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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 67: A pool of sword water named Shuyue

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    The black and white light on the abacus shone for a full half an hour before slowly dimming.  At the beginning of Luo Qianshan, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, shouting: "What kind of evildoer are you, please let me catch you at once!" After a while, he became curious: "Who are you evildoers, why don't you come here and let me take a look!" After a while,  , he felt bored: "He Fang monster, please leave me quickly, the general won't embarrass you!" In the end, he simply moved a stool and sat down: "He Fang monster, are you done yet?" Zi Baifeng looked at him like a fool.  he.  And the abacus gradually changed. The beads formed a (=_=) expression, and kept looking left and right.  After upgrading to the second level, the abacus finally has the ability to sense the outside world. Its communication with the outside world is no longer the movement of the abacus beads.  To it, everything is new and curious.  ¡°Abacus, look here, I¡¯m your father!¡± Zi Baifeng acknowledged his son without hesitation.  Abacus: "(+_+)" "What are you doing?" Luo Qianshan took a step back: "It looks disgusting" Abacus: "(¨p£þ Pan£þ)convex" "Those are emojis  Emoticons." Zi Baifeng snickered. He taught Uncle Qingshi this set of emoticons. When he was in a good mood, he would also write a few on Abacus. Unexpectedly, Abacus could also do it.  "What are the kaomojis? It's so disgusting Why is that expression so weird I always have a bad feeling" "He's talking about General Luo being mighty and majestic. Look at the right side, it's a thumbs up!" "Really?  ?" General Luo always felt a little strange.  "Brother, it's time to have lunch!" Xiao Shitou rushed in from the door and shouted. He immediately saw the abacus floating in the air. He immediately screamed, rushed forward, and grabbed the abacus.  "My little abacus!" Abacus: "(o^?^o)?" This is greeting Xiao Shitou, who is his playmate.  The abacus crackled between the fingers of the little stone, and the little stone waved his hands and hit the abacus together. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? is a fussing and jumping up and down, causing the entire study to be in a state of uproar.  "Brother, I took the abacus to play with!" Xiao Shitou turned around and ran away with the abacus in his arms. He had long forgotten that he came to ask Zi Baifeng to eat.  "Slow down" Zi Baifeng went out and saw Xiao Shitou throwing the abacus on the ground, stepped on it, and slid away with a whoosh.  "Little Shitou!" Zi Baifeng's voice suddenly rose an octave. No wonder he always felt that the abacus was dirty all day long. It turned out that Little Shitou used it as a skateboard!  "Look at my invincible Hot Wheels!" Xiao Shitou was not afraid of Zi Baifeng, he shouted and disappeared with a whoosh.  Zi Baifeng was stunned. The little stone was so obedient before, but now give my little stone back!  Luo Qianshan turned to look at Zi Baifeng. The meaning was obvious: I need an explanation.  "Abacus turns into a demon, this kind of thing is too strange.  Zi Baifeng didn't have time to explain to him. He took out Fei Jianzi's flying sword and grinned.  Finally, I can completely refine this flying sword.  The first level of the Demon Raising Technique can't deal with this flying sword, but he doesn't believe it. Now that it's at the second level, it still can't deal with this flying sword!  Zi Baifeng didn't know how the immortals refined the flying swords, but in his eyes, everything has animism. The difference is that this spirit is mixed with some aura and some spirituality. What are the attributes of the aura, and spirituality.  What kind of spirituality.  The aura wrapped around the flying sword showed a blazing white light, like a hedgehog, sharp and exclusive.  Zi Baifeng stretched out a hand and learned the secret of raising demons.  One yuan turns into yin and yang, and yin and yang give birth to some stubborn rocks.  The aura of the Demon Raising Technique turned into black and white. Black is yin, as thick as the night.  White is Yang, like the warmth of the sun.  One yin and one yang, one black and one white.  Black, pure black.  White, translucent white.  This is right and wrong, right and wrong.  "The current refining method just treats the flying sword as a tool, so it is wrong." Zi Baifeng murmured, and he stretched out his finger and touched it lightly.  The yin and yang spiritual energy emerged, and all the spiritual energy on the flying sword that had been hard-earned by Jiazi was wiped away.  The reason why immortals refine flying swords is to use them as weapons, there is no reason to turn their flying swords into monsters.  But Zi Baifeng's method of raising monsters is different.  The flying sword, whose aura had been wiped away, let out a cry, trembled a few times, and turned into a three-foot-long green-edged sword, no longer as compact as it was before.    Then, Zi Baifeng took a deep breath, and then cultivated the demon skills. The yin and yang spiritual energy filled his fingertips, and the white light writing on the black background began to spread on the flying sword.  "My ancestors had three feet of water in the box, and once entered the Wutan to kill the dragon. The moon is shining brightly and the dew is cold, and the practice belt is flat and cannot be blown. The body skin of the dragon is covered with old caltrops and thorns, and the tail of the grebe is tempered with white flowers. It is just a piece of Jing Ke.  In the heart, the word Chunfang is clearly seen. The golden silk thread is hanging on the silk, and the divine light is about to cut off the blue field jade. The white emperor of the West is shocked, and the ghost mother Qiu Jiao is crying.  After being injected by Zi Baifeng, Qingfeng changed color.  Like running water - the three-foot green front is no longer the color of gold and iron, nor is it big and black, but has turned into flowing water. The whole thing is distorted and blurred. If you listen carefully, you can still hear it.  The sound of gurgling water.  "But Zi Baifeng didn't stop at all, and did it again.  Like a gaping moon - the flowing water-like three-foot sword emits a cute light, just like a beam of moonlight leaking through the crack of a window.  Zi Baifeng did it again. ??????? Like a belt - a long sword exuding moonlight, suddenly changed its appearance, like a belt made of cut moonlight, with the light flowing on it like running water.  Zi Baifeng stopped writing and held up the sword in his hands.  It is as thin as a cicada's wing and about three feet long. Its brilliance circulates and is faintly visible.  The second tactic of raising demons has an extraordinary effect. Although the flying sword is extremely powerful, it has no spirituality. It is just a first-level, completely uncivilized existence.  At this time, under Zi Baifeng's "yin and yang life", his form was quickly changed.  Zi Baifeng took a closer look and saw that the aura and spiritual power had seeped into it, and its aura was even more than when Fei Jianzi controlled it before.  Three times is still too little. The spiritual energy is enough, but the spiritual energy is not much.  Zi Baifeng continued to write over and over again, and the spiritual energy around his body circulated and was poured into the flying sword in his hand.  After writing, the sword in his hand no longer had the shape of a sword, but turned into a stream of flowing moonlight, as if it had come alive, coiling, bending, and even raising its head like a snake in Zi Baifeng's hand - it  The spiritual wisdom has gradually been opened.  Xiao Qing, who had just shrunk in Zi Baifeng's sleeves, poked her head out in confusion, tilted her head and looked at it for a moment, then enthusiastically mouthed the letter and was about to lean in.  This white moonlight looked like a translucent white snake. Xiaoqing, who happened to be watching the white snake, could not hold back and immediately pounced on it.  "Be careful!" Zi Baifeng quickly reached out and grabbed its tail, pulled it back, and lectured it: "You're stupid, that's not a snake, that's a sword! I'll cut you in two!" An unwilling green snake  After retracting it from his sleeve, the "white snake" in Zi Baifeng's other hand meandered and flew up, like a small glowing dragon, circling and twisting in the air.  Luo Qianshan stared at it with wide eyes. Everything in front of him was too mysterious. He asked blankly: "Bai Fengwhoare you?" "I, Baifeng, only tell the truth!  "Zi Baifeng raised his eyebrows.  He waved his hand, and the flying sword like a spiritual snake immediately flew into his hand.  With both hands, he straightened the long sword in his hand like a piece of paper. It was like a ray of moonlight in his hand. If you didn't look carefully, you might not be able to see it clearly.  "Let me call you Shu Yue." Zi Baifeng raised his hand gently, and the Shu Yue Sword turned into a stream of light in the air, and shot Zi Baifeng's wrist quickly, turning it into something like a wrist guard.  "Bring it here!" Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand and said.  ¡°What are you bringing?¡± Zi Baifeng¡¯s eyes widened.  "Sword, Shuyue Sword!" "Why should I give it to you?" Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes.  "If you don't give it to me, do you want to use it? You don't know swordsmanship!" Luo Qianshan said confidently.  "I don't know how to use swordsmanship?" Zi Baifeng waved his hand and Shuyue Sword was already in his hand: "Then give it a try! Look at the sword!" The sword flashed brightly and headed straight for the door facing Luo Qianshan.  Luo Qianshan was taken aback. He unsheathed the sword in his hand and blocked the blow. However, he only blocked it for a moment when he felt a sudden lightness in his hand. He quickly bent back to avoid it. The sword light passed by the tip of his nose, and he almost died.  Cut in half by a sword.  The long sword in Zi Baifeng's hand was still unyielding, attacking continuously. The waist knife in Luo Qianshan's hand blocked left and right, and there were only a few clattering sounds, not even the sound of gold and iron clashing.  , the knife in his hand was cut into pieces directly like tofu.  The waist knife he used to use and the one Zi Baifeng gave him had been thrown away when he assassinated Fei Jianzi. At this time, he hadThe waist knife he borrowed from Yan Laowu was a good knife. It was tempered and maintained extremely well, but it was not even qualified to block the Shuyue Sword.  "Stop!" Seeing that Zi Baifeng's attack continued, and there was only one hilt left in his hand, Luo Qianshan quickly raised his hands in surrender, stared at him as if he didn't recognize Zi Baifeng, and asked in surprise:  "How do you know swordsmanship?" Zi Baifeng's attacks were continuous and flawless. Even if Luo Qianshan wanted to counterattack, he had no chance. It was obvious that he was extremely accomplished in swordsmanship.  "I can't." Zi Baifeng chuckled and shook the Moonlight Sword in his hand. The Moonlight Sword immediately turned into a ball of moonlight and returned to his wrist.  "You think I'm blind!" Luo Qianshan is not that easy to fool.  "I can't, but it can." Zi Baifeng shook his wrist, and the dim moonlight shrouded his wrist. This was his protection.  Luo Qianshan stretched out his hand again.  "What are you doing? You don't have your hand anymore, you want to chop it off?" Zi Baifeng glared again.  Who has the higher force value now?  Who's the boss?  Do you still want to dominate?  ¡°Make one for me too!¡± Luo Qianshan demanded forcefully.
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