When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

After Zhao Qing once rescued the leader of the Seven Spirits Sect, in order to ensure that the news was true, he asked the leader of the Seven Spirits Sect to relax and let her invade the soul and intercept the memory fragments.

So she knew Shenxiu Mountain well.

"It's Medicine King Ginger." Zhao Qing blurted out.

"If this thing matures, it will be covered by three thousand swords for more than ten miles."

"If it is refined into the Nine-Revolution Sword Pill, the person who takes it can reverse his physique and turn into an innate sword embryo!"

"This thing is so magical that even if it lasted for three days and three nights, it wouldn't be enough to describe it."

The words just fell.

There was a snap.

Zhao Qing quickly broke the ginger, which was like a ruby ​​and reflected red light, into two halves.

Spicy and pungent…

As soon as I smelled it, I felt like there were invisible hands holding a silver needle for repairing clothes and quickly piercing my nose...

Zhao Qing threw half of it into his wine gourd.

The other half was handed to Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao seemed to feel the resentment coming from Sword Intent Ginger.

Just now I was praising others.

As a result, he turned around and broke the person in half.

Zhao Qing shook the wine gourd and took a sip. He felt refreshed and energetic.

The wine was stronger and more spicy.

Take one sip and feel warm all over your body.

Dispelling cold and forging the body... Just like before, just one mouthful could cause the heaven and earth to roar and the sword intent to pour out.

"Good wine!" Zhao Qing praised.

Li Changxiao also used it to make wine.

After one sip, the whole body is refreshed and excited, and all sleepiness disappears.

Good wine indeed.

And it will have unimaginable benefits for your future practice.

"Didn't you understand two kinds of sword intent?"

"In the future, if you just drink and don't practice, your sword will will continue to rise."

Zhao Qing said.

"I'm sure that's the case." Li Changxiao said, "Drinking this kind of wine is too wasteful to use for sleeping. It's just delicious for killing people. With one sip of wine and a sword, you can kill people thousands of miles away without leaving a trace!"

"White clothes are not stained with blood... That is really a free traveler in the world." Listening to Li Changxiao's description, Zhao Qing murmured as the corresponding scene appeared in his mind.

"The sword intent has indeed increased." Li Changxiao felt the changes in his body carefully.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Zhao Qing had lost the previous laziness, and was replaced by a cautiousness as if facing a powerful enemy.

Li Changxiao looked along her line of sight.

I saw them on a mountain road more than ten meters away.

A bald old monk walked up the bluestone stairs step by step towards the top of the mountain.

The monk wore cassocks, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and recited some kind of scripture while walking.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary monk.

Sensing the gazes of the two men, the old monk looked over.

After just a few glances, he continued to move forward with his head down.

"Killer?" Li Changxiao asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qing nodded, silently unscrewed the cork, and took a sip of wine. In addition to the spiciness, the wine also had a bit of bitterness.

She is Zhao Qing and Mu Qin.

It was such a joy to see my true self and explore the beauty of heaven and earth.

But now, this monk appears.

It brought her back to reality.

Days like this...

How many days are left?

The invisible net seems to be tightening.

"He doesn't seem to recognize you." Li Changxiao said with a frown.

Zhao Qing nodded and drank the wine.

Li Changxiao said again: "Are you sure... facing such an opponent, I can help you resolve the deadlock?"

This old monk is not simple at first glance.

Zhao Qing was in a daze and smiled bitterly, "I'm not sure. Maybe the magical power didn't take effect at all. Meeting you was purely an accident..."

This time.

Zhao Qing was shaken.

The old monk has come a long way and achieved this. Wasn't he a legendary super genius when he was young?

Compare the two…

Li Changxiao's record of slaying dragons was really not that good.

What's more, he is not the only one who wants to kill him.

Zhao Qing was filled with bitterness. At this moment, the sound of conversation was heard in the distance.

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Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound as the swords collided.

There was a fight.

"Come on, why don't you watch the excitement?" Li Changxiao urged.

Zhao Qing quickly calmed down.

Regardless of the outcome.

Cherish the moment.

The old monk didn't recognize him just now, and it was impossible for him to recognize himself, which proved that he was still safe.

The two of them followed the sound.

I saw the three-meter-tall strong man fighting with a prince who came up the mountain in person.

Using only mortal martial arts, the two fought inextricably.

The monk bathes his body with spiritual energy every day. Even if he seals all his cultivation and physique, his reflexes and strength... can still far exceed those of ordinary people.

The martial arts skills of the two are actually good, because most monks will practice martial arts before practicing Taoism, using martial arts to build their bodies and lay the foundation for Taoism.

"Bang!"

The next moment.

The sword in the prince's hand flew up, pushing away the terrifying and murderous knife that was larger than the others, and then cut off the opponent's finger, declaring victory.

"What a powerful sword intent!"

"It actually overcame my ferocious sword intention, I am convinced."

The three-meter-tall man threw a yellow-brown object, turned around and left.

The prince smiled faintly and took the yellow-brown thing.

My heart felt hot.

I got the King of Medicine Ginseng.

If it weren't for the legendary life-extending treasure of Medicine King Ginseng, he would have swallowed it himself.

Three hundred years... is not a short period of time.

"The spiritual energy is exhausted, but mystical means such as sword intent can still be used."

"So when it comes to swordsmanship and swordsmanship, one person has one sword, one person has one sword. Even if one does not use spiritual energy, one can walk on the rivers and lakes and be almost invincible."

"I'm afraid only the top martial arts masters in the world can compete with one or two."

Zhao Qing murmured, then looked at Li Changxiao: "I've seen your Jiang Python Sword Intent. To be honest, it can only be considered below average and is not among the three thousand sword intents."

Speaking of this, she asked curiously: "But I have never seen your other sword intention. How is your sword intention? But the sword intention on the sword intention list?"

Li Changxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that Zhao Qing thought too highly of himself.

He took a sip of wine and replied: "It's just ordinary. Fuyao Tianxia's list of three thousand sword intentions, any kind of sword intention in it requires extremely high talent and understanding."

"It even requires a sword body..."

"With my qualifications, how can I learn from them?"

Li Changxiao laughed at himself.

Then, he added faintly, "But, whatever suits you is the best. It doesn't matter if it doesn't make the list."

Before the prince could cover up the hot medicine king ginseng, someone else heard the noise and came looking for it, reaching out to ask for it.

The two sides fought together again without saying a word.

Li Changxiao and Li Changxiao were watching the excitement and chatting from a distance apart.

Zhao Qing replied: "Actually, talent is secondary. The biggest threshold for these sword powers is the master's inheritance."

"Even if your understanding is low, you will still have a chance to understand if your master teaches you for hundreds or thousands of years."

“I just don’t know how deep or far it can go.”

Li Changxiao understood and nodded.

There are many things about Taoism that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

in other words……

Teachers are the most precious and scarce resource in the spiritual world!

Spiritual stone? Treasure?

The priority is far lower than that of teachers.

At first, when he heard this point of view, he found it extremely difficult to accept it.

What is so hard to find in a teacher? Wouldn't it be enough to just go to the class and listen to the lecture? Generally, monks with a good reputation will preach from the pulpit from time to time.

Only after getting into real contact with practice did I realize that this was not the case.

A great teacher, with the same resources, can train students to a higher level or several smaller levels than students without a teacher.

The combat effectiveness is even more inconclusive.

The world of spiritual practice.

"It's hard to find a teacher."

In the face of this complex cultivation system, real information is never circulated, just like the sword intentions on the Three Thousand Sword Intentions list...