Volume 2: The Demonic World Chapter 602 Wang Xian
Soon, the relevant personnel in the government office set out for Zixia Mountain.
Lin Qianxing and Wang Xian are no exception.
Looking at the mountains that stretch for thousands of miles and the Zixia Mountain that is thousands of feet high, Lin Qianxing and Wang Xian looked at each other and the corners of their mouths twitched.
"Why don't we find a place to sleep?" Wang Xian suggested.
"That makes sense." Lin Qianxing nodded.
The two then went into the mountains and found a quiet, secluded place with few animal traces to fish and swim.
This is originally a face-saving project. What impact does it have whether they participate or not?
"By the way, what did you say was your childhood dream?" Lin Qianxing caught a fat rabbit and asked Wang Xian while roasting it.
"Dreams..."
Wang Xian was a little distracted, recalling his childhood memories.
At that time, he had not yet suffered the beatings of society. When he saw a rainbow across the sky, he knew that it was an immortal who could move mountains and seas, so he vowed to become an immortal.
But it was not until he grew up and actually started practicing cultivation that he realized how difficult that step was.
Among the hundreds of billions of people in the entire Jingxuan Dynasty, there are less than two thousand cultivators who have truly taken that step.
With this probability, he didn't think he was qualified to be one of them.
Especially after knowing the experiences of those powerful people, I feel even less qualified.
You know, most of those powerful people showed their extraordinary qualities in their childhood.
If you haven’t reached the true state before the age of ten, how can you dare to say that you have the possibility of entering the Tao?
Resources, talent, luck, and character are all indispensable.
What does he have?
This is all he needs for resources, and he is still practicing the basic inner energy techniques of the imperial court.
Not to mention his talent. Although it stands to reason that his vitality and blood would decline only at the age of forty, he was already nearly thirty years old and hadn't even reached the threshold of the true realm, not even mediocre.
Luck, he had finally gotten some opportunities before, but he lost them all.
Nature?
This is where he is most confident.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because my character is very high, but because my character is very bad.
He would be elated if he got a little praise, but he would drown his sorrows in alcohol if he encountered a little setback or oppression.
It's completely useless.
He felt that if he could become a monk, God would be blind.
"I have long forgotten about dreams. Now I just want to marry a good wife as soon as possible and live a good life." Wang Xian said.
"I heard that your precious sword was left to you by your ancestors?" Lin Qianxing asked curiously.
"Yes, there is also a sword manual left behind. It is said that there is an opportunity to enter the Dao in it. I have read it since I was a child, but now I still can't understand it." Wang Xian shook his head.
"Is it true?" Lin Qianxing asked curiously.
"Of course it's fake, otherwise why would I still be such a loser?" Wang Xian rolled his eyes, then said, "It's been roasting for so long, it should be cooked by now, right? Give me half of it!"
Lin Qianxing cut half of the rabbit for Wang Xian and continued, "Can you show me your knife manual later?"
"It was originally in my arms. The material of that thing is quite special, and it is spiritual paper. It is quite intimidating." Wang Xian took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Lin Qianxing, then said: "Take a look, the sword skills in the front are all real, but they are just ordinary sword manuals, and they are not as good as the imperial court's Kaishan sword skills. But the last entry diagram is just a random drawing."
Lin Qianxing took it and found that the paper was very special. It was indeed a spiritual treasure.
The words "Wang Family Sword Technique" are written on the cover of the sword manual.
Lin Qianxing opened it and started to read it. He was very familiar with every move. It was the "Tiger Descending the Mountain" sword technique that he had learned.
I didn’t expect that this thing has survived to this day, and it seems to have once been a highlight of an era.
Lin Qianxing turned to the last page and found a diagram for entering the Tao.
It was the appearance of a tiger pouncing, but although the pounce looked powerful, it seemed a little out of place.
"Have you figured out the clue? There's something wrong with this picture. How can a tiger pounce in this position? It must have been changed! When I showed it to Liang Zhenfu, he knew there was something wrong with this Tao Enlightenment Chart after just one glance." Wang Xian said while eating rabbit meat, "Hey, Lin Kong, the rabbit you roast is really delicious. It's much better than the spiritual beast meat I ate at Weixianju in Beijing. If you have money to open a store in Beijing, I guarantee it will be very popular."
"Have you ever thought about this? Isn't the tiger in this picture attacking?" Lin Qianxing asked Wang Xian.
"It's not an attack?" Wang Xian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what else could it be?"
"What about a feint?" Lin Qianxing said.
"Is this a feint?" Wang Xian showed a puzzled expression and said, "It has exposed so many flaws, but it still doesn't attack. Isn't it courting death?"
“Not necessarily. Everything that rises must decline. The more aggressive you are, the more you need to restrain yourself. This is in line with the true meaning of Tao.” Lin Qianxing said.
Wang Xian still looked confused and didn't understand what Lin Qianxing was saying at all.
Seeing this, Lin Qianxing couldn't help but sigh, returned the knife manual to Wang Xian, and started eating the roasted rabbit meat.
This understanding is amazing!
It's outrageous that he has purple energy.
After all, those who have purple energy have some extraordinary talents. It is the first time that Lin Qianxing has met someone as mediocre as Wang Xian.
However, Lin Qianxing would not think that he was unteachable because of this.
Since he has purple energy, and it is so strong, it proves that he can definitely be cultivated.
As for why he is behaving so badly now, it can only be because the time has not yet come.
However, Lin Qianxing felt that there was no need to wait any longer, as the opportunity was right now.
Boom boom boom~!
Suddenly, the entire Zixia Mountain began to shake, and cracks appeared on the peak, and thousands of purple clouds reflected towards the sky.
"What's the matter?"
Wang Xian leaned against the tree, looking at the sky full of rosy clouds with a look of surprise, with half a piece of rabbit meat in his mouth that he had not swallowed yet.
"It seems that a treasure is about to come out. Could this be what Mr. Liang asked us to find?" Lin Qianxing said.
"No way? Such a big commotion, what kind of treasure could it be?" Wang Xian asked curiously.
The moment after he finished speaking, a ball of purple light suddenly flew out from the crack on the top of Zixia Mountain.
Soon, around Zixia Mountain, several rays of light shot up into the sky and headed straight for the purple ball of light.
The shaking of Zixia Mountain also stopped.
And in the sky, the purple light ball illuminated half of the sky, and it moved flexibly and quickly dodged the pursuit of these escaping lights.
Wang Xian looked at the escaping lights with envy.
Once upon a time, he also imagined becoming that kind of person.
Unfortunately, that is now just a dream.
"Are you envious?" Lin Qianxing asked.
"Of course I'm envious . If you become a strong person who has entered the Tao, your status will be comparable to that of a local lord. Wouldn't you be able to have whatever you want in the future?" Wang Xian said without turning his head.
Lin Qianxing smiled slightly, pinched his fingers, and gently led.
The purple ball of light suddenly changed direction and rushed towards where they were.
"Lin Kong, I think I saw that thing flying towards us!!!" Wang Xian widened his eyes and exclaimed.
However, he did not get an answer. Just when he was about to escape, the purple light hit him directly and disappeared. The next moment, Wang Xian was suspended in the air, with endless purple light emanating from his body, and his body was being transformed rapidly.
In the void, rays of light stopped and took on human shapes.
"Hmm? A divine object recognizes its master? How is that possible?"
"He's just a parade runner? With his physique, he's not even as good as our sect's outer disciples. Why would the divine object choose him?!"
"He hasn't completely integrated the divine object yet, maybe there's a chance to force it out."
As they talked, everyone made up their minds and immediately prepared to use their magical powers to seize the sacred object.
At the same time, Wang Xian only felt unspeakable pain in his body.
The purple light seemed to shatter every particle in his body and then reassemble it. The pain was difficult to describe in words.
However, in this situation, he still remained very sober and perceived every detail very clearly.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense a sense of crisis.
Subconsciously, he used the Wang family's swordsmanship to deal with it.
The scabbard at his waist shattered, and the spiritual weapon reappeared in the world, knocking away a spiritual sword flying towards him.
clang~!
The sound of collision was heard, and the originally ordinary blade flashed with divine light, which made the powerful people who came to fight for the treasure dumbfounded.
“It’s actually a Taoist weapon!!”
They couldn't believe that this unspecial servant not only had the divine object recognize him as his master, but also had a Taoist weapon to protect him?
Suddenly, a huge black cauldron covered Wang Xian. Next to the cauldron, a man in black clothes with a gloomy brow appeared.
"Hahaha, the Taoist tools and divine objects are all mine. My Ten Thousand Poison Sect is destined to prosper..."
Click, click~!
Before he finished speaking, cracks appeared on the tripod.
Bang!
The big cauldron exploded, revealing Wang Xian standing inside with a knife in his hand.
At this time, the purple light around him had completely retracted, and the sword in his hand also completely revealed the divine light that a Taoist weapon should have.
"My Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron!" the man in black exclaimed in heartache.
At this moment, Wang Xian felt as if he was reborn. He looked at the sword in his hand and felt the other party's intentions.
Before this, he was just an ordinary man, and this knife was a magical object that had never shown its magical powers.
It was only at this point that he finally gained recognition for the knife.
"The aura of Taoism? Has he entered Taoism?"
"How did you do that?"
"He got the way of that divine object and ascended to heaven in one step!!"
…
"Boy, give me back the Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron!"
The man in black raised his hand, and poisonous mist spread from his five fingertips, heading straight for Wang Xian's face.
This move was so powerful that before the poisonous fog even got close to Wang Xian, countless plants and trees around it withered and turned into wasteland.
If it were the Wang Xian of the past, he would naturally be afraid and would retreat.
But now, for some reason, he felt a surge of blood in his heart, making him want to use the knife in his hand to chop everything in front of him into pieces.
He thought so and did so.
He raised the knife high and then chopped it out.
The purple knife light flashed and disappeared, the poisonous fog dissipated, and the black-clothed man's arm was broken at the shoulder. Blood spilled and he was so scared that he retreated dozens of miles.
Lin Qianxing in the distance had a smile on his face as he took a bite of rabbit meat and murmured, "Boy, I'm giving you a chance. Let me see how far you can go."
