Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 81 Talking about Mysterious Taoism, Protecting Taoist Powers

"Are you refining your sword? Or are you refining yourself?"

"In the past two years, your mind has gradually calmed down, which is very good, but if I read correctly, you are a cultivator, right? You have spent too long and too much energy here, really does it worth?"

The skinny old man in the corner of the iron shop, he is a mortal.

In the entire Lifeng Mountain, there are much more ordinary people than monks, although they cannot meditate to sense spiritual energy or practice Taoism.

However, they can share the completion of the spiritual mine and even many preliminary constructions. Therefore, in Lifeng Mountain, the distance between monks and mortals is not as far as in most places, and there is no shortage of times when the two sides meet.

This old man in the ironware shop is like this. He was already here before Zhang Lie came. After Zhang Lie came, the old man liked to chat with him, because Zhang Lie was the only one, not People who find him annoying, at least they won't show it obviously.

For a while, Zhang Lie also considered whether the old man might be a hidden monk, but later he was sure not to be.

Because the words of this old man are full of longing for the life of a cultivator, just like all ordinary people without qualifications in this world, because they can't really experience it personally, so they imagine everything too beautifully.

The old man would advise Zhang Lie from time to time not to delay his path because of tempering the sword, even though he didn't really know what the path was.

But he would still persuade Zhang Lie to cherish the time.

"I'm just cherishing the time now. Although I can move forward now, I can go further, but if I stop now, I can go further in the future."

"So, how can you not be counting as cherishing the time?" Replied to the other party with a smile, but the work in hand did not stop.

A large part of the reason why Zhang Lie is willing to talk to the old man in front of him is because the actual ages of the two parties are similar. If you count the previous life, the two lives of himself are already over 50 years old, and the man sitting in the corner The old man is also at this age.

In this world, when a mortal lives to around 60 years old, he is close to the end of his life.

Don't think that this life span is short. In the last life, no matter whether it is the East or the West, the mortals in the feudal era were far from this average life span.

The reason why this old man can live a leisurely life every day is because he has served the cultivators all his life. At least the old people in Lifeng Mountain City don't have to worry about the pain of cold, hunger and cold.

"I still feel that what you want to find in your heart is not here. You just couldn't find the way forward for a while, so you chose to stay here to forge your sword."

As he talked, the old man was a little tired. He curled up and lay down in the corner, as if he felt that the smoky environment was very comfortable.But yes, this is the place where he has worked so hard all his life.

Not long after the old man lay down, Zhang Lie was also concentrating on forging the magic sword. At this moment, there was a vague quarrel outside, and after a while, a craftsman from the iron shop ran in, angrily appearance.

"Why, what happened outside?"

Zhang Lie frowned slightly and asked like this.

"Master Zhang, there is a person looking for trouble outside. He said that our swords are not good! The swords of Lifeng Mountain are not good, so are there any good swords in this world?"

Objectively speaking, of course there is. Lifeng Mountain is only a corner of the Nine Regions and Seven Continents in the strict sense, it is a small place.

However, if you talk about this kind of reasoning with the craftsman in front of you at this time, you are obviously out of your mind.

"How can there be such a lunatic, go, I will accompany you out to have a look."

"It's so good, with Master Zhang here, see how that bastard dares to say that our sword is not good!"

This ironware shop is not small in scale. It is jointly run by mortals and low-level cultivators. It manufactures first- and second-level low-level sword armors.

Quantity is not quality, but Zhang Lie's own weapon refining aptitude is average, and his sword refining skills are average, not to mention that he came to appreciate the nature of gold, so he can first seek quantity and then quality, but after so long, the iron shop Both ordinary mortals and monks have faintly sensed Zhang Lie's extraordinary identity, and some monks even recognized him, but Zhang Lie is unwilling, and no one dares to speak out, just let those mortals know that this person is extraordinary, and pay more attention to it.

Walking out of the house with the craftsman, Zhang Lie only felt his eyes light up.

Because at this time, the target is a person who is facing the wind in a jade tree, with elegant white robes, and delicate features, who can only be described as a peerless gentleman. His well-maintained hands like a prince are like white jade. He is holding a dharma sword from the iron shop, playing with it and watching it.

Behind this person, there is another handsome book boy in Tsing Yi, but this person is a woman disguised as a man, and the ring marks on her throat and ears have not been covered, but at this moment she is also angry, and some eyes are too high domineering.

"What's wrong with our sword? It's sharp and strong. Its internal pattern and mana flow are all first-class. If you don't tell me why today, I will definitely make you look good."

This is an ironware shop run by the official Jinhong Valley Sect, so it has a lot of power and is really not afraid of outsiders.

"If it's not good, it's not good. If my master says it's a useless sword, then it's a useless sword."

"Hey, Ping'er, step back."

Zhang Lie was not far away, looking at the scene in front of him was a bit like watching a costume drama, he felt a sense of detachment from the situation, but he was surrounded by his colleagues, at least he pretended to be in the same hatred on the face.

The cultivator in white undoubtedly wanted to reason, so he casually picked up a dharma sword and flicked it casually, the hard dharma sword suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Just this move made the mortals and immortal cultivators and artisans present subconsciously back away.

They have never seen it, but they have always heard of it. They know that the monks who can do this move, at least it will not take much effort to kill them all present.

"Including this sword, all the dharma swords in your store are sharp and rigid, more than sharp, but not flexible enough. Of course, there is no problem with such flying swords when they are used to attack the weak with the strong, but once they meet the opponent, It is often very easy to break, and the most important thing is that the grade is still very low, so it can be said that it is almost useless, and there is no chance to attack the weak with the strong."

Relying on this set of sword principles and the flying sword in his hand that was almost cracked, the people present looked at each other. Although they held back their breath and refused to retreat, no one dared to say anything else.

Seeing this, the white-clothed cultivator smiled, threw down a middle-grade spirit stone, and planned to turn around and leave with the maid.

However, at this moment, a dejected craftsman saw Zhang Lie behind the crowd, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang, you come to judge, you come to judge!"

Originally, Zhang Lie had finished watching the fun, and Zhang Lie was going to turn around and go back, but at this moment, he was stopped by the craftsman, and the craftsmen and masters around him all looked at him with hopeful eyes.

This is the shop they depend on to make a living. Even if what the white-clothed monk in front of him said is true and correct, many people still cannot accept being slapped in the face like this in front of other customers.

They work here, and it's nothing more than a cultivator. Many mortals work for a lifetime, and even generations of ancestors.

Seeing Zhang Lie at this moment, it was like a person who fell into the water grasping something. No matter what it is at this moment, it is tightly grasping and unwilling to let go.

"It seems that we have to change to another iron shop in the future." Zhang Lie felt so emotional in his heart, but Zhang Lie still walked up. After all, he has been working with him for two years, and he can't be smashed in front of everyone's jobs, and he is still unmoved.

"The combination of yin and yang, and the complementarity of hardness and softness, this is of course the righteous principle of Taoism. But you don't know the method of pure yang, the art of Taiyin, are these not the way of practice?"

"At the beginning of practice, most people are unable to take care of everything and take everything into consideration. I don't think this is a fault, but an advantage. Fellow Daoist, do you think we should cultivate one skill to perfect ourselves, or cultivate hundreds of skills to complete the Dao?" ?”

Hearing Zhang Lie's words, the monk in white who was about to go out slowly turned around. Before he could speak, the maid beside him spoke first.

"My master said, the steel is extremely easy to break!"

"But if you haven't broken it, how do you know that you have reached the pole of rigidity?"

"you…"

"Ping'er, shut up."

"Yes."

The young man in white, he looked Zhang Lie up and down, and the expression in his eyes gradually brightened.

"Fellow Daoist said these words, and there is a sense of harmony between body and mind. Hongyu downstairs, dare to ask if you know the name of your fellow Daoist?"

"Zhang Zhong." Zhang Lie has used this name for the past two years, and now that he is leaving, there is no need to reveal his real name.

"Zhang Daoyou, little brother still has important matters to attend to. I hope we will have a chance to meet again soon."

After speaking, Lou Hongyu turned around and left with the maid named Ping'er behind him.

This kind of performance can be regarded as a step down for the ironware shop, so the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only a few mortals or craftsmen, whispering to each other about Lou Hongyu and Zhang Jiangshi just now.

Above the market, the master and the servant were walking one after the other.

Obviously, Lou Hongyu usually dotes on his maid named Ping'er, so at this moment, the little girl is pouting her lips, but she is full of anger.

However, after waiting for a long time, the usually gentle master came to coax her, so the little girl finally couldn't help but said:
"Master, Mrs. You asked you to taste the Nanyue swordsmanship first. Why did you not visit the real monks or famous swordsmen after you came here, but went to various iron shops every day? What good swords can an iron shop have? ?”

Because the little girl was still angry, the noble young man walking in front ignored her, until Ping'er lost her temper and stood where she was, refusing to leave, Lou Hongyu shook his head helplessly, turned around Comes:
"You, I really spoiled you."

"Famous swordsmiths all have their own strong personal styles. Although each has its own characteristics, it is difficult to represent the swordsmanship style of each region and region. On the contrary, these shops that mainly sell low- and mid-level flying swords are either fierce or feminine. Be it evil, or Qingling, the characteristics of their swords, in fact, can more accurately reflect the true swordsmanship style of a region."

"Besides, I met a very interesting person today. Just this person makes me feel that my trip to Lifeng Mountain is not in vain!"

"Embracing both yin and yang, the sword is divided into hardness and softness, and pure yang and yin are all excellent sword principles... But why what I see is a crouching tiger with low blood, sitting howling and generating wind?"

The more you talk about it later, the more strange the attitude of this young man in white is, as if he was drinking wine, and finally he turned around and strode away, but at this moment, it was that Ping'er who was in a hurry, and she yelled to ask the master to wait for her , running with his hem up, but he felt so wronged in his heart.

"Usually the master dotes on me very much, it's all because of that stinky blacksmith just now."

Having made a name for himself in the limelight, he will no longer be able to practice swords with peace of mind. After forging the last magic sword for the ironware shop, Zhang Lie bid farewell to the old man in the corner, and then turned around without looking back. leave.

At this time, the old man who was curled up in the corner of the shop suddenly looked up and looked at the background of the young man who had been chatting with him for two years, thinking that the other party would never come back here again.

"Okay, okay, you don't belong here, you shouldn't belong here."

"I dream my dream, you go and find your way."

When Yu Jian flew back, Zhang Lie saw a shaky sword light flying in his direction.

At first he frowned, thinking that this was someone from the younger generation, who could be let out to guard the sword with such shallow cultivation, but when he got a little closer and saw who it was, Zhang Lie became even more annoyed, and the next moment he sped up and flew away passed.

Fang Jirou, who was lying down and almost lying on the sword light, only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the next moment he was pulled up by the collar of his back.

"What's the matter with you, you dare to use the sword with such a little cultivation? I remember that you are the only one in your family. Who can you leave my pension to?"

"No, it's not my brother, it's your master, it's your master who is here."

"what?"

"Otherwise, why would I come to you in such a hurry? It's really the master who came."

Hearing this, Zhang Lie used a magic power to wrap Fang Jirou, and then threw it to the shade of the tree below. Then, regardless of the screams of Jirou behind him, the sword light rolled towards the direction of Xianzhi Peak Fly away quickly.

"Shouldn't have discovered something, otherwise Fang Jirou would never have come alive to send me a letter. Then why did the master come to Lifeng Mountain? I heard that the Yan family was very noisy during this time. It should be in the north."

Because of flying away with all his strength, Zhang Lie soon returned to Xianzhi Peak.

If it weren't for Yin Yifei's separation, Zhang Lie should have respected his master very much. The advice and guidance over the years has laid a solid foundation for himself in practice. If there is no such a master, many sword principles in the Disha Sword Sutra , I probably can't understand it at all until now, and I can't understand it.

After arriving at Xianzhi Peak's own cave, Yan Wan was already busy serving tea and water outside.

Zhang Lie ignored her, but walked quickly into the inner room.

Then, he saw the tall, thin and cold Taoist standing with his back facing him, wearing a black robe and carrying a sword, admiring the graphics and sword theory on the stone wall: Master, Yin Tianchou, Taoist of the Seven Evil Spirits.

"Disciple Zhang Lie, pay homage to Master."

Zhang Lie stepped forward to pay homage to the Daoists.

In this world, respecting teachers and ancestors, for a cultivator, the interaction with teachers may be more than the intersection with his own parents.

Just like Zhang Lie, after his spiritual root was discovered in this life, he was taken to the mountain. For the next 20 years, his parents never saw each other again, but they met for the last time when they were going from Yanzhou in the south to Hanzhou in the north. At a glance, the parents who have become landlords.

Zhang Lie has the memory of his previous life, so he can see the separation and awe in the depths of his eyes when the parents with their children around their knees are looking at him: this is the difference between immortals and mortals in this world.

Therefore, immortal cultivators often regard their masters as their fathers, and the relationship between many masters and apprentices is closer than that of blood children.

"Well, get up. It seems that you haven't spent the past two years in vain. Many sword theories are quite interesting, but you just write these things on the hall, and let the two servant girls read them?"

Zhang Lie, who bent over to pay his respects, only felt a wave of invisible magic power brushing him up, and at the same time, such whispers came from his ears.

"It's not too core to comprehend the sword intent. I recorded it casually during the tea break. They can watch it if they like. If they have some comprehension, it can also inspire my thoughts."

"...Hahahaha, you kid, you are a bit arrogant, but you have the qualifications."

Satisfied with a big smile, he turned around. Taoist Qisha seems to be in a particularly good mood today, but Zhang Liexiu has four elements of Dharma to help his spiritual consciousness. He vaguely feels that the master in front of him is a little unstable, but Not sure.

"I don't have anything else to do. I just pass by Lifeng Mountain to visit you after completing a task for the sect, and I will tell you two happy events by the way." Little sell off.

"What happy event?" Zhang Lie acted urgently at the right time.

"Firstly, it is because your big sister succeeded in building the foundation, and it should be due to your encouragement. I thought that she would have to wait until she was 60 years old to rush over, but now it is earlier than I thought. Some."

"It's indeed a happy event! It seems that I have to prepare a gift now. The foundation-building gift of the elder sister must not be too flimsy."

Zhang Lie's face showed joy, but this was sincere. Over the years, the relationship between Li Manmei and himself has been very good. Senior sister Li Manmei taught on behalf of the teacher.

"Master, what is the second happy event?"

"Secondly, it was Kong Xiu who gave birth to a boy for Yifei, so I've settled my mind."

"... Congratulations to Master for having a descendant, there will be someone who will inherit the orthodoxy in the future."

Regarding this matter, Zhang Lie didn't know what to say for a while. According to the concept of his previous life, there should be some semi-forced circumstances in this matter.

But according to the concept of this life, everything Yin Tianchou did was reasonable, reasonable and legal, not to mention Zhang Lie knew his master well, he would persecute Kong Xiu, but he would not easily force Kong Xiu. It's too big, the persecution of Taoist Qisha should be something that Kong Xiu, the sixth junior sister, can't bear to resist.

"It's true that Tianding was imported, but there are successors who will inherit the orthodox lineage. With the lessons learned from Yifei, I'm really not sure."

"Okay, old five, I'm leaving. This time I came here just to see you, and there is nothing specific."

"Master, at least hang around for a few days, let the disciple do his best! At least, at least drink a cup of tea before leaving." Although he was relieved in his heart, Zhang Lie immediately showed a look of reluctance.

However, Taoist Qisha has a temperament of coming and going like the wind, and he will leave as soon as he says, even Yanwan has not even tasted the high-quality spiritual tea that Yan Wan has just brewed and brought to the cave.

It took some time to cook the fine spirit tea, Taoist Qi Sha came so suddenly, even if Yan Wan was in a hurry, she only brought the spirit tea at this time.

"Five!"

When he reached the entrance of the cave, Yin Tianchou, the Daoist of the Seven Demons, suddenly turned around and pushed the two items in his hands into Zhang Lie's hands.

"Master knows that you are arrogant, but the foundation building state is stronger than the Qi training state. Sometimes, time is fate, and it is difficult to have both."

"In this jade slip is the essence of my seven evil spirits, but I have set up a forbidden law, and you can't open it before the foundation. In this sword tablet, I have injected the essence of the seven evil spirits. The sword energy of the sword, don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary, and don't rely on it."

Taoist Qisha handed over two items to Zhang Lie, one was a green jade slip and the other was a bronze sword tablet.

The moment he took them into his hands, Zhang Lie's mind buzzed.

He has been cultivating in this world for many years, so how could he not know what these two items are: one is the inheritance of martial arts, and the other is the supernatural power to protect the Dao!
Taoist Qisha failed to advance to the Golden Core Realm, otherwise the former should be called the Taoist inheritance.And the copper sword tablet is even more terrible, and there are probably not many of them in the entire Tongxuan cultivation world.

Talisman treasures are treasures created by senior monks to protect the family and future generations, splitting the origin of the real magic weapon of Jindan Realm.

Because they are damaged, strong and fat, they are rare in the Tongxuan cultivation world, but in families with a long history, it is not difficult to keep one or two.Because Jindan realm real people also have a lifespan limit, when approaching the end of their lifespan, many of them will try to make one or two talisman treasures.

However, magical powers to protect the Dao are rare, and it is necessary for monks who are above the foundation and have a strong Daoist foundation to bless their heirs or blood relatives by self-destructing the Daoist foundation.

And it can't be near the end of life, because the monks who are close to the end of life will damage their Dao foundation, and they no longer have the preconditions to use the supernatural powers to protect the Tao.So this forms a paradox, a monk with a strong Dao foundation must have a strong heart to seek Tao, how could he be willing to damage his Dao foundation?It is difficult for a monk who cares too much about blood kinship to have a powerful foundation.

Therefore, magical powers to protect the Tao are even rarer than talisman treasures, and they may not appear once in thousands of years, let alone come from the hands of monks like Taoist Qisha.

"Master, you..."

"Don't look at me like this. When I saw my grandson was born, I suddenly felt something and wanted to make such a thing. Lie Er, sometimes, time is fate, and I have never blamed you as a teacher. "

(End of this chapter)