MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 699 Sword of meaning

Chapter 677: Sword of Intent

Dan Chenzi held the empty bottle and slowly returned to the view. The women's crown and Taoist priests shouted Brother Dan Chenzi respectfully and respectfully, which made him regain a little confidence.

The slowness is waiting for the bruises and bruises on the face to fade away. As a top S-class, skin trauma can be recovered instantly. It is not good to look back at this kind of face, it will destroy the image of "Brother Dan Chenzi".

"One and two are so desperate." Dan Chenzi whispered in response to greetings from the same door, "What time is it, living carefree, and living with quality is the pursuit of modern people."

Often lingering on the edge of life and death, what is so proud, but not the era of Wufu.

As a Taoist disciple, one must follow the will of the mind, cultivate one's self-cultivation, and unite nature and humanity. Longevity is the fundamental pursuit of practice.

He slowly walked back to his yard and pushed open the door of the house on the right. There was a variety of groceries in the room. A large tank was placed in the corner. The rubber band was wrapped in hard plastic. The mouth of the tank was sealed tightly. real.

Remove the outer sandbag, unfasten the rubber bands, open the plastic cloth, Dan Chenzi spooned a spoonful of red and bright liquor, first took a sip, then drank it dry, and sipped his mouth, "It's delicious."

Starting last year, he tried to make his own wine, which is the most common type of farm rice wine. At first, because he was a novice, his skills were not enough, and he didn't make it successfully.

This is the third tank. After summing up the previous two failed experiences, finally produced a successful work.

This is to cope with the old Taoist priest, who is a drunk and unhappy alcoholic. The old Taoist priest does not drink wine or beer, but only drinks white wine and rice wine. Peach blossom stuffed.

Dan Chenzi thought about it, thinking that instead of racking his brains to make him wine, it would be better to brew it by himself and get plenty of food. The old Taoist admired his ideas and found them feasible.

This tank of wine is not ready, and it takes a while to ferment, but it can't hold the sweet taste in the early stage. Dan Chenzi will come to drink a little every day, drink a little, and drink a little more. .

Dan Chenzi remembered his agreement with the old Taoist priest and stood hesitating for a long time in front of the wine tank.

Fill an empty wine bottle with red sweet wine and go out happily.

Dan Chenzi spends most of his time wandering, reading in the shade of a tree in the summer, curling up in a quilt in the winter, and sleeping in a quilt. In such a spring season, it is most comfortable to sit on the rocks surrounded by wild flowers and drink. s Choice.

As a carefree, zealous Taoist priest, he will not spend too much time on qi and vision.

He carried a wine bottle and fluttered his sleeves. He walked out of the Taoist Temple in the warm mountain breeze in the spring and walked towards the top of the mountain. He planned to drink and watch the scenery under the big pine tree. Have a quiet and peaceful afternoon.

The mountain breeze sent the fragrance of wild flowers and the sobriety of the earth, and also the faint fragrance of the beauty.

Under the huge pine and cypress, on the rock, stood a hair with high pulls, and the robe could hardly cover the plump female crown.

She had a fair complexion, a healthy flush on her cheeks, delicate features, and a gentle temperament.

"Sister Qinghui Zi," Dan Chenzi strode over and sat down beside her. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring a cup."

Qing Huizi shook his head, his voice soft: "Drinking alcohol is not allowed inside."

"Did I come out?" Dan Chenzi did not care. He had never thought of sharing sweet wine with Qing Huizi, just politely.

It is important for women to have wine.

No one spoke, Dan Chenzi drank his wine, blowing the refreshing wind, basking in the sun, and looking at the beautiful scenery.

Qing Huizi was silent, looking far into the distance, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

"You seem to have a mind," Dan Chenzi said.

Hesitating for a moment, Qing Huizi nodded: "The palm teaches the real person to give instructions yesterday. All the disciples of Shangqing who traveled abroad immediately returned to the mountain and did not return for more than a week.

Dan Chenzi was startled: "Is this still happening? Why don't I know."

Qing Huizi looked down slightly and looked at him: "Brother Dan Chenzi rationally looked at internal affairs?"

Dan Chenzi was a little embarrassed immediately.

He is a top S-class. It is said that he can hold power in the Shangqing school and properly teach his heirs. However, he has always been outside the power circle of the Qing dynasty.

"Before the moon goes down, you are at ease. Leisure clouds and wild cranes, no matter how old you are," Dan Chenzi said leisurely.

Qing Huizi continued: "My brother didn't respond, the phone didn't get through, and the chat software didn't reply. After he went down the mountain, he never contacted Shimen and never contacted me, just like ... the world evaporates. "

"Dan Yunzi has only traveled down the mountain for more than a month, and he is not a child. He thinks about home all day long, and it does not mean that he cannot be contacted for the time being." Dan Chenzi comforted.

"But if he hasn't heard from the teacher, he can't come within a week ....." Qing Huizi bit her lip, showing her pitiful and delicate posture.

"That would be vulgar." Dan Chenzi was a waning desire and did not arouse the gentleness of men.

"However, the teacher taught me to recall my colleagues who traveled abroad?" Dan Chenzi was puzzled.

Qing Huizi shook his head and guessed: "It's probably that the outside world hasn't been very peaceful these days. I want my disciples to come back to the school to avoid it."

The so-called unevenness naturally refers to that broken thing of Baoze.

...

Mountainside, humble earthen house.

An open space was swept up in front of the Tsuchiya, and an old bamboo chair was set up. The old priest lay on the table and chair, basking in the warm sunlight of the afternoon, his face and skin reflecting the sunlight, black and black.

Li Peiyun glanced at the old Taoist priest and went into the earthen house. On the left was the bedroom, a simple wooden bed and a thin quilt. On the right is the kitchen, the soil stove, the side of the stove is a large tank for water, and the side of the water tank is a small tank for rice.

Old Taoist priests should rarely be ridiculous, because the earthen stove does not look greasy despite the accumulation of black ash.

This reminded Li Peiyun of poor and backward rural areas in the 1960s and 1970s.

The Shangqing faction is a big faction in the Dao-Fo Association. It can receive generous government grants every year, and tourist attractions also have dividends. They are not short of money.

There is no need to let an old man live this kind of poverty.

Li Peiyun left Tsuchiya and thought about it: "I can give tens of thousands more to worship."

The old priest sneered, "What is the use of my money?"

"You can buy wine."

"with honesty...."

Li Peiyun immediately said, "How can I cultivate the Yin God, and then make it into the sword of Yi, like Dan Chenzi?"

"Dan Chenzi is an example."

"Case?"

The old Taoist watched him: "Dan Chenzi has had schizophrenia since he was a child. If you want to learn, you can first try to split your personality."

This ... Li Peiyun's face was dull, and a strong loss surged. When he got to his realm, he had a firm will and could suffer from schizophrenia.

Then he thought about another question. Since he couldn't be like Dan Chenzi, what was the significance of his learning from the old Taoist priests?

Hello, can I get my money back?

"But I can guide you to practice the sword of meaning." Said the old Taoist.

"Guide me!" Li Peiyun raised an eyebrow subconsciously, showing a proud and lonely look.

The reason why he wanted to worship was to learn the kind of mutation and special sword of Dan Chenzi. But if it is the normal version of the sword of meaning, Li Peiyun does not think he needs someone to teach.

He can rely on himself to learn the three talented swordsmanship and step into the half-step genius, the arrogant arrogant.

Pride is one of his greatest character traits.

"Famous teachers are better than self-study." The old Taoist said: "The outside world calls you a demon passer. In fact, you have not been instructed accordingly. Everything is based on your own exploration and contemplation."

"I have a relationship with Wang Chen, so I will give you a pointer or two. I will not teach you if I change to someone else."

Li Peiyun said helplessly: "Senior, your mental strength may not be as strong as me, how to teach?"

After speaking, he saw the old Taoist haha ​​laugh. In the wild laughter, he raised his skinny right hand and pointed it like a sword, pressing it on his brows.

This is the starting position of the Sword of Summoning, which Li Peiyun can't be more familiar with.

He stood still and defended silently.

The old Taoist sword finger paused, and after a short charge, he pointed at Li Peiyun far away.

Rumble!

Li Peiyun heard the sound of thunder, and it reverberated and occupied the sea of ​​knowledge. At the next moment, no thoughts were left, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

...

In March, the night began to be sluggish. After using dinner, Qing Huizi did not return to his yard and walked on the bluestone slab paved path, intending to find the real master Tonghai, the brother and sister.

In front of the Sanqing Hall, I met Danger Langdang, who was dangling everywhere.

Looking at Dan Zhaizi in his hand, Qing Huizi whispered, "Brother Dan Chenzi."

Her gaze fell on the food container.

"I'm going to deliver food to the older generation." Dan Chenzi said.

Qing Huizi nodded, and the two passed by.

She went into the small courtyard of Tonghai, not far from home.

squeak....

The wooden door made a soothing sound, and the small courtyard was quiet. Qing Huizi glanced left and right, the door was tightly closed, and there was no light in the window.

Master is not here?

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It was as if someone was stuck in the thick sputum in the throat and could hardly breathe.

The voice came from Master's room. Qing Huizi came to the door and shouted, "Master?"

No one answered, and the sound of tweet in the room became more intense.

Qing Huizi sank in his heart and pushed open the unlocked room door. He saw a Taoist with disheveled hair and messy hair kneeling beside the bed. He painfully covered his throat and made a loud noise.

The room was dark, with a shawl, and she could not see her face, but she immediately recognized it as her master.

"Master, what's wrong with you ..." Qing Huizi was startled and stepped forward to check.

At this time, the real person in Tonghai raised his face, it was a beast-like face, with ugly blood vessels raised on his face, and his skin was bright red as if bleeding. The white teeth flowed with saliva, and the pupils turned into scarlet, **** And cruel.

(End of this chapter)