The Temple of Eternal Life, the fantasy world of mortals.
Jun Wuxie, who has no memory of the past, is experiencing the ups and downs of life here.
Time in this world has no connection with the outside world.
Here, he grew up through hardships from a young boy to middle age, had his own family, experienced the great sorrows and great joys of life, and tasted the joys and sorrows of the world, the ups and downs, and the warmth and warmth of human relationships.
Decades pass by in a blink of an eye.
He entered old age and then into his twilight years, watching his white-haired wife pass away in the years.
He buried her with his own hands.
Lonely, alone.
He experienced the most unbearable feeling in the world.
The whole world is vast, and as far as the eye can see, it is difficult to see a familiar face.
He felt that his end was approaching and he would no longer go out.
I sit in the courtyard every day, looking at the mountains and rivers in front of my home, and recalling this life experience.
Living in the mortal world, it is impossible to escape the fate of the mortal world.
The final belonging is nothing more than ashes to ashes and earth to earth.
This is the fate of this mortal world.
But is it really fate?
He suddenly questioned the idea of fate.
Are you destined to be unable to break away from the mortal world and transcend the mortal world?
"Is it the heart or the body that ages in the mortal world? It is the body that dies in the end, not the soul. The heart can be eternal, but the body cannot be eternal..."
He whispered softly, his voice was old and hoarse, full of vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were so cloudy that his vision was somewhat blurred.
"If the physical body can withstand the erosion of the mortal world, even if one's heart is full of mortal desires, it cannot cut off this human body..."
Gradually, his eyes were no longer cloudy and became brighter. The wrinkles on his face were quickly disappearing, and his gray hair turned into black hair.
"Being in the mortal world, my heart has the spirit of the mortal world, I will not be stained by the mortal atmosphere, and I vow to cultivate my human body..."
There was a bang.
He only felt his brain roaring, and memories flooded into his mind.
In an instant, he stood stunned!
"I am...Jun Wuxie...this is...the fantasy world of mortals?"
He looked down at his hands. He was no longer skinny, but looked very young. These were the hands of a teenager!
"The Red Dust Sword Technique... the sword of the world! The meaning of the red dust in the heart is the sword intention, and the body is the sword of the world. It carries the rolling world of mortals and three thousand floating worlds, but it is also transcendent and proud of the world..."
He stood up suddenly.
A clanging sound.
The sound of clanking swords erupted from the body.
In an instant, the billowing energy of the mortal world exploded, sweeping in all directions.
A sword energy filled with billowing red dust rushed out of his body.
The sword energy is bright and powerful, like a river of mortals rushing, and it seems that the will of the entire world has been condensed to deliver the strongest blow in the world!
There was a bang.
The whole world collapsed.
The world in front of him suddenly became disillusioned, and all the scenes disappeared.
What appears in front of you is the military tomb, the sword monument, and the Zhenyu Tower!
"I didn't expect... you not only understood the meaning of the mortal world, but also initially cultivated the sword of the world!"
There was unabashed admiration in the mysterious woman's voice.
"Thank you, senior, for teaching me the sword technique!" Jun Wuxie cupped his fists and saluted, saying, "I feel that the power of this Red Dust Sword Technique seems to be stronger than the Seven Killing Fist!"
"Seven Killing Fist is a growth-type martial skill. Its highest attainable peak is not weaker than the Hongchen Sword Art. The Hongchen Sword Art itself is of extremely high grade and has long been separated from the category of martial arts. Instead, it belongs to the magical power and secret art. It is impossible for you to practice in this realm. However, the Red Dust Sword Art requires being in the mortal world before you can step into the threshold of practice."
"I see..." Jun Wuxie was glad that it happened to be the Red Dust Sword Technique. If it had been anything else, he probably wouldn't have been able to master it. Thinking of what the mysterious woman said just now, he couldn't help but ask: "Senior, what is magical power and secret art?"
"This is not something you should understand now. You will understand it when you become a saint in the future."
Jun Wuxie nodded and immediately sat down cross-legged.
I have just begun to understand the meaning of the mortal world and cultivate the sword in the world, which still needs to be consolidated.
…
In the woods of Zongwanghou Mountain, Jiuye has been guarding Jun Wuxie.
By now, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
It was already noon, and the life and death at the foot of Zongwang Mountain was definitely about to begin, but Jun Wuxie was still in trance.
"Uncle Bartender, how's it going? Doesn't he show any sign of waking up yet?"
Uncle Bird is also here, and the duel is about to begin, but the most promising person from their Zongwang Academy has yet to arrive.
"Mu Qianshan, where is your disciple Jun Wuxie?" He Jianyun's voice came from the foot of Zongwang Mountain and resounded throughout Zongwang Mountain, causing birds to fly in flocks.
"A piece of trash that I, the Dahe Sword Sect, don't want, yet you insist on taking it back as a treasure. Yesterday, you made arrogant remarks and arranged for a life-and-death showdown today, but now you are cowering away and not daring to show your face?"
He Jianyun's words were very harsh and did not have the magnanimity of the first sect master of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Those who are familiar with the two grievances are not surprised.
He Jianyun and Mu Qianshan, it would be strange if these two people could still maintain their demeanor when they meet.
"Qianshan, go ahead."
The wine man waved his hand to indicate that he was here.
Uncle Bird sighed and left with a heavy heart.
…
At the foot of Zongwang Mountain, there is a low mountain peak, but now it has been cut off from the mountainside and turned into a platform of life and death.
Surrounding the Life and Death Platform, on the rolling hills, there are endless crowds of people, densely packed and countless.
These are the people who come to watch the excitement in the capital, including ordinary people, casual cultivators, businessmen, senior officials or disciples of various large and small families, and court officials, etc.
"Hahaha, Jun Wuxie really doesn't dare to come?" Sima Yuan stood in front of everyone in the Dahe Sword Sect. When he saw Mu Qianshan coming down alone, he immediately sneered: "They say that every generation of disciples in Zongwang Academy is stupid. In fact, this is not the case. This generation has a smart man, but he is also a coward and a coward!"
"Senior Mu, I think your Zongwang Academy should just admit defeat." Chu Yixuan pointed at Xu Diaoling and Kong Kong and said, "Let them come up and cut off their heads in public, and let us make a human head lantern. What's going on today, Let’s just give it up, what do you think?”
"Fuck you!"
The empty little monk was so angry that he breathed out fragrance.
Everyone was stunned. This seemingly gentle monk actually cursed?
He saw everyone looking at him in surprise.
Kong doesn't feel embarrassed at all. In fact, he is not a monk in the first place.
It was only when Buddhists discovered that he had the bloodline of the Vajra Body that he was forced to become a monk for two years. He refused to take the precepts and repeatedly violated the precepts, so he was expelled from Buddhism.
"I didn't expect that Jun Wuxie was so fearless during the assessment at Dahe Sword Sect that day, but today he is so cowardly that he doesn't even dare to show up, and he's not afraid of people's jokes!"
Someone on the surrounding mountains started talking.
"It's really strange. Didn't he dare to challenge the elite elders of the Dahe Sword Sect that day? Why doesn't he dare to show up today? Did he know that the Seventh Princess would come out to help him and have a woman as a backer? But today, the Seventh Princess does not seem to have come."
"I heard that this was not the first time that Jun Wuxie hid behind a woman. When he was in Qingyang City, it was the seventh princess who stood up for him. In Juxian Manor, he was still the seventh princess, and in the Dahe Sword Sect, he was still the seventh princess. . Such a person is actually useless without a woman, haha!"
I don't know who was sarcastic loudly in the crowd.
"No, my brother is amazing. He's not what you said at all!" Xiao Yueyao was with Su Lan and Qin Keqing. When she heard someone slandering her brother, she immediately fought back angrily: "You... you are just jealous that my brother has people around him. There are so many beautiful sisters, but you don’t have any!”
"Little girl, what do you know?"
The person who spoke seemed to be touched and became a little angry.
"The time has come." He Jianyun looked at the sun in the sky and said to Uncle Bird: "Mu Qianshan, it's time to send your people off. Who's going to go first?"
Chu Yixuan jumped down on the stage of life and death, looked down at Xu Diaoling and Kong Kong, and said: "I really don't take you two little characters seriously. Yesterday, the life and death showdown was scheduled. It was originally three versus three, but now you two are young One person. Forget it, if you two come together, I alone can kill you with my sword without the help of my two senior brothers!"
"Chu, you are so arrogant!"
Xu Diaoling rushed onto the platform of life and death, holding out a pair of crescent-shaped curved blades that floated on both sides of his body.
"Within two moves, I'll behead you!"
Chu Yixuan, with his black hair flying, took out his spiritual sword, pointed at Xu Diaoling in the distance, flicked his wrist, and stabbed forward.
What seems like a simple blow actually contains many changes and terrifying sword intent.
"The great river flows eastward!"
The sword energy turned into a turbulent river, rushing forward with momentum like a rainbow, and the sound of waves erupted.
