msmithbooks Chapter 19 The Origin of Sanxian
Chapter 19 The Origin of Sanxian
Lightning and flint, you come and go, at this moment in the sky, Zhanxian Feidao and the three golden forks are fighting together. This is a competition between the two magic weapons.As time went by, although the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife had the upper hand, it posed no threat to Fei Ming at all, because the Flying Knife hadn't broken through the three golden forks yet, so how could it possibly hurt Fei Ming.Moves that do not pose a substantial threat to the enemy are all paper tigers.
"Sure enough, it's not such an easy master to deal with." Taoist Lu Ya didn't rush, clasped his hands together, and rushed forward.In the sky, the flying knife became extremely huge, not at all small and exquisite as before.At this moment, the flying knife was surrounded by a trace of black aura, with a little domineering aura.
Sure enough, the three golden forks were somewhat powerless, facing the attacks of flying knives, they could only be crushed continuously.
"That's right, it's worth my while, otherwise it would be too boring." Fei Ming smiled slightly, as if enjoying the battle completely, perhaps this was his happiest moment.
The strong ones, especially Feiming, have reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian, and relying on the Tianyan Jue can completely possess the power of Dao.What Feiming is looking forward to now is the need for a strong person, the kind of person who has been cultivated above the quasi-sage, so that he can have a perfect battle.
In his opinion, Taoist Lu Ya is also a quasi-sage cultivator. Although there is still some gap with him, it is worth fighting.
"Look at me!" Then Feiming waved his hand, and saw three golden forks of different weights, top-heavy, also combined into a huge golden fork, shining golden.
The night has come to an end, the darkness is gradually falling, and the moonlight exudes a cool air.The huge flying knives and golden forks in the starry sky were constantly rubbing against each other, emitting huge flames.On the ground, Taoist Fei Ming and Taoist Lu Ya watched the battle intently.
"Master, I think it's almost time. If this continues, we will miss dinner." Mosquito Taoist yawned and stretched again. In the whole afternoon, he had already seen the success or failure of the victory, so he could fly away with his master. Ming's strength can completely kill Taoist Lu Ya at this moment, but he doesn't know what kind of plan Fei Ming has in mind, or he has his own plans.
"Just don't disturb the master, can you?" The six-eared macaque looked nervous, watching the battle on the field intently.
"Cut, worry about it!" Daoist Mosquito cast a disdainful look at the six-eared macaque.
"I think we are almost there, fellow Taoist, I'm sorry." Fei Ming looked at Taoist Lu Ya, clasped his hands together, and suddenly the huge golden fork began to become three again, one rushed towards the blade, and the other aimed at the middle .One went towards the handle of the knife.
"Boom!" The sky seemed to be torn apart, huge flames shone in the moonlight, black as day.
After a while, the flames slowly dissipated...
"Hey, don't you see that the winner has already been decided?" Daoist Mosquito didn't think so, thinking that he knew the result already. "My magic weapon, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!" There were bursts of regretful voices, Taoist Lu Ya held the fragments of the Immortal-killing Flying Knife in both hands. At this moment, this magic weapon had already been broken into three pieces.Fei Ming immediately put the three golden forks into his Taoist robe. "Sure enough, I said that the different weights of the three golden forks have this effect." Fei Ming understood the mystery.
It turns out that the most powerful thing about these three golden forks is that they can completely destroy the opponent's magic weapon.
You must know that the magic weapons of most immortal cultivators are the most essential parts of the world, which have been honed continuously over thousands or even tens of thousands of years.It is conceivable that each magic weapon is unique.Taoist Lu Ya's Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is no exception, it can be regarded as the highest magic weapon among cultivators. Before he met Fei Ming, he would never believe that his flying knife would be killed. The moment of destruction.
Here I want to talk about the wonders of these three golden forks. It is relatively simple to say, and it can be summed up in one sentence: "The iron pestle is ground into a needle." Yes, this sentence is very suitable.
According to legend, Li Bai, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, was later called a poet.This Li Bai, when he was a child, he didn’t like reading. He thought about strolling and playing every day. When everyone else went to school, he didn’t go to the river and went to the street instead.On this day, Li Bai was walking by the river as usual, when suddenly he saw an old woman not far away, holding an iron pestle and rubbing against the stone continuously.
"Old lady, what are you doing!" the young Li Bai asked immaturely and curiously.
"Are you asking me? Kid, I want a needle, so I thought about grinding the iron pestle into a needle." The old woman blurted out without thinking too much.
"Ah! Old lady, you are not lying. How long do you have to grind such a big iron pestle? I think you should not do it. I have a lot of needles at home. I will give you one." Li Bai He looked at the iron pestle in her hand again.
"Little friend, you don't understand. Only the needles you grind are your own and have meaning. Don't look at the heavy iron pestle in my hand now, but think about it for a year or five years as long as I keep grinding it every day, the iron pestle will be fine." The pestle will be smoothed by me one day." The tone was very firm, and it was not easy to question it at all.
Seeing the steadfastness of the old woman in front of him, Li Bai was deeply moved at the moment, followed by a little shame.When I think that I am still very young and have nothing to do every day, if I can have the perseverance of an old woman who grinds iron into a needle, and study hard by myself, I believe that I will definitely grow a lot in the future.
So from then on, Li Bai seemed to be a different person. He started to study hard every day, and eventually became a generation of poets, and the allusion of the iron pestle being ground into a needle was passed down in this way.Now ask what about the three golden forks, we are going to discuss the story of the iron pestle ground into a needle.
It turns out that these three golden forks can fully embody the spirit of this story.The magic weapons of any cultivating Taoist priests are not ordinary people, and it is even more difficult to destroy them, and the three golden forks are naturally the same.
At the place where this magic weapon was created, three golden forks of different qualities were designed, so that when attacking, it has three different strengths of power, so that the strength of hitting other magic weapons is completely different.
The next step is to rely on the perseverance of the iron pestle to grind it into a needle. After continuous blows and different forces of destruction, any magic weapon will be unconsciously worn out in the battle, that is, at this time, Jin Cha will take advantage of the emptiness And entering, the direct destruction, this is the reason why Taoist Lu Ya's Zhanxian Flying Knife was shattered...