On the eve of the Mid Autumn Festival, Lu Zhengkang made moon cakes.

The three children gathered at a table. Outside the door, several old men's faces came in.

"Little disciples, are you making delicious food secretly again? Why are you so unfilial? I don't know how to send one to my martial uncles? It's really a pain in vain. "

Chen Chen Zi came in first, followed by master Bo Xue Hong Zi, third martial uncle Chang Ge Zi, fifth martial uncle Shi Xuan Zi, sixth martial uncle Qing Chu Zi, and seventh martial uncle, but fourth martial uncle didn't come.

The three children quickly got up from the couch. Chen Chen Zi waved his hand to show them to sit down. Lu Zhengkang took the initiative to move the mat and get the moon cake and tea, which should be served as soon as possible.

Xue Hongzi patted Lu Zhengkang on the shoulder. "Little disciple, tomorrow is my Kunlun Dharma Association. Can you break through jiedan tonight?"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "yes."

A group of martial uncles just laughed. Everyone sat down, drank tea and ate cakes, and cared about the cultivation of the younger generation. After a while, the fourth martial uncle came in a hurry. His Taoist robe was stained with jade fragments. "Why, suddenly asked me to come?"

"Eat moon cakes."

"It's not the Mid Autumn Festival yet."

"It's really Mid Autumn Festival. You don't have time to eat cakes."

Master Bo introduces to Lu Zhengkang what kind of rules the chilou sword fight will start tomorrow.

At the beginning, I was looking for a highly respected Master Jian Xian to dance sword in chilou, which was called "throwing a brick to attract jade". In fact, it was a ceremony similar to the opening ceremony. This time, I invited master Dahui, an old Jian Xian. Although he was not the most powerful, he had a good-looking manner. He was a serious Taoist with a professional background, and had more rules than those idle clouds and wild cranes in Kunlun palace, It's more beautiful than the sword dance of Sanren.

After Da Hui's sword dance, it's the younger generation who fight the sword. Different from Youxu's fighting method, there is no arena for fighting the sword. If you stand up and show the sword to the world's sword immortals, someone will come to you to compete with you. There is a similar saying in it, which is called Huanxin sword. It's the first sword immortal to stand up and face the challenge. Of course, this person has a lot of pressure. If he doesn't have the ability, he will be ridiculed and even killed by a sword.

Xuehongzi tells Lu Zhengkang that he wants him to do Huanxin sword this time. He stands out and keeps fighting until no one dares to go on. That's how he came here at the beginning. It was the first time he took part in sword fighting. He had been practicing Taoism for only three years. It's difficult for jiedan's cultivation to fight with Jindan's friars, but it's also hard to sharpen their swordsmanship.

In Xue Hongzi's opinion, this little disciple is far better than him. He is just a new sword. Naturally, he holds it in his hand.

When the younger generation of jiedan and Jindan finish their sword fight, it's time for the Yuanshen to fight. They have already had opponents, and they are invited to fight each other. It often takes a long time for Yuanshen to fight swords. The FA association has only one year. The longest record of chilou's fighting swords is one year. That's also the agreement between xuehongzi and xusanren. If one day, they will break through the real immortal together.

Why not divide up? There are differences in the length of time and speed of their cultivation. Master Bo was promoted to Yuanshen earlier. It should be said that his talent seems to be better than that of bearded Sanren, but he just disagrees. Yong Lianyi thinks that he is more stable than Luo Xuehong's hasty promotion in order to sharpen his heart's swordsmanship by staying in Jindan. Therefore, they agreed to promote Zhenxian together on the premise that they were at the same level. In this way, the one who could not endure being forced to rise by the natural calamity would be the fool.

It's a simple reason.

Lu Zhengkang asked the leader how to deal with the candlelight eggs on Hehuan island.

The headmaster only said that he was not in a hurry now. He had already sent someone to suppress the six Yin and Yang eggs. The fourth martial uncle turned his lips when he heard the words. It was obvious that he was the one who was ordered.

Everyone chatted for a long time. Late at night, Lu Zhengkang suddenly stood up, "my disciples are on a whim. They are going to break through jiedan. They need to shut up for a few minutes to neglect the martial uncles."

Master Bo asked him to shut up quickly.

Lu Zhengkang trotted back to his residence, took out the five elements wine from the bottom of his bed, took off the lid and drank it. After drinking, the wine turned into wine fog and flowed out of his whole body. Soon, the wine fog came out of the room. Soon, half of the Sendai was covered by wine fog.

As if the sky had fallen here and brought the clouds, the teachers and disciples of Kunlun palace strolled in it and saw countless people, peddlers and pawns, princes and nobles, zhuloumuge, lakeside willow fields, and pedestrians rushing back and forth. The light and shadow changed in a moment. It was a sea of mountains, with strange birds and beasts flying.

Looking at it again, it seems that everything is covered by snow, the earth radiates radiance, brighter than the moon in the sky. The moon is broken in the wine mist, the tiny ripples of water drops, and becomes countless brilliant interwoven stars. Everything goes out in a flash, and the light disappears, leaving only dim and turbid shadows, which burst out countless lights. The scenes of heaven, earth and the world emerge from the darkness, and people are happy Also appeared, the building also appeared, the building is higher and higher, countless immortal sword exchanges, in the edge of the wine fog, there is a bright blue, seems to be a clear sky. Endless flowing time stretches pedestrians to grow worms, and the track of life is like a silk thread.

The countless silk threads of countless people are like the dizzy shadows of the moving stars. The world is a turbid and boiling sea of wine. The emergence of all things is a subtle wave. The individuals entangled into the second sea on the sea. The light and shadow are intertwined. In the change of light and shadow, it is more and more complex and surging, but in the end, with the wave of a sea of wine completely disappeared.Chen Chen son sighed, "this is the Dao realm."

A group of Yuan Shen monks nodded approvingly.

"It's time for the teachers to see."

Xuanyouzi wondered, "uncle, isn't this a mirage?"

"No learning, no skill!" Master Bo couldn't help poking xuanyouzi in the face.

Tao ranzi did not say a word and kept a restrained curiosity. However, her father bent over her ear and gently explained: "this is the scene of your third younger martial brother's enlightenment. It's the way that uses his hand to explain the truth. You see, the little disciple's way is the way of the world of mortals. The world of mortals is the ripples of the universe. Everything suddenly appears, just like the shadow in the waves, and it will disappear eventually."

Tao ranzi asked softly, "in other words, will the human world eventually be destroyed?"

"Yes, nothing in the world will not disappear, even a lot of people, who look very powerful, will eventually disappear."

"Then what are we doing for?"

"To seek truth through falsehood, we should make the nihilistic life become reality and the sea water of the universe. The appearance and disappearance of the waves are not all the changes of the sea water?"

The sixth martial uncle was silent. He said to his martial brothers, "my little disciple is more talented than me."

"I knew that a long time ago." People just laugh.