter! 】