These words puzzled Fan Qiao, trying to understand Su Jing’s idea of talking about the law of leaving the mountain for a long time. Su Jing finally heard what he was interested in. "Follow the example and break the law?" Talk about it carefully! "

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The three corpses are interested in their conversation, chatting with themselves, sometimes sitting in the coffin and sometimes lying in the coffin during the flight, and sometimes letting Su Jing take the flight to let the coffin rest.
In the past, Jiangshan sword domain was located in the south of the Yangtze River, far away from the mountain, and Su Jing and others journey to the south kept meeting fellow monks on the way to escape. In this direction, they rushed to repair their families, and many of them were attached to the mountain. How could they not recognize Su Jing’s signature sky wings? Naturally, they had to salute before and follow everyone.
Follow those monks who meet acquaintances on the way and say hello. As a result, Su Jing’s family members gather more and more. This is also a kind of "noble style". Five days after leaving the mountain, a long colorful haze has dragged up behind him. Hundreds of family members are driving their own cars. Looking from the ground, it is very magnificent.
All the people in the same trade are going to pick swords, but not all of them are going to see their younger brothers off. After all, this is also a big party to fix the truth. It’s good to take the opportunity to get out and meet old friends.
Since I can’t hide from Su Jing, I won’t hide from him. He is an easygoing person. He won’t go to the monks around him for no reason. Sometimes he talks and laughs, and he is not afraid to ask questions. Compared with Fan Qiao’s arrogant taste, his easygoing level is not another "noble style."
On the way, Su Jing suddenly remembered one thing, took out a pen and paper to copy two words and asked people around him if they could recognize it.
The words "body sword soul ancient seal" are too long ago, and most of the scattered practitioners shook their heads blankly until the note was handed to an old pedant-looking practitioner who suddenly smiled, "Mr. Su is joking with us."
Chapter one hundred and forty-five Open Tianzong
The school called "entering the ink" by the speaker’s family is quite strange in practice. Their ancestors believe that the word is formed by heaven and earth, and the word is also a way to realize the Tao. First, their brothers are quite familiar with the ancient seal characters of modern characters.
Su Jing came to the old pedant. "Do you know these two words? Please give me your advice. "
The old pedant is a little embarrassed to talk about his seniority. Compared with Fan Qiao, he might as well dare to be Mr. Su Jing, and then he should say, "If I don’t admit that this is the word" tu "and" late "."
All the people in the vicinity of the exit were smiling … There was a supernatural novel that was popular in China for decades, and it was written by a young swordsman named "Su Jing" who was away from the mountain gate. This is called "Tu Ye".
Nowadays, everyone who practices Taoism knows that there is a Su Jing who shows the two words of ancient seal to everyone. Of course, as the old pedant said, he was joking with everyone. He had heard that this face is not thin before, and today he is knowledgeable.
However, this joke hurts a lot, and it has to be a joke of its own. It seems that the younger martial uncle can laugh at everyone regardless of his identity … It is always right to admire it but find it interesting.
Su Jingting also laughed unexpectedly, and recited the names of the three strategies in his heart again-three saints, three ghosts, three immortals, three tuas, a hundred robbers, a sword-washing metempsychosis, and a heart strategy.
That sword is called "Tu Ye". It has been through many battles. Will it be reborn in heaven and earth one day after being washed?
If so, you are the "sword washer"
The novel "Tu Wan" and the sword soul "Tu Wan" have the same name, which will be attributed to providence.
Flying north for a few more days, layers of pale golden fog can be seen at the end of the line of sight, and Su Jingling’s knowledge will be firmly covered by a mountain. It feels like reaching out to wipe a sharp knife, but the blade is cold without tentacles …
Fan Qiao pointed to the pale golden fog. "There is the sword burial. The golden fog is where the sword gathers and is not subject to spiritual exploration." He came to the sword burial and collected the sword. After he repaired it, the flying sword left him and returned to the sword burial.
Sue nodded at the scenic spot and was about to say something when she suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation in her body and meridians, and then she found that her sword soul seemed to wake up a little bit.
At this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly broke out in the sword burial in the distant mountains. Qian Qian’s ten-thousand-handle sword was jarring and the waves were harsh and amazing! And the faint golden fog suddenly turned into a giant sword with a sharp edge pointing to the sky!
The younger brothers, who are knowledgeable in the peer group, can’t help but panic without being frightened. Their own refining spells and instruments are all taken by the sound of swords, and their trembling will immediately affect their master’s mood.
Many elders are still calm, and Fan Qiao also explains to Su Jing that "it is normal that the sword burial is sharp and golden, and it will burst into a long sound every once in a while."
In the first time of Su’s scenic spot, the sword burial whistling dispersed and the golden fog diffused again. His sword soul also fell silent and continued to sleep.
However, after this change, Su Jing’s consciousness was sent to the light golden fog, and the original piercing determination disappeared inexplicably.
Su Jing said to Fan Qiao, "The golden fog is soft."
The latter vacant to Su Jing didn’t explain too much, the feeling of being white in my heart was enough for me.
Fly forward again, and everyone’s clothes are uncertain.
At first glance, it’s normal for Ling Fei to escape in the wind, but it’s no exception to know that monks are not birds. They all fly by magical powers and implements, and the high and strong Gangfeng has been blown for a long time. No one can stand it. It’s the monks who fly in the escape, or who instigate the shock wave to split the high wind, or who launch spells to protect their bodies. Su Jing is no exception.
Normally, monks fly faster than the wind and faster than the light, but they don’t waver in their clothes or beards.
But now everyone has narrowed his eyes, and his hair and beard are flying, and his clothes are hunting … It’s not the wind that invades the body, but the sword burial radiates sharp strength. Ordinary monks can prevent it. It doesn’t hurt people, but the monks are in a hurry. Only Su Jing’s vision is still a school. Naturally, it can’t be praised from the eyes of others.
There is Su Jing who knows it will be like this, not practicing it himself, but the sword burial chill has not bloomed for him.
Three hundred miles ahead, a large number of guards stationed near the sword burial were greeted by the younger brother, who led the people to collect the sword. Today it is already September 30, and it is half a day before the repair family discussed the sword collection. By the time Su Jing arrived in the mountains, a large number of repair families have gathered.
There was a farewell ceremony for the younger brothers who had made friends from the mountain, and there was a conversation before the monks who were familiar with Su Jing’s family. There was also a lively noise. At this time, there was a sudden noise in the north
After the rain, the air was fresh, and I walked slowly in the refreshing breeze. Suddenly, I heard a burst of children’s crisp reading. Looking around, there was a small courtyard on the street … It was this feeling that dozens of teenagers were faintly reading in the distance in the north. It was not as loud as it was, and I couldn’t hear the specific words they read. However, with the cadence and happy tone, an ink fragrance came out to make the listeners feel relaxed and happy.
"It’s’ Dacheng University’ gentlemen coming." A crisp voice with some kind smiles sounded from Su Jing’s side.
Lishan, Tianyuan and Nerowood are equally famous for practicing the right path, living in a university for seven days.
Dacheng’s dharma is based on non-explanation of non-Taoism. They have sought enlightenment from the ancient sages’ studies. There are unique features in both xuangong and magic. If it is true, this is a Sect of "reading people" and repairing Tianmen.
It sounds ridiculous to read and practice, but in fact, in the troubled times of ancient China, a hundred schools of thought contend, and there are many great sages in various university schools who break the law from the middle. What they do is learning, but understanding is natural and the avenue of heaven and earth
There are more than ten people with high crowns and wide robes floating in the air. They are all of different ages, but with one exception, they all have beautiful figures and bright eyes. Their faces are warm and smiling, but they don’t see the pedantry and arrogance.
Talking in a low voice is more about keeping one’s eyes closed. Lang Lang’s reading is that they are driving in a cloud, but not a group of people walking along while shaking their heads and reading. Su Jing and his party are similar to Tianzong’s "Dacheng School" and a large group of disciples of Zongmen. The so-called creatures are followed by monks, and most of them are Confucian shirts, green towels, students or husband costumes …
"I’ve always liked’ Dacheng University’ to fly away from the auditions. It’s nice to listen and it’s very public, but it doesn’t seem to make public." Su Jing’s sweet speech sounded again.
Su Jing didn’t react this time. This talk isn’t a peer’s turn to see a red skirt, red boots, and a flame like a girl. There is a thick smile in her eyes behind her, and Nero dock is clever.
Two people have met twice in total, but Qi Qiao is outgoing, lively and easy to get along with. She is not at home, and Su Jing will not feel embarrassed.
Qi qiao and smiling "you to pick a sword? Will uncle Tang be missing a good sword when he is away from the mountain? "
Su scenic spot nodded but didn’t answer the question. "You’re not here to pick a sword, are you?"
"I picked it earlier, and this time I sent my school sister here," said Qi Qiao, who pulled a 14-or 15-year-old girl Su Jing around to introduce me. "This is my school sister. You should take more care of her after she has entered the sword grave."
Look at Feng Qiao, her face is still childish, but she was born with a coquetry in the corner of her eyes, and now that childish charm has become an unspeakable color.