In the pavilion, the master and apprentice talked freely with wine.
Somehow, Yang Xuan was very fond of the breeze and was not much wary.
The wind is clear, just like one of his elders and his relatives.
When it was almost dawn, he also learned a lot of martial arts secrets from the breeze, such as the ethereal fairyland.
According to Feng Qingyang, the fairyland is a real pure land.
Where the four seasons are like spring, there are many immortals living in peace with the world.
These immortals are all powerful and can turn stone into gold at will. However, immortals have no desire and no desire, so there will be no struggle.
In this regard, Yang Xuan expressed disbelief.
In fact, Feng Qingyang is also deeply skeptical, but the beauty of the fairyland has been handed down since ancient times. Whether it is really like the legend, we have to go there to know.
If you want to go to the fairyland, you must first be above the way of heaven.
Only by transcending the way of heaven and breaking the shackles of heaven and earth can we get rid of it and see a gate to the fairyland.
Of course, it''s not easy. After all, it''s as strong as the cave state, and the strong can''t surpass the way of heaven.
However, Yang Xuan believes that man will conquer nature. Sooner or later, he will be able to go to the legendary fairyland with his relatives, friends and beloved women.
After three rounds of wine, the wind was clear and said, "I don''t ask your origin or pass on any of your skills, so I''ll give you something. How much you can get from it in the future depends on your luck."
Then he handed Yang Xuan a diamond spar.
The crystal stone is big enough with a fist. It is dark blue all over and emits gorgeous light, just like a small star.
"This is the source of good fortune!" Yang Xuan blurted out.
"Well, this wind spirit crystal is indeed a rare source of creation in the world. However, as a teacher, I give you wind spirit crystal, which is not for you to refine and improve your accomplishments, but for you to understand the things inside."
"Master, what''s in here?"
"You sink your mind into it and you can see it at a glance."
"OK."
Yang Xuan took over Feng Lingjing and sank his thoughts into it.
In an instant, Yang Xuan found himself on the boundless and choppy sea.
"What is that?"
Looking around, Yang Xuan fixed his eyes on a figure on the distant sea.
It was a middle-aged man who couldn''t see his face clearly, but his eyes were as bright as stars and extremely sharp, which made Yang Xuan feel cut by thousands of knives, and his heart couldn''t help getting cold for a while.
"Who is this man?"
Yang Xuan was shocked. He was too strong and gave him an unparalleled feeling.
Just when he was afraid, the middle-aged man suddenly had a long sword in his hand, which stabbed him in the air.
The sword seemed careless, but what made Yang Xuan''s scalp numb was that with the stabbing of the sword, the space suddenly blew violently, and a world destroying storm raged everywhere. Its power was so terrible that people wanted to crack.
Boom!
The storm came with great force and rolled up the sea. It not only covered the sky and blocked out the sun, but also had an incredible speed.
Yang Xuan could not avoid it. In an instant, he was swallowed up by the strong wind mixed with the waves, and his ideas collapsed.
"Hum?"
Outside, Yang Xuan groaned with pain and turned pale.
His mind was twisted into fly ash by the storm, and his spirit was affected, but it didn''t matter. He would be fine in an hour or two.
"What do you see?" Feng Qingyang asked.
"In a sea area, a mysterious man waved his sword and killed my mind with one sword."
Yang Xuan answered truthfully. His face was calm, but he was afraid.
The mysterious man didn''t know who he was. His strength was really amazing and he cried ghosts and gods.
This is Yang Xuan''s idea. If he sinks the spirit into it, he can''t fly the ash and smoke on the spot.
Thinking of this, Yang Xuan''s back was cold and his whole body was cold.
"Why, scared?"
The wind was clear and the corners of his mouth were smiling. He picked up his glass and drank.
This seven step drunkenness is different from the wine of the holy world. He also has a good time.
"Master, you should have told me earlier."
Yang Xuan grabbed his head and said, "fortunately, the disciples are careful, or they will be scared."
"The reason why I don''t say it as a teacher is that I''m going to teach you a lesson so that you can deal with people and things in the future. Remember to keep an eye on it."
Said the wind.
"Is that so?"
Yang xuanqiang smiled, but he was more curious about the identity of the mysterious man: "master, who is the man in Feng Lingjing? His strength is too terrible."
"That man is the wind god Lang Jun. he was a strong man in the cave state before his death. Although there is only a wisp of will left now, his strength is also very strong. He thinks that the master''s cultivation can''t take his tenth sword."
"True or false!?"
Yang Xuan was surprised. He was half a step emperor. He had great powers and unfathomable strength. However, even he couldn''t catch the wind god Lang Jun''s sword, which showed that the wind god Lang Jun was powerful.
"What did you do to deceive me? The wind god husband came from the Taigu period. He was the first person in the holy world. Even if he died, his will was enough to kill the emperor."
Feng Qingyang said, returning to business, "what have you found through the sword just now?"
Yang Xuan thought: "the wind god Lang Jun''s swordsmanship is very powerful, but he doesn''t seem to understand the meaning of the sword. A sword can send a terrible storm. He should rely on the mystery of the wind."
"Yes, it is the profound meaning of the wind. The reason why a teacher can become the first person under the emperor depends on the profound meaning of the wind."
Feng Qingyang smiled.
"Don''t worry, master. Disciples will often understand and strive to understand the profound meaning of wind as soon as possible."
Yang Xuan is full of confidence. He can understand the meaning of the sword and naturally understand the profound meaning of the wind.
However, if he wants to understand the profound meaning of the wind, he must first understand the artistic conception of the wind.
This is easy. As long as he often sinks his mind into the wind spirit crystal and watches the wind god Lang Jun''s sword, he can understand the artistic conception of the wind sooner or later.
Like the meaning of sword, the artistic conception of wind is also divided into ten levels. Beyond the ten levels, we step into the palace of the profound meaning of wind.
"It''s good to have self-confidence, but don''t be eager for success. You can understand it once a day."
The wind was clear and bright, and warned seriously.
Each enlightenment means that the mind will be destroyed by the profound meaning of the wind. This is a kind of damage to the spirit. It''s nothing to do twice at a time, but no one can bear it. In serious cases, it will even be insane.
"I will remember what the master said," Yang Xuan said.
"Well, your talent is higher than when you were young. I believe you will understand the meaning of wind in less than two years."
"Two years, that''s too fast!"
"You forgot the hall of eternal life."
"Yes, I forgot the eternal life hall."
Yang Xuan patted his forehead and finally figured out what to do.
"It''s only a month outside the hall of eternal life for a hundred years. When you enter the hall of eternal life to compete for fortune a year later, don''t forget to take the time to understand the profound meaning of martial arts. Remember, high accomplishments don''t mean strong strength. If you don''t have corresponding martial arts feelings, it''s like a mirror flower and water moon, which will break when you touch it."
"I remember."
"Just remember."
Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Feng Shen Lang will use ten swords in total. One sword is sharper than the other, and one sword is stronger than the other. When you can dissolve his first sword, you will enter the house."
"Master, these ten swords represent the profound meaning of the ten winds?" Yang Xuan''s eyes glittered.
"Yes, it''s the profound meaning of the ten fold wind. Now I haven''t received the tenth sword of the wind god Lang Jun, so I only understand the profound meaning of the nine fold wind."
"Master, it''s so powerful to understand the profound meaning of the nine winds. If you understand the profound meaning of the ten winds, won''t you be able to challenge the emperor beyond your level!"
"You''re wrong. As a teacher, you can now surpass the level and fight the emperor. Of course, it''s just an ordinary emperor."
"It''s also great. I''m afraid the world will shake if the news gets out."
This is not a compliment, but to tell the truth. In Yang Xuan''s opinion, if others know that Feng Qingyang can surpass the rank and fight the emperor, it is estimated that they will have to shout out that it is impossible.
"I''ve had enough wine. I''m going to leave the holy city for a period of time, and you should practice hard. When you reach the peak of heaven and man, I''ll take you to a place to help you condense pills."
Congealing pill is congealing inner pill.
Yang Xuan didn''t ask where Feng Qingyang was going to take him. He got up and said, "don''t worry, sir. The disciples will practice hard."
After that, he thought of something and said the practice method of silk refining.
"You boy..."
When Yang Xuan finished, Feng Qingyang was surprised and smiled bitterly.
He was surprised at the strength of the sub silk alchemy, and smiled bitterly that Yang Xuan actually gave him a Supreme Soul alchemy.
What is this? Is it to repay the favor of Feng Lingjing?
"Don''t think too much, sir. I just hope this magic power can help you enter the emperor."
Yang Xuan hurried. After all, he absorbed the martial arts experience of the master Zhan Wang. Yang Xuan still knows something about the emperor. He understands that the stronger the spirit is, the easier it is to break through the bottleneck and enter the realm of the emperor.
"Alas, your mind is a teacher."
Feng Qingyang sighed. He was not sure how difficult it was to step into the emperor, but the fractional alchemy was really helpful to him.
For a moment, Yang Xuan''s eyes were full of love and said with a smile, "go back and have a rest. I''m leaving now."
The voice was still there, the body flashed and disappeared out of thin air.
At the same time, the purgatory boy''s voice sounded in Yang Xuan''s brain, "the essence of wind comes from the art of refining gods. You didn''t lose in this transaction."
Since he came to the holy world, the purgatory boy has completely restrained his breath. No matter how high his cultivation is, he is not aware of his existence with the purgatory sword.
This is also the reason why Zhan Wang Yi boundless did not ban purgatory sword.
"Go, don''t talk if you don''t understand."
Yang Xuan was not very angry. After Feng Qingyang gave him Feng Lingjing, he really regarded Feng Qingyang as his master. It was no deal to divide Feng Qingyang''s silk and alchemy.
"Well, the boy went to play with the baby."
The purgatory boy said, pretending to be a pity: "I wanted to tell you the secret of this fenglingjing, but your boy seems to..."
Before he finished, Yang Xuan smiled and said, "boy, what''s the secret of this fenglingjing?"