The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 21: Nine Hundred Scriptures, Entering the Sword Immortal Sect

The setting sun dyes the sky, and the sunset glows on the fiery clouds.

Floating Cloud Mountain, a place to seek truth.

A figure walked out of the Sutra Library.

The wind blew through the treetops, swept through the mountains and forests, causing the white hair to flutter and the gray Taoist robe to rustle.

Xuanming stood tall on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance. At the bright red setting sun on the horizon, he felt a sense of heroism and was refreshed.

"Nine hundred volumes!"

He finally read through nine hundred volumes of Taoist scriptures and was able to comprehend the "Huangting Waijing Jing".

As long as you ignore external affairs, avoid trouble, concentrate on reading scriptures and practicing, draw principles from the world in the books, refer to all things from the universe in the scriptures, and be a mountain person who is not tainted by the mundane world, your Tao heart will be pure and your path will be bright.

The Taoist family of white clouds and yellow cranes, a scripture, a sword and a cup of tea. The feathered clothes are often smoky and hazy, and they don't bother with peach and plum blossoms in the world.

Thinking of this, Xuanming was in a good mood. He was in high spirits and raised his hand lightly. The peach wood sword on the desk on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion hummed, suddenly whistled out, flew over a hundred feet, and fell into his palm.

With a sword in hand, he swung it and danced.

The sword follows the heart, and the heart follows the sword.

The peach wood sword is as easy to use as one's arm and fingers. Each move is connected naturally, like flowing clouds and water, and is extremely smooth.

At first, we were very particular about form and order.

Later, he broke free from the shackles and did whatever he wanted.

He used whatever moves he wanted to use, and soon the cliff was covered with sword light.

The sword energy is running rampant, the sword intent is raging, and the sword wind is whistling.

They are very powerful, but their territory is no more than ten feet square.

In the sunset, the Taoist dances with sword.

Each sword is like an antelope hanging its horns.

Every move seems like a stroke of genius.

Each move is as imaginative as a fantasy.

No one knows what his next sword move will be, where it will land, and where it will start from.

There is no trace to be found and it is difficult to guess.

They were clearly unconnected sword moves, but when used by Xuanming, there was no sense of incongruity, and instead it seemed natural.

The sword's intent is contained without leaking out, and is round and unified.

The sword light condensed and did not disperse, dense as rain.

As time passed, Xuanming entered a mysterious realm, and his sword intent, sword energy, sword light, etc. all entered a new world, as if they had been washed away and transformed completely.

His understanding of Bagua swordsmanship was unprecedentedly profound, and with this opportunity, he stepped into the door of kendo, appreciated the true meaning of kendo, and saw the scenery of kendo.

In the end, the peach wood sword and Xuanming are inseparable. There is a sword in the hand and a sword in the heart. Man and sword are one and blended with each other. The heart of Tao gives birth to the heart of sword, and the heart of sword strengthens the heart of Tao. The two hearts are connected and in harmony with each other.

As he shook his wrist lightly, the peach wood sword hummed and made a clanging sound. The sword intent, sword light, sword energy, etc. suddenly contracted, and then suddenly dispersed. Between contraction and expansion, an eight-diagram pattern appeared on the ground.

Three feet deep into the ground, it is vigorous and powerful, yet simple and vivid, filled with a strong Taoist charm and flowing with heavy sword intent.

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Whoosh!
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the sword flew a hundred feet.

The peach wood sword fell into the Wendao Courtyard and landed steadily on the desk by the window of the thatched cottage.

The brilliance is restrained and the simplicity is natural.

It seems to be no different from an ordinary peach wood sword.

After putting away the sword, Xuanming stroked his beard, looking at the sunset scenery, looking energetic and smiling happily.

I never thought that this time I would achieve great success by doing a sword dance that came to me on a whim. My thoughts became clear, my heart became pure, my sword skills improved by leaps and bounds, and I entered the realm of kendo.

The great way is indeed subtle and mysterious.

When the opportunity doesn't come, it's useless to rack your brains and exhaust your thoughts and means; when the opportunity comes, watching the scenery and practicing swords, every move may lead to enlightenment.

The most important thing is that from now on, he can barely be considered a Taoist who has mastered the magical powers of a sword immortal.

Although his power is currently limited due to his cultivation, he will surely shine when he achieves true immortality:

The sword rides on the wind to eliminate demons in the world.

Even if you don't go down the mountain, you can still use your flying sword to take people's heads.

And this day is not far away.

Especially after this sudden enlightenment, Xuanming's foundation has greatly increased, and he is closer to the Qi training realm, with one foot already stepped half into that door.

There was only half a step left, and he planned to polish it a little more. The deeper the foundation, the more stable the future would be.

When night fell, Xuanming lightly tapped his toes and flew across the air a hundred feet, like an immortal strolling in a garden, and left gracefully with an elegant and ethereal manner.

Before leaving, he glanced into the distance, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "You three are lucky."

Looking through the mountains and forests, three figures were approaching rapidly, they were Chang'anzi, Changning and Changqingzi.

They walked and learned from each other.

The three of them were chatting away, it was very lively.

To be precise, Changning and Changqing joined forces to deal with Changanzi.

Changqing is the disciple of Taoist Xuanyang.

He has a good physique. Not long ago, he attained enlightenment under the Sword Cliff and entered the third stage of spiritual training.

On the day of the breakthrough, Changning was there too.

The two men broke through the bottleneck one after another, and then faced each other and exchanged several moves.

Although Changning has a superior foundation in Taoism, Changqing has excellent attainments in swordsmanship and is among the best young disciples in his comprehension of the Bagua Sword. Although she has the upper hand, it is difficult for her to defeat Changqing.

After a few times, we became friends.

Later they worked together to deal with Chang'anzi.

Over time, the three of them often competed with each other.

Changning and Changqing have always teamed up to beat Changanzi, but they have never been able to gain any advantage. Instead, they have been at a disadvantage and have been beaten by Changanzi.

If this kid hadn't yet entered the third realm, even if there were a few more of them, they wouldn't be enough for him to beat.

Since they have fought their way here today, it means that they have a connection with the sword intent and the rhyme of Tao that are dissipating on the top of the mountain.

How much one can understand depends on his fate.

When he thought of this, Xuanming's speed increased even more.

After a few leaps, he disappeared.

The white silk was like a snake, the long sword flew in the air, the heavy sword slashed horizontally, the three fights became more and more intense, the magic and moves came to their mind at will, and soon they reached the top of the mountain.

The next moment, there was a sudden pause, and they all felt something and ran towards the same place at the same time.

After a few breaths, looking at the Bagua pattern so close, the three spirits were shocked, looked at each other, reached a tacit understanding, and each used their own methods to observe.

Changning sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, which was the most serious and also the most abstract.

Chang'anzi sat directly in the center of the Bagua pattern, increasing from a small amount to a large amount, drawing the sword intent into his body. He belonged to the experiential school.

Chang Qingzi took out a piece of wood from his Ruyi bag and slowly carved the Bagua pattern with the sword in his hand. He belonged to the copying school.

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Zangdao Peak, Daoyuan.

Xuanming was not interested in knowing the experiences of the three younger generations.

After returning to his residence, he did not read the "Huangting Jing" immediately. Good things are worth waiting for, so Xuanming planned to read this book after he achieved the status of a Qigong Zhenren.

At that time, his cultivation would be higher, he would see the world more clearly, and the operation of the universe more clearly, and perhaps he would be able to obtain greater fortune.

That's why he fell asleep as soon as he came back.

The bright moonlight shines through the window, falls on the ground, and illuminates the floor and table in the room.

Moonlight overflows from the silver moonlight, lingers around the tip of the nose, and is inhaled into the body as Xuanming breathes in and out. It is refined instinctively and transformed into magic power. There is a mystery between breaths.

This is the sleeping method that Xuanming developed.

In the past, conscious manipulation was required.

Now, it has become a habit.

He didn't need to maintain it deliberately, the circulation of energy would run on its own when he rested, and his magic power would increase even when he was sleeping.

Early the next morning.

After collecting the purple energy of the morning sun.

It was rare that Xuanming didn't go to the Sutra Repository.

After finally reading through nine hundred volumes of Taoist scriptures, he decided to take a few days off.

Under the vigorous old pine, the tea had just been brewed when Xuan Yang came hurriedly.

　Thanks to lunwenjun for the monthly ticket, and thanks to lonely scholar—Bb for the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)