The swordsman shook his head slightly: "Xue Cuo has no talent for swordsmanship. He and Gu Rujie cannot be compared."
Xue Zhenzhen frowned and shook his head in disapproval: "My father once said that I am not suitable for cultivation and will never live forever. I don't believe it. Now my realm has surpassed his. Can you refute my teaching?"
Jun Wuwei was silent. He only answered once, and then his interest waned. He lay down under the flower tree and closed his eyes to sleep, leaning on his arms.
He expressed his opinion, but Xue Zhenzhen didn't agree with it and he didn't argue.
But he is the swordsman of the Eastern Continent, and his silence is more like a silent contempt. No one can ignore his opinion.
Xue Zhenzhen was silent for a moment, raised his hand to hold the hilt of Long Mighty Sword, and stood up.
The great monk of Lingguang Temple quickly clasped his palms together and stepped aside.
The sword fairy opened his eyes, and the bamboo sword in his hand hummed softly. The two looked at each other and disappeared under the flower tree at the same time.
A moment later, a dragon roar sounded in the sky, and many petals fell.
Xue Cuo caught the petals with the hem of his clothes, stood up and walked to the table. He tilted his head and looked at the monk's bald head: "Master, can you sweep the petals off the table for me?"
The master of Lingguang Temple was stunned and said Amitabha. He waved his big hand wearing Buddhist beads and swept the colorful petals that fell on the tables into Xue Cuo's robe.
Xue Cuo smiled brightly, carefree.
The Silver Snake Girl turned her body curiously: "Little friend, your father said personally that you have no talent for swordsmanship."
Xue Cuo turned around and said, "I don't want to practice Taoism."
The silver snake girl choked, and the Taoists around her also looked over, with somewhat inquisitive eyes.
The silver snake girl chuckled: "It's just what a child thinks. You gave up on yourself because of this blow, and you have soiled the bloodline of the Sword Immortal in vain."
Xue Cuo had already jumped down the steps, but when he heard this, he turned around and walked straight to the Silver Snake Girl.
He is short and round, with two neat buds tied with a red rope. He is as white as a glutinous rice dumpling and looks very cute.
Xue Cuo said, "If you think I'm not worthy, why don't you ask my mother to be your godmother and practice in front of my father? I'm alone, and it's good to have brothers and sisters."
The silver snake girl's face turned red and she was furious: "You... are so rude!"
None of the monks present had ever been mocked coldly by the Silver Snake Girl. Now that they saw her being teased by a six-year-old child and exchanging glances, they all laughed in their hearts.
"Ci Ru," the old man with the purple gold and white jade crown sitting at the top glanced over and said, "The selection is important, so it's better to concentrate on it."
The silver snake girl lowered her head and said yes. Xue Cuo took the opportunity to carry the petals and jumped down the steps without looking back. The silver snake girl's teeth itched and she snorted coldly.
Xue Cuo carried the petals and went straight to the flowing water.
Youxia, who was sitting in a daze on the flower tree, saw you. He turned around and called the senior sisters and brothers of Shujiang Pavilion: "Look, that's the little senior brother I mentioned. The little senior brother has come out. Hey, what is he doing?"
The disciples of the Tianyi Sect are dressed in blue and white robes, as regular as chess pieces on a chessboard, and are unique among the three thousand people from the sect who arrived today.
Xu Youyu, who was born as an ordinary citizen, sat on the right side with the disciples of Shujiange Pavilion. On the left side were the disciples of Tianyi Pavilion, headed by the direct descendants of the elders.
Hearing Youxia's voice, Xu Youyu looked under the flower tree. The little senior brother carried the fallen flowers to the water's edge, and then kicked off his shoes.
Xu Youyu frowned, and the top disciple of Tianyi Pavilion next to him looked even more surprised. He couldn't help but lower his eyebrows: "It's not appropriate."
The female disciple of Tianyi Pavilion said: "Is that Elder Xue's son? I'll teach him a lesson!"
The female swordsman turned into a stream of light and fell to the creek.
Xue Cuo sprinkled the flower petals into the stream. The monks on the peak regarded these fallen flowers as ordinary beauty to appreciate, and they were immortal grass full of spiritual energy.
The fallen flowers flowed down the water, halfway up the mountain, and towards the bottom of the mountain.
The spiritual energy in the stream was so abundant that mortals would feel strong after drinking it. Xue Cuo scattered handfuls of the flowers, but greedy fish swam over and ate them all.
Xue Cuo was furious and almost took out the thunder talisman, but when he remembered his mother's face when she saw him frying fish here, he took back the talisman, crossed his arms, and decided to go into the river to catch fish.
"Hello?"
Xue Cuo turned around and saw an unknown female swordsman with a high nose and thin lips, who was as fierce as fire. She kicked Xue Cuo's shoes, looked around, and said angrily: "Come up quickly, don't embarrass Elder Xue and Sword Immortal here!"
Xue Cuo: "Sister, who are you?"
The female monk was impatient: "You are so ignorant, come up to me and talk about it later."
She had already entered the Divine Realm, four realms higher than Xue Cuo in the Realm-Building Stage. She was tall, so she might as well lift Xue Cuo up.
Of course Xue Cuo was unwilling and pushed his hand hard, but the difference in realm was too big and he couldn't break free. He was lifted up like a chicken. The female swordsman turned around and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by a hand.
She turned around in surprise and saw the top disciples of Shujian Pavilion, Xu Youyu, Lin Youxia and others.
The female swordsman was furious and shook her arm: "How dare you touch me!"
Xu Youyou rescued Xue Cuo from the female monk little by little, put it down on the ground, and apologized: "Senior Sister Qingdai."
Qingdai slapped Xu Youyu across the face, and several Tianyi Pavilion disciples fell behind her, protecting Qingdai in the middle.
Xue Cuo looked around, barefoot, reached out to grab Xu Youyu's sleeves, Qingdai's chest heaved with anger, and glanced at the disciples of Shujiang Pavilion. Xu Youyu obviously wanted to please Elder Xue's son and deliberately opposed her!
Qingdai sneered: "Xue Cuo is a disciple of Tianyi Pavilion. It's not your turn as ordinary people to take care of it. Xue Cuo, come here!"
"That's right."
"Are you Xue Cuo? Come here quickly. You have recognized the wrong person. We are your senior brothers and sisters."
The disciples of Shujian Pavilion were naturally not angry with the arrogance of the disciples of Tianyi Pavilion. The few who followed Xu Youyu had the deepest friendship, and they were like-minded and refused to give in to each other for a while.
Xue Cuo was confused and forgotten by both groups of people. He was squeezed in the middle and no one listened to him at all.
During the argument, Lin Youxia suddenly picked up Xue Cuo and said with a smile, "You might as well ask Senior Brother Xue how he chose."
Xue Cuo slapped Lin Youxia's hand away and jumped off him angrily: "I don't choose, you all go away!"
After walking a few steps, Xue Cuo turned back, with a fierce look in his eyes, and stepped on Lin Youxia with his bare feet: "Pinch my ass!"
Xu Youyu frowned when he heard this and glared at Youxia,
Flawed: Ahem.
The two groups of people looked at each other and turned their heads in disdain.
Qingdai snorted coldly, Xue Cuo was willing to fall, and rotten wood cannot be carved. She was angry in her heart and did not want to care whether Xue Cuo was embarrassed or not, so she flew back to the flower tree. Xu Youyu, Youxia, and several other Shujiange disciples stayed behind.
Xu Youyu walked up to Xue Cuo, who was squatting by the stream grabbing grass. When he saw him approaching, he turned around and faced Xu Youyu with his back.
Xu Youyu winked at Youxia, and Youxia came over with a flirtatious look, squatted down, and started scratching his head: "Um... little senior brother, don't be angry, or I'll pinch you back."
Xue Cuo was silent for a moment, turned around, stared at Youxia for a while, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth in a mocking tone: "Bah."
Youxia: No need!
Xu Youyu and several other disciples of Shujian Pavilion were very strange. They were usually good at dancing and very popular, but on the contrary, they were not very popular, and everyone couldn't help laughing.
Youxia: Hello!
When Xue Zhenzhen and Jun Wuwei came back, their breaths were a little unstable. Xue Zhenzhen was the first to lift his robe and sit down.
Sword Immortal Lord Wuwei leaned on the flower branch, folded his arms and said: "Sword Master, the reason why I say that Xue Cuo and Gu Rujie cannot be considered the same is because Xue Cuo cannot experience Gu Rujie's past no matter what."
Xue Zhenzhen originally wanted to say, you have never considered what Xue Cuo would think after hearing this, but she did not say it. Instead, she calmed down her sword and said coldly: "I would like to hear the details."
The Sword Immortal picked up the fallen flower and said, "I met him when I was honing my sword skills in the mortal world. He was the instigator of a tragedy that killed a family in the mortal world."
"His origins are unknown, and he has no idea where he came from or where he is going, but he has an indestructible swordsmanship."
A few sentences, straightforward.
However, Xue Zhenzhen heard a little emotion and a trace of regret. She thought it was ridiculous: "This is just a butcher, a killer. He came to kill people, and he also became famous for killing people. A swordsman, a king of a hundred blades, how can a person who kills indiscriminately do anything?" sword?"
"What's wrong with avenging your parents?" The sword fairy was very innocent: "He had a miserable childhood, endured humiliation and heavy burdens, and finally got his revenge. He honed his swordsmanship, and I naturally appreciate it. Compared with him, Xue Cuo has no problem in terms of realm or level. My state of mind is much different, this is a fact.”
Xue Zhenzhen closed her eyes slightly and stopped arguing with Jian Xian. This time she answered Jian Xian silently.
The struggle at the foot of the mountain has gradually become clearer.
Approximately thousands of disciples experienced wind, thunder, and fire. Infatuated with love, he climbed halfway up the mountain step by step. There were still about 700 disciples left, and there were only a few hundred casualties.
The mountain gate opened with a bang.
The disciples of Deng Wangxian raised their heads and saw in front of them a white jade staircase half buried by fallen flowers. The jade steps were long and there were faint sounds of cranes chirping.
The disciple walking at the front is named Gu Rujie.
He blocked the dazzling light with his palm, held his sword, and slowly climbed the steps step by step.
There were countless voices behind him, but Gu Rujie's heart was very quiet.
He could feel the breeze blowing through the hair on his face, blowing away the struggle and fatigue, making it ethereal and mysterious.
Is this what it feels like to become an immortal?
He threw away everyone and walked faster and faster, seemingly unable to feel the loss of strength. He saw tall fragrant trees and free spirit beasts on the grass. Dressed in blood, he was incompatible with this place.
There were two figures at the end of the steps. Gu Ruhui walked closer. Under the flower tree, there was a man standing with his hands behind his hands. He had picturesque eyebrows and a bamboo sword at his waist: "Gu Ruhui?"
The man smiled and said, "I want to accept you as my disciple? Are you willing?"
There was a woman beside the man. Her aura was unpredictable. She was wearing a straight hairpin and a plain skirt. She was carrying a broad sword with a dragon pattern on her back. She looked at him and frowned, but did not speak.
Gu Rukai moved a little and felt soreness in her knees. She couldn't help but want to kneel down.
"Be careful," the man suddenly appeared in front of him and supported him with one hand.
Gu Ruhui looked a little embarrassed, but the man Yuan Tingyue stood upright and said with a loud smile: "My disciples, except for heaven and earth, will never kneel to my master."
Gu Ruhui was stunned.
At this time, two monks wearing light blue disciple uniforms came with swords. On the swords sat a five or six-year-old baby with two fish in his hands. When he saw the woman, he jumped down quickly and lowered his head. She stretched out her hand with a smile on her face: "Mother."
He held out the fish: "Mom, I caught it and gave it to you."
The woman gave him a cold look, took the fish from the child's hand, and threw it into the grass.
