Chapter 102 101. An Ju, Sword and Evil are both as they wish ( words - please subscribe) On Red Leaf Island. After Song Yan returned, he silently grabbed the flying sword and went to the valley to clear weeds and drive away birds and beasts. As usual, the withered leaf sword master was studying books in the front yard and trying elixirs in the back yard. As for what happened in the library, the two men, one old and one young, refused to mention it. One deliberately didn't say it. The other didn't ask. Just like that. In the afternoon In front of the courtyard, three silver-robed swordsmen came in a team and bowed outside the withered leaf sword master's door.
"Disciple Zhu Sengzhi, I'm here to say goodbye to the teacher. This trip requires us to inspect Beiluo River." "Disciple Qu Huayan, I'm here to say goodbye to the teacher. This trip requires us to inspect Beiluo River." "Disciple Sun Rufu, I'm here to say goodbye to the teacher. This trip requires us to inspect Beiluo River." Beiluo River is a large river that is quite close to the Puppet Sect and is also close to Nakong Lan Mountain. This trip is obviously extremely dangerous. The withered leaf sword master shouted: "Three kids, come into the house, and help me get a purple crow grass, two iron broom flowers, and a dried sweet osmanthus fruit from the medicine plaque at the door." The three sword cultivators smiled at each other, took the medicine, walked into the backyard, and then watched the old man busy. When the withered leaf sword master was done, the three of them saluted again. The atmosphere was inexplicably quiet, and then it was broken by the withered leaf sword master's hearty laughter. "Good kids, this is your chance." One of the sword cultivators laughed heartily: "Teacher is right. This time, I can use the blood of the demon disciple to wash my sword blade and enlighten my sword heart." Another sword cultivator said: "Disciple has been waiting for such an opportunity. Sword cultivators should sharpen their skills in danger. Only in this way can the sword be sharper!" Another female sword cultivator bowed again and said: "Teacher, take care." The withered leaf sword master nodded slightly, gave some instructions to the three people, and then watched the three sword rainbows fly away from the bamboo house. He looked up until the lonely shadow disappeared, then lowered his head with a sad look, but laughed for a long time and continued to be busy. In the past year, especially in the past two months, more and more disciples have come to say goodbye. In the evening, a thin layer of mist rose from the Misty Sea, flooding the islands and hills. Outside the fog, the sunset glow outside the clouds exudes a warm orange glow, spreading in the fog, making everything not only hazy, but also showing a yellowed freeze frame. Song Yan came to the door of the bamboo house again, wanting to say goodbye. The withered leaf swordsman couldn't help it after all, and asked: "Xiu Hu, did you go to the library to call the old woman?"
Song Yan said: "I called." The withered leaf swordsman said "Oh", pretending to be calm, as if he didn't want to ask more questions. But then, Song Yan said, "Teacher Meng asked me what kind of tea I brought her." Sword Master Kuye pricked up his ears, but snorted coldly and smiled indifferently, "It's just that I casually took some Xuan tea that I couldn't drink for her, but you are not stupid, you shouldn't say that." Song Yan gave a thumbs up and nodded, "Teacher still understands me." After that, he said, "The disciple said that this was treasured by Teacher Kuye for a long time, and he couldn't bear to drink it himself, so he brought it to Teacher Meng. I also said that Teacher Kuye thought that the disciple didn't know, but the disciple actually understood everything." Sword Master Kuye: ? ? ? "You" Song Yan slapped his head again and said, "The disciple also imitated the teacher's expression when talking to me that day." Sword Master Kuye's face was distorted, and he didn't know what strange syllables were uttered from his mouth. Song Yan pretended not to see it, but coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then imitated the tone of Master Kuye that day, saying: "Stop talking nonsense! Anyway, when you see her, you must say that the tea was just taken by me casually, and I don't want to drink it!" Master Kuye's face was completely ferocious, he jumped up in anger, and said: "Get out! Get out of here!" Song Yan said "Oh" indifferently, ran to the front of the yard, and disappeared in the fog again. Master Kuye stood there with a complicated expression, and suddenly the voice of the disciple came from the wind in the distance. "By the way, teacher, when I left, I saw Teacher Meng couldn't wait to brew the tea you sent. Looking at her expression, she liked it very much, but she also felt a little lost. The disciple didn't understand what was going on." The voice was clearly transmitted to Master Kuye's ears. The old man was stunned for a moment, and then let out a soft sigh. His back was slightly hunched, and he held onto the bamboo fence beside him, his eyes revealing memories of the past, and he murmured: "How come I'm old in a blink of an eye? You've also grown old, you won't be like this." Just as he finished murmuring, a cold voice suddenly came from the air. "What will happen then?" The withered leaf swordsman looked up suddenly, and saw an energetic old woman standing in the mist in the air with a sword, and her cold eyes were falling from the air. Who else could this old woman be if not Granny Meng? The two old people's eyes met. Granny Meng said: "The boy said that you invited me here today, and I deliberately closed the library early to come here." After that, the old woman flew down, as if she didn't notice the old man's extremely surprised expression, stretched her arms and walked into the fence door, and when she reached the door of the house, she turned back and said: "I'm tired all day, you invited me here, but you didn't cook some decent meals? I was looking forward to it." Sword Master Kuye turned around and said, "Rong'er, that was my fault. I shouldn't have coveted the power of the Crimson Palace monster and insisted on taking the risk of letting both of us take the Crimson Palace Pill at the same time, and said that we could explore the way forward together. As a result, both of us stayed in the early stage of the Crimson Palace and suffered from the poison of the pill."
Meng Po was silent for a while, and smiled, "You, you really bring up things that are not relevant. The boy is smarter than you. If I still care about this, would I come here today? We are all old, and those things are in the past." Sword Master Kuye's eyes turned red , then smiled and patted his head, saying: "Look at my memory, I just said you come, you come, but the food is not ready. Rong'er, wait, I have a lot of Xuan flowers and Xuan grass in my Xuantian that can be cooked, I'll go now, you sit down first, sit down first." Meng Po Po walked into the house, looked left and right, and said: "The layout of this house has almost not changed when we were together, you..." The old face of the withered leaf sword master blushed, and he flew towards the Xuantian like a rainbow. He was over a hundred years old, but his heart was beating again. Song Yan walked alone on the road, and the bamboo houses on both sides were hidden in the mist. This kind of mist makes people feel relaxed and happy, and it is really one in the sky and one on the earth compared to when he was in Nanzhu Peak before. But he keenly discovered that compared with when he first came, the number of residents in the bamboo houses on Hongye Island has obviously decreased. Some houses are empty, and people have left and they don't know whether they will come back. 'We have to hurry up. ’ Song Yan felt a little heavy in his heart. As soon as he returned to the bamboo house, he closed the door and quickly focused his attention on the "Hidden Sword Art" in the [Spell] column. At the same time, his eyes swept the "Mysterious Sword Sutra" in the [Skill] column. Today, he will practice the "Hidden Sword Art" first, and then practice the "Mysterious Sword Sutra" according to the hidden effect of the "Hidden Sword Art". A familiar message popped up. [Please choose to invest your life] [In the first year, after tireless practice, you have already entered the "Hidden Sword Art". After perceiving the principle of this art, you compare it with the "Condensed Evil Control Mysterious Art". You can't help but feel full of hope, because the underlying principles of the two arts are completely different] "Condensed Evil Control Mysterious Art" is a spell obtained by the "Qi Condensation Art" after two perfect mutations. This spell can swallow and hide the mysterious energy in the body to a certain extent through the evil spirit, and then suddenly burst out. This kind of spell requires extremely diligent practice to make the process of swallowing the mysterious energy extremely proficient, so that you can send and receive freely. But the "Hidden Sword Art" is completely different. The most important thing about "Sword Concealment" is not "skillfulness" but "state of mind". The first sentence is "If the heart hides the sword, why hold the sword? Just send and receive as you wish and operate as you wish". The essence of this magic is "relaxation", through "relaxation" you can enter a state of "extreme tranquility" with your whole body and mind. In this state, all the sword energy will calm down, just like a strong man's body and muscles are relaxed when he sleeps. If "Qi Containment" is to hide "something" in a drawer by all means, this "Sword Concealment" is to make these things temporarily less. Use thoughts as switches. If anger arises, the sword energy will suddenly burst out, and if the heart is calm, the sword energy will temporarily calm down. Since it is quiet, it is natural that the sword is hidden and cannot be discovered. [In the 21st year, you have practiced "Sword Concealment" to perfection, and all the sword energy can rest in your body. It is difficult to see when it is quiet, and it bursts when it moves. It moves and is at your will] Song Yan continued to invest his life span in order to change.
[In the 125th year, you comprehended the "Xuansha Swallowing Sword Technique" with the special characteristics of the Ghost Xuangen. Not only can you hide the sword energy through your state of mind, but you can also use the evil energy in your body to swallow up the exposed sword energy, but the sword energy after swallowing will completely turn into evil energy] [In the 2085th year, you deduced the second perfect mutation secret technique "Sword Evil Dual Phase Technique". As the saying goes, one thought can make you a Buddha and one thought can make you a demon. The former requires a clear state of mind, while the latter is chaotic and evil. If you can convert it at will, the sword energy can be evil energy, and the evil energy can also be sword energy] Song Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief, and after a little perception, he found that this "Sword Evil Dual Phase Technique" was actually a perfect spell based on "Hidden Sword Technique" and "Condensed Evil Control Mysterious Technique". Once he uses this spell, all the energy in his body will not only be quickly hidden through two ways, but also can be seamlessly converted between evil energy and sword energy. The various tricks in "Condensing Evil and Controlling Mystery", such as "swallowing other people's mysteries", "condensing qi to burst suddenly", etc., can also be used at will, and combined with the sharpness of the sword energy itself, it can be said to be ever-changing and outrageous. If the sword energy and evil energy were still obviously stiff during the first mutation, with a bit of "self-defeating" "stuck feeling", this second perfect mutation completely solved this problem. In addition, this "one thought of sword energy, one thought of evil energy" also means "one thought of sword cultivation, one thought of ghost cultivation" in a sense, which is really wonderful. However, Song Yan soon noticed another problem. Now the breath in his body is actually mostly ordinary mysteries, with only a small part of evil mysteries. If he cultivates all the "ordinary mysteries" into "sword energy", he can only convert to "sword evil" in the future, and cannot return to ordinary mysteries. The sword energy is sharp, the evil energy is weird, but it can no longer return to ordinary mysteries. Song Yan doesn't know whether it is good or bad. But he has no choice. ‘Since it’s good, then let go and practice the Xuanjian Sutra. It’s time to go a step further. ’