Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 282 Ancestral Hall
Under the dark sky, among the white snow, Luoshui flows quietly.

A large area of ​​ice has already appeared near the beach, and perhaps in the near future, the entire waterway will be frozen
The sky was still shrouded in dark clouds.

It was snowing heavily and the wind was howling.

A refined man stood quietly by the water, letting the ice and snow fall on his body, and then turned into water stains and dripped down the cracks in his coir raincoat.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the distance covered by the wind and snow, with a gentle expression and calm eyes.

shuh...

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm water surface.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the snow stopped within a few feet.

A petite figure shrouded in a black robe quietly appeared in front of the man.

"Lord Bingyun, Princess Huangmiao and Master Lei from the Chi Lei Department have no news at all, and the last place they appeared was near the capital city of Qizhou."

The woman in black coughed a few times in a low voice, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured a few pills into her mouth.

After a pause, she continued, "The subordinates sent people to inquire about the news and learned that there was a battle in the mansion of the Jiedu envoy of Qizhou a few days ago, and there was rumbling thunder coming from it. Zhou Wuzhe fights."

"Huang Miao was born in the royal family of the Golden Tent. From a young age, she was surrounded by flatterers and flatterers, which made her a little confused about herself. She thought that everything in the world should be dominated by her, but she didn't want to come out of the Northern Wilderness. , she is nothing at all."

The man sighed, and slowly looked away, "But the prince has many children, and if a princess dies, she dies, which is an irrelevant matter.

The only pity is because she also caught up with the master of the Chi Lei Department, but it is also a regrettable loss. "

When he said this, the subject suddenly changed, "On the way from the northern wilderness to the south, Youli fought the Southern Border Grandmaster on the side of Baiming Mountain. How is your injury recovering?"

"There is no serious problem, and the recovery will only take a few days."

The black-robed woman smiled faintly, "He exchanged one palm for three needles for me, but he didn't know that I was protected by a treasure armor, and my foundation was not damaged. It's a pity that this person ran away when he saw that the situation was not good. Can't catch up."

"Being hit by your three Nether God thorns, even if you are a master of martial arts transformed from heaven and man, you will lose half your life if you don't die. It is no longer a concern if you meet again in the future."

Bingyun exhaled a mouthful of white mist slowly, and his hands in his sleeves each formed a different seal formula, as if his whole body had merged with the ice and snow.

You Li also stopped talking, and looked at the distance covered by heavy snow together with him.

The wind and snow grew stronger, enveloping the two of them, as if they had turned into two lifeless corpses.

Time passed little by little.

A few crows with black feathers and red pupils hovered in the sky and finally landed towards the river, ready to enjoy the long-awaited meal.

But before they got within three feet of the man, their bodies suddenly became stiff, falling to the ground like stones, and the surface was covered with a layer of blue ice crystals, looking like lifelike ice sculptures.

The man opened his eyes at this moment, "You have been to Shuizawa this time, what is the situation of the saint now?"

Youli seemed to come alive suddenly, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked up at the dark sky.

She fell into deep thought, and said slowly, "The holy master has become more and more unpredictable. I stood on the edge of the blood pool and looked at that strange face. I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart, as if I was facing the north face." Like the new King of Desolation.

Also, this time I went to Shengzexin Island to meet the holy master. She asked me to go to Luoshui, Qizhou, to find the things left by Gui Shufang, which were located at the bottom of the villa built 30 years ago. "

Speaking of this, she frowned and her tone was puzzled, "I don't understand, Gui Shufang has been dead for a long time, since the holy master knew about it, why didn't he look for it for so many years, but insisted on finding it after 30 years?" It suddenly came up today."

"Also, when the holy master talked about this matter, the faces on the left and right sides were completely different. It gave me the feeling that she really became two people, and even the spirit threads surrounding the blood pool changed. It has to be a little twisted and violent."

Bingyun frowned slightly, "In your opinion, what is the most likely situation?"

"After I came out of Xindao, I thought about it for a long time, but I still haven't found a convincing answer."

You Li's eyes flickered, and he considered his words, "But based on my understanding of the Holy Master, she never mentioned the thing hidden in the villa before. good result.

At this time, we are suddenly asked to go for a walk, perhaps it is related to the changes in her, the so-called time changes and the times change. "

Bingyun was silent for a long time, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "In that case, I will accompany you to take a look."

Youli said in surprise, "Actually, I can go alone, Master Bingyun has other things to do?"

He turned around slowly and went down the river, "Because I'm also a little curious about what is buried under that villa that the Holy Master has been thinking about until now.

Perhaps this is also an opportunity, allowing me to get a glimpse of the path that Gui Shufang took back then, and then deduce from it the deepest secrets hidden by the holy master, so as to provide more reference value for my path of yin and yang. "

The night is already deep.

The wind and snow enveloped the entire city of Qizhou.

There was no one on the street outside. Except for the lights on the gambling hall, the other places were dark and silent.

In the room, Wei Tao's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and a divine light flashed.

Inside, a faint golden armor phantom appeared faintly.

There is also a strand of scarlet silk, winding and swimming in the darkness, very agile.

And with the passage of time, there are more and more scarlet tentacles that need to be controlled, and they are also getting longer and longer.

It is also necessary to outline the complicated lines and shapes, so the energy consumed will increase rapidly.

More importantly, while driving Weisi, he must also maintain the perception of the mysterious spiritual meaning of the King Kong secret method. With such distraction and dual use, the difficulty suddenly increases several times.

Snapped!
Without any warning, Wei Tao's gaze moved slightly, and everything returned to zero in an instant.

With a low sigh, he drank the herbal tea he had carefully concentrated on, and sat on the chair and fell into deep thought.

After returning home from Jiedushi's mansion, he had tried countless times, and each time ended in failure, and even became more and more dull and sluggish as his spirit became exhausted.

Wei Tao closed his eyes, and that golden light appeared again in his mind.

Perceive it to make lines from points, and planes from lines, and finally form the phantom of the golden armor with countless mysterious lines.

The center of his eyebrows throbbed, and his temples on both sides were painful like needle pricks.

However, he still resisted the annoyance and nausea, went in and felt it carefully, not even letting go of the line direction, turning angle, and even the proportion of each pattern.

Time passed little by little.

Two lines of blood flowed quietly from the mouth and nose.

Tick-tock fell on the chest, soaking the snow-white clothes with scarlet plum blossoms.

"Haste makes waste. I can't continue. If I force myself to comprehend it, I may hurt myself. When the time comes, my mind will be traumatized, mystical senses and delusions will come, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

At this moment, Wei Tao opened his eyes, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, calmed down, and adjusted his breathing little by little.

This is just the mysterious spiritual meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique, it is already so difficult, and there is no way to see the dawn of success.

Then, if according to his idea, if he really wants to reproduce the virtual image of the golden lotus blooming, the black tortoise on his feet, and the snake repairing snake, the difficulty will increase exponentially, and there will be almost no possibility of success in the foreseeable future. .

Thinking of this, Wei Tao even had some doubts, whether it was a whimsical move that he wanted to reproduce the spiritual meaning of the Xuannian with a strange silk simulation.

However, when the thread is winding and snaking, depicting a complex pattern, but can feel the true meaning of the secret method of Vajra, if there is nothing, it means that there should be no problem with the general direction.

The real problem is that he is not capable enough to achieve a perfect reproduction without any difference, so that this path can really go through.

After a short rest, Wei Tao unfolded the picture scrolls one by one and spread them on the table.

Starting from the Red Line Secret Record and the Blood Lotus Catalogue, to the abstract and distorted Moonwashing Catalogue.

Then converge your thoughts and immerse yourself in it.

Before he knew it, he completely forgot about the passage of time.

It wasn't until a light click came from the courtyard outside that he interrupted his meditation.

Wei Tao put away the scroll and went outside the courtyard to check the situation.

Only to find that a dead branch was crushed by the snow and fell to the ground.

"gentlemen."

A figure silently appeared from the dark place and bowed slightly.

"Master Shang has worked hard."

Wei Tao looked up at the profuse snowflakes, took a deep breath of the cool and moist air, feeling the cold silence of the winter night.

"Sir, you seem to have some inexplicable doubts." Shang Bian followed slowly behind, and said after deliberation.

Wei Tao stopped in the middle of the yard, letting the wind and snow envelop his body.

He thought for a while, and then suddenly asked, "When Master Shang was at the Iron Leg Gate, what was it like to observe the blood lotus catalogue?"

Shang Bian was silent for a moment, then sighed with a smile, "At that time, my subordinates had ordinary talent and aptitude, and they couldn't continue to practice until they reached the level of muscle training. At most, they had touched the threshold of blood coagulation, so they had no chance to observe the blood lotus catalog at all. .”

After a pause, he seemed to be lost in memory, and he continued after a long time, "However, when it comes to the feeling of the visualization catalog, I was fortunate to hear a few words from the side when the teacher was teaching the elder brother.

What the teacher means is that after practicing mountain-crossing legs to achieve the perfect coagulation of blood, you must remember one key point when you visualize the blood lotus illustration, that is, the mind first cares about the mind, and the form comes first. "

"God cares about the mind first, and the mind comes first in the shape. The spirit and mind are in harmony, and the mystery is self-expression."

Wei Tao was a little dazed, completely absorbed by the sixteen words, and didn't even have the slightest impression of what Shang Bian said next.

It wasn't until a layer of snow fell on his body that he slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, with a happy smile on his face, "Master Shang's words are worth a thousand gold, and they awakened me, the person in my dream.

It seems that I really took a detour before, and I need to change the direction of my efforts according to Master Shang's prompt. "

At this moment, Wei Tao inexplicably felt that he had been slapped in the face and was suddenly enlightened.

He had been caught in a certain misunderstanding before, always pursuing meticulous accuracy, but neglected another equally important point.

That is why through these complicated lines, the golden light shuttles through them, why it can show the mysterious spiritual meaning of the King Kong secret method, and what is the key to making them work.

In other words, it is not wrong to blindly pursue the accuracy of textures, but to the extent that he can do it now, the main purpose should be to show the artistic conception.

As long as the goal can be achieved, as for the specific process in the middle, and what methods and means are used to achieve it, it is no longer the whole focus of diligent pursuit.

A small creak.

Wei Tao returned to the room.

After a period of meditation and rest, he started a new attempt again.

Swish!
A strand of scarlet silk thread snaked along the lines again, and soon manifested the looming true meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique.

Wei Tao calmed down, put his mind to rest, put his mind on his horse, and shut out all distracting thoughts.

No longer care about the gains and losses of the details, and no longer pursue the accuracy of copying and copying, even if there are a few deviations, it doesn't matter, but focus on sensing the power of the mysterious spiritual meaning of the King Kong secret method.

Find the relationship between lines and lines, and even between different lines, and adjust the operation of the thread according to the changes of artistic conception and general trend.

In this way, the consumption of energy is reduced a lot.

Let him persist until the whole process is completed.

Finally, the red thread that carried his perception of Xuan Nian stopped, forming a somewhat weird, even ugly image.

In the next moment, all the strange threads burned into ashes without warning and disappeared without leaving even the slightest trace. .

Wei Tao stood there motionless, with blank eyes and a puzzled expression.

He was also a little confused, whether he succeeded in recovering Jin Gang's secret method Xuan Nian Lingyi for the last time, or another failure that he was accustomed to.

In the morning of the second day, Wei Tao came out of his home and went to the residence of the Jiedu Envoy first to confirm Feng Qingping's situation after she started practicing the Vajra Secret Technique.

When she left, Feng Qingping's eye circles were red and moist.

Regardless of the mixed mud and snow on the ground, she directly prostrated herself in front of Wei Tao, touching her head to the ground as a salute, "Qing Ping thanked Dao Zi for his great kindness, and in this life she will be bound by a grass ring so that she can repay her kindness." .”

Wei Tao stood still and received Feng Qingping's bow.

After all, the Dharma is not taught lightly, the Tao is not sold cheaply, the teacher does not follow the path, and the doctor does not knock on the door. .

The so-called one day as a teacher, life as a father, the master has something to do, and the disciple will do his job is not just empty talk.

What's more, Feng Qingping's life was saved by him, and only by inheriting the Dharma from him can she resist the disturbance of delusional thoughts, so this worship is considered sincere, and there is no falsehood.

Coming out of Feng's house, Wei Tao walked along the snow-covered streets and alleys, left the city from the south gate of Fucheng, and went straight to Luoshui.

After one night, the snowflakes turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground with a dense and crisp sound.

When he got away from the city wall behind him, his figure gradually faded away without a sound, as if he had completely merged into the wind and snow, but he seemed to be wandering outside. One moment he was still in the forest, and the next moment he had crossed the river.

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Liu Qingyuan lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully under the quilt.

Perhaps it was because of poor breathing, she was still snoring a little, and her voice kept echoing in the bedroom.

With a soft creak, Wei Tao pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

And at the next moment, the room became pitch black without warning.

It is almost impossible to reach out and see nothing.

Wei Tao's spirit suddenly rose, and his qi and blood circulated spontaneously, but in the next moment, he restrained himself and fell silent.

"I haven't seen you for a while, but Liu Qingyuan actually broke through the mystery."

"So, in this situation, I should have fallen into her delusions just like that personal servant girl."

"However, with her level of strength at the beginning of mystic sense, it's a bit strange that she can lead me into delusion unconsciously."

Wei Tao thought in his heart, and his eyes flashed again.

In an instant the darkness receded and the light appeared.

He exhaled softly, and looked at the sea of ​​flowers that stretched to the end of his sight, a little speechlessly.

Wei Tao also didn't expect that the mysterious delusions caused by Liu Qingyuan were almost exactly the same as his, and there was no essential difference.

There was even a woman in a white dress who slowly appeared from the depths of the flowers and appeared in front of his eyes.

Wei Tao was expressionless and observed carefully.

After a while, I suddenly discovered the biggest difference.

That is, in Liu Qingyuan's manifested delusion, the bone altar did not appear, let alone all the chaotic sounds related to it.

After a while, the woman in white turned around and walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

As she left, the flowers parted left and right, automatically forming a road leading to the distance.

Wei Tao followed without much hesitation.

The two, one in front and one behind, kept walking through the sea of ​​flowers.

Surrounded by exactly the same scene, it even made him feel like he was standing still.

Until a dilapidated building with a black body suddenly appeared in front of him, everything suddenly became completely different.

Wei Tao saw another flower in front of him.

The sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains and plains disappeared, but he was in the dark stone palace, which was empty, only a large and heavy coffin.

An old oil lamp burned quietly in front of the coffin, the miserable green flame flickering and flickering.

The woman in white dress walked to the coffin step by step, and then slowly lay down in it.

He watched this scene quietly, and suddenly waves rose in his heart.

"Liu Qingyuan's delusional thought is not the sea of ​​flowers, but this dilapidated stone palace. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the ancestral hall of the Luocha clan."

"Thinking about it further, this white dress, which I have always regarded as the woman of Sun Xiyue, may be the corpse enshrined in the ancestral hall of the Luocha clan."

"Then, what is the bone altar that appeared in my own delusion?"

Wei Tao frowned, lost in thought.

Unaware of the passage of time, the mysterious delusions gradually faded away.

"When did sir come?"

It wasn't until Liu Qingyuan woke up from the dream that he interrupted his meditation.

"I have just arrived, and I am planning to take you to Gui Shufang's manor again."

Wei Tao found a chair to sit down, and asked casually, "When did you enter the realm of mystical sense?"

"Mystery?"

Liu Qingyuan couldn't help being startled for a moment, and said in surprise after a while, "I didn't mention it, but I didn't even know that I had reached the level of mystic sense."

Wei Tao let out a breath of turbid air slowly, "From practicing viscera to mystic sense, you don't feel anything at all?"

"The subordinates don't feel anything at all."

Liu Qingyuan thought slowly and said, "I can be sure that I was still practicing the visceral level before going to bed last night. Could it be that after I had a strange dream, I lost my senses in a daze?"

"What dream did you have, can you still remember it?" Wei Tao asked.

Liu Qingyuan sighed, her expression suddenly became a little weird, "I dreamed that I was sleeping."

After a pause, she added, "It was an empty and dilapidated room without any furniture and utensils. There was only a coffin, and I lay in it and slept soundly.

Then I woke up suddenly for some reason, and saw Mr. appearing in the stone house and coming in front of me.

But after seeing Mr., I really woke up and found that I was really sleeping. "

She looked left and right, and even pinched her arm a few times, "I won't wake up until now, I'm still dreaming."

Suddenly, without any warning, she kept silent, and the movements of her hands also stopped.

After a long silence, Liu Qingyuan slowly raised her head, her eyes were full of solemnity, and her expression was also a little painful and confused.

"No, no, there is one very important thing that I can't remember."

"Last night, before I fell asleep, something must have happened, and now I have no memory."

She jumped out of bed suddenly, ignoring that she was only wearing thin clothes, and went outside barefoot into the wind and snow.

I kept looking for something in the yard.

Wei Tao followed behind and helped her put on a white fur cloak.

At this moment, Liu Qingyuan froze suddenly, subconsciously rubbed the smooth and soft fur, and muttered to himself, "Last night, someone should have come to look for me, this clothes still has the smell of that person."

She frowned tightly, and she was a little out of her mind.

Still muttering incessantly in his mouth, "mysterious feeling, delusional thoughts, strange threads..."

"That person said that Guisi is not used in this way!"

As he spoke, Liu Qingyuan suddenly raised his head, "Sir, that person came to me and mentioned Youxuan Weisi again, do you think it is possible that he has the same purpose as yours, that is, for the manor that Gui Shufang wanted?" Come!?"

(End of this chapter)