I slept lightly for two hours, ate the leftover meat porridge from my middle age, and the moon had already hung on the tree.

Strolling on the road to Wangchuan River from Huangquan Village, bathing in the night breeze with the faint fragrance of flowers, I have already seen the stone bridge over Wangchuan River.

He glanced up at the sky where dark clouds were gradually forming, and sighed softly: "I finally came here...can't you live in peace?"

He didn't want to get caught in the rain again on this spring night. Although he could set up a bamboo shed on the Wangchuan Bridge, the drizzle of the Wangchuan River always gave people a sad mood.

When he reached the bridge, he put up the bamboo shed before crossing the bridge.

Although I'm not happy about it, I can cover as much as I can, and that's the same meaning.

I was tired from swinging hammers and making swords during the day, and I wasn't very energetic at night.

He waved his hand to light the small stove on the table, looked at the roaring flames, and thought about brewing spiritual tea on the Wangchuan Bridge and laughing at all the people who saw the bridge.

Thinking about it, I am probably the only monk in the world.

Even in all the worlds, no one can get what they want by coming to the Forgotten River to be Mother Meng, right? I didn’t expect that I had been standing there for a hundred years, and it didn’t take long for me to turn back again.

He waved his hand to drop the tea, stood up, picked up the wooden bowls from the bucket, lined them up in a row, and filled them with soup.

There were a lot of people crossing the bridge these days, and he was too lazy to wait on them one by one.

"Those who have crossed the bridge will line up and come over to drink soup. If you drink your mother-in-law's soup, you will cross the bridge and enter your new life."

With a wave of his hand, he opened the ban on the bridge, and then people crossing the bridge came over.

"Thank you very much, mother-in-law. I'd like to express my gratitude to you monks in the wilderness." The visitor picked up a bowl of soup from the table, drank it all in one gulp, and walked to the other side laughing.

He stared blankly at the monks who had left, and couldn't help but sigh again and again!

The Shura battlefield is indeed a ruthless meat grinder!

...

In Po Meng's small courtyard, she stared at the Shura sword on the sword-making platform in a daze.

He had been sweating profusely for several days, but the heavy sword in front of him gave him an increasingly weird feeling.

But looking at the Prajna Shura Sword that shines dimly under the sun in front of me, it exudes an inexplicable majesty that is faintly captivating.

After smelting the piece of black divine iron given to him by the woman in the white dress, he found that it was too difficult to recast the Shura Sword.

In his opinion, even the power of his soul is comparable to the extraordinary state.

The newly forged Shura Sword in front of me is not afraid of the extraordinary pressure at all. Maybe it will become a unique divine sword in the world when it is released.

It's just that this kind of hard work, which should be said to be water grinding, is too difficult.

It was no less than the first time I practiced swordplay under the waterfall on the mountain behind the academy.

The only thing that makes him happy is that when he takes out this heavy sword, his newly reborn body will not only be stable but also suddenly reach a new level.

Practicing with hope is like a light in the dark night, giving people a kind of happiness.

He patted his butt and got up from the ground, waved his hand to light the fire on the sword-making platform, and continued the previous process.

The muscle memory he had developed during the previous casting process has been returned to God with his Nirvana rebirth. Now he has to adapt to this rhythm of hard work again.

The two girls have been away for ten days, and he has now started to get up every morning to collect herbs in the back mountains, and the hard work of life is not as difficult as before.

After an hour, he was able to forge the heavy sword once. As long as he kept doing it for two hours every day, maybe it wouldn't be until autumn that this heart-wrenching Prajna Shura Sword would be ready.

On the Tianyao Mountain and Tianlei Lake in the Shura battlefield, his Shura sword can cut through the sky. If it is recast and released, I don't know what height it will reach.

However, in his opinion, his mentality of sharpening his skills by forging swords finally felt a bit rough.

Maybe in a few days, try to take out the Taoist scriptures that have not been touched for a long time and copy them again, which may calm down your impetuous heart.

The embryo of the heavy sword in his hand, after several days of forging and hammering, finally looked better than before. Although it was still early to be released, it finally had a hint of the pressure of the heavy sword.

Get up at nine o'clock, go up to Lingshan, and pick the elixir.

At the end of the hour, tea was passed down two channels, and soup was made on the bridge.

It’s almost time, so sit quietly in the small courtyard and practice your Qi.

At 2:00 noon, relax your body and mind and regain your strength.

Before the time is over, the furnace is opened to forge the sword and the body is polished.

Rest at You hour, wash and cook, then go back to the house to sleep.

Every night at Hai hour, on the Wangchuan Bridge, I smile and watch all living beings.

...

After reincarnating into Po Meng this time, he no longer had Qingluan's company, nor the nagging of the woman in the white dress. He was the only one practicing alone.

The above monotonous practice is repeated every day, day after day.

The essence and blood of the divine dragon in the divine sea are being refined step by step like threads peeling off cocoons.

The heavy sword on the sword-making platform gradually took shape after he forged it with tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of hammers. He even re-engraved the words Prajna and Shura on the hilt.

I can’t remember which date started, but my daily practice has included copying and writing sutras.

A month has passed and the two girls have not returned yet, but he has finished copying one volume of scripture and is now preparing to copy the second volume.

When the two girls came back, he planned to give each of them a roll.

After these days of tempering the body of the Divine Dragon Fire, I believe that as long as I return to the Shura battlefield and break through the Divine Dragon body to the seventh level, the Divine Dragon Fire will evolve again.

This is when his flaming sword intention evolves from virtual reality to sword power.

With two completely different sword styles, plus his newly forged Shura sword, I believe that even if he faces an extraterrestrial demon, he probably won't turn around and run away.

It was early spring in Shura Battlefield when we arrived, but it was already late spring in Huangquan Village. When we went up the mountain to pick spiritual herbs and elixirs, we could already feel the faint heat.

Even so, he didn't dare to stop forging the Shura Sword, because he didn't know that the two girls might come back at the next moment, and after he got the spirit flower, he naturally tried to find a way to return to the Shura battlefield immediately.

So right now he doesn't dare to stop casting.

It only took him a month to recast the Shura Sword in Wolong Mountain, but now he has spent more time than he did back then.

It's all because of the black magic iron that was added later.

When this piece of soul-stirring magic iron is mixed into the Shura Sword, it will be restrained or domineering when it is released. At this time, he suddenly looked forward to that day.

After searching for countless years, I finally forged this 100-jin epee into a 500-jin epee, and it became a real epee!

Pushing open the wooden door of the small courtyard, I don't know when Qingluan and the woman in the white skirt have planted dozens of apricot flowers here. The spring breeze has passed and it is early summer.

The green apricots on the branches are white and tinged with red, exuding a faint fragrance.

The Luoxia Immortal planted apricot trees and used three thousand heads as flower fertilizer!

I planted a mountain of apricot trees and watched the flowers bloom all over the mountain in the second season, but in the end I didn’t eat any spring apricots.

Unexpectedly, Xing'er, who was longing for her, would end up in Huangquan Village outside the Three Realms.

He reached out and picked one, put it to his lips and sniffed it, and said with a silly smile: "After going around and around, it turns out that you are actually in Sangyu!"

It was just that the ripe spring apricots would not hang on the branches for long. I thought that if the two women came back in three or five days, they would have to pick them all and make them into preserved apricots.

As a result, he now has another troublesome thing. He has to go to the back mountain to find a nest of honey. To make spring apricots, the honey on the mountain is indispensable.

...

After washing up and cooking a pot of vegetarian porridge, I picked a plate of spring apricots and washed them and put them at the table. Looking at the approaching heat outside, I suddenly remembered that if I could make swords in autumn, I could practice swordsmanship with the fallen leaves all over the sky.

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Now is the season of scorching sun, so I can only use it to polish the Shura Sword, and at the same time polish my new body.

This heavy sword of mine was forged in the spring, took shape in the summer, and came out of the furnace in the autumn wind. When the winter comes, it will be used to cut the snow!

On the willow branches under the moon, Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into Po Meng, walked out of the yard...

As he was walking towards the Wangchuan Bridge, he felt a slight fluctuation around him, and used his fingers to turn into swords to make a move smoothly.

But it’s a trick that I just realized a while ago!

The wind dances for nine days!

Unknowingly, he can use the dragon sword technique with his finger sword, which is also the biggest change after his nirvana. The sword energy between his fingers has taken shape, and he can kill monsters and monsters!

"Crack!" There was a sound of branches breaking and falling dozens of feet away from the roadside. Looking up at the smooth cut marks on the tree body, I sighed silently.

The opportunities tempered between life and death have indeed surpassed his past self.

Strolling all the way forward, looking at the Wangchuan Bridge shrouded in the night, thinking about how I survived those hundred years, it was a full hundred years!

Now think about it, if I had not been forced to do so, I had promised the woman in the white dress to guard her for a hundred years. If it were now, could I have calmed down and guarded her for ten years? Or one year?

For a moment, he stopped asking himself.

When he walked onto the bridge, he repeated what he had to do every day, took out the wooden bowl and put it on the table, made the soup and waited for the time to come, then opened the magic circle to let go.

After passing through physical nirvana, he found that his spiritual consciousness had also improved a lot, and he could hear even the whispers of people on the shore if he wanted to.

He stayed on the bridge for more than a month. There were always some lucky guys who wanted to cross the bridge quietly just to retain the memory of this life. In the end, they were knocked down into the Wangchuan River and were not allowed to survive.

At the beginning, he would stop people from time to time, warning people who wanted to cross the bridge to drink soup first before crossing the bridge. This was the rule.
To be continued...