Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

Looking at the ruins in the Taoist temple, Ye Xiang felt as if something was guiding him in front of him.

As he walked further and further away, Lin Feng was a mage after all. Although he had been exercising his body in the gravity room during this time, compared with Ye Xiang, he was naturally not a star and a half behind, and he couldn't keep up with his footsteps.

After thinking about it, he might as well stop and wait outside for him to come back.

Here, there should be no danger.

Ten minutes later, Ye Xiang came to a relatively well-preserved Taoist temple.

Push open the dusty door for a long time.

For some reason, Ye Xiang suddenly had an inexplicable familiar feeling in his heart.

On the incense sandalwood, enshrines the ashes-fallen portrait of the Supreme Master, the chopping board is full of dust, the Taishi chairs are neatly placed on both sides, and the teacups that have not been folded are placed on the table.

As if there was something urgent that year, he went out.

The scene in front of him was as if he had seen it in a dream, Ye Xiang frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

This is the first time I have felt this way.

He looked at the portrait of Taishang Laojun, kneeling three times and knocking nine times as before.

Ye wanted to know that he was different from the Taoist priests in the past. He had no one to teach, no master, and no predecessors to lead the way.

Even senior Qingyunzi still explored and practiced on his own, telling himself not to imitate the practice of his predecessors, but to step out of his own path of celestial master.

But whenever thinking of this, Ye Xiang becomes a little silent.

The way he is walking, is it true?

Daoyi state of mind, he chose the inhumanity of heaven and earth. When Longchang realized Taoism, it was the afterglow of a sage who realized the suffering and state of mind of the unity of knowledge and action.

Qingyunzi also said that the celestial masters of the past have never been like him.

But such a heavy responsibility falls on himself.

Ye Xiang stood up at this moment, and the feeling in the dark suddenly became much clearer.

A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, as if a touch of spirit was pulling him.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the innate dao formation that I saw pulling me when I broke through the second rank before, but compared to the two, one is like a star, and the other is like a bright moon.

After he got up, he walked in the direction of the tractor.

Opening the side door, a corridor greets you.

At the end of the corridor, Ye Xiang saw a dragon head in the distance at a glance. On the dragon head was an incense altar in the shape of a small bronze tripod.

The Dragon Head Incense is a stone beam that extends nearly three meters in the air, and below it is a cliff of ten thousand zhang.

In a trance, Ye Xiang saw three sticks of incense burning on the bronze incense altar, and it was the strands of incense that drew him here.

But when he came closer, he noticed that there was no so-called incense in the small bronze tripod. The previous scene affected him like a hallucination.

Ye Xiang looked at Longtouxiang in front of him, he was a little puzzled, but he still raised his hand to hold Ziwu Jue.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, in the dimness, Ye Xiang seemed to hear a "benevolent" sound, and a wisp of green smoke rose from the small bronze tripod and flew towards the cliff on one side.

Only then did Ye Xiang see an old mahogany sword on the cliff.

When the green smoke rolled, the mahogany sword, which had been placed for an unknown number of years, shook and suddenly fell downwards.

Ye Xiang's face changed, and he jumped up without saying a word, using Taoism to resist the wind, leaving the corridor and flying to the cliff.

When he was only one meter away from the mahogany sword, he immediately cast Tai Chi, and the cloud swept across, and the mahogany sword fell into his hand like a sword.

The wisp of green smoke also flowed from Taomu Jian's body, along the rock climbing arm, into Ye Xiang's eyebrows.

For a moment, a middle-aged Taoist with long flowing hair in a white robe seemed to appear in his mind.

This Taoist held an identical peach-wood sword and performed a set of sword tactics.

The wind blows the lotus, swaying from side to side, flying clouds and flowing water, passing through continuously, stepping and hanging.

Ye Xiang found that this set of swordsmanship seems to be born out of the principles of Taoist gossip, it looks elegant, but it is true every step of the way.

Just at this moment, a sword formula appeared in my mind.

"Hun Yuan Qi, Chun Yang is dispatched."

"The immortal guides the way, and Kuixing writes."

"Embrace the moon day and day, and the Changhong circles the sky..."

After comprehending and memorizing all the sword formulas, Ye Xiang opened his eyes, only to find that he was still in the middle of the cliff after only a split second.

Yufeng quickly returned to the corridor, only to look at the mahogany sword in his hand with some understanding.

Chunyang Sword Art, the figure that appeared in my mind earlier, isn't it Lu Zu of the Taoist sect?

There is a blue smoke in the dragon head, and the sword heart is left to continue the pure yang.

Ye Xiang looked at the mahogany sword in his hand. It looked very old, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was just a bad appearance, but the whole sword was full of Taoism, and there was no sign of being broken.

He raised his hand and cast the Chunyang Sword Art, and in an instant, a white sword gang roared up and fell off the cliff.

Ye Xiang couldn't help but widen his eyes, the power of this sword is much higher than the power of his own sword talisman!

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked to Longtou Xiang, who had completely lost all sense of morality, raised his hand seriously and said, "Disciple Ye Xiang, thank Lu Zu for pointing out the Chunyang sword."

This sword formula can actually point directly at the Pure Yang Sword Intent. Although I have comprehended the Sword Art, there is obviously still a long way to go before comprehending the Pure Yang Sword Intent.

I don't know why, but at this moment, Ye Xiang wanted to go to the battlefield.

During this period of time, it was indeed enough.

I got used to fighting on the battlefield, and went back to school again. I can practice retreat, but if I don’t kill aliens, I always feel that something is missing.

Holding the mahogany sword tightly, his eyes are deep.

The last ray of Taoism in Wudang Mountain is in this Chunyang wooden sword. Naturally, he wants to show this ray of Taoism to other races, and the inheritance of Taoism will not be broken!

He can't restore the Taoist inheritance for the time being, but it doesn't mean he can't do anything.

The only ones still fighting on the front lines are Mocheng in the north and Bajun in Jingzhou in the southwest.

The northern ice demon alien race has been restless, fighting on a small scale from time to time.

On the southwest side, since Jingzhou was taken down, the combination of the Hitomi and Horned Ghost races has become more and more obvious, which is equivalent to being hit on both sides, so Berkshire will definitely take it down.

Lin Feng also said this before, so Ye Xiang is a little confused now. Logically speaking, Berkshire will either let the Ace Snake Troop pass or let the Killing Squad pass. It is impossible for there to be no movement like this.

In the past years, if they wanted to celebrate the New Year with peace of mind, the foreign race would never let the Huaxia human race breathe!

But Ye Xiang is the one who beheaded the reserve team after all, he can't act on his own without instructions, and he will go to Jingzhou Longchang to practice in a few days.

Ye Xiang turned around and went back the same way. When he walked out of the hall, he saw Lin Feng waiting at the door.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the small mountains and the scenery that is hard to see in ordinary times.

Seemingly hearing the footsteps behind him, Lin Feng turned his head and noticed the mahogany sword in Ye Xiang's hand at a glance, and asked involuntarily, "Are you done shopping?"

"Yeah." Ye Xiang nodded.