Zhu Sheng was still immersed in the sword intent of that moment just now.
She has hardly practiced any techniques since she had drawn qi into her body, and it was the most basic Five Elements Technique that everyone would know, and she only learned it after returning to the Great Jiuhuan.
She has always followed the path of martial arts.
But in the mortal world, her strength was too superior, and she was no longer in battle. is also the only pupil, at her request, who will accompany her to practice a thing or two.
But Cangtong is already a puppet, he has his own coercion, but he will not have sword intent or sword intent.
Zhusheng's sword intent is still gradually condensed on the mortal battlefield, and the most recent improvement is to observe the remains of the battle between the two kings of the demon clan, and he has to rely on his own exploration all the way, and there are always many places where he feels uncomfortable and blocked.
Chong Xin's sword intent gave her a sense of unimpeded.
That feeling cannot be described, nor can it be described, it can only be understood, understood, and fleeting.
Zhu Sheng held the knife, only to feel that the blood was gurgling in the blood vessels.
She gripped the hilt tightly, imagining the sword intent she had just experienced as her own.
She seemed to be back on the surface of the river, the giant insect forest roaring, and the huge mouth chased after her to bite her to pieces.
When the smell of fish hit her face, she took out the knife Chong Xin collected the sword of self-denial, and the two stepped on the dirt on the other side of the river.
When I turned around, the river behind me was empty, and the river was turquoise and undulating, flowing calmly.
Where else is there a forest of giant insects, gloomy and sharp.
The disgusting pus was still hanging on his body, giving off a disgusting smell. looked at Zhusheng again, but found that she was standing on the shore with a knife, and she actually entered the realm of "enlightenment".
At this time, the giant insect in the river had disappeared, and there was no danger on the bank, so Chong Xin sat down in front of her and said "sit" to her softly.
Zhusheng was not awakened by this "sitting", on the contrary, she seemed to sit cross-legged on the ground with this "sitting" unconsciously.
Chong Xin opened the enchantment and protected the Dharma for the bamboo.
Two hours later, he looked up at the sky, the sun setting in the west, and the shadow lengthened.
Takesheng's enlightenment is not over yet.
In sects, this is very common.
Sometimes, in the pulpit, the teachers left a sword intent for the disciples to figure out, and after a few days, there were still disciples who still sat in place and realized the Tao, never waking up.
In the sect, everything is safe, and these disciples don't need to worry about anything at all, and they can devote themselves to enlightenment.
Chong Xin looked at Zhusheng and remembered that he had asked her to sit just now, so she sat down.
This shows that in her subconscious, she trusts Chong Xin and thinks that it is "safe" by Chong Xin's side, so that she can immerse herself in "enlightenment".
But the time they really face each other, more than a year combined, is less than half an hour.
Chong Xin's eyes didn't blink.
Except for the face that is somewhat similar, Zhusheng is not like Yang Wu anywhere.
Just like the knife that slashed at Qingjun in the cave just now, replaced by Yang Wu, no matter how big the grudge was, he thought she would definitely be able to endure it.
She must have had a softer approach than the fierceness of the jade burning.
The choice of bamboo is obviously due to the difference in personality caused by the growing environment.
There is nothing unbelievable to say that she is Yang Wu's child.
Chong Xin didn't know why, he just didn't believe it.
He looked at Zhusheng, who was still immersed in the realm of enlightenment, and an uncontrollable thought quietly arose in his heart.
Chong Xin finally closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a circle of green light lit up around his pupils.
Chong Xin has not invested too much energy in the wisdom of the world, and has only cultivated to the soul discerning glass pupil, which is not yet worthy of the lifeline, but can look at the bone age and check the soul.
This spell can only be used at very close distances.
Without consent, it is a taboo among monks to look at the age of a person's bones, to examine a person's soul, or to be worthy of a person's lifeline.
When Zhusheng was immersed in enlightenment, Chong Xin finally couldn't control himself and looked at Zhusheng with his soul-discerning glass pupils.
After a long time, Chong Xin closed his eyes and took away the soul discerning glass pupil.
He opened his eyes again and looked at Zhusheng in a daze.
He wanted to laugh, but tears flowed.
Zhusheng suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself sitting cross-legged on the shore, his newly-acquired knife in his arms, and the sun above his head had sunset.
She remembered that when she reached the riverbank, the sun was still high overhead.
Chong Xin sat cross-legged across from her, staring at her.
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"I just asked," Takeyu asked.
"You were enlightened just now."
Chong Xin said.
His eyes were as deep as night, and for some reason, they seemed to be a little different.
It's not the first time that Zhusheng has enlightened, but this time it's really comfortable, and Chong Xin's sword intent has made her comprehend a lot.
She let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the sky, and asked, "Do you want to go now?"
Chong Xin said: "Let's do it again tomorrow."
You refine the green blade first. ” Zhusheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about the new knife he was holding in his arms.
She said, "How can this knife be called a green blade?"
Chong Xin said: "It's the same as the green blade. ” "There are no two identical leaves, no two identical people, and no two identical knives. ” Chong Xin was silent for a moment, and then said, "It's your knife, you can name it again." ” In fact, Zhusheng was born with a bad name, and he didn't come up with a better name at all.
At first, the Green Blade was ridiculed by Ling Niang, and later their banner was called the Blue Blade Red Flame Flag, and Zhu Sheng said: "It has such a relationship with the Green Blade, so let's call it the Blue Blade." ” Whatever Zhusheng said, Chong Xin agreed, and he said, "Okay." ” The twilight is sinking and the night is beginning.
With a flick of Chong Xin's fingers, a fireball floated on the ground, illuminating Zhusheng's face.
The face was similar, but it wasn't quite the same.
In real terms, Zhusheng's face is not as delicate and flawless as Yang Wu's face.
The thing that most resembles her is the cherished and joyful eyes in their eyes when they get the new sword.
Yang Wu with such eyes is the most vivid Yang Wu in Chong Xin's memory.
"Do you know how to refine?"
Chong Xin asked.
It's like asking a child who doesn't understand anything.
But Zhusheng didn't notice anything unusual, she replied casually, "Yes."
She took out Linglong, only to find that it couldn't be opened.
"In this kind of space, the magic weapon of folding space cannot be opened."
Chong Xin explained.
It turned out that this was the case, and Zhusheng suddenly put away Linglong and began to refine the blue blade.
When she was refining Green Blade in the mortal world, Green Blade had already recognized her as a half-master, and cheered to welcome her to become its master once and for all.
Bi Blade was very indifferent, even resistant.
When Takebu stopped, the moon was already high.
"How" Chong Xin asked.
Zhusheng frowned: "Less than one-fifth."
"Progress has been much slower than she expected.
Chong Xin said: "It's soon."
This is not an overnight effort, so there is no need to rush.
He handed over a small yellow gourd and said, "Drink some to replenish your essence." ” Zhusheng looked at the familiar gourd, reached out and took it, pulled the stopper, and a familiar fragrance that had been lost for a long time wafted out.
It's just that the feeling of this juice in the throat and stomach is completely different from before.
I used to drink it, but I felt that my hunger was gone, and I felt refreshed and energetic.
At this time, Qiong juice entered the abdomen, not only the tired consciousness was restored, but also a warm current directly entered the sea of qi, with the natural flow of spiritual power in the body, everywhere it went, the dripping water converged into a trickle, and the trickle became a stream.
It is the immortal power that has always been difficult to control, and it is ready to move.
Zhusheng was slightly surprised, although he knew that this was Qiong juice, he still asked, "What is this?"
Chong Xin lowered his eyes and said, "Qiongguo's juice."
It can strengthen the foundation and broaden the meridians. ” Chong Xin said it simply, but in fact, it can stabilize and expand the meridians, and for monks, it is the great supplement of the great supplements.
It's just that in the past, the bamboo gave birth to a mortal body, and this great tonic only had a slight quenching effect on her, but the effect that really made the monks rush to it was a waste of ninety percent.
Zhusheng has no spiritual aperture, and there are no meridians, and the spiritual power in her body has always operated on its own in a random route.
But Joan's juice still worked for her, but a few sips made her feel different.
"Thank you."
She said, handing the gourd back.
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"You take it."
Chong Xin didn't answer and said, "It's still a long time here, and you have to replenish your essence from time to time." ” Chong Xin shipped only fifty Qiongguo to the Treasure Pavilion in a year, and the Treasure Pavilion squeezed the juice and filled it in a jade bottle, and auctioned a small bottle by a small bottle.
The person who took it home and drank it in small sips as the progress of cultivation followed, lest it waste a little effect.
I've never heard of taking Qiong juice to "replenish spirit" at any time.
How would Zhusheng know.
As early as Lianyang Peak, she only drank it as juice.
In the small Qiankun, Chong Xin gave birth to Qiongguo for her anytime and anywhere, and ate it all as fruit.
Zhusheng didn't care, thanked him, and accepted the gourd.
She shook the gourd.
In her storage space, there is also a small gourd that is about the same, but the juice in it has already been drunk by her.
"This gourd," she asked another question that had existed in her heart for a long time, "obviously it is also a compressed space, why can it be stored in the storage magic weapon" "There is a lot of things in the belly gourd, but it is a natural spiritual thing, not a compressed space created by man.
Storage magic weapons are not mutually exclusive.
Chong Xin said.
Whatever she asked, he explained patiently.
But Zhusheng didn't ask more, she put away her belly gourd, and just like him, she practiced cross-legged.
The aura here is richer than in the cave, and it shouldn't be wasted.
Her body had just been nourished by Qiong juice, and when she cultivated at this time, she felt as if the pores of her whole body were opened, and the aura penetrated into her body as if she didn't need money, and after passing through the sea of qi, it was transformed into spiritual power.
A large part of those spiritual powers were evaporated by the Samadhi Fire and refined into immortal power.
It's a pity that those immortal powers are not easy to control, and she couldn't mobilize them when she stabbed Qingjun before.
It was only the half of the knife that was swung down between life and death later that it was mobilized a little, and I don't know if it could hurt Qingjun in the slightest That knife came out recklessly.
But Takebu doesn't regret it either.
At the beginning, Qingjun forcibly poured that set of exercises into her, and what was her motive has always made Zhusheng feel inexplicable.
In the following decades, she looked down on the mortal world and vaguely understood.
Qingjun wanted to kill her, but he didn't bother to kill her, just because she was a mortal.
Therefore, she gave her the opportunity to cultivate.
Now that she has returned as a monk, Qingjun has the intention of killing her.
Qingjun's smile after recognizing her was full of malice.
Between her and her, sooner or later, someone has to do it first.
Thinking that after going out from here, he would have to face the fox again, so Zhu Sheng abandoned his distracting thoughts and concentrated on cultivating.
In the firelight, Chong Xin looked at Zhusheng.
The aura in the air surged towards her, even forming a small vortex around her.
This kind of cultivation speed surprised Chong Xin.
However, the spiritual power fluctuations around Zhusheng's body remained unchanged, and it looked as if he was building a foundation.
At this moment, she should not have any qi, but her realm must be higher than that of Zhuji, and she should be up and down Jindan.
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