I am not a serious young man

Li Qingming: "..."

Under the leadership of Li Qingming, the two walked in tandem.

Zheng Jian also took advantage of the opportunity to learn about the current status of cultivation in the Dharma-ending era.

It's also quite interesting to say, because the vitality of the world is declining day by day, Qi refiners like Zhongtu are getting worse day by day, basically hiding in their respective secret places of inheritance, and dare not make a move when they are idle.

The reason is very simple, once you make a move, you will consume the vitality of the world...

This has also led to a characteristic of the cultivation world of the end of the middle earth, that is: if you can force it to solve it, you will never do it.

While walking, Zheng Jian also saw a few sword cultivators with clothes similar to Li Qingming's, planting fields...

"Headmaster Li, you sword masters don't practice swords, why are you still planting land?" Zheng Jian wondered.

Li Qingming's face froze, and he said with a wry smile: "Senior, we have no other choice... To put it bluntly, the vitality of the world is still insufficient! Every disciple must carefully cultivate exotic flowers and herbs in addition to cultivation. These exotic flowers and herbs will Scattered some heaven and earth spiritual energy, barely maintaining the vital energy needed in the secret territory! You see, wherever there are spiritual grasses, the vitality will be stronger..."

Zheng Jian: "..."

Well, practitioners in the Dharma-ending era are really not easy, they are all forced to take the path of sustainable development...

When a cultivator reaches this level, those who see it will be sad, and those who hear it will cry...

No wonder there are so many sword peaks in the huge secret land of the Shushan Sword School, but there are very few disciples...

"To tell the truth to my predecessors, since the great change of the world, the cultivation world in China has been in decline. On the contrary, the cultivation world in the West, although they also lack the vitality of the world, but they cultivate by gathering incense and mind power, the situation is better than ours in China. Much better..." Li Qingming sighed, his tone full of desolation.

"Incense and mind power? You mean...religion?"

Li Qingming nodded, "That's right, it's religion! Several major Buddhist traditions in Central China also use this method, but in comparison, the power of thought gathered by Western orthodoxy is purer! This is also the key to the strength of the modern West..."

"Then why don't you imitate the practice of mind power in the Western world and Buddhism?"

Li Qingming smiled wryly and said: "There is no way to imitate! Senior, there are too many sages in our Zhongtu Daomen system... Each sect has its own sages enshrined. It is not easy to unify the Sanqing as the patriarch ... The rest, such as the legendary Jade Emperor, Eastern Prince, and Western Queen Mother, are not even mentioned. It is not even possible to establish whether it is the Four Royals or the Sixth Royals. The land, the city god, and the countless overlapping, interlaced, and even antagonistic priesthoods of each other. There is no unified system among the various factions. How to worship? In the secular world, few people know the name of Chisongzi Patriarch..."

Zheng Jian was startled when he heard the words, it really is like this...

Compared with Buddhism and even Christianity, the Taoist mythology system is indeed not perfect...

And Taoism itself pays attention to quietness and inaction.

You have nothing to do, practice depends on yourself, and if you don’t manage believers at all, those believers will naturally be abducted by other sects...

Who would have imagined that in the Dharma-ending Era, dignified cultivators would try their best to control the consumption of vitality, and even carefully cultivate some rare flowers and plants that can produce spiritual energy...

"It's too difficult for you..." Zheng Jian couldn't help sighing.

At this time, under the leadership of Li Qingming, Zheng Jian came to a towering mountain peak.

Rather than saying that this is a mountain peak, it is better to say that this is an extremely huge sword, and one can feel a terrifying evil spirit from a distance.

Li Qingming said embarrassingly: "Senior, the younger generation's cultivation base is superficial, so they can only go this far. If you go any further, you will be hurt by the evil spirit left by the ancestor... In front of you is the remains of the ancestor of Chisongzi, and there is a heavenly pool on the top of the mountain. Legend has it that it is the sword washing pool of the ancestor. Hundreds of years ago, a practitioner stepped into the secret realm of Xiantai, wanting to go up the mountain to understand the remains of the ancestor, but in the end he hated it. Since then, no one has dared to climb this sword Peak..."

Zheng Jian nodded, "You wait here, I'll go up and have a look myself."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and disappeared in front of Li Qingming.

When he reappeared, Zheng Jian was already standing by the Tianchi Lake on the top of the mountain, surrounded by endless sword aura, terrifying and abnormal, even if a saint-level figure came, he would be chopped to pieces by the sword aura.

He could feel that the vitality in this mountain peak was relatively sufficient, and this was the foundation that supported the existence of the entire Shushan secret land!

Otherwise, relying on the supply of those few pieces of spiritual grass alone, the secret place would have been barren long ago...

The main purpose of Zheng Jian's coming here is to comprehend the kendo left by Chisongzi, just like he observes many ancient scriptures, as his own accumulation.

Looking over Xijian Pond, there are several ancient pines growing on the opposite bank, vigorous and knotted, at least thousands of years old.

Under the ancient pine, there is a rough stone table with three ancient jades on it.

He thought for a while, then walked towards the stone table.

Every time he took a step, there was an infinite sword intent coming towards him, extremely fierce and invincible.

The sword intent that threatened the ancient sages was not a big threat to Zheng Jian.

Walking to the stone table, a terrifying sword light suddenly appeared in a trance, piercing through the world, without seeing where it came from or where it was going, as if eternal.

Zheng Jian's heart moved, and he pointed out a finger sword, which collided with the sword light and annihilated each other.

"Judging from this sword light, the Chisongzi used to have at least the strength of the Great Sage!" Zheng Jian sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and silently comprehended the Chisongzi contained in the sword light The true meaning of kendo.

After a long time, Zheng Jian just opened his eyes and turned to go down the mountain.

Zheng Jian was not interested in the ancient jade on the stone table, it was just the secret of the tomb laid down by the immortals in this world in order to live forever...

For him, the most valuable thing is the true meaning of swordsmanship of the red pine nuts left here!

……

"Let's go, go back to the residence of your lineage of swordsmen. I have obtained the complete true meaning of Chisongzi's swordsmanship. According to the agreement, I will help you make up for the inheritance." Zheng Jian said with a smile.

Li Qingming was immediately excited, and led Zheng Jian back to the Immortal Sword Gate.

Immortal Sword Gate, Patriarch's Ancestral Hall.

Looking at the row of disciples in front of him, Zheng Jian couldn't help sighing secretly.

There are only 13 people in the entire Immortal Sword Sect, including the head teacher Li Qingming, the Supreme Protector and disciples...

Many people were still covered with mud.

Obviously, this is farming, and he was called directly...

The stone statue of red pine nuts was enshrined in the ancestral hall of the ancestor. Zheng Jian took the handed over from Li Qingming and flipped through the ancient scrolls handed over by him. There were indeed gaps.

Zheng Jian sighed, and immediately took the pen and paper next to him, and wrote down the true meaning of the Chisongzi sword that he had just realized by the Xijian Pool.

Thirteen people from the top and bottom of Xianjianmen looked at Zheng Jian's figure, full of respect.

Not long after, Zheng Jian handed the written kendo truth to Li Qingming, "Take it, although the world has changed drastically today and the spiritual energy is exhausted, there may not be a day when the spiritual energy will be revived! By then, Chisong Zi Senior's sword power can reappear in the world."

Li Qingming took it, glanced at it, and immediately knelt down with the 12 people behind him, "Thank you for your kindness, senior!"

"You're welcome, this is what you should thank." Zheng Jian smiled.

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Chapter 683 You Peng Comes from the West, Even If You Are Far Away, You Will Be Killed!

On the way down the mountain, Li Qingming, the head teacher of Immortal Sword Sect, saw them off in person.

As for the rest, they all went back to "plant spirit grass" again...

This is a daily compulsory course, and the entire Immortal Sword Sect pays great attention to it, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

"Senior, in fact, with your cultivation base, even if there is no junior to lead the way, you can completely comprehend the patriarch's sword intent by yourself. Why do you need to help us out of the way?" When approaching the foot of the mountain, Li Qingming finally asked the doubts in his heart .

He has been thinking about this question for a long time...

Zheng Jian looked back at Li Qingming, revealing 42... oh no, eight teeth, and said with a smile: "There is no special reason, just good people and good deeds!"

Li Qingming was stunned, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

"It's really... rash!" Li Qingming didn't expect this reason at all, but he couldn't think of any other reason.

Judging from Zheng Jian's easy acquisition of the Chisongzi Kendo inheritance, his cultivation level is unimaginable...

"By the way, senior, you said that there might be a recovery of spiritual energy in the future! You probably didn't lie to us..." Li Qingming's eyes were full of longing.

In fact, Zheng Jian really didn't lie to them...

After all, after "Shading the Sky", the spiritual energy really recovered...

Of course, at that time...it was called "Holy Ruins"!

Therefore, Zheng Jian nodded with a smile, "It's a blessing! There will definitely be a day when the spiritual energy will recover!"

When Li Qingming heard the words, tears glistened in his eyes.

For him, these words are even more invigorating than completing the inheritance of kendo, "I will do my best to pass on the immortal sword sect!"

Zheng Jian has a kind of respect for Li Qingming. In this dharma-ending era where the aura is exhausted, it is really not easy to maintain the aura of the secret realm by "planting spiritual grass"...

"So, I'll take my leave." Zheng Jian smiled slightly.

"Senior, walk slowly, Xianjianmen will never forget the great kindness of senior!" Li Qingming saluted respectfully.

Just when he was about to leave the secret place of Shushan, Zheng Jian's face suddenly changed slightly, "I was planning to leave, but now I can't..."

Li Qingming looked at Zheng Jian blankly.

In the next second, four figures appeared in front of the two of them, with gray wings on their backs, blond hair and blue eyes, and old faces.

"Western ascetics! Fallen angels!" Li Qingming's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at these westerners who suddenly appeared vigilantly.

"Oh, young middle-earth cultivators, hello! It's not easy to find you here..." One of the western elders smiled and said, "Stop practicing your Eastern methods, your Lord has abandoned you Let's join us and dedicate our bodies and minds to the great fallen king Lucifer..."

Hearing this, Li Qingming's expression turned cold in an instant, and he shouted coldly: "Where do you think our Immortal Sword Gate is? How dare you insult the Patriarch, it is an unforgivable crime!"

"Oh, bad guy! Your eastern cultivation world has declined... Look at your poor church, it's so barren, poor guy!" The old man in the west sneered.

"you……"

Li Qingming was slashing out the sword light, Zheng Jian raised his hand to stop it, "Leave it to me! I just want to see the results of Western mind power cultivation."

A trace of gratitude flashed in Li Qingming's eyes. In fact, he knew very well that the entire Immortal Sword Sect really didn't have the confidence to fight the other party...

It's not that the sword cultivators are too weak, but that in this age when the aura is exhausted, they will exhaust their vitality in just a few moves. Without the supplement of aura from heaven and earth, it is impossible for them to confront the strong Western powers.

Zheng Jian looked at the four degenerate birdmen with gray wings and said with a smile: "You just said... the Eastern cultivation world is not good?"

The old man in the west nodded, "Oh, the great fallen king Lucifer, this is obvious!"

Zheng Jian nodded, "Since you can't leave Lucifer in every word, then I'll send you to hell to meet him!"

"Fuck! How dare you insult my lord, you must die! Even Jesus can't save you, I, Charles, said that!" The old man in the west was furious, the gray mist was steaming all over his body, his eyes showed a strange leaden gray, and a cloud appeared in his hand. A bright red blood chain was tied towards Zheng Jian like it was taken out of purgatory.

"Lucifer, the great fallen king, destroy the blasphemer in front of you! Bind in purgatory!"

Zheng Jian smiled coldly, stretched out his white as jade right hand, and easily grasped the scarlet blood chain, "blasphemer? I quite like this title...but it's useless for you to shout like that, Lucifer may not be able to hear it In this way, go down and report to the Lord of the Fallen personally!"

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Jian pulled the old man in front of him and grabbed his throat, "Remember to report my name to Lucifer, you bastard!"

No.1 Western fallen angel, pawn.

The other three fallen angels were stunned...

"Tony, he killed Charles! Using a forbidden technique!" one of the fallen angels yelled.

The other two took out the scroll from their arms and tore it open at once. A terrifying gray beam of light hit Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian shook his head, "The Secret Realm of Transforming Dragon? How weak..."

He let the gray beam of light shroud him, and walked forward step by step against the beam of light. Every step he took stepped on the hearts of the three Westerners, making them terrified.

"Devil! This is the Great Eastern Demon!" A Westerner shouted.

Zheng Jian walked up to the two of them, tapped his white jade fingertips twice, and two sword lights shot out from his fingertips, instantly piercing their brows.

Four fallen angels instantly killed three of them!

The only one left, the pupils of the eyes dilated, full of fear, "ohno! ohno! ohnonononono! Blind hole!"

"I don't want to kill you, that's fine! Go back and tell you Western cultivation circles, wash your necks and wait in the Vatican! Whether you're a believer in Jesus or a believer in Lucifer, you all have to come!"

Zheng Jian showed a bright smile, but in the eyes of the only remaining Western practitioner, he was more terrifying than Lucifer!

He stumbled out of the secret realm of Immortal Sword Gate, and fled towards the west without looking back!

Watching Zheng Jian kill three Western powerhouses in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm with every move, Li Qingming almost became Zheng Jian's little fan!

"Senior... are you really going to the Vatican?" Li Qingming said in shock.

Zheng Jian nodded, "There are friends who come from the west, even if they are far away, they will be killed!"

The corner of Li Qingming's mouth twitched: "...Is this a serious "Analects of Confucius"?"

However, combined with the corpses of the three strong Westerners in front of him, this sounds so cool!

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Westworld, Vatican.

This is the supreme holy place for Christians all over the world, and it is also the residence of the Pope.