The moon passes through the sky, and the night is as thick as ink, and a glass lamp in Qianhu Mansion study is still on.

Li Buzhuo had the scabbard and had returned to the study at this time. Since Zhulong was with Luo Huanjun, Li Buzhuo had not yet refining his energy tonight. He carefully deduced his own Zhoutian sword method and tried to record the method on paper.

"Buhou moves qi and goes with the spirit... breathing, not as good as the law..."

After writing hundreds of words on the paper, Li Buzhuo suspended his wrist and stopped his pen, shook his head and said to himself: "No wonder the Qi refining methods are all difficult and subtle. The Qi refining method involves the principles of oneself and the world. Qi refiners can comprehend, but they may not be able to take the mystery of it for themselves. Even if they can be practiced, they must be expressed in words, which will inevitably be inconsistent."

"Although the Zhoutian Sword Sutra was created by me by summarizing many methods, some subtle aspects are still vague and cannot be explained, so if I put them into words, it will inevitably be stagnant."

"If you want to force a book, it's not impossible, it's just not perfect. No wonder, the classics such as Xiaodaozang are straightforward and easy to understand and are regarded as classics. The simpler the explanation of the same principle is because the higher the level of the writer."

Li Buzhuo put down his pen, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to himself: "When I can write the Zhoutian Sword and Sutra method into a magic formula so that others can easily comprehend it, the method I created at that time will be considered a great success."

After understanding this, Li Buzhuo no longer tried to write the method in words. He moved the mechanism under the glass lamp. The light suddenly dimmed, leaving only a trace of light. He brushed away the hem of his clothes and wanted to regulate his breath and refine his energy.

He took out Zhou Tian Liuzhu on the Jiangtai. As soon as he sat down, Li Buzhuo suddenly felt something and looked out the window: "Hmm? Are they Luo Huanjun and Zhulong?"

When Li Buzhuo waved his hand, the blue sword script on Lan Qi flew into his palm and was unfolded by him. Then, Li Buzhuo closed his eyes and the bloody sandals flew out of the sword script and escaped out of the window.

The body has not yet been fully trained to perfection, and Li Buzhuo's soul cannot enter the Shenyou Realm. He can only stay in the sword and come to the pavilion by the backyard. He saw Luo Huanjun sitting in the middle of the pavilion, wearing a yellow dress, and his skirt flowing on the ground like water. Behind her, two streams of galaxy-like streaming lights spiraled upwards, like wings, almost covering most of the Qianhu Mansions.

On the stone table in front of Luo Huanjun, a red air spread out from the candle dragon sword, turning into a dragon shape, with silver scales and red mane, eyes like the sun and the moon, lying on the hexagonal spire of the pavilion, raising its head towards the wings. As the wings closed, the sun and the moon were vaguely rotated, the four seasons were replaced, and the vision of changing the world appeared, which shocked the mind.

Li Buzhuo's soul was placed in the sword. When he saw this scene, he thought to himself: "This is how her soul manifested... The mayfly lived and died in the morning, but she had seen through life and death and integrated the way of time into the soul. Just looking at this strange phenomenon, her soul is not inferior to the thirty-six phases of the karma fire burning body. This is still she has not yet recovered... The appearance of the soul of Zhulong, although majestic, was Wu Qian's innate qualifications made by Wu Qian using many divine ores, plus human blood sacrifice and hammering. Its wisdom is still ignorant. According to what Wu Qian said, if I can find the source of the dragon vein in the underground palace of the Great Xia Dragon Court and sacrifice and refine it again, then my soul can reach great success. Otherwise, relying solely on my inner qi, I don't know that I will have to wait until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month."

While Li Buzhuo was thinking, the wings slapped gently, and the two strange phenomena of the sun and moon rotating turned into flowing light and sank into Zhulong's eyes. Zhulong's body moved and opened his mouth and let out a silent roar, as if expressing gratitude to the wings.

Li Buzhuo's heart moved. This was Luo Huanjun who was consuming herself and fulfilling Zhulong's soul. Why did she do this?

Li Buzhuo's relationship with Luo Huanjun is very complicated. Because of Gu Xi's love between men and women, since Luo Huanjun resurrected from Yuori, he has shown a feeling of being attached to his parents to him. However, Li Buzhuo is very afraid of her because she is a big demon guarding the wall.

Luo Huanjun and Zhu Longsu didn't know each other, so they made Zhu Long perfect, so they naturally wanted to make Li Buzhuo happy. Seeing this scene, Li Buzhuo couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of her previous fear. With a thought, he urged Xue Tan to return to the study.

As the wings moved, there was light dust surrounding Qianhu Mansion, which seemed to strip the entire Qianhu Mansion, isolate it from the present world, and prevent others from spying on others.

But outside Qianhu Mansion, a man walked from under the moon, his feet were naked and untainted by dust. He pointed the wooden sword in his hand at the ground, which was ordinary, but the moon was involuntary.

"The east is extremely turbulent, and the heavens invade, this demon escapes from Hutian and enters the heartland of my middle earth..."

Zhi Frost's clothes were thoughtful and frowned slightly. The moonlight suddenly became stronger on the sword, making the night darker.

At present, there are people passing by outside Qianhu Mansion. They ignore the strange phenomena in Qianhu Mansion, and they seem to be unable to see the frost coat outside the wall and walk by with a lantern.

Zhi Shuangyi was silent for a long time, her eyes fell on Zhulong's soul, and she whispered: "Stop, this monster has already had a causal bond with Li Buzhuo in order to use Li Buzhuo to escape from Hutian, and I think it would not be unscrupulous. Now in Bailong Temple, if the Buddha-fetal demon seed was born in the world, the disaster would be far better than this monster... Since she was the person who was confined to Hutian by the Taoist sect, it had nothing to do with me."

After pondering for a long time, Zhi Shuangyi finally carried the wooden sword behind her and turned around and left.

The outside of Qianhu Mansion was as calm as before, and he could only beat Gengren and paused slightly, and he thought to himself in surprise, why does it seem like the moonlight suddenly lit up a little?

The next morning.

Li Buzhuo practiced overnight without any breakthrough, but he finally healed some internal injuries he suffered the day before yesterday. He went straight to the backyard pavilion. As dawn broke out, mist was everywhere, and the dewdrops on the grass leaves drooped slightly. Luo Huanjun had already put the candle dragon on the stone table, holding the piano facing the rockery pond, and debugging the strings boredly.

Seeing Li Buzhuo coming, Luo Huanjun raised his chin to Zhulong on the table and said, "From now on, it will listen to you more."

Li Buzhuo took Zhulong back and said softly: "Thank you, I have recorded this."

Luo Huanjun shook her head instead, looked at the seven-stringed zither in her arms and said, "I already like this zither very much." The implication was that she fulfilled Zhulong just to repay Li Buzhuo's wish of giving the zither.

The two strange phenomena of the sun and moon that I saw last night were probably worth decades of hard practice. It turned out that in her eyes, it was as valuable as a piano? Li Buzhuo suddenly said, "You can play that song Hongli? I remember that I have written a few new songs."

Luo Huanjun answered happily, Li Buzhuo took the piano and sang while playing: "The benefits of Lishan River come to the end, I only feel sorry for the moon. The iron in the dragon spring is cold, and the flute is broken..."

"But I shouted wine, the night was late, and the lights were gone, and I sang the cold spring again."

After the song, Luo Huanjun thought about something and asked curiously: "You are the head of the county trial case, and Jie Yuanlang of Xinfeng Prefecture, how could he have such a decadent spirit? He wrote such lyrics."

"It's all for the dream." Li Buzhuo smiled at the teardrop mole on the corner of her right eye.

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Chapter completed!