The bottom of Guangming Cave in Blind Mountain.
In the deepest part of the darkness, the snow-white sword light of the old sword master cut out a square...window?
From this window, you can clearly see the strange scene inside.
Ling Zhen, a young man wearing a blue robe who was originally on the couch in the house, had been sucked into the room very quickly.
Being in the window, or, it can be said to be arriving in the "door".
The thin, dark old man with a large white tiger skin draped over his shoulders narrowed his eyes at this moment, smiled and looked at Wei Jie, the guest in green shirt who had come from afar, and said very proudly: "Qinglong Sword Immortal, don't think that you are the only one who can Will 'create people'."
Of course Wei Jie knew that the creation of human beings mentioned by the old man had nothing to do with the continuation of the family line.
Ying Chun turned his head with a smile and looked at the college principal Zhuge Jielu who was wearing a crane cloak. "Principal Zhuge, I also have some skills in 'transforming dreams'. I'm not too good at it. I just want to invite the emperor to observe the Taoism." One game.”
After Zhuge Jielu heard this, he narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the bright "window" that was split by the sword energy.
In the thick darkness of this place, a piece of white snow suddenly appeared. It was undoubtedly extremely eye-catching and made people unable to take their eyes away.
Turn into a dream?
This statement is quite new.
Does it mean using what the person in the dream has experienced as a reference to evolve the path and strengthen his cultivation?
Just now, the haggard old man named Ying made a wish in his heartfelt words.
That is.
Ask Emperor Zhuge to use his magical powers and use his immeasurable power to pull the young man named Ling Zhen here on the island to be the "Taoist" who observes Taoism this night.
There is another additional statement - Ling Zhen, the new student in the college, can also be called the "protagonist" of a brand new story!
Although he didn't know what Ying Chun was thinking this time, Zhuge Jielu, who had always admired this academy's gold medal tutor, had no words to spare and extended a "hand" without saying a word.
With the giant palm of the Yin God, Ling Zhen, who was sleeping drunkenly, was dragged from the bed to the bottom of the cave.
Then, the young man in green robe was forcibly "put" into the ruined bracelet with intertwined black and white stripes by Master Ying's magic power.
The foot raised by the old man.
It is a sharp long sword called "Frost Blade Holder Shijun".
It is one of the swords owned by Long He, the former leader of the White Dragon Sword Sect. It is as famous as the other magic weapon "Qingfeng Sword Wuji". It can be said to be powerful in the world. Over the years, it has defeated countless enemies and made great achievements. It has conquered all kinds of evil and heretics. Keep it secret.
According to Ying Chun himself, the four-character name of the secret realm of Guixu that belongs to him is "Shijun Frost Blade".
The name of Guixu completely coincides with the name of Blade Foot. I don't know if it is a coincidence or the old man did it intentionally.
Is it possible that Master Ying, who is known as the Saint of Swordsmanship, would use his own cultivation to create a "person" and turn it into a dream in the secret realm?
With the help of Ling Zhen, we can conduct "contemplation of Taoism in dreams"?
But why... choose this person?
Ling Zhen...why is it him?
"The white tiger, whose four seasons belong to autumn, and whose five elements belong to metal, is in charge of battles and killings, and is the god of war."
Ying Chun shook his head to himself and said some words that were not easy to understand, "Let me, an old man who has lived for three generations, take a look at the one who can be respected by the sword god Yu You Cong and be taught the spirit by Wei Daxian. How much does this young boy with a sword move weigh? Is he really worthy of his great responsibilities, breaking out of the sky, and finally regaining his freedom?"
Zhuge Jielu also didn't understand very well, and looked at each other in disbelief with the banished immortal Wei Jie.
Ying Chun's smile filled his dark, thin old face, and he slowly stroked his beard, "Since he is the biological brother of my beloved disciple Feng Ge, I think he won't die so easily..."
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The light in front of my eyes gradually dissipated.
Ling Zhen, who was "dragged" into a brand new world by the huge divine power, has stood firmly on the ground.
In my ears, I could hear the noise of the bustling crowd, like a busy city.
After opening his eyes, Ling Zhen was extremely surprised to find that at this moment, he was actually on a strange street that he had never been before!
There is a constant flow of pedestrians, men, women and children, vehicles rushing through the streets, vendors selling goods along the way, and shouts and shouts.
Looking at the seemingly ordinary sight in front of him, Ling Zhen was shaken, confused, and truly at a loss.
He just stood there blankly, not even taking a step forward.
"Where is this?!"
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Longshu Dynasty, Jiangnan Road.
Somewhere in a village is a small thatched house that is dilapidated and can be described as "ventilated from all sides".
"Lao Chun, I'm going out."
A scruffy man with a very pale face, slightly sunken cheeks, and a thick beard that almost covered half of his face stood in the room near the door and said without looking back.
"Why are you going?"
Seeing that the man was about to leave, an old man with disabled legs and almost no flesh slowly raised his head. His eyes were blurred and very turbid. He simply asked, but there was no sign of any anxiety on his face.
At the top of Kunlun Mountain, there were piles of dead bodies.
At that time, the old man could actually walk as fast as flying, sweep hundreds of feet, and had quite good Qinggong skills.
Just not anymore.
It's a pity that he became disabled.
The young man casually raised the golden sword in his hand, shrugged his shoulders, swung the black sword on his back casually, raised his head, and took a sip of the cheap wine in the pot.
The wine is made from glutinous rice and is very cheap. It costs three pennies a bottle and is very easy to buy. There is a shop just a few steps away. I have drunk a lot in the past ten years and I am very familiar with the wine shop owner.
Unlike wine, the two swords, one black and one gold, are obviously rare items that are hard to find in the world.
"Kill some enemies and repay some favors. It is best to repay the debts owed back then..."
The man raised his head and took another sip of wine. The wine dripped from his unshaven chin and onto his collar, "If you can, try to open the Heavenly Gate again!"
After hearing these words, a glimmer of excitement flashed in the eyes of the skinny old man in the room. The old man stood on the ground with his arms and struggled to straighten his upper body. Of course, his legs were still unable to support the whole body. He asked hoarsely: "Are you coming back? ?”
"I'll come back. If I'm lucky enough to survive..."
The man holding the sword on his back smiled and said, "I'll teach you how to use the sword even if you don't have legs!"
"It's a deal, remember to bring a jug of good wine back when the time comes!"
"got it."
The man waved his hand behind him and said goodbye to the leaky thatched house where he had lived for ten years.
The last words before leaving: "Lao Chun, you must not die before I come back!"
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The news that the world-famous "Second Sword Master" came out again soon spread throughout the world.
The cultivators who are a little better informed are extremely curious.
Everyone wants to know what will be the first thing this hateful bastard will do after he comes back after killing three thousand monks in one breath and then hiding for ten years?
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Not long after, news came out in Jiangnan Dao that the home of the richest man, Xu Dayuan, had been ransacked by a thief.
This thief who could kill a thousand swords not only pocketed a large amount of gold, silver, jewelry and priceless paintings and calligraphy, but before leaving, he also inscribed twelve words in blood on the lintel of Xu's house. Big words - "The thief is Qiu Jin, the best bastard in the world."
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Ling Zhen was attracted by an inexplicable sound that reached his ears.
"Everyone, do you all still remember that big bastard named Qiu Mingjin ten years ago?"
Looking in the direction of that voice.
I saw that the person surrounded by everyone was...a storyteller?
