Chapter 40 Sword and Stone Monk

Ye Yang saw an orchid with wide and thick leaves.

The leaves of the orchid are dark green with snakeskin lines on them. The flowers are not the usual yellow, but are actually dark black. The petals are raised and lowered, as if they are poisonous snakes.

Ye Yang recognized this Tongshen.

"It's Adenophora."

This substance is toxic, has tenacious vitality, and can be widely adapted to various smelly ditches.

It can survive even in black rivers, its leaves can extend, and it can form an adenophora array, which has miraculous effects on binding and killing enemies.

The effect was good, Ye Yang continued to feel it.

He sensed dozens more co-parameters, but only two or three had functional effects that interested him. The rest were either too unpopular, or were inconsistent with his approach and state of mind, and were of little value.

"Found it, that's it."

Closing his eyes again, a familiar scent, like that of an old friend, came from a group of colleagues.

In the vast hall, it was like a beam of light in the darkness, extremely dazzling.

The dust was blown away, revealing a pale golden dry body. This ginseng was several years old.

The body is very old, cracked, the paint is mottled, and dust covers the whole body.

Ye Yang wiped away the dust with his hands, and the whole picture of Tongshen suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The silver-edged scimitar looks like a crescent moon, with a golden back and a chilong engraved pattern on it. It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The blade is as bright as silver, with a hint of cold light that is breathtaking.

The long sword is as black as ink, with purple lotuses blooming in the hollows on the hilt. The sword is bladed on both sides, and the tip is triangular and divided into three strands. It is extremely sharp and shimmers with cold light.

An old monk, carrying a knife and a sword on his back, clasped his hands, his face was withered and weather-beaten.

A scar cuts diagonally across the right side of his face, and there are straight black lines on his shoulder blades. He is wearing a gray hemp-colored robe.

Perhaps because it took too long, the paint on the old monk's face had fallen off, leaving black and red marks.

Because of the humidity, a layer of green moss has grown on the body, giving people a trace of time carving.

"Sword and Sword Stone Monk, second-level fellow practitioner, one sword for one sword, fellow swordsman, sword madness and sword madman, sword for destruction, sword for life.

The maid on the side walked to Ye Yang, took out a booklet from her hand, and introduced it loudly.

Ye Yang nodded: "That's it."

Fellow practitioners of swords and swords are considered to be aliens, because the sword is heavy and the sword is light and agile, and the two conflict with each other.

The human body also has flaws, either the right hand is sensitive and powerful but the left hand is lacking, or the left hand is sensitive and powerful but the right hand is lacking, which is almost irreconcilable.

In addition, being able to master one weapon is already a big deal. Practicing another weapon means that the practitioner has to spend more time.

It is also necessary to adapt to the discomfort caused by the body, so those who practice swordsmanship at the same time rarely achieve great achievements.

Generally, they are mainly swords or knives. This may be the reason why no one cares about the Sword Stone Monk.

For example, Wang Sandao looks like he has a right sword and a left sword, but he is most proficient in swordsmanship. The swordsmanship is only used to confuse the opponent, so he has the nickname "Shaoyang Sword".

The name Wang Sandao is also a nickname, which means that his sword skills usually only have three moves. After three moves, he basically loses his sword skills.

"The sword demon ape's arms have the same strength, which seems to be able to offset the lack of coordination between his left and right hands, and his body is very agile..."

Ye Yang was thoughtful, feeling as if he had caught something.

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After coming out of the Zongmen Treasury, Ye Yang thanked the maid and settled the account happily.

This Sword Stone Monk is a high-quality product among the second-level swordsmen. It was priced at 180 contribution points. After discounting the price by 30%, Ye Yang paid 126 contribution points.

Seeing that it was still early, he headed towards the place where the Sutra Pavilion was. Now that he had perfected the Wind and Frost Sword Technique, he could already practice the Kurong Hand.

The Sutra Pavilion is behind a bamboo forest.

The sun rises, and the mist in the bamboo forest is dyed with colorful brilliance.

Morning dew dripped from the bamboo leaves, the morning glow was brilliant, and the morning fog finally dispersed, and the fairy spirit lingered.

Walking through the corridor through the bamboo forest, Ye Yang saw a peak with strange rocks and rugged rocks. The peak was covered with old pines and a waterfall fell next to it. The scene was spectacular and beautiful.

The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is built on this giant peak of old trees, pines and cypresses. The peak is broad and emits auspicious light in the morning glow.

An ancient building stands in front, with walls made of bluestone and old tiles.

On the plaque of the gate hall, there are no big characters "Zangjing Pavilion" written on it, but "Tianyi Pavilion" written with gold and silver hooks.

The so-called Tianyi refers to a point in the sky, which is water.

The bamboo slips, books, and ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion are most afraid of fire, so they are replaced with "Tianyi", which means that the fire will be forced away, and everything will go smoothly and safely.

Ye Yang walked into the Scripture Collection Pavilion and saw books, bamboo slips, and jade slips piled on the shelves.

In the Sutra Pavilion, he already knew the target "Kurong Hand" exceptionally well, but he had never had the chance to redeem it before.

Ye Yang walked straight to the second floor, turned to the second row of the counter on the left, and found a jade slip made of sapphire among the yellowed books.

He opened the jade slip, which read "Withered and prosperous hands, one withered and one prosperous, both withered and prosperous." Several big characters, and below the big characters are two palms.

One has a plump body, well-proportioned muscles, and sufficient energy and blood, while the other is like a chicken claw, with exposed veins, dry and dull.

The hands flourish and wither, containing both the essence of life and death.

Ye Yang took the jade slip and walked down to the Sutra Collection Building to exchange the Ku Rong Technique.

The guard of the pavilion glanced at him and said: "One hundred contribution points, the jade slips will be sent back in one month, and they are not allowed to be circulated or copied."

Ye Yang nodded in agreement. The inheritance jade slip was extremely precious and could engrave the practitioner's movement route and cultivation method.

Therefore, after exchanging it in the Sutra Library, he needed to return the jade slip after comprehending and practicing.

After transferring the contribution points, Ye Yang took the jade slip of the Ku Rong Hand's cultivation method back home.

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Sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, Ye Yang leaned against the dark persimmon tree and carefully felt the vigorous vitality of the big persimmon tree.

It was the spring equinox at this moment. The branches of the persimmon tree were already covered with tender yellow green leaves. The trunks were as strong and twisted as dragons, and the bark was cracked like scales.

Last winter, when the snow pressed down the branches, the rime was thick, and the sky and the earth were white, this old persimmon tree was still bare.

It was so quiet that there was almost no breath of life. Ye Yang almost thought it was going to die.

Now, as soon as spring came, it was full of vitality, and there were some green spots on the branches.

"It awakens in the morning breeze of early spring, is at its peak in midsummer, and eventually scatters in the dusk of autumn."

"Then it dies in the snowy winter, and waits until the next spring to continue this fate."

Ye Yang was silent.

Looking at this huge old persimmon tree that has been growing for who knows how many years, Ye Yang had some insights.

"People, like plants, will wither and flourish, and sink and float under the same sky."

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