Taoist Xinchuan opened his eyes again. He looked at the familiar scenes around him, and a trace of unconcealed fatigue flashed in his eyes.

He broke the illusion again and again, and every time he thought he could get out of it, but he was just mechanically repetitively falling into another illusion. This endless despair made his heart sink continuously.

However, unlike the previous illusion, this time, there was an extra stranger in the scene.

"People from Qingcheng Sword Sect..." Seeing Xin Chuan awaken, a smile appeared on Wu Xuanzhi's face.

Taoist Xinchuan said nothing, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes. The long sword in the box rose, and the sword energy was thriving. He slashed at Wu Xuanzhi's body in a nearly sneak attack.

Wu Xuanzhi's body was like a piece of thin paper, cut into two pieces, and then turned into nothingness.

"Fake it, it's fake again!" Xin Chuan gasped, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen was extinguished again.

"Clang."

He was still calm, and a more dazzling sword energy condensed from the void in front of him.

In a hurry, Xin Chuan tried hard to raise the sword box in his hand.

"boom."

He flew out, his body broke through the walls of the warm chassis, and a pile of broken wood hit the ground.

The sword box in Xin Chuan's hand was broken into pieces, and the flying sword fell to the side in a dim light. There were blood marks deep in his arms and chest, and blood flowed out like a fountain.

The raging Gengjin aura turned into a rushing beast at this moment, destroying his body unscrupulously.

"Ahem."

There was a deep look of horror in his eyes. Someone in the river had practiced such a sharp sword technique.

The moment he was struck by the sword energy, he felt a ferocious demon pounce on him, cold and cruel, and he wanted to swallow his body and soul together.

Xin Chuan lay on the ground like a fish that had been dried up. As the blood was lost, his vitality was also declining.

His instinct to survive made him suck every breath of air hard.

A figure walked in front of him, and he could clearly see the other person's face.

It was a very young and handsome young man, looking like a harmless rich man.

"Don't interfere with Tang Zishen's affairs. Next time, it's not that simple." A warning voice came into Xin Chuan's ears.

The scenes around him were broken, Xin Chuan opened his eyes again, and he was still sitting in the warm gaze.

The lights swayed, warm and warm, and the little song was hooking people.

However, Tang Zishen and the young man disappeared.

It's an hallucination again!

That young man...

Xin Chuan suddenly realized that he could not remember the person at all. He only knew that there was such a person, but his appearance, age, and gender... were all vague.

...

The rare sunshine shone lazily on people. Wu Xuanzhi sat in a corner of the courtyard, leaning against the wall behind him, holding a book in his hand.

"Sir, the county magistrate has been approved, and our kindergarten tutoring bureau can be built." A Qiang ran in happily, with a smile on his face.

He thought Mr. Qian was cheating them of money, but he expected that he really wanted to build a Fushu District. Not only that, the government also invested 8,000 taels to double the scale of the Fushu District.

It turns out that not all officials in this world are bad people.

It’s a pity that they judge a gentleman’s affair with the heart of a villain.

"Since you've approved it, you'll find someone to start work soon." Wu Xuanzhi put down the book and laughed.

Tang Zishen and Master Qian were trapped in the middle of the pupils by him and experienced thousands of sufferings of sentient beings. Now that consciousness has returned to the body, he has begun to become a human being again.

However, they are inevitably overcorrect now. The Bazhou Fushu Bureau can only take five thousand taels to handle, and investing another eight thousand taels is nothing more than making the children's living environment better.

Compared to improving children's living standards, what Bazhou needs more is to invest money on those who are about to starve to death.

However, he did not go to Tang Zishen again because of this.

He is a passerby, not a nanny, and he will not teach Tang Zishen how to do things step by step.

"Sir, what book are you reading?" The little monkey jumped over. He was still wearing the face-changing cloak. It seemed that he had just finished practicing martial arts. In the past few days, he has spent most of his time practicing face-changing.

Now you can create seven faces in a row, and you can't see any flaws when you look close, and you are very talented.

Wu Xuanzhi turned over the book, and there were four words written on the cover - "Hunyuan Sword Sutra".

The "Hunyuan Sword Sutra" is a unique skill of the Qingcheng School. It can cut off the seven emotions, the ordinary breath, and the traces of sound, and ultimately make the three inner treasures merge into the realm of pure yang. If you really reach that last step, you will be to cut off life and death, and use your sword to cut out a path of immortality.

The practice of sword cultivator has almost no method to cultivate one's own self-cultivation, and it emphasizes burning life and moving forward.

Their life span is just the same as that of ordinary people. If they cannot break through to the highest level in a short period of time, they will die and disappear.

Therefore, this group of people are often crazy and are very prone to extremes.

This "Hunyuan Sword Sutra" was read by Wu Xuanzhi from Xinchuan's memory. Once his eyes unfolded, if he could not judge by his will, anyone would fall into it.

Once you enter the middle realm of the pupil, the five aggregates will be confused and illusory, and all your past will be reflected.

Wu Xuanzhi condensed all Xinchuan's practice methods and practice experience into a book. When there was nothing to do, he used it to read and enjoy it to increase his experience in practice.

If it were the saying of later online games, he would have opened a skill book and experience book on Xin Chuan.

Although the little monkey does not understand practice and cannot read, he looks at the words and pictures in the book with longing.

"This book is all evil and evil. Children should not learn it. Looking back, I will teach you a method of breathing and breathing. You cannot become a master of flying eaves and walls, but there is no problem in health preservation and prolonging life."

Wu Xuanzhi closed the book and reached out to touch Xiaohou'er's head. His words were to deceive the child. The "Hunyuan Sword Sutra" is the top method of sword cultivation and is also something that the Qingcheng School regards as treasures.

If he rashly imparts the moves and techniques inside to Xiaohouer, it will easily cause disaster to him.

What's more, the "Hunyuan Sword Sutra" is indeed too extreme. People who are not determined and have a clear mind and few desires cannot practice. The little monkey is free from nature, which is not consistent with this method.

The little monkey made a face and laughed, and stopped worrying about this.

He was also purely curious and did not really want to learn any method of practice.
Chapter completed!