I don't know how long it took for someone to live in the hut. The dust on the ground was two fingers thick. As soon as I walked into the house, the dust that was swelling made Tang Cheng sneeze twice.

Tang Cheng thought for a while and released Jiang Mosquito. As soon as he landed on the ground, Jiang Mosquito was still meditating and suddenly woke up from entering meditation. He immediately waved the fascinating banner, looked around, and asked, "Master, where is the enemy? I'm going to make a fortune today!"

The mysterious god banner suddenly blew endless dust, making the hut unable to see five fingers. Tang Cheng was so angry that he fell on Jiang Mosquito's head with a bang, and shouted: "Clean these five huts. If there is a grain of dust, you will lock you up and never see the light of day in your life."

After saying that, ignoring Jiang Mosquito with a bitter face, Tang Cheng went straight out to find a branch and leaped up gently. Yangguan passed by the sparse branches and fell on Tang Cheng's books.

The words "Sword Qi Lingkong Jue" are written in the flying dragons and phoenixes, free and unruly, reflecting the owner's character to the core. The old Taoist Wangyou handed over to Tang Cheng is such a thin book.

The Bilan Sword used by Tangcheng in the Northern Territory is very different from the flying sword, so the methods of use of the two are very different. The Bilan Sword emphasizes the use of sword energy to control the enemy, while the Feisword emphasizes the use of sword energy to kill people. In the first step of practicing sword, the difference between the two is extremely obvious.

According to the "Sword Qi Lingkong Jue", the first step in practicing sword is to combine the sword. Use the Yuan power to clean the flying sword, so that the two breaths are connected, and finally put it in the Dantian. When used later, you can call it and then wield it away, which is extremely convenient.

Tang Cheng took out four flying swords, lined up one by one, circulated the Yuanli to make the Yuanli pass through the sword body and then return to the acupoints. This process was extremely difficult and slow at the beginning, but as long as you pass the first level, it will be a natural thing after that.

Generally speaking, it takes half a year to practice a flying sword to the same breath and put it in your body. Tang Cheng is not in a hurry, just slowly practicing the flying sword. When a person is immersed in something, time will pass quickly.

It was not until the lights first started that Tang Cheng was awakened by Jiang Mosquito. He put away the flying sword with his backhand. Tang Cheng asked, "Can you clean it up?"

Jiang Mosquito flashed its transparent wings and said sadly: "Master, I am also a person with a magical weapon in my hand now. My identity is no longer as good as before, so don't let me do such boring things anymore!"

After stretching his waist, Tang Cheng said lazily: "So much nonsense!" He casually brought the river mosquito into the fetal hiding world. By the blue pond, the chirping sounded faintly, and the calm water surface reflected the brilliant sky.

Tang Cheng jumped off the tree branch and walked towards the hut with the stars. In a place where Tang Cheng could not see, Wangyou looked at him with complicated eyes and whispered: "For your boy, my lifelong reputation will be lost!" After saying that, the stars shone, and the figure of the old Taoist Wangyou passed away leisurely.

This half day was not surprising for Tang Cheng, but within Jianzhai, there were storm. Kunwu Jianzhai's three highest-ranking people stared at each other, making a big noise.

Mingye Zhenren has a very good temper, but he was also so angry that Wangyou Zhen was so angry that he walked around in Jianzhai. After a few rounds, he stood still and asked, "Do you really want to accept him as a disciple?"

"Of course!" Wangyou was righteous and had a loud voice.

He hummed twice, and Zhenren Mingye said, "He is a master of art. Do you think I don't know?"

"So what?"

"The rules of the sect are limited, and the origin is unknown. Those who lead art to the master are not allowed to teach the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Sutra". I have no objection to accept Tangcheng as a disciple in the house. But he cannot even practice the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sutra. Senior brother, please ask yourself, can you be assured of your conscience?"

"Why is his origin unknown? His family lives in Qingyao Village, Jiluo Prefecture. His ancestors clearly understand it for three generations, but why can't they practice the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sutra?" Zhenren Wangyou was furious and thought it was Zhenren Mingye who deliberately made things difficult for him.

Ming Ye Zhenren said with a grudge: "Senior Brother, you have been an elder in Jianzhai for hundreds of years. You don't even know the rules of the sect. You'll laugh at someone else's big teeth when you say it!"

"The fundamental text of our Kunwu Jianzhai is this Nine Heavens Mysterious Sutra. If the enemy finds the flaws in our practice, Kunwu Jianzhai will be in danger of being destroyed. Therefore, among the sects of Central China, the number of disciples of this sect is the smallest, with less than a hundred people from top to bottom. Such a miserable operation is precisely to reduce the chance of leakage of the true scriptures."

Zhenren Wangyou disagreed and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, Zhenren Mingye shouted, "Shut up!"

"I know you have that argument again. As long as we are strong, we can make our opponents dare not covet it. In this way, it's all nonsense!"

"Our Kunwu Jianzhai has only been built for ten thousand years, and Nalanda Temple has been built for more than ten thousand years. The Louguan Dao is even more terrifying. Since the practice of practice, the Louguan Dao has existed."

"A thousand years ago, the six sects of the first-line Tianzong were driven out of Zhongdi by us. Do you want to drive us away together? If it weren't for the Nine Heavens Profound Sutra in our sect, at least three of each generation of disciples would have achieved the soul, and Kunwu Jianzhai would have long since disappeared."

"Tang Cheng went there before he became your teacher, and I didn't know anything about you or I. Besides, even if he said it, who can prove it is true or false? Do you want to pull out his soul and distinguish it true or false?"

"I am the head of Kunwu Jianzhai. This rule has never been violated since the first generation of ancestors, and I will not let it make an exception in my hands!"

"What my senior brother said is absolutely impossible!"

Zhenren Wangyou stood up angrily and said, "He Cheng'er has cultivated into the Sword Realm, and is a genius in the sword path. If I hadn't taken him to his subordinates, he would have been taken in by other sects in the future. If he could not let him practice the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sutra, I will let him break out of the sect today and resign to the True Dao."

Seeing that the two of them had a fuss, Master Ku Mu hurriedly advised: "Senior Brother, please calm down and stop breaking out of the school. Tang Cheng entered my Jianzhai one day and will be a disciple of Jianzhai for life. Even if he breaks out, how dare he train the true Taoist disciple as a true disciple!"

True Man Wangyou naturally knew this, and what he said just now was just an angry word. He stared at True Man Mingye, as if the other party was an irreconcilable enemy.

Zhenye Zhenren was extremely distressed. Even when facing the four nine heavenly tribulations, he was not so powerless. He shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, Tang Cheng can be your disciple. He can enjoy all the treatment of the disciple, but the Nine Heavens Profound Sutra must not be taught to him to practice."

Zhenren Wangyou said angrily, "Is there any difference between this before?" He shook his sleeves and was about to leave. Zhenren Mingye was ashamed of his face. When Kumu saw that the two were about to fall apart, he quickly grabbed Zhenren Wangyou's arm and advised him, "Senior brother, wait a minute. There is no Nine Heavens Xuan Sutra, "Taiyi Dengtianlu", "The Great Cave True Sutra", "Buxu Cave Chapter", Taiyi Dao, and Huanzhen Dao are mostly secret books. We brothers are just trying to do it, so what if we steal one for him?"

"Oh, forgot!" Zhenren Wangyou sighed lowly and left with his sleeves.

I can only listen to the words of Master Kumu, pointing to the fundamental classics of the soul. That sect is not extremely strict in the care of it. How could it be easier for them to succeed? However, Master Wangyou really made up his mind to do this for Tangcheng.

After a long time, Master Kumu looked at Master Mingye and asked with a bitter face: "Senior Brother, he won't take it seriously, right?"

Zhenren Mingye shook his head and said, "You, you won't be able to succeed and do more than to defeat things! I'll leave the matter of Tangcheng's entry!" After that, he turned around and left.

"Who am I provoking whom?" Kumu Zhenren felt extremely aggrieved.

Outside the Zangjian Pavilion, the Black Bearded Taoist stood with his head down and said, "Disciple has met the teacher uncle!"

"No need to be polite!" said Zhenye Mingye, and was about to step forward, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Zhang Ji, I want to enter Zangjian Pavilion, will I approve it?"

The black-bearded Taoist Zhang Ji was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pinched the magic trick, dissipated the light curtain on the stone gate, and said, "Of course! Please come in!"

Zhenye Mingye nodded and stepped in. Then, Zhang Ji activated the magic trick to generate the light curtain again. After the matter was finished, Zhang Ji was puzzled and said in his heart: I have never seen the head master come to Zangjian Pavilion. Was he here to check if I was on duty seriously? Is he not very satisfied with my work? Thinking of this, Zhang Ji suddenly became worried about gains and losses.

After entering Zangjian Pavilion, Zhenye walked straight into the top floor, and flipped it from top to bottom. He seemed to have some purpose. Every time he read a book, he just glanced up and then let it go. Soon, thousands of books on the seventh floor of Zangjian Pavilion had been read by the real person.

Immediately afterwards, the sixth floor, the fifth floor.... For three days, Zhenren Mingye did not take a step to the Zangjian Pavilion. This time was just a drop in the ocean for the master of the Yuanshen, but for Tangcheng, who had just entered Kunwu Jianzhai, he lived a very fulfilling life, and could even be described as stormy waves!
Chapter completed!