Chapter 462 Friendship Has Not Faded After talking for about a quarter of an hour, a disciple came to inform them that it was time for people went to the kitchen. Jiang Mo took a look and smelled the familiar smell of fireworks. He recognized most of the dishes. They were his favorites in the past. It seemed that his senior brother had given special instructions. Thinking of this, he smiled knowingly again. At night, with the moon hanging high in the sky, Jiang Mo was in the courtyard of the Taoist palace. He laid out the tables and chairs, picked up the wolf hair brush again, dipped it in ink, and wrote the second volume of "Three-in-One Martial Record" on the rice paper. It is about how to choose weapons, and it writes about the martial arts of nine kinds of cold weapons: sword, knife, stick, hammer, axe, gun, whip, mace, and bow. When one reaches the third level of reverse revival, one can basically transform Qi into weapons and condense Qi into armor. With the skillful combination of these martial arts, the practitioner's combat power can be brought close to the limit of his or her talent. "Wow!" A breeze blew, and in the huge square courtyard, a figure in white, shaped like a crane, was sitting quietly on a cushion. Zuo Rutong felt the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Countless moonlight floating between the mountains, rivers and sea of ​​clouds were dragged down by an invisible force like mayflies, and all entered his body and then transformed. The innate Qi grew like a trickle of water, and the injuries hidden in the body disappeared. The flesh and blood that had been excessively damaged by years of practice were also purified and began to be reborn in the direction of time. Zuo Rutong carefully speculated that his originally exhausted body functions had at least returned to the level of five years ago. That feeling of being full of vitality was really good. The triple road is long and far. According to my junior fellow apprentice, when one reaches the end, one can become a Taoist king on earth, flying into the sky, burning mountains and boiling seas, picking stars and taking the moon are all no problem.

Zuo Rutong, who has now gotten rid of his hidden illness and life limit, certainly believes this statement, but does not dare to hope for that legendary realm. All he can do is to practice diligently and take whatever step he can take. Perhaps after a hundred years, the outcome will become clear. Si Chong was sorting out the first volume of "Three-in-One Martial Record" and had already finished sewing it. He turned the pages one after another, attracted by the contents written above. He felt that they were extremely precious and even felt sorry for his fellow apprentice's efforts. He was afraid that it was a waste of such a detailed and huge cultivation method. How many people in the sect could inherit it? Those who are as determined as Jiang Mo are far less talented than him; and those who are as talented as Jiang Mo would be hard to find in the sect even in two or three hundred years. "." As the sect's second in command, he seemed to be feeling a sense of bitterness and loss for no apparent reason. He couldn't tell why, and couldn't tell whether he was worried about the future inheritance and development of the sect, or worried that his fellow apprentice would never come back after the next separation. "Crack." "Crack." There were several faint shutter sounds in succession. Zhuge Yu, who was not far away, saw several elders gathered in the courtyard. He took out the mobile phone he brought with him and took several photos. In the picture, Jiang Mo is writing, Zuo Rutong is practicing, Si Chong is sorting out booklets, and in the surrounding pavilions, corridors and corners, there are more than a dozen disciples watching curiously and whispering. Time freezes at this moment. Soon, Zhuge Yu left, and walking out of the mountain gate with him was a transparent figure, it was Cheng Zhen who had completed all the cleanup tasks. He came back very early, but he kept hiding and stayed quietly inside the door. "Brother, lend a hand." "it is good." The two of them had a very good understanding of each other, and they immediately joined forces to set up an invisible and untouchable magic array outside the mountain gate, which had the effect of gathering spiritual energy and defending against enemy attacks. The time barrier, measured in hundreds of years, was enough to stop everything. One night passed and the morning dawned. When the moon set and the sun rose, the glow of the morning glow covered the world. The purple air spread for hundreds of miles. The Trinity Gate, which stood between the mountain peaks, became shrouded in clouds and mist, and its spiritual energy increased several times. "Give."

"This is the magic weapon that controls the mountain protection formation. From now on, no one will disturb the sect without your permission." Early in the morning, Jiang Mo handed two white seals to Zuo Rutong and Si Chong, and told them about the various magical powers attached to the formation. The two were slightly stunned after hearing what they heard, and looked at the silly-looking fat boy who was still chewing the buns. It was unbelievable, and their astonished eyes seemed to be saying, how could the apprentice look more mysterious than the master? Immediately, the two of them hurriedly thanked him, and with a suspicious look on their faces, they leaned close to Jiang Mo's ear and whispered gossipingly: "Junior brother, tell me the truth, is this child yours?" "?" Jiang Mo couldn't help laughing. "Why do you say that, Brother?" "This child's talent is exactly like yours. No, it's even better than yours," Si Chong pondered. "Look at what you said, can he be better than me?" "It is because I cannot do it now. Otherwise, I will definitely let you see what it means to do whatever you want and make the sun and the moon pale in comparison." Jiang Mo joked. Having said that, he had high expectations for Zhuge Yu and hoped that this junior would be able to surpass him in cultivation and realm one day in the future. Not only him, but other juniors in the sect should also be able to do so. As a teacher, seeing the younger generation surpass themselves is undoubtedly one of the most gratifying things. "Hey! OK, OK, I believe you. Junior brother is naturally the most powerful." Si Chong smiled brightly and quickly offered a few compliments, but his doubts about Xia Xun deepened. What was the origin of this doll? With his level of cultivation of both Ni Sheng and Qi Men, he is the best in the world. It is approaching the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, the festival of family reunion. The silver moon hanging in the sky at night is bright and flawless. On that day, Jiang Mo and his two senior brothers made mooncakes and went to pay homage to their master. They felt that time seemed to be passing faster and faster, and a sense of reluctance arose in their hearts. If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager. Late at night, Jiang Mo, who was alone on the second floor of the Sutra Repository, looked out the window at the vast starry sky and silently recited poems. From ancient times to the present, it is truly true that God's will is beyond human control. If he hadn't been injured so badly in that battle in Northern Xinjiang earlier in his life. If he were to retreat to the Ice Field and break through to the third level, it would be even faster. If you can hold on for a few more days, when he comes back Due to so many coincidences, even Jiang Mo, the Taoist Lord and the Master, felt powerless. A slight mistake can lead to a huge loss. There is no greater regret in the world than this. He lowered his head and brushed away his sleeves, and dense and hideous cracks came into view. The oppression of this world on him has never stopped for a moment. Especially after he passed down the true method and martial arts records, it seemed to have affected the original established development, causing more serious backlash and rejection. If he relaxed even a little, he might be forcibly expelled from this world. "." Jiang Mo remained silent, his eyes dim and he knew what he was doing. In a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and after another half month, the time of parting has finally arrived. One evening in early September of the lunar calendar, in front of the mountain gate, Jiang Mo was wearing a black robe, his frosty hair fluttering in the wind. The golden glow of the setting sun sprinkled on his cheeks, and his pupils could not hide the look of nostalgia. He stood outside the stone steps, saying his final farewell. Zhuge Yu, standing beside him, was carrying several packages, which contained dry food that Si Chong had instructed other disciples to prepare for them along the way. "This trip to Nanyang is a long one, so you need to be careful. I hope you have a safe journey. Si Chong and I will be waiting for you to come back."

Zuo Rutong looked at his junior brother who was about to go on a long journey, walked forward a few steps, tidied his clothes for him, patted his shoulder, gave him a gentle hug, and the smile on his lips was as warm as the breeze. "Junior brother, come back early, my senior brother and I will help you choose a marriage, okay?" This was Si Chong's idea. He said it out loud, hoping that his junior brother, who had worked hard all his life, would have a day when he could get married and start a family, and find peace and rest in the second half of his life. Even at this time, Jiang Mo was unwilling to say "yes". He did not express his opinion, but just smiled and said: "Second Brother, let's go." "Well, take care." Zuo Rutong nodded slightly. He knew that Jiang Mo had his own path to take. Even if he never came back, as his senior brother, he would only fully support his ideas. As for the ending, as long as he had no regrets, it would be fine. "Remember to go home, silly boy!" He shouted loudly and waved continuously. "." Under the setting sun, the autumn wind was blowing, Jiang Mo was walking forward, and when he heard someone calling him from behind, he didn't turn around, but just waved his hand. He knew that this separation might be forever. After a long time, he watched Jiang Mo and Zhuge Yu disappear at the end of his sight. His nose felt sore and he could no longer hold back his tears, which kept falling. "Wow, Senior Brother is gone!!" "Well, let's go." Zuo Rutong sighed with regret. These short two months seemed like a dream to him. He had a bad feeling about parting as they were about to end, but he was powerless to stop them. "If we don't meet in this life, we will be as far apart as the stars. What night is this? We share this candlelight. How long can we stay young? Our hair has turned grey." At this point, he could not help but think of the poem "Presented to Mr. Wei Ba" by the great poet Du Fu. He looked out into the distance into the vast twilight and chanted the first six lines softly, bidding farewell to Jiang Mo on his long journey through the mountains, wishing him peace and safety. "Boom!!" In the modern world line, in the laboratory area on the third floor of the Sutra Library, the mechanical sphere fully expanded, and a scarlet vortex condensed out of thin air, and three figures walked out. Two years later, Jiang Mo returned with Cheng Zhen and Zhuge Yu with a full load, collecting multiple copies of the Five Qi Extreme Objects and the Southern Xinjiang Strange Gu Hen. Sitting cross-legged in front of the window, with his Dharma body bathed in the morning light, Su Xing opened his eyes. His figure overlapped with Jiang Mo's and the two became one. In an instant, infinite surging power filled every inch of his body. This feeling of freedom without any suppression, like a fish in water, made Jiang Mo's brows relax. Moreover, the familiar power surpassed his previous peak moment. The results of the Dharma body's two years of practice were all bestowed on him, leaving him only a step away from the seventh level of Xuanming. Through memory sharing, he knew that it was now December 2021, and Gao Mei and Lu Ci had both returned some time ago. At the same time, he sensed dozens of familiar Qi auras in the sect. They were all from disciples who had broken through the third level of rebirth, and people like Si Chong, Chang Qing, Shui Yun, Li Qing and others who had refined the essence and blood of the Demon King. "Come to the Sutra Library later." Jiang Mo sent a message to everyone, then his figure disappeared and he went to the back mountain to bathe himself. When he changed into the Yunshuang Jade Robe and returned to the 4th floor of the Sutra Repository, the disciples who had been summoned all turned their heads to look at him with excited expressions. "Junior brother!" "Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master!" "How are you, everyone?" Jiang Mo sat down and looked around at everyone. He was pleased to see that they were full of energy, like volcanoes, and had all entered the second stage of Xuanming. "Where's Jin'er?" "Reporting to Uncle Master, Junior Brother Lu has been fighting with a big monster recently, and is currently busy hunting it in the southwest area." Changqing responded. "Okay, then I won't wait for him. I'll talk to him later." Soon, Jiang Mo and Si Chong, Chang Qing, Shui Yun, Sheng Sheng and Li Qing who were present mentioned the inheritance right of the secret realm and the method of tempering the body with the Five Qi Extreme Objects, which made everyone excited. "In the past two years, I conquered no less than ten secret realms. Unfortunately, you were still in seclusion at the time, and your cultivation was far from reaching the level of refining secret realms and becoming a master. So I gave four to my allies and took away the rest." "In the future, I may not attack other secret realms. There is only one Trinity Secret Realm, and only the head of the sect can inherit it. However, your room for advancement is still very large." "But like me, you can integrate the five qi into your body, accumulate for a hundred years, cultivate to the fifth level of Xuanming, gain a foothold in the human world, and have the cultivation level to compete with the master." "You can also use the blood of the Nine Provinces Demon King to temper your body. The upper limit is the same." "Of course, what I said is all wishful thinking. It is based on the fact that I can only help you if you are willing to practice." "If you feel that the years of cultivation are long enough, or if you are not in a hurry and want to take a break, see the scenery along the way, experience the world, and spend your days in peace, that's fine too." Jiang Mo said softly, and he looked at everyone with the kindness that only an elder could have. Rather than cultivating to the pinnacle of realm, he hoped that these living disciples before him could calmly accept their own emotions, be free, happy, enjoy the rest of their lives, and not be bound by anything. Even he could not, and should not, decide the fate of these disciples and how it would develop. He is a teacher, and all he can do is teach and answer questions, and help where he can. For the rest, you have to figure it out on your own. In the practice of Taoism, it doesn’t matter whether you succeed or not, or whether you reach the pinnacle of the world or not. After all, these are his family members. Family members are not tools or weapons. He, Jiang Mo, has never needed such weapons. He can still conquer the world with his own strength. As for those who want to continue to seek the truth and become stronger, he will impart all kinds of experience, skills, and resources without reservation to help the younger generation surpass him. Everyone was moved when they heard this. Even though their uncle had become the strongest master and a Taoist master, their uncle still treated them the same way as before. After more than eighty years, that feeling had never faded. "Let me make it clear first, the Five Qi Ultimate Objects are limited. The most abundant Nine Evil Yin Soils have already been refined by Zhuge and Cheng Zhen, and there are still some left." "You and Jin'er can each get one. For the sake of fairness, the other Wancui Wujin, Gusui Jianmu, Zhuyang Jinghuo, and Kuhai Heavy Water will be given to those who are capable. Those who finish refining first can choose the cultivation resource of the next attribute. If you are slow, you can only wait until later." Jiang Mo spoke in a serious tone. Every person present here had been with him through a long period of time. They were as close to each other as family members. However, there were only 4 or 5 portions of the most precious Daytime Pure Fire and Ten Thousand Tempered Black Gold. This meant that nearly half of the eight people, including Cheng Zhen, Si Chong, Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu, Chang Qing, Shui Yun, Sheng Sheng, and Li Qing, were unable to obtain the two ultimate items. "Also, if you can't even get through the first level, don't be discouraged. I have some gadgets that are suitable for you." At this point, Jiang Mo suddenly smiled and revealed the answer:

"During this trip, I also found some traces of Gu worms. Their grade is still low and their effects are average, but if you put in effort to feed them day after day for decades, you will achieve extraordinary results." "For example, my Mountain Shaking Gu has been with me for seventy-seven years. The increase it brings to me now is almost the same as cultivating the Nine-Layered Mountain's unique martial arts." "So, no matter what you choose, success or failure, it will all be meaningful, and I will cover you." (End of this chapter)