First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 696: Spiritual Words

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It is Weng Jiu.

Su Yi is not surprised. After entering Jiuding City, he realized that the Daxia soldiers who were distributed in the city had already seen his identity.

It would be strange if Weng Jiu didn't come to see him.

"Fellow Daoist, my master has already sent someone to clean the Qingyun Courtyard, and I'm waiting for you to come."

Weng Jiu said with a smile, "In addition, when you settle down properly, my master will come to visit fellow Taoists in person."

He looks happy.

"Qingyun Courtyard?"

Su Yi couldn't help showing a hint of memory and said, "Let's go."

Immediately, the group boarded the bronze chariot and went with Weng Jiu to the Qingyun Courtyard by the Jinlin Lake in Qinglongfang.

The spring is just right, the warm wind is blowing slightly, and the green willows and new flowers are blooming.

Qingyun Courtyard has a new look.

Su Yi still remembers that when he left, the weather was cold and the ground was freezing.

Now I come again, I will see luxuriant flowers and trees, lush forests and bamboos, ponds and streams flowing like jade belts, and spring is everywhere.

However, just looking at the courtyard for a moment, Su Yi's nose twitched slightly and said, "Someone lived here before?"

Weng Jiu couldn't help but be surprised and said, "How did fellow Taoist find out?"

Su Yi smiled and said, "I just happened to smell a different breath."

"So it is."

Weng Jiu thought for a while and said, "To tell the truth, a few days ago, the mother and his party of His Highness Qing Yuan lived here for a while, but two days ago, they Moved out."

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, everything in Qingyun Xiaoyuan has been changed again."

Su Yi didn't care about this. He asked with great interest, "Can you tell me about Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

Weng Jiu hesitated for a while, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, Xiao Lao does not dare to talk about this matter, but can only say that the mother of His Royal Highness Qing Yuan was once the most favorite woman of the Lord, but many years ago I left Daxia before. As for other things... if you are really interested, you better ask my master."

Su Yi smiled and said, "Alright."

When everything was set up properly, Weng Jiu hurried away.

Su Yi took out the rattan chair and sat lazily by the courtyard pond.

The water in the pond is gleaming, the lotus leaves are floating, and groups of carp swim around, jumping out of the water from time to time, splashing a circle of ripples.

"We haven't seen them for months, but these fish are hungry and thin."

Su Yi took some moon crayfish as bait and threw it into the pond, which immediately attracted groups of carp to **** it.

"Brother Su, I plan to take Master and Qing Ya to go shopping in the city, but you?"

Wen Xinzhao came, and she opened her mouth with a smile.

The girl has bright eyes and moist eyes, a pretty face, and a simple and beautiful temperament.

"You go."

Su Yi lacked interest.

He has never been interested in shopping, but occasionally he is interested, and he will go for a walk in the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Oh, let's go then."

Wen Xinzhao waved.

Soon, he went out with Han Yan and Qing Ya.

Time ticks by.

The shadows of the flowers and trees in the courtyard gradually shifted, and the light and shadow were interlaced.

Su Yi was lying in the rattan chair, seemingly asleep, but in fact he was condensing the power of the Great Dao in the spiritual palace in his body.

On the way to Daxia, he has been smelting the five elements, wind and thunder, and yin and yang.

Up to now, the three kinds of exquisite Taoism have been initially blended

, gradually revealing a completely different charm.

That is the breath that belongs to the Taoist meaning of "Original Beginning".

"One percent of the spiritual palace is like the mother furnace of the human body, the grand avenue, and the source of refining. This is the 'big' of the spiritual cultivator and the beginning of the spiritual path."

"When I really condense the three kinds of unrivaled Dao rhyme into the primordial Dao meaning, with the power of the Dao, I can truly be regarded as a 'spiritual way'."

"According to this entry, within seven days, when I can truly condense the meaning of Yuanshi Dao, by then, my strength will be greatly improved."

"However, the tempering of Yuanshi Taoism requires water grinding time..."

Su Yi thought silently.

The way of Yuan Dao is to cultivate Dao Yun.

And the spiritual path is the Taoist meaning of cultivation!

The polishing and tempering of Taoism is also divided into four stages: subtle, small, large, and perfect.

The more powerful the Taoist power is, the more effective it will become in the sense of the power of heaven and earth and the control of its own Taoism during battle, and the more terrifying its power will be.

Twilight is slowly approaching.

The sunset glow is magnificent and splendid.

The appearance of Taoism at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty has a similar charm.

Suddenly, a figure passed over the wall and came to the courtyard.

This is a middle-aged man in a yellow robe with a jade-like face and a jade fan in his hand.

He is obviously an uninvited character, but he seems to come to his own yard, calmly and leisurely.

The middle-aged Huangpao glanced around and landed on Su Yi, who was sitting in the rattan chair on the side of the pond, and said, "Little guy, are you the only one here?"

Su Yi absentmindedly said: "There is another demon."

"Demon?"

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The middle-aged Huangpao was surprised, "Where is it, why didn't I see it?"

Su Yi said: "Aren't you a demon?"

The middle-aged Huangpao's pupils were slightly condensed, and he said with a smile: "I didn't see it, you little guy has vicious eyesight! I heard that Emperor Xia has a distinguished guest who wants to live in this small courtyard of Qingyun, shouldn't he... Is that you?"

Su Yi was sitting lazily on the rattan chair, without even raising his eyelids, he said slowly, "Don't talk nonsense, just tell me your purpose."

The middle-aged Huangpao frowned and couldn't help but look at Su Yi again.

In the twilight, the teenager lay in the rattan chair, as if closing his eyes and resting, adding a mysterious atmosphere.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged Huang Pao said: "I have nothing else to do here, I just want to come and see what the distinguished guests of Emperor Xia look like, and what kind of cultivation base and origin they have."

"Really, I thought I was the enemy and came to kill me."

Su Yi stretched his waist in the rattan chair, stood up loosely, and said casually, "In this case, I will not embarrass you, leave one arm, and you can leave alive."

The middle-aged Huang Pao was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Suddenly, he laughed dumbly, clapped the jade fan in his hand, and a strange purple flame flashed in his eyes, saying: "Then... I'm afraid it depends on whether you have strength."

As soon as the voice sounded, each word had a strange rhythm, resounding in this twilight garden like the murmur of a ghost.

The nearby flowers and trees trembled violently.

Swarms of carp swimming in the pond were all stiff and motionless in the water.

The surging airflow in the void seems to stop at this moment.

An eerie still, oppressive atmosphere envelops the courtyard.

"Look, you can't move now, your soul has been lost, your state of mind has been taken away, in my eyes, and the little lamb who is allowed to slaughter

No difference. "

At the same time, the middle-aged Huangpao smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I didn't come to kill you, it's just because your attitude was too bad before, so I gave you a little punishment."

Speaking, he raised his chin, his eyes filled with playfulness, and said, "Come on, kneel down for Grandpa first, and kowtow three times to listen."

Su Yi, who had been standing quietly on the side of the rattan chair, finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

The middle-aged Huang Pao was stunned for a moment, then his pupils contracted, as if he was greatly frightened, and lost his voice: "You... When did you wake up?"

Su Yi said: "Although the technique of 'Spirit of Soul Capture' of the Purple Moon Fox clan is not bad, it seems that you haven't practiced it well, so I've been awake all the time."

Middle-aged in yellow robe: "..."

His body froze and his face changed completely.

It should be noted that, with his cultivation at the level of the spirit phase, under the sudden use of the secret technique of "Spirit of the Soul", it is enough to catch people in the same realm by surprise.

And to deal with the characters in the spirit phase, it is even more easy to capture, and it has never been lost!

But now, he is only a teenager, but he is not affected at all. How can this not surprise the middle-aged Huangpao?

Shhh!

The middle-aged figure in the yellow robe flashed and flew away.

Undoubtedly, he realized that something was wrong, and he planned to get away as soon as possible!

But the figure was still in the air, and an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in my ear:

"What do you do when you're in a panic, and you try my soul-defying technique."

"Duh!"

A Daoyin sounded like Hong Zhong Da Lu, which slammed violently in the middle-aged soul of the yellow robe.

At this moment, his soul was in severe pain, his eyes were black, his body staggered, he fell from the air, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Not good!"

The middle-aged Huangpao turned pale with fright, and was about to struggle.

"Come on, kneel down first, I won't let you call me grandpa, kowtow three times and listen."

It was an understatement, but it sounded like a divine voice, making the middle-aged man in yellow robe twitch and tremble, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

Soon, his eyes were dull and empty, and his expression was lost, like a walking corpse, kneeling there and kowtow to the ground.

Bang! boom! boom!

Kowtow three times, the ground made a heart-pounding muffled sound.

And Su Yi, who had already sat back in the rattan chair, looked at the middle-aged Huangpao indifferently, and said, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged Huangpao knelt down on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he said with a blank expression: "Pu Huai."

"Who sent you?"

"Saint Pu Surong."

"Who is she?"

"I am the thirteenth saint of the Purple Moon Fox clan, the sister of the patriarch."

"Why did she bring you here?"

"This place was originally the sojourn place prepared by Emperor Xia for the saintess, but the Emperor Xia expelled the saints two days ago because of a distinguished guest. I felt uncomfortable, so I came to see , what is the sacred guest in the mouth of Xia Huang?"

Su Yi heard this~IndoMTL.com~ finally vaguely understood, "Pu Surong...is Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

The middle-aged Huangpao said: "Xia Qingyuan? No, the daughter of the saint is called Pu Qingyuan."

Su Yi snorted, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Do you recognize Ruohuan?"

As early as when he entered Qingyun Small Courtyard, he smelled a faint scent, and recognized that it was the unique "body fragrance" of the Purple Moon Fox Clan.

At the beginning, he thought it was the girl in the yellow dress named "Ruohuan" that he had seen in Daqin had appeared here.

But now, it's obviously not the same thing!

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