In his mind.

Lu Tingzhou's gaze fell tightly on the two special marks on the calligraphers in his mind.

A cyan mark.

A blue mark.

These two are the spiritual imprints that Lu Tingzhou wants to enlighten him most and make him "live".

They are also the two most top two marks that Lu Tingzhou has collected over the years.

The blue mark comes from a broken gun on the battlefield.

But it is far less famous than the people in the blue mark.

It is because that man is a Taoist ancestor who is well-known to everyone in the entire Da Yong Dynasty.

Lu Zu, who has never been born for five hundred years!

Even a generation of great men who set a precedent in the realm of the seven orifices of the Great Yong Martial Arts!

But Lu Tingzhou got such a precious mark very easily.

Because this imprint originated from the "Martial Monument" erected in the original sect of Dali Temple in the capital. Its rubbings spread throughout the world, and every Dali Temple branch has it.

It is rumored that it was made by Lu Zu's own finger carving stones.

It is precisely because the source is Lu Zu's hand-carved stone books that even Lu Tingzhou touched on the Dali Temple Branch of Ancheng, it has a meager spiritual imprint.

Now.

He looked at the seal that had finally turned into a blue one.

Lu Tingzhou was deeply excited.

Because he has been waiting for this moment for half a year.

From the first day he stepped into Dali Temple, he received the "Lu Zu brand" on the rubbing, but unfortunately, he wanted to "light up" the imprint of Lu Zu, a god-like god who was the first to be a martial arts for five hundred years, and transformed from a dead object to a "living" object.

The energy and spirit required for seals is huge.

Until today, by continuously plundering the spirit of various calligraphy and paintings in Ancheng Antique Street, we finally accumulated enough mental power to "light up" Lu Zu's imprint.

On the street.

Lu Tingzhou took a deep breath, and with a thought moved, he carefully conveyed a thought to the seal.

boom!

I saw that the seal in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly lifted up high.

The next moment.

Lu Tingzhou on the street was surrounded by green light. He saw that only a seal fell high between the sky and the earth, covering it in the sky, and then there.

Snap!

It seems like something breaks out of the cocoon.

It was the blue mark that broke open,

A Taoist with white hair and white beard walked out of it, sitting cross-legged in Lu Tingzhou's mind with unconscious eyes.

"Lu Zu!"

Lu Tingzhou looked at the Taoist priest with shock in his heart.

This is the spirit of Lu Zu that he manifested after illuminating the mark of the martial arts stele.

After several experiences, he knew that this spirit was unparalleled and contained some of the relevant memories of Lu Zu.

That is to say.

He can move into this spirit, or even fully integrate this memory, thereby achieving the corresponding achievements of Lu Zu in this memory.

call!

call!

call!

On the street, Lu Tingzhou took a deep breath.

"How about man, look at this painting, how real!"

The calligraphy and painting boss is still talking about the introduction.

Lu Tingzhou felt that it was not a place to integrate Lu Zu's spirit on the street. He put down the "Zen Master Tianlong Bamboo Cultivation Picture" that had been absorbed, and casually picked two valuable calligraphy and paintings and took them away.

...

Half an hour later.

Instead of even going back to Dali Temple, he directly found an inn, opened a room, closed the doors and windows, and sat cross-legged on the bed in the room.

"It's safe now, it depends on what memory of Lu Zu is in this green mark?"

There is no one in the inn.

Lu Tingzhou began to read this part of Lu Zu's memory that was manifested!

Looking forward too.

An existence known as the first martial arts person in five hundred years.

What can you bring to him?

Who is Lu Zu?

Anyone who was in the Dayong Dynasty, from the Zhu Zi nobleman in the palace to the maids in the streets and alleys, would not have this problem.

Everyone knows it.

He is the land where the Great Yong Dynasty is located. For five hundred years, he can be called the "shaking the past and shining the present".

One generation of people in the world.

After five hundred years of storms in the world, I don’t know how many masters and geniuses have appeared in the world.

It is the devil's ancestor Ren Tianxing, who has formed his own sect, Wen Chenghuang, and Li Chengen, the sword immortal in Bashan.

These three people are all unique talents every hundred years, but they all sigh in front of the peak transformed by Lu Zu, sighing that they are unable to cross their lives.

Martial Arts recognized:

After Lu Zu, it is difficult for anyone to achieve the achievements of this ancestor along the way!

Now, five hundred years later.

Even the royal family of the Dayong Dynasty, as well as various sects and martial arts families, would worship Lu Zu's tablets in the martial arts training camp and lecture hall.

Inside Dali Temple.

The magic spear spirit official Wang Dian respectfully bowed three times in front of Lu Zu's tablet and lit a stick of incense.

This is a devout worship of the martial arts ancestors.

But he just inserted the incense into the incense burner, and a slightly vulgar old man scolded him outside the door:

"Wang Dian, how did you become a teacher?"

"Old Chen, you are back from the capital."

The first moment he heard the sound, Wang Dian was surprised.

Mr. Chen is the only two masters in Dali Temple in Ancheng. He has already passed the threshold of internal martial arts and is a true strong man in the realm of enlightenment.

However, after Wang Diancai called him, he was puzzled by why Mr. Chen’s scolding came from:

"Mr. Chen, you have no reason..."

He turned his head and saw an old man with a strong figure and white hair draped over his head as a sack, walked in and scolded him when he came in:

"I just returned to Dali Temple today, and I heard that Lu Tingzhou's little bastard has gone out again. You didn't control him?"

The old man named Mr. Chen is unkempt and even a little sloppy. His clothes are dirty, but his strong martial arts qi and blood are like an old lion in his prime.

"What, Lu..."

Wang Dian was first forced by Mr. Chen's momentum, and then frightened:

"Lu Tingzhou, this kid, he actually dares..."

His anger rolled up again.

I specially asked the boy to tell him that he was not allowed to go to the antique street. Today I was practicing hard at Dali Temple, but I didn't take his words seriously at all.

"I'll send someone to catch him now and see how I deal with him!"

While speaking, Wang Dian was so aggressive that he was about to rush out.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen walked straight in and sat on the chair under the incense table.

Three breaths were silent.
To be continued...