Lin Qingxuan suppressed all the emotions and distracting thoughts in his heart in an instant, and then remembered that since it happened to be Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, and he was one of his most promising descendants, it would be better to give him a blessing, and maybe this little Taoist priest would be able to do it in a few decades.

You can give yourself a big surprise.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile and said softly: "Junbao, you are a disciple of Senior Brother Sun Desheng. After all, we are all one family. Since it is your birthday, I, as the elder, can't be empty-handed."

Come here, I will give you half of the Xuantian Sword Sutra. This method is most suitable for your practice.

You don't have to think that I'm stingy. I don't teach you the whole scripture because I want you to be able to use it to create supreme magical skills that are not inferior to the Xuantian Sword Classic. I have high hopes for you and hope that you can carry forward my Taoist magical skills.

Also embark on the path of immortality."

Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed when he heard this, and was deeply moved. Just as he was about to thank him again, Lin Qingxuan had already stretched out his finger and touched his eyebrows lightly. Then Zhang Sanfeng felt as if he had returned to Huashan seventy-seven years ago, and became a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old man again.

A young man, following his mentor Jue Yuan, sat on a stone bench and listened to Emperor Qingxuan preaching the immortal method.

It's just that this time I can understand every sentence of the immortal magic taught by the emperor, and many of the contents are very different from what I heard back then.

Time flew by in a daze, and when Zhang Sanfeng came back to his senses, it seemed that more than seventy years had passed, as if he had lived another life.

It took Zhang Sanfeng a moment to come back to his senses. Although he felt like he was in a dream, many secret magical techniques for cultivating spiritual thoughts, refining qi and transforming into gods appeared in his mind, especially those that he had never imagined.

The method of "merging man and sword into one, using the sword to enter the Tao".

This method is not as profound and sublime as the method of refining qi and transforming into immortals taught by the ancestor of Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty, and it sounds more to my liking. It is really the best method in the world...

Even at Zhang Sanfeng's level of cultivation, after a little thought, he was amazed by the sword cultivation methods in the Xuantian Sword Sutra. He was so addicted to it that he just wanted to practice it right away.

Lin Qingxuan understood that Zhang Sanfeng had excellent intellectual qualifications. In order to allow him to follow his own path and open up a new direction for the path of immortality like Yang Ming, he did not pass down all the Xuantian Sword Sutra, but selected part of it.

The essential content has been supplemented with some content from the first volume of Taishi Immortal Kung Fu.

I thought that letting Zhang Sanfeng be exposed to both practices at the same time would not only help him master the essence of the superior mental methods of refining qi and transforming into gods, but it would also not only limit his talent due to the ideas of previous practitioners.

If Zhang Sanfeng wants to unite the Yinshen and even reach the next step, he must create it on his own. Lin Qingxuan wants to see what kind of path to immortality he can create in the future.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had gained so much, was so excited that he wished he could practice in seclusion immediately. Lin Qingxuan thought of Emei's founder Guo Xiang and said: "Xian'er was trapped by love. It is said that she has already achieved great enlightenment and became a nun. Her intellectual qualifications are also excellent. You

Pass on the spiritual methods I taught her to her and see if the Emei Sect can also become an immortal sect in the future."

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "My third disciple told me when he came back yesterday that Sister Guo Xiang seems to have run out of gas and will die soon."

Lin Qingxuan said in a deep voice: "Hasn't she already established the foundation of immortality? She just can't extend her life by a dozen years. It's not a problem to add another twenty or thirty years. With her advanced cultivation, she can live a hundred years, how can she still do it?

You are going to die before you are a hundred years old? How can you say that you will die if you have practiced martial arts to this level?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly and said: "I heard that she closed her door to death after learning that Senior Yang ascended and wanted to practice the method of refining qi and transforming into a god as soon as possible. However, in her eagerness for quick success and quick gain, she accidentally went crazy."

Lin Qingxuan remained silent, while Li Mochou sighed and said: "Xian'er's affection for Ming'er still cannot be eliminated. Love is the most powerful thing. No matter what kind of person you are, it is still difficult to do anything even if you step into the immortal stream.

When you go to the Supreme Being and forget your feelings, you cannot forget them. If you are not careful, you will inevitably be trapped and harmed by your feelings. What we seek in cultivating the Tao is the world of human laws, but human nature is the same. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will never become that ruthless world..."

Zhang Sanfeng felt the same way, and suddenly thought of Hou Qinghua, who had died almost twenty years ago, and his heart was filled with waves, recalling the past, and feeling mixed emotions.

Lin Qingxuan knew Yang Ming's level of cultivation, and estimated that Yang Ming should have perfected the sword refining method by now. Perhaps he would go to Zixiao Palace to teach the complete version of Wu Xufa's "Xuantian Sword Sutra" in the next few days.

, he will definitely know that Guo Xiang is seriously injured and dying. If he can go and see him, he may not be able to save Guo Xiang.

Lin Qingxuan also wanted to let Guo Xiang not have any regrets and let the two of them meet again. He was also worried that Guo Xiang would die before Yang Ming could wait, and a seedling with such qualifications should not be buried like this, so he taught the immortal art of corpse dismemberment

To Zhang Sanfeng.

After Zhang Sanfeng learned it, Lin Qingxuan said: "Go and teach Xiang'er the corpse-dismantling magic right away, and help her reincarnate and rebuild."

Zhang Sanfeng learned two immortal arts one after another. He was so satisfied and moved that he hurriedly agreed. Then he saw a breeze blowing in front of him, and Emperor Qingxuan and Lord Chilianyuan disappeared.

After returning to the back hall of Chongyang Festival, Zhang Sanfeng did not care about the grand ceremony that his disciples were going to celebrate his birthday, nor did he care about enjoying the family happiness. He ordered people to ring the bell and summon seven true disciples including Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and more than a dozen third-generation Taoist boys.

Disciple, he ordered them to guard the mountain gate, took the "Chongyang Sword" from the town sect, which he had obtained by chance, and flew down the mountain against the wind.

…

After Lin Qingxuan and Li Mochou finished explaining their duties, they left Zhongnan Mountain and headed west. Within half a day, they saw that the ground was gradually becoming deserted, the vegetation was sparse, the land was dry, and the terrain was getting higher and higher.

After walking for another half an hour, the two of them saw a relatively prosperous town at their feet. It was Lanzhou City, which was divided into two parts by the Yellow River.

Lin Qingxuan walked for a long time in one breath, which was okay, but after all, Li Mochou had not succeeded in the Taishi Immortal Technique in the first volume. At this time, she was already feeling tired, and her speed had only slowed down by three points.

Lin Qingxuan saw that Li Mochou was in a low mood. He recalled that when he was teaching the Dharma to Zhang Sanfeng above Zhongnan Mountain just now, Mochou seemed to have returned to the ancient tomb with spiritual thoughts. He knew that she must have seen things and missed people, and thought of Granny Sun and her mentor Gu.

The head of the tomb is here.

Lin Qingxuan's spiritual mind also took a look at the ancient tomb while searching for the Seven Heroes of Zhongnan Mountain. No one had lived there for more than seventy years, and the stone chambers were full of dust. All materials and clothes were in decay, except for

Other than that, the pots, pans, stone beds and tables in each stone room looked the same as before.

"Mochou, do you miss Granny Sun and Master?"

Li Mochou smiled slightly and said: "Lately, I have been thinking about the past a lot. When I see the ancient tomb, I think of my mentor and Grandma Sun. I heard Jun Bao talk about Xiang'er dying, and she missed Ming'er all her life but begged for help."

But, I just thought, if there had been a slight misunderstanding between you and me, it would have been a tragedy..."

Lin Qingxuan put his arms around Li Mochou's thin shoulders, smelled the fragrance of her hair, pointed with his left hand at the vast Yellow River at his feet, and said: "Confucius once said, the dead are like a man, and the past is always the same.

In the past, no matter how much we miss Master and Grandma Sun, the dead cannot be resurrected and we cannot be too sad. As long as we do not forget them, these two elders will live in our hearts forever. They are still kind and kind-hearted and cold-hearted.

…

As for the worry you mentioned, I think it is really sad. Since we have been hand in hand for a hundred years, it means that there will be no misunderstandings or conflicts between us. Even some conflicts can be resolved by themselves, so what you said

It’s pointless to speculate on something irrelevant…”

Li Mochou looked at the Yellow River and the stretching yellow mountains with blurred eyes, and said: "Yes...it's just a groundless conjecture...stay away from all delusions...see that the five aggregates are all empty..."

While talking, the two of them flew over Lanzhou, over Yumen Pass, over Kongtong Mountain, and finally disappeared into the whiteness of the Kunlun Mountains where the snow peaks blended with the white clouds.

…

On the ninth day of September in the twenty-fifth year of Jingtong, the Zixiao Palace in Wudang Mountain was holding a Double Ninth Festival ceremony to worship Doumu Yuanjun, Chongyang Patriarch, Qingxuan Patriarch and other gods and ancestors.

Qiu Yangqi, the master of the palm seal, was not present. The conference was hosted by the master of Yuqing Palace, Yuyun Zhenren, accompanied by Taoist Tongzhen and Taoist Tongyuan. Among the lay disciples were Yang Zhuorun and Fang Sheng.

In front of the thatched cottage at Feishengyan, Wu Xufa, Qiu Yangqi and fourteen other great masters of the Yang generation sat in high-level cultivation.

Since returning from the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang with a great victory in the debate twenty days ago, Wu Xufa wanted to pass on the newly learned immortal skills, and immediately ordered Qiu Yangqi to summon fourteen Taoists of the Yang generation.

Retreat together.

What I studied was the Taishi Jing of the Foundation-Building Immortal Technique and the Immortal Technique of Corpse Removal within the Quanzhen Sect.

Although Wu Xufa and Qiu Yangqi had a lot of experience in Taishi's illusion and were difficult to torture, they knew that it was their ancestor who cast the spell and it would not kill them, so they had no fear in their hearts from the beginning.

Especially after the final illusion dissipated, everyone gained a lot of tips and practice experience on the method of refining qi and transforming into a god. Wu Xufa and others knew that it was the grandpa of Emperor Qingxuan who had intentionally given guidance, so they returned to Zixiao Palace and began to retreat.

Practice.

Wu Xufa chose the fourteen great masters in the palace to practice together, just to see if he could push the fourteen great masters to the realm of martial saints in one fell swoop with the help of the inner skills and insights taught by the emperor, so that everyone could

The strength of Zhenjiao has reached another level.

One sentence of truth is preached, and thousands of books are falsely preached.

Regarding the method of cultivating immortals, what Emperor Qingxuan taught is the only true inheritance. Therefore, Wu Xufa, Qiu Yangqi and others have made great progress in cultivation after returning from Daxiangguo Temple. If they can pass on their insights to a great master of this sect,

Naturally, it was to guide them to cultivate Taisu's magical art of creation, and even the supreme secret of Taishi's immortal art.

The sound of strings, strings, bamboos, bells and drums in the Zixiao Palace on the front mountain passed through the clouds and mist and was sent to the front of the Feisheng Rock. However, Wu Xufa and other sixteen senior disciples of the Zixiao Palace had already closed their six senses and could not hear it.

The scorching sun was shining high, scorching the sixteen high roads. Although it was late autumn and the weather was getting cooler, it was still unbearably hot under the scorching sun on the top of the mountain.

But Wuxufa and the other sixteen people did not sweat even a drop of sweat on their bodies. By the time they reached the level of cultivation of Wuxufa and Qiu Yangqi, their bodies had already become a foundation-building cauldron for refining qi and transforming into gods, which could protect the body's essence and body fluids.

It won't leak out at all, so you can go without food or drink for months without harming your body.

It is also because the immortal foundation has such magical powers, so even if it is not the most complete magical power such as the Taisu Hua Sheng Gong, as long as the immortal foundation is built, the life span will be increased to some extent. This is because of the

The improvement of the body has reached a level unimaginable by ordinary people.

So not to mention under the scorching sun, even in the 39-30 volts weather, if you go naked and experience the cold and sun exposure, it will be like a spring breeze, and it will not hurt them at all.

As for the fourteen great masters, they also possess the world's top Xuanmen magical skills. When exercising their skills, they have long been able to withstand cold and heat, so it doesn't matter if they are scorched by the scorching sun.

After more than half an hour, a blue light gradually appeared from the northern sky, and since then it has been flying towards Wudang Mountain at a rapid speed.

Wu Xufa has the highest level of cultivation. During his cultivation, his spiritual thoughts spread out for several miles. Naturally, he immediately noticed the approaching cyan light.

He concentrated his spiritual thoughts and looked around, only to see that the green light was like the light of a sword, with a killing aura, which made him feel the stinging pain from his spiritual thoughts as soon as he got close.

Although he couldn't see clearly what was in the green light of the sword, this feeling made Wu Xufa feel relieved, knowing that it was Junior Brother Yang Ming who was back.

His spiritual thoughts instantly retreated to his body. Wu Xufa opened his eyes, puffed out his energy and puffed up his sleeves, saying: "Wake up quickly!"

Qiu Yangqi and other fifteen high-ranking people with a Yang character opened their eyes at the same time. It was like a thunderbolt flashed in the daytime, and thirty eyes looked at Wu Xufa at the same time.

"Uncle Yang, the world-famous swordsman Yang Ming is back. Get up quickly and pay your respects!"

Hearing the leader's words, everyone stood up suddenly, and then saw a green sword light falling from the sky, and happened to land one foot in front of everyone.

The green sword light gradually dissipated, revealing a handsome man with a long sword hanging on his waist. He has gray hair on his temples and a handsome face. He looks like he is no more than forty or fifty years old. Although his eyes are bright and restrained, his sharpness is as sharp as a sword, which makes people dare not

Look directly.

Among the many Taoists of the Yang generation, the youngest is over eighty years old, and the elders are all over a hundred years old. Everyone had seen Yang Ming when they were young, so they naturally recognized this immortal master uncle.

Yang Ming raised his hands and had the strength to lift everyone up. Wu Xufa saw that Yang Ming was exactly the same as before, without any change, so he couldn't help but admired: "Junior Brother Yang, you have really become an immortal, and your youth will last forever.
To be continued...