I will Bury the Gods Chapter 13: : Black Phoenix Monument

It rained again at night, and this rain drained away the boredom accumulated for several days. In the morning, when Lin Shouxi pushed the door and walked out, he saw the mountains and cliffs in the distance were illuminated into golden screens, snow-white. Clouds floated from behind the mountain and crossed overhead, like fish in the deep sea swimming up to the sky.

The courtyard is cold and there is no one around.

These days, Lin Shouxi always felt that his heart was covered with a thin layer of fog. Now that the rain is over and the sky clears up, after he saw through Xiaohe's "true face", the fog in his heart also dissipated.

Lin Shouxi came to a water-logged depression alone and leaned forward.

This was the first time he took a serious look at his own figure after he came to this world.

The long jet-black hair was not tied up, but fell naturally on the shoulders, the cheeks had the unique softness of a teenager, and there was also a slight, sharp edge like a knife, and the eyes were black and white, clear and clear like water , the white daoist robe swaying in the water waves, blending with the clouds floating in the sky.

Perhaps because he was a little thinner, he even felt that he was a little strange.

Lin Shouxi looked at it quietly for a while, and finally smiled softly, leaving his gaze away from the water and looking further away.

The appearance of the giant lake became a bit clearer. There was still water evaporating in the center, and a large amount of white gas came out. A flock of black birds hovered over the lake. corner of .

And behind him, the ancient courtyard hangs alone on the cliff, like a row of old trees with roots, which will be torn down by frequent storms at any time.

Lin Shouxi took a deep breath, feeling the reality the world gave him.

Not long after, Wang Erguan pushed the door and came out. This little fat man was always very diligent, and he hurriedly came to the wall with the heart method written on it early in the morning, and sat down like Master Yun, with his head held high to practice.

When Lin Shouxi returned to the yard, Wang Erguan was a little surprised.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Wang Erguan asked, "Could it be that you have started to work hard?"

"I suddenly fell ill yesterday, and I have been a little scared. I always feel that I can't open my eyes when I close them, so I can't sleep well." Lin Shouxi shook his head and said.

"It's like this." Wang Erguan regained his mental balance.

Ji Luoyang soon pushed the door out. This young man with a stern face when he first met him seemed to be the most amiable at the moment, and his relationship with the two of them was not too bad.

"How's your body?" Ji Luoyang asked.

"Old wounds are not healed and new wounds are added, how can it get better?" Lin Shouxi said helplessly: "I don't have any hope."

"You don't seem like someone who would give up casually." Ji Luoyang said with a smile.

Wang Erguan also snorted coldly: "I think the more calm the person on the surface, the more serious they are in their bones."

Lin Shouxi smiled lightly and did not refute.

Ji Luoyang also sat down by the wall, meditating and practicing.

"How is your ability to dispel cold?" Wang Erguan showed off, "I'm almost done with my ability to dispel water."

"It's just started." Ji Luoyang shook his head and said, "You are indeed very talented in practicing spells. I'm not as good as you."

"Could it be so simple that you can't practice the art of expelling cold?" Wang Erguan said with a smile: "Then the gap between us will only get bigger and bigger. of."

This sentence is not only for Ji Luoyang, but also for Lin Shouxi.

But after Wang Erguan finished speaking, he looked behind him, only to find that Lin Shouxi had disappeared at some point, and he didn't hear his sarcasm at all.

"What's the use of blindly escaping?" Wang Erguan snorted coldly.

……

The door of Lin Shouxi's room was closed tightly. This handsome young man was wearing a white Daoist robe, sitting quietly on the bed.

Yesterday, in order to deceive Xiaohe and make Wang Erguan keep the forecaster's prophecy, he feigned an illness. Give him some real anger.

Although these qi were far from enough, they also promoted the healing of his injuries.

This also inspired him - he can cheat other people's true energy. Of course the only other person here is Xiaohe.

Lin Shouxi didn't think about it for the time being. He used the method taught by Luo Shu to circulate his true energy, and found that the pain in his body had subsided a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his body and mind, and continued to comprehend the Black Phoenix Sword Sutra with White Pupils.

Looking at the white sparrow that day, the white sparrow's reaction gave him a lot of confidence in this sword technique.

When Lin Shouxi was a child, before Lin Shouxi learned this sword scripture, his master took him to the back mountain to see a stone tablet.

The stele has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and is old and mottled. The handwriting on it is crooked, not like it was written by a human being.

The master said that the following content is the origin of the black phoenix:

"The black phoenix is ​​the master of the sky, born from the water, and formed by the wind, bathing in the sky, thunder, and fire as feathers, condensing the clouds and the sky as eyes, breaking through the heavens and voids, three nirvana, burning all bones and blood , cut off its shadow, and become immeasurable."

"Is this a myth or legend?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Maybe it's true."

"Black Phoenix... But there is no record of it in the Classics of Mountains and Seas."

"The real gods will not be trapped in human words, because it is one of the original symbols." Master said.

Lin Shouxi didn't quite understand, so he asked, "There are nine levels in this sword scripture, what are the nine levels?"

"Born in water, shaped in the wind, bathed in sky and thunder and earth fire, condensed in the clouds and up to the sky, the water, wind, thunder, fire, cloud, and light here are the first six layers. After the cultivation is completed, you can control these The power of the elements, and the third level is breaking the sky, nirvana, and extinction, and its power is immeasurable." The master repeated what the patriarch had heard in his dream.

"Is it so powerful."

"Of course, in the future, if you encounter difficulties in cultivation, just ask the master."

"Okay."

A few years later, Lin Shouxi successfully cultivated to the eighth level. He curiously asked the master: "I have already cultivated to the eighth level, but let alone breaking the void and nirvana, I don't even feel the power of the first six levels." , What... is this going on?"

"There are six levels of talent for a teacher, you ask me?" The master is confident.

To this day, Lin Shouxi has not been able to figure out what went wrong in his cultivation, so he can only attribute the responsibility to the exaggerated statement of the master or the ancestor.

He stayed in the eighth layer for a year, but he still couldn't find a way to break through.

But in the past few days, the environment and mood have undergone earth-shaking changes, the bottleneck has loosened vaguely, and he has glimpsed a corner of the ninth layer.

I just don't know if time will wait for him.

While Lin Shouxi was meditating, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiaohe, come in." He said.

The slender girl with snow-haired hair pushed open the door, and she stepped over the threshold, holding the wooden lunch box brought by the old woman with her bent arms.

"How do you know it's me?" Xiao He asked.

"Listen to the footsteps."

"Can you hear my footsteps?" Xiaohe was a little surprised.

"It's because I didn't hear it that I knew it was you." Lin Shouxi replied.

"Oh..."

Xiaohe put the lunch box on the ground beside his bed, then went to the window, opened the curtain, and let the light come in.

She looked at Lin Shouxi who was sitting upright, and asked curiously, "Are you healed from your injury? Why are you starting to meditate?"

"It's getting better, and the flow of true energy has become much smoother." Lin Shouxi said.

"Well, that's good." Xiaohe nodded.

They didn't talk anymore, Lin Shouxi was practicing as if there was no one else, his true energy swirling around his body, drawing a wonderful trajectory.

Xiaohe just glanced at it boredly at first, but gradually, she seemed to be very interested, and stared at Lin Shouxi without blinking, watching the subtle flow of true energy.

When Lin Shouxi opened his eyes, he saw Xiaohe staring at him.

"Why haven't you left yet? What are you looking at so preoccupied?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Because you are good-looking." Xiaohe smiled sweetly, "You are so good-looking, why don't people take a second look?"

"Didn't you still get angry with me yesterday?"

"It's just a joke, how can I be so petty?"

Sitting on the chair, Xiaohe shrank her petite body, hugged her knees with her hands, and always looked at Lin Shouxi with a faint smile in her eyes.

"Don't look, don't delay your cultivation." Lin Shouxi said.

"There's nothing to delay." Xiaohe said nonchalantly.

Lin Shouxi let out a breath and started the second round of training.

Xiaohe looked at it for a while, finally couldn't help it, and asked curiously:

"What are you practicing now? Why doesn't it look like the mental method taught by Master Yun."

"Why do you care about this?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Of course I want to care about you. Yesterday you got mad and you scared me. I won't allow you to practice messy things." Xiaohe had a stern face.

"It's not a mess." Lin Shouxi said, "This is the sword technique that my master taught me."

"Swordsmanship?" Xiaohe was slightly startled.

In this world, swordsmanship is far more precious than martial arts spells, because evil spirits and dragon corpses, the two greatest enemies of the human race, must use swords engraved with divine patterns or ancestor seals to truly obliterate.

"Well, my master said that when he was young, he met a swordsman covered in blood at the foot of the mountain. The swordsman had one eye and one arm, and he seemed to have been tortured. When he was about to die, he used a set of sword skills Passed it to my master, saying that it was a skill taught by an immortal, and asked my master to record it no matter what, and then my master passed it on to me."

Lin Shouxi said without changing his face: "But I don't think there is anything special about this sword technique. It is a fantasy to be taught by an immortal. I practice occasionally just to strengthen my body."

"One-eyed, one-armed swordsman... Immortal..." Xiaohe looked at him suspiciously, a strange color flashed in his eyes

"I think this sword technique is interesting, um, does it have a name?" Xiaohe asked.

"Yes." Lin Shouxi changed the name of the Baitong Black Phoenix Sword Sutra, and told Xiaohe, "It's called the Baixue Liuyun Sword Sutra."

"Bai Xue Liuyun?"

Xiaohe subconsciously stroked the hair hanging on her chest. She looked down at the ends of the hair and twirled her fingers lightly, "It's a meaningful sword name."

"It's really quite artistic." Lin Shouxi agreed.

"Why do you hide in the room and practice secretly?" Xiaohe asked.

"Because the master said that this is a secret that cannot be passed on, so you have to practice in hiding." Lin Shouxi said seriously.

"It's like this." Xiaohe smiled with bent eyes, "Then why don't you shy away from me?"

"Hmm..." Lin Shouxi said hesitantly, "I thought you were gone."

"Really?"

Xiaohe rested her chin on her knees and tilted her head to look at him.

Lin Shouxi didn't answer.

Xiaohe asked: "Or, you don't regard me as an outsider?"

Lin Shouxi's expression moved slightly, a little flustered, but he managed to remain calm.

Xiaohe looked at his appearance~IndoMTL.com~ walked silently to his bed, sat down gently, her slender legs swayed gently, and stared at the boy beside her with big eyes, as if Asking for an answer.

"Actually..." Lin Shouxi took a deep breath: "You look a bit like my sister."

"What?" Xiao He was also taken aback.

"When I was young, I had a younger sister..." Lin Shouxi was silent for a long time, his eyes turned slightly red when he looked at Xiaohe, "If she lived to this day, she should be as old as you."

It was the first time for Xiaohe to see his mood fluctuate so much. In the slightly choked voice, she also smelled the deep sadness and was infected a little bit, her eyes trembled.

"Okay, don't think about sad things." Xiaohe didn't ask about her sister.

"Yes." Lin Shouxi nodded.

Xiaohe quietly sat beside him and accompanied him. About half an hour later, Lin Shouxi calmed down and looked at Xiaohe again.

"Are you very interested in this set of sword scriptures?" Lin Shouxi had already figured out how to manipulate the sword scriptures.

"Ah...not particularly interested." Xiaohe was a little shy.

"Forget it."

"Hey, wait a minute." Xiaohe said hastily, "Isn't this the secret of your sect? Even if I'm really interested, you won't teach me the teachings from your ancestors, right?"

"There is a way." Lin Shouxi said.

"Huh?"

"I can accept apprentices on behalf of the master, so that if you enter my sect, I can properly teach you the sword scriptures." Lin Shouxi watched her.

"What? Accepting apprentices on behalf of the teacher?" Xiaohe blinked dumbly, "Then I will be yours..."

"Junior Sister." Lin Shouxi answered.

"I don't want to be your junior sister."

Xiaohe protested.