I preach with black technology

Chapter 55

Jianzong is not like Shenhaohuazong like spring all the year round, the weather turns cold, and now it is late autumn, with withered and yellow leaves rustling down, but fortunately, he does not know the cold or heat after practicing, so he doesn't have to worry about the coming heavy snow in winter.

On a late autumn morning, Lu Yan looked at the ancestor of Jianzong at the Tianzhu Temple.

The morning sun was just rising, reflecting the different shades of the rust-colored Taoist robes of the ancestor of Jianzong. The light of the golden crow almost engulfed the ancestor. After he split the sky, he remained motionless and kept the same posture looking at the sky for three whole days and nights. He sighed softly , Suddenly, time and space overlapped, and a spiritual thought left by the ancestor of Jianzong in Tianzhu seemed to come alive, and turned around.

The Patriarch said: "Zhongzhou, the fate has been decided."

Lu Yanhui: "Really? I don't believe it."

The tone is called a provocation.

One is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

One in the past and one in the present.

Countless golden lines in Lu Yan's pitch-black eyes changed. His eyes were a little sour, but he didn't show it. Instead, he smiled slightly, raised his head slightly, and said nothing. Two hours passed like this, from The morning light is faint, and the sun is scorching.

If there were other people on the seventh floor, Lu Yan must have been stunned.

The atmosphere on the seventh floor, where no one had been there for the time being, was eerie. Lu Yan sat quietly like this until night fell.

The patriarch never said a second sentence.

As the stars flickered, Lu Yan closed his eyes, explored the way with his spiritual sense, and walked down the Taoist platform step by step.

On the second day, Lu Yan sat upright in the same position as yesterday when the sun first rose on time.

In the pale golden light, the spirit of the ancestor of Jianzong repeated the process of splitting the mountain, watching, and sighing again. Lu Yan replied every time, "Really, I don't believe it." If the ancestor really came back to life, maybe he would be killed Get angry.

No.30 On the third day, Lu Yan walked up to the seventh floor with ease, and met Duan Tongfeng who had been comprehended all night.

Lu Yan and Duan Tongfeng came up during the day, and felt it during the night. They couldn't touch each other. The main reason was that if they were next to each other, the two of them would be so overwhelmed that they couldn't help fighting.

Duan Tongfeng smirked: "Junior brother Lu has been working hard recently, but he is not a swordsman, so he should do what he can."

It means that you, a layman, are hurt by sword energy, but you can't blame others.

Lu Yan put on a half-smile: "Brother Duan is polite, I don't overwhelm myself with a lot of skills, my talent is not bad, maybe I have a destiny with Jianzong, I happen to be able to see what you can't see."

Have you seen your sword sect patriarch, just push me in front of me!

Sparks flew between the two of them, murderous aura overflowed, and they wished they could fight on the spot with their own hands, but in the end they both bowed their heads and passed each other: "Hmph!"

Duan Tongfeng: "Since Junior Brother Lu doesn't listen to my advice, if something happens, don't blame Senior Brother for not reminding me."

Lu Yan: "I just think you are noisy."

In terms of kung fu, Duan Tongfeng has never won.

Lu Yan brushed Duan Tongfeng's shoulder with a handkerchief, and tapped a hand formula, burned the handkerchief, turned into a wisp of smoke and scattered with the wind, there was a mark on the place where he usually sat, Lu Yan patted The corner of the clothes, continue to spend with the ancestor of Jianzong at the top of Tianzhu.

He had read in the book that when the moat was opened, the ancestor of Jianzong was at the time of Mahayana Dzogchen, ascending in half a step, with the ability to move mountains and fill seas, and only one opportunity away from immediately crossing the catastrophe and ascending to the fairy world. If there is no accident, Peeping at the sky is just a vague feeling.

The feeling of the half-step immortal is likely to be an early warning.

Going to the extreme can break the barrier of time, and guess boldly, maybe it is because the sword energy is so fast when the moat is opened, and when the human and sword are united, the spiritual consciousness of the ancestor of the sword sect can travel to the future in an instant, and see some of them. Things that could never have been seen.

He may have seen Central Continent swallowed by the demons.

Thinking about it this way, the three days when the ancestor of Jianzong looked at the sky was a bit interesting.

Lu Yan raised his head, and saw that the ancestor of Jianzong was wearing a rust-colored Taoist robe, like blood splashing ink.

The patriarch of Jianzong did not repeat the series of processes of splitting the mountain, looking into the distance, and sighing today. For the first time, he said a sentence outside the process: "I am not my disciple of Jianzong."

Lu Yan was not surprised. In his opinion, since the ancestor of Jianzong had a sense of gratitude, he would definitely leave a spiritual thought to guide future generations before ascension, instead of a mechanical infinite replay image. Lu Yan thought that the ancestor was talking about himself, Then he replied: "I am indeed not a disciple of Jianzong."

It's no wonder that Lu Yan has no respect for the ancestor of Jianzong.

Ren who was put on hold for 33 days also had a little temper.

The spiritual sense of the ancestor of Jianzong has lost the basic ability to understand as a "human" in the passage of thousands of years. His eyes moved slightly, looking in the direction Duan Tongfeng left, and said concisely: "He."

Huh.

Lu Yan straightened his waist, rubbed his eyes, and was silent for a moment. He didn't know who to feel sorry for for a while, and said dryly: "I'm sorry, that is the chief of your sword sect."

Patriarch's spiritual thought: "..."

The patriarch turned his eyes back with divine thoughts: "..."

For some reason, Lu Yan felt a wave of resentment coming from the Patriarch.

It seems to be doubting that "Jianzong has fallen so far"?

The patriarch sighed quietly: "He is in a bad state of mind."

This "he" must refer to Duan Tongfeng.

Lu Yan raised his hands and expressed that he couldn't agree more: "Yes, especially not."

The patriarch didn't speak anymore, his body was not solid under the light, and even Lu Yan's insightful eyes couldn't see his expression clearly. The patriarch stared at Lu Yan for a long time, and said: "I will Not much."

Lu Yan: "...don't say such scary things in a serious way."

"My spiritual sense has reached its limit," the patriarch's spiritual sense changed his words without hesitation. He put his fingers together, and there was a point between Lu Yan's eyebrows in the void, "You have no spiritual root, why do you have a way in the sea of ​​knowledge?"

Lu Yan was not surprised that the patriarch's divine sense could see his special situation. Lu Yan took advantage of the situation and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I enter the Tao with the Tao."

"Very good, Dao fifty, Tian Yan four nine—" A rusty long sword appeared in the hands of the ancestor of Jianzong. Underestimating the slightest, the divine sense, which was originally as quiet as the wind, was colder than snow after the sword appeared. Thousands of years later, one can still feel the glory of the ancestor of the sword sect, and the other hand of the divine sense gently brushed the sword Looking at the rust marks on his body, he said, "People escape one by one."

Lu Yan took out a scroll of jade slips.

In the trajectory established by countless golden lines, the patriarch Shennian stood with a sword in his hand, making every move with perfect skill.

It was the first time Lu Yan saw such a sword.

It is as calm as the spring breeze, as scorching as the summer sun, as silent as autumn leaves, as cold as winter snow.

When the lightning comes to the extreme, the flying birds stop at the slow place.

It's a sword, it's a person, it's a law.

Even if there is only a bundle of divine thoughts, it is enough to reduce the dimensionality of the current Jianzong.

Lu Yan sincerely understood the unfinished words of the patriarch's spiritual thoughts: "How did Jianzong become such a ghost?"

The patriarch's spiritual thoughts slowly retracted the sword, his fingers caressed the sword body, and his figure became more illusory. He looked far away and didn't know where he was looking: "I once saw the people in Central Continent burnt. After the ascension, I left a trace of spiritual thoughts. Hand over the self-created swordsmanship to the disciples of the Sword Sect, but I will only wait until you."

Luyan Station

Standing up straight, the aura in the meridians continuously covers the eyes: "What is the wish of the Patriarch?"

"I have ascended, and I don't have any wish," the patriarch's divine sense lowered his eyes. He didn't think about it. He was just a divine sense, resident in the nothingness of the past. the direction of the heart.Shen Nian looked at the young monk, who was even a little young for him, and said, "It is the luck of Zhongzhou and the luck of Jianzong to meet you."

The rust-colored Taoist robe was gradually swallowed up by the clouds in the sky. The patriarch's spiritual mind slightly bent his mouth. During the 33 days and nights when he met Lu Yan, it might not be that the spiritual mind was convinced of one thing. He said, "The fate of Zhongzhou is fixed." Lu Yan replied "I don't believe it". In such conversations, Shen Nian picked up the sharpness worn by time and belonged to sword repair after a long time-yes, fate can be changed.

Before disappearing completely, Divine Sense said: "...It is also my luck."

Lu Yan slowly closed his eyes, his eyes were sore and swollen, and all the spiritual power in his body was used to support the dialogue with the patriarch's spiritual thoughts, especially while watching the patriarch demonstrate the sword skills while recording the jade slips, you know, that is the soaring sword sect The spiritual thoughts left by the patriarch, with his mere Nascent Soul cultivation base, he did not fall down, and his willpower is already astonishing.

The young monk in white robes bowed to the void: "Thank you, Patriarch."

If the head of Jianzong felt something, he opened his eyes in the closed cave.

He was 23 years old when he established the foundation. Before he forcibly crossed the tribulation, he had always looked like a young man. In the early days of the gods, it will not be long before they will regress to the Nascent Soul, Golden Elixir, and Foundation Establishment... until the life is exhausted, and then they fall.

The lamented "no progress in life" rumored by the outside world turned out to be the best possibility.

The head of the Sword Sect twisted his gray hair, turning it into a mirror, and neatly tied his hair with a golden crown. There were deep wrinkles on his face, showing his old age. The head of the Sword Sect Two wry smiles made his heart ache, and his dantian also felt sharp pain, which seemed to tear his body apart. The master of the sword sect calmed down and sighed heavily.

If you don't need to go to the golden core, just go back to the Nascent Soul, he will die because of the deadline, and now he is just lingering on his last breath.

Can't let go of Jianzong.

What if I can't let go?

The first apprentice Duan Tongfeng was born with a sword body, and his talent is proud, but as the master of the Sword Sect, how could he not notice that his disciple's state of mind is as conceited as his talent, but the Sword Sect does not accept it, if there is another choice, as long as the God of Fortune Sect Fuyi is his direct disciple, no matter what, he will not be entangled in who to hand over the head order.

Fortunately, Fuyao came out of the customs with Sanjiu Leijie, which gave the head of Jianzong a chance to relax.

If they are both Nascent Souls, they can compete.

Jianzong respects the sword, and if he wants to be the master, he takes up the sword and competes.

The stone gate in the cave was opened, and several elders were already waiting outside. Seeing the head of the Sword Sect coming out, they said one after another: "Welcome, senior brother, the head of the sect, to leave the gate."

The head of the Sword Sect looked at his juniors with different expressions, and said, "The one-year agreement is coming up, and we can send letters to all the sects to observe the ceremony."

The boss of the third leader put on a face, seeing the senior brother who raised his lips symbolically, his smile became even more frightening, and he said, "Does the senior brother still have to fulfill the one-year agreement?"

The head of the Sword Sect gave him a look, neither sad nor happy, and said indifferently: "A gentleman is alive, and he can't stand without faith. There is no reason to go back on what I said."

The tone was not harsh, but the third elder knew that the brother in charge was saying that he was meddling in his own business.

The Sixth Elder approached without a trace, held the hand of the head of Jianzong, and there was not much smile on his red face, and he asked: "Brother, what you said is that we will talk about sending letters and watching the ceremony after returning to the Golden Palace of the head, but, Should the posts from the Divine Creation Sect be delivered to their sect, or directly to Lu Bupo, nephew Lu, who is a guest at the Sword Sect?"

The head of the Sword Sect was really shocked: "Lu Bupo? He came out of the devil world?"

"Yes," the Sixth Elder made a reassuring gesture, "So there is no need to worry, Senior Sect Leader. Nephew Lu returned from the Demon Realm, but there is no sign of the Demon Clan being born. Isn't it a good thing?"

The Fifth Elder also said: "Exactly."

The Fourth Elder, who has always been steadfast and neutral, nodded: "Senior Brother Wanwang cherishes himself."

The six elders, the youngest and the most unprofessional of the senior brothers, know what the senior brother in charge is anxious about. Two years ago, the seal of the gate of the demon world was broken. Going to Central Continent will definitely make the head brother feel at ease, and it will also be good for recuperating from injuries.

The head of the Sword Sect summoned the natal spirit sword, his old and cloudy eyes were full of brilliance: "Go back quickly, I want to ask Nephew Lu to talk to me."

In He Changyue's courtyard, there were more than a dozen puppets in different poses, holding long swords and fighting against Song Fuyao in the middle.

Several sets of sword techniques were compiled into the puppets by Lu Yan. Song Fuyao claimed his spiritual power and defeated the puppets one by one with only sword moves.

Of course, half of He Changyue's yard was destroyed.

The one-year appointment is approaching, He Zhangyue has to fight for the yard, and he has to support Senior Sister Fuyao to defeat Duan Tongfeng.

When Lu Yan came back, Song Fuyao happened to hit the last puppet's life gate, and the puppet lost control and collapsed. Song Fuyao lost his strength and sat directly on the ground. His clothes were cut several times by the sword. Touch the scratches on the clothes with your fingers.

Alas, fortunately it wasn't the taoist robe that was torn, otherwise it would have cost an extra sum of spirit stones.

Sorry to see you.

Fuyi and Ying Sanliang sat down and had a drink together, Ying Sanliang had already drank the daily amount, and Fuyi was left to drink in small sips, she smacked her lips and said, "Fuyao's sword has really improved, it's still a small one. Junior brother has a way."

"Senior Sister Fuyao has a solid foundation," Lu Yan gently placed the jade slips on the stone table, and swiped the sword three thousand times a day to make Song Fuyao's body full of untapped potential. Rolling sword manual, while consolidating, learning from each other’s strengths, Song Fuyao hasn’t closed his eyes once in two months, fortunately he is a monk, not resting will not cause any damage to his body, Lu Yan is afraid that it will be too late, so he just changed his puppet in the last few days, practice more , Lu Yan said, "Senior Sister Fuyao, come and see."

Song Fuyao stood up with difficulty, and walked to the stone table step by step. She had a vague guess in her heart, and when she unfolded the jade slips, her guess came true, and when she saw the phantom's rusty Taoist robe, Song Fuyao was shocked. Immediately closed the jade slip, her heart was beating non-stop, she put the jade slip down suddenly, almost biting her tongue: "Little brother, you..."

Did you see Patriarch?

The portrait of the ancestor of Jianzong, every direct disciple had to see it once when they started, and they tried their best, but it was impossible for them to touch the realm of the ancestor.

Lu Yan had no intention of hiding it, and said: "Your sword sect patriarch's spiritual sense, after all, belongs to the sword sect. It's inappropriate for me to keep it. I just hope that my senior sister can make the best use of it."

Song Fuyao: "..."

Song Fuyao felt that the jade slip was hot.

Lu Yan didn't have much respect for the ancestor of the Sword Sect, he respected, but not afraid of, but Song Fuyao was different, she was a disciple of the Sword Sect who was born and bred, and the ancestor was the moon in the sky, even farther than the moon in the sky. A good compliment is "the style of the ancestors".

Fuyi asked Ying Sanliang to refill himself a small cup of wine, and asked casually, "What kind of treasure is it?"

Lu Yan said: "Today I met the ancestor of the Sword Sect on the seventh floor, and recorded the ancestor's sword skills with jade slips."

With a shake of his hand, the wine spilled out.

Ying Sanliang shook his hands, and the wine jar crashed to the ground.

He Changyue shook his hands, and slapped Ah Liang to the ground.

Fuyi and Yingsan looked at the jade slips in Song Fuyao's hands at the same time, and warned themselves not to be greedy. This is something from the sword sect. A gentleman loves swords in a proper way, and he can't just look at the sword skills of his ancestors. !

No matter how hungry you are, you have to ask first.

Fuyi raised a finger: "Junior Sister Fuyao, can I take a look, just one look!"

Song Fuyao was very embarrassed: "I... Junior brother, can I hand over the sword manual to the master master first?"

"Of course," Lu Yan said with a smile, "take it from Jianzong, and return it to Jianzong."

The Sixth Elder walked into the courtyard gate, and heard excited voices from the courtyard. He walked in and said, "What else is there to eat?"

Ah Liang obediently distributed a candied haws to the Fifth Elder: "Master Uncle eats it too!"

The sixth elder lady likes cute and sensible children, so she immediately picked up Ah Liang, without even looking at her own apprentice: "Oh my uncle's little baby!"

He Changyue covered his face: "Master, be more reserved!"

Unexpectedly, the Sixth Elder didn't coax Ah Liang for a while, he smiled and said to Lu Yan: "No Po, my senior brother who is in charge of the sect has left the customs, and I want to meet you, okay?"

Lu Yan seemed to have been waiting for a word from the other person: "Uncle, please lead the way."

No one knew what Lu Yan and the head of the Sword Sect talked about that day, but after coming out of the main hall, Lu Yanxin shot a few beams of light and flew to different directions.

After Lu Yan left, the head of Jianzong wrote a letter, inviting all the sects to come to Jianzong to observe the ceremony and witness the birth of the new head.