Chapter 307

Ling Ping An walks among the bookshelves.

His eyes, from a don't know how long has been eating the gray book.

Fencing

Gu Wu

Thanks to the wave of new martial arts novels after Gaozong, the people of the federal Empire were still obsessed with these things.

To what extent?

If you hold the title of a successor of XX boxing, you can mix well.

It's like the successor of Tai Chi shape and meaning the other day.

Don't be so cool!

But

"It's all deceitful..." Lingping an said.

Guwu is a good thing to keep fit. Maybe it's good.

However, combat is not as good as the actual combat combat and combat developed since Taizu.

After all, one is for performance and the other is for killing.

But

Most people, especially young people, study ancient martial arts just for the sake of fashion.

That's understandable.

In recent years, the media have been so noisy.

Ancient times are very beautiful.

The literati are very elegant.

The stories of talented people and beautiful women are also very romantic.

As a result, all kinds of hype and the end of capital led to various concepts surrounding ancient martial arts and ancient culture.

Now, there are several stocks in the stock market related to ancient martial arts and ancient culture.

What's more, it looks like the P / E ratio is pretty good!

Thinking of these, Lingping's hand picked up a book.

Blowing the dust on the cover, Ling Ping An looks at the title of Zhenwu qiduanjian.

That's a good title!

That's cool!

But the name is a little too popular.

So, Ling Ping An picked up another book "sunflower Scripture.".

It's famous.

It is a martial arts secret book recorded in the book "Xiao Ao Jiang Hu" circulated by the court during the Taizu period.

After Gaozong, the novel went from the court to the folk, and set off a wave of reading.

The story has been remade many times.

The signature warning on the cover: "if you want to practice this skill, you must go to the Palace first" with a red and bold warning, which makes this secret book the most popular in the ancient military circles of the federal empire in the past 200 years.

It's just

Ling Ping An thought about the guest and put the book down.

If you want to practice this skill, you must go to the Palace first.

If there is no cutting, what can we do?

Although the so-called Gu Wu is just a joke, as a bookstore owner, especially one who is determined to provide high-quality service to customers and make them feel at home.

Spiritual peace knows that experience is very important.

You have to immerse the guest in his fantasy world.

Fortunately, there are a lot of books in the bookstore.

Without the sunflower Scripture, there are six pulse sword.

Ling Ping An picked up the book next to the sunflower Scripture, and he pouted: "the six pulse sword is also a sword technique..."

Shooting with your fingers, Diudiu, is also a kind of fencing.

After thinking about it, he stood on tiptoe and took down a thick book from the top of the shelf.

After wiping the dust on the cover, Ling Ping An said, "maybe, that guest still wants this book..."

This book, the name is very simple.

Introduction and explanation of basic swordsmanship.

It is the introduction textbook compiled by several famous ancient martial arts masters at that time when the wave of new martial arts was the hottest.

It is about basic skills and basic entry methods.

In Ling Ping'an's eyes, this book is much more powerful than the so-called "secret books" fabricated by him in this bookstore.

At least, according to the exercise in this book, not to mention, it is possible to practice something.

At least it can make the sword move smooth and like a model.

More than a number of martial arts champions in history have claimed in an interview that they are relying on this book to lay the foundation.

In short, this book is well-known in the ancient martial arts circle.

It's just that few people are willing to practice.

It's hard to lay the foundation.

In this era, everyone is just joking and playing.

A fool will really go for a long time.

Spirit peace also thought for a long time, just brought this book.

"Maybe the guest will want it!" He thought.

So, with these three books to go back, at the same time in the heart to play the ventral draft of sales.

He knows that people who like ancient martial arts also like ancient culture.

I like schoolbags best.

So when he came to the little girl with the book, he began to recite it gently."White jade capital in the sky, twelve floors and five cities..."

"The immortal caresses me on the top, bows his hair and gives birth to the elder..."

Li Taibai's poetry is the most suitable for today's situation, to warm the field.

Who doesn't have a broken void dream?

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Xiaoman heard the sound of feet, from far to near.

The plank is shaking, it's shaking gently.

In the air, came the smell of yin and Yang tearing.

As if, every step forward, the strange man is reshaping the water, wind and fire.

In the ear, came his singing voice, which was full of mysterious flavor and strange smell.

"White jade capital in the sky, twelve floors and five cities..."

In a trance, Xiaoman seems to have returned to the era before Tianqing.

Towering sky, towering above the clouds.

In the sky of thirty-three, the gods and gods look down on the world.

It was the golden age before the sky.

Immortals rule the world, retribution, circulation is not good!

"The immortal caresses me on the top, bows his hair and gives birth to the elder..."

Another trance, Xiaoman seems to see the wild Taigu after the creation of the world.

Devoutly worship the children of God, and finally moved the world.

The white haired fairy came down from the sky and caressed the child.

From then on, the weak people in the world can also soar in the heaven and earth, a drop in the ocean, and even die with the bright moon.

Xiaoman stares at the illusion in front of him.

She sighed softly.

The past is over.

Heaven and earth can never go back.

Whether it's a white jade in the sky or a door on the earth.

It's all gone.

Now, heaven and earth have become cages.

It has become the cage of the demons.

All the people are just lambs that the demons keep for slaughter in the enclosure called heaven and earth.

Ling Ping An took the book and went to the little girl.

Three books, quite heavy.

So he put them all on the desk.

"Guest..." Ling Ping An sat down with a smile and said to the other party, "look, do you like these books?"

"If you don't like it, I'll give you another batch..."

…………………………

Xiaoman raised his head and looked at the strange man.

The fog rolled through his head.

The fire in the eye socket, just like the golden crow in the ancient myth, is blazing.

His words seemed to come from all directions.

It seems to rise directly from the bottom of my heart.

Xiaoman was shocked by this mysterious power.

And the hidden meaning of his words is even more shocking to Xiaoman.

"He really has a huge collection of books..." Xiaoman thought.

Then she tried to smile as sweetly as she could: "thank you very much."

She lowered her head and looked at the book on the unknown treasure table in front of her.

The desktop, I don't know what kind of magic is used. The whole tabletop is transparent and flawless, so that the light from the fairy lamp on the top of the head can be reflected.

"This desktop may be the treasure used by this strange man to monitor heaven and earth!" Xiaoman guessed.

However, she is more concerned about the three books on such a treasure table, which emit all kinds of disturbing atmosphere.

She reached for the first book.

Just touched the cover, Xiaoman felt his skin, as if the general electric shock from goose bumps.

"Who cares about my inheritance?"

A solemn voice echoed in the spirit of the little man.

She seemed to see a deity with tortoise and snake dancing and dishevelled hair, looking at herself from the end of time and space.

Countless black smoke instantly covered Xiaoman's divine consciousness.

Stabbing her eyes, and at the same time put her hand back.

Because

Xiaoman knows that he has no ability at all, and it is impossible to practice such a powerful sword Sutra.

That's zhenwudang magic sword Sutra.

A powerful ancient immortal who is strong enough to sweep away all the evil spirits in the world by himself is the supreme secret code which is formed by the experience of his life.

Want to take over his mantle

Mortals are not qualified.

The gods are barely qualified!

If you accept the inheritance by force, Xiaoman knows that he will be directly crushed by the residual sword Qi in the sword Sutra!

That is comparable to the existence of the Heavenly Emperor before the sky tilts!

Its name is really Wu Dang devil emperor!

Xiaoman swallowed and salivated and reached for a book next to him.

It was a book, haunted by countless brilliance.Just as soon as he touched it, Xiaoman felt all kinds of warnings from his own spirits.

And a strange and solemn voice sounded in Xiaoman's ear: "the so-called Kendo..."

"Ordinary people think that it's just a sword, and there's no other way out of it..."

"What a fool!"

"As far as I'm concerned..."

"It's better to ask for others than to seek ourselves, and it's better to ask for ourselves if we depend on external things..."

"Real sword cultivation..."

"Cast yourself as a sword..."

"So his body is full of skin, blood essence, skin and flesh, all of which can be used as a sword..."

"My sword comes out..."

"It must be punished!"

In this solemn singing voice, Xiaoman saw a figure in a trance.

He walked out of the long river of history.

He pulled off his hair and in a flash he turned into a sword.

He spits, every drop of saliva, is a sword!

He held out his hand and turned his whole arm into a sword.

Therefore, his hair is a sword, his eyes are a sword, his nose is a sword, his tongue is a sword, his hair and skin are also swords.

And he himself is a big sword.

Countless swords came out of his body.

Countless swords came out of his body.

Make him like a hedgehog, but also make him like a ghost.

He seemed to see Xiaoman and laugh.

In his smile, countless sharp swords stabbed at Xiaoman.

Happiness, anger, sadness and joy, seven emotions and six desires, can also be a sword!

Xiaoman stabbed his blade with the handle.

She is fearless!

Swordsman, never afraid of sword.

Because the sword is a swordsman's partner!

Sonorous!

A sharp blade with a handle stuck on Xiaoman's pupil.

But she did not retreat.

She didn't even blink her eyes, because she already understood that it was a test and an inquiry.

Test her heart and ask her how to do it.

So, this sword, in Xiaoman's eye pupil, blooms like fireworks.

Then, as if they had never appeared, they disappeared into the air.

On the other side, there is still the strange man.

The mist covered his head, and the two flames rose, just like the golden crow, dazzling and dazzling.

Xiaoman looked down at the book he touched.

On the cover of the book, it seems that countless swords have been pieced together, and the words, stained with blood, appear before her eyes.

Xuanjun casting sword Sutra.

That's its name.

A man named Xuanjun left his feeling and experience in practicing kendo.

Think of the man I saw just now in the vision.

Xiaoman can't help but admire!

Because, she can feel the opponent's persistence in kendo.

And the blazing pure heart of the sword!

Other people want nothing but the sword.

And the other is

Take yourself as the sword, cast the body for the skin, skin, muscles and bones as the sword.

With seven emotions and six desires, love and hate for the sword.

He cast all his own into a sword.

He must be able to wield the sword that countless swordsmen dream of.

One sword, heaven and earth.

When my sword comes out, heaven and earth die.

Unfortunately

Xiaoman sighed. She was just a swordsman in the foundation period.

Neither strength nor spirit is enough to practice such a pure and terrible sword Sutra.

Besides

The present situation between heaven and earth is not suitable for her to cultivate such a profound sword Sutra.

If she practices rashly, I'm afraid that she will be caught by the demons before she has time to practice successfully, and then she will eat clean.

So

Just give up.

She is also a required course for swordsmen.

Every swordsman should have a heart to give up.

Otherwise, if you think about it from east to west, you can only take advantage of it.

Even if Xiaoman can't build a foundation, it is clear.

But

"One day, I will be qualified and able to practice such a sword Sutra..." Xiaoman thought and turned to the last book.

It was a gray looking book.

Xiaoman reached out and touched it. She saw the figure again.

The shadow that casts everything in itself into a sword.

The figure looked at Xiaoman. He slowly raised his hand, and countless swords appeared in front of Xiaoman.

"Those who believe in Taoism are like those who immerse themselves in Taoism. They all know what they know and what they don't know..." His voice is like a dragon singing, and like countless insects * biting and biting, he can not help trembling, but he can not help but listen attentively, because that is the main road.It's the way to directly explain and explain the law of heaven and earth. It's just that the road smells bad and it's hard to control it. Fortunately, Xiaoman's heart is firm. Otherwise, just listening to the sound, there will be an inevitable split between the gods and the spirits.

Even so, she can only cling to her original heart and struggle against all kinds of thoughts rising from the spirit.

"To control the way with a sword is like to control the water with fire..."

"If the fire is strong, the water will be weak..."

"If you want to control the water with fire, you can't help the fire with salary..."

"Pay, heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods!"

"Therefore, if you want to do so, I will tell you..."

"We will use heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods as firewood to help me fire..."

As the sound faded away, the handwriting on the cover gradually became clear.

It's also written with swords.

However, these swords do not look as grand, solemn and solid as the book "Xuanjun casting sword Sutra".

These swords all seem to be floating and slender.

They have not yet become entities.

Obviously, this is the work of the great power named Xuanjun before his great success.

And the words on the cover also prove that.

Record of Xuanjun's sword cultivation.

However, hearing this, Xiaoman's spirit began to wobble, and could not persist any longer. It would break into pieces and become crazy ideas.

Fortunately, at this time, the weirdo spoke.

"How do you feel, guest?"

His words came from all directions, just like bursts of spring breeze. With warm power, he penetrated into his heart and instantly stabilized Xiaoman's spirit.

The sense of separation and fragmentation in the spirits just now disappeared without a trace.

This makes Xiaoman in shock at its powerful and mysterious at the same time, grateful.

Just want to export thanks, words to the mouth, but raw swallow down.

There seemed to be a voice whispering in her ear.

"You are not qualified to thank the host..."

"Here, you can only answer the questions raised by the host..."

"You can only do what the master allows..."

"Otherwise..."

The voice was smiling, and Xiaoman immediately understood what he meant.

Don't be unprepared!

As a result, Xiaoman could only smile as easily as possible.

It's not difficult for her.

As a swordsman born after tianqinghou, Xiaoman has witnessed countless tragedies and countless elegies of generosity and despair in the past ten years.

After the sky, no tears can flow.

Because the first task is to survive.

And swordsmen, more bear the responsibility of protecting and protecting others!

It's a victim. It's a martyr.

So, a long time ago, Xiaoman knew how to control his emotions.

"Your honor..." She carefully chose the words and asked the weirdo, "how do you sell this book?"

Her hand, tightly grasp that gray "Xuanjun Xiujian record.".

She knew that this was the product of the great power named Xuanjun before Kendo Dacheng.

It is a sword Sutra which records Xuanjun's initial understanding and experience in sword cultivation.

In the body hair skin, happiness, anger, sadness, all before the sword.

Records of Xuanjun's efforts and attempts.

An arrogant and powerful sword cultivator realized when exploring the road of the road.

It's no exaggeration to say that for any swordsman, this sword Sutra is the supreme sword Scripture!

For Xiaoman, she had a hunch.

This sword Sutra, perhaps hidden, makes her strong enough to protect the villagers!

Use the sword to control the way.

To heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods as firewood, strengthen my road!

Now, Xiaoman has been recognized by Xuanjun consciousness hidden in this sword Sutra.

There is only one obstacle left for her - to persuade the person in front of her or to pay the price of satisfying him.

Take this Wushang sword Sutra away from him.

Take it back, save the world, protect the world!

So, Xiaoman heard his relaxed laughter.

"Guest..."

"Your choice is really right..." In the laughter, his voice, from all directions, sounded in Xiaoman's ear: "this is a required classic to be a swordsman..."

"So, the price is a little higher..."

"In the face of being a new customer..."

"I'll give you a discount..."

"You can give me 120 yuan..."

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