Wuwuya, one of the twelve major sects in the Canglan Realm, specializes in Qingwu swordsmanship. Beginner disciples should cut off the threads of love and cut off the mortal world.
"Only by cutting off the thread of love can one achieve enlightenment. If one is disturbed by love, all will be lost."
The vermilion-red pavilion Qiongge was built near the mountain. In a room facing the window, a young man looked at the mountain peaks rising from the window and murmured these words.
He has sword-shaped eyebrows and sharp eyes, a delicate appearance, wearing a white robe, sitting like a bell, with long black hair hanging down his back. He looks like a handsome young man.
Xiao Chen, the master of swordsmanship in the Canglan Realm, fell during the second calamity, but he never wanted to open his eyes again. He returned to the age of 16, with a young body full of vitality and vigor.
He couldn't help but think about how he felt now.
The joy of being reborn?
The overwhelming hatred for the avenue?
Or the determination to move forward again?
Xiao Chen shook his head, it was neither, but a kind of calm indifference, a kind of calmness, like the deep pool, deep and peaceful.
Looking back at the last life.
For the sake of the ruthless swordsmanship, he cut off his love from the beginning. Later, in order to practice the ruthless swordsmanship to the extreme, he gave up all emotions, and his whole person became as cold as a stone.
Immortality? I don't know if a life span of more than a thousand years counts, but he is tired of such immortality.
He is tired...
Tired...
At the moment when the Dao Tribulation disappeared, he felt some relief.
The memories slowly went backwards like this, and he couldn't help but want to see when he became like this, until! Suddenly, there was color in front of him. It was the night before he became his direct disciple. Seven brothers and sisters from all over the world were drinking wine and talking about the future.
He looked at these pictures with great nostalgia, and inadvertently, a smile appeared on his lips.
In this life...
"I want to follow my own path and practice my own way of swordsmanship." The simple words came out of Xiaochen's mouth. They were simple and unpretentious, but they caused ripples in his heart.
A direct disciple of the twelve top sects of Qingwuya, his position above almost ten thousand people was something that countless disciples in the cliff would envy and compete for. Xiaochen didn't want it anymore.
He let it go, and the invisible shackles of his previous life were quietly broken at this time, and his state of mind gradually calmed down.
Just like the surging river, it flows turbulently, merges into the sea, is boundless, and finally calms down slowly.
At this time, a ray of golden light broke through the restriction of Qingfeng Pavilion and entered the house. After the flicker changed, a voice transmission appeared together with the text: "Sword Thirteen, tomorrow is the ninth day of September, the sect is celebrating, and the disciples of the Twelve Peaks will be there to compete. , the sect master will also come to the scene together, don’t be absent. -Master Jian Weigu”
After Xiaochen saw the message, the sect's grand celebration came to mind: "I remember that I defeated the other disciples of the Eleventh Peak in this competition. I shined brightly and was directly promoted from a registered disciple to a direct disciple."
But now, all this is about to change. The moment Xiaochen makes his decision, he and Wuwuya are like two lines crossing each other, and they will eventually part ways and drift apart.
"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out not to be the case. Young traveler..."
The past is like the patter of rain outside the window. After being washed away, it changes a bit.
As for the name Jian Shisan, the surname Jian is taken from the swordsmanship of Wuwuya. Thirteen refers to the thirteenth among the orphans in terms of age.
The hundreds of orphans are all made up of families that were broken up after various demons caused chaos and bandits caused trouble. They were originally taken from ordinary people, so their names are just code names.
If the spiritual pulse test at the age of 8 is not enough to meet the cultivation requirements, those orphans will be classified as Wuqingya Outer Sect, and will be sent out after the age of 16 to take care of the sect's business, which can be regarded as a meal.
Compared to many precarious mortals, they are considered lucky.
Among that group of orphans, there were only seven qualified people in total, and Xiao Chen was one of them. Because they belonged to the same family, he and the remaining six people helped each other and had a close relationship.
The name Xiaochen was the name he gave himself while listening to others telling stories about immortals on a beautiful blue planet. After choosing this name, he once met an old blind man. He stopped him who was passing by in a hurry and said: "Xiaochen...Xiaochen, this Xiaochen is too heavy a fate. You, a poor person, can't afford it." But he didn't pay attention to what he said, thinking that the old blind man was a liar. The fortune teller shook off the old blind man's hand and left quickly. However, the old blind man agreed later. He had been depressed for more than twenty years and fell ill on a cold night.
"Uh-huh!"
Along with the rain, Xiaochen stabbed out with his sword one after another. The three-foot green blade flashed with cold light. As he waved, the sword body began to flow and slashed out along with the surrounding rain.
In the previous eight years, regardless of wind or rain, frost or scorching sun, Xiaochen would wield his sword every day, practice basic moves, and polish his foundation.
After practicing hard with each sword, he had that shining new star of swordsmanship.
"The road is long and difficult, and only through diligence and hard work can we enter the avenue. Every day will be wasted, and no matter how good the talent is, it will be taken back by God!" Adhering to this concept, Xiaochen waved his sword attentively, and the surrounding environment seemed to have changed. It gradually blurred, and in his field of vision, only the long sword in his hand remained.
Wu Ping held the beggar's chicken sealed with soil in his hands and was walking quickly towards Jian Shisan. Under the protection of his spiritual energy, the rain did not wet his beautiful blue clothes at all.
Seeing that Jian Shisan was still practicing his sword skills selflessly, Wu Ping had no choice but to look at the food helplessly and thought to himself: "Brother Shisan usually practices for two hours at a time. I don't know how long it has been since he started. The beggar's chicken is cold." It doesn’t taste good.”
Just when Wu Ping was debating whether to call him or not, Xiao Chen also saw Wu Ping, so he waved his sword and said, "Wu Ping, come practice together and let's practice some moves together!"
Wu Ping is one of the seven people from the same lineage, and is much younger than Xiao Chen. When he was a child, he often cried due to the heavy basic exercises. Whenever that happened, Xiao Chen would always touch his head to comfort him.
It is also true that the relationship between the two is very good, and Wu Ping is relatively simple as a person. He only knows that whoever treats him well will be treated well, and Xiaochen also treats him as his own brother.
During the spiritual pulse test, compared to Xiaochen's first-grade Xuan-level spiritual pulse, which was barely above the passing mark, Wuping's aptitude was much better, as he was a seventh-grade Xuan-level spiritual vein.
This also allowed him to be favored by Elder Feilai Feng Mo, who directly accepted him as a disciple.
However, his personality is a bit lazy. If Xiaochen hadn't grabbed him to practice with him when he was a child, his basic skills would probably be in complete ruins.
"Ah! Why don't you eat first... Okay, here I come." Wu Ping was helpless and used his spiritual energy to put the beggar chicken back into the eaves to prevent it from getting wet from the rain. Then he drew his long sword from his back and took a few steps forward. , join in.
"Put away your spiritual energy and practice the basics today." After the swords collided several times, Xiaochen said coldly. The prerequisite for any gorgeous sword move is the basics, so polishing the basics is particularly important. Those like Wuping who rely on spiritual energy to be lazy will eventually Not advisable.
"My new clothes..." Wu Ping muttered, but he didn't refute and put away his spiritual energy.
Amidst the jingling sound of swords, after fighting dozens of moves, Wu Ping was already struggling a little, and the force exerted by his wrists and the coordination of his body were somewhat out of balance.
"Ding!"
After a crisp sound, Wu Ping's sword was knocked away by Xiaochen and fell to the ground.
"Pick it up and continue!" Xiaochen retracted his sword and said sternly.
Wu Ping responded: "Oh!" He picked up the sword with some reluctance. He thought: "It was very difficult to fight against Brother Thirteen today. I was suppressed all the time. I could only parry in a hurry."
"Ding!"
After another dozen moves, just like before, Wu Ping's unstable sword was knocked flying again.
This time there was no need for Xiaochen to speak, Wu Ping consciously picked up the sword.
Waving the long sword in his hand, the two of them exchanged blows dozens of times in a moment. This time, Xiaochen was a little more cautious. In the previous two times, he was overjoyed to see Hunter Xin and wanted to try out his current basic abilities.
And now he has come to a conclusion.
"There's nothing wrong with my thinking, but my body can't keep up."
Xiaochen was thinking, and a basic sword move in his hand was as sharp as the wind and as fast as lightning.
Two hours passed quickly, Xiaochen sheathed his sword, his spiritual power was running, and his clothes were quickly dried.
Wu Ping breathed a sigh of relief and said out of breath: "Brother Thirteen, your sword moves are more powerful than yesterday. Could it be that you have gained some enlightenment again?"
Xiaochen shook his head and said, "No, Wu Ping, you should practice more."
Wu Ping scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing this, and continued after a while: "Okay... I understand, Brother Thirteen, come and eat the beggar's chicken. This is fresh, and it only lasts a few days a month. The stalls will be transferred to Feilaifeng."
Seeing Xiaochen agree, he quickly ran towards the eaves, thinking about the delicious food, he felt much happier.
When I opened the caked soil, I saw the beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves. The light scent of lotus leaves was mixed with the aroma of chicken. Although the beggar's chicken looked very thin and had no meat, it smelled like a delicacy.
"It's really delicious." Xiaochen commented.
Wu Ping glanced at him strangely, wondering why Brother Thirteen was so cold today, but Wu Ping didn't think much about it. He ate with his mouth full of oil and said vaguely: "Yeah, Brother Thirteen, this is the authentic restaurant. When I was a kid, I thought it would be great if I could eat it every day.”
Hearing this, Xiaochen said with some memories: "Yes, Wuping, you had a hard time practicing kung fu when you were a child, so you just wanted to eat beggar's chicken..."
Wu Ping also smiled sheepishly after hearing this. He was not sensible when he was a child, and he always ate the most of the beggar's chickens bought by Brother Thirteen.
Xiao Chen looked at Wu Ping with a daze in his eyes: "In my memory, Wu Ping seems to have always been like this. It wasn't until a few years later that I almost died outside during a mission. I returned to the sect to recuperate for half a year before gradually getting better. Recovered. Since then, Wu Ping has changed. He has become harder and harder, as if he has suddenly grown up."
"And now..."
"It is certain that I will leave the sect. The plan is that after the sect's celebration, I will inform the master that I want to take over the mission and then go down the mountain. As a registered disciple, I am not even qualified to be admitted to the Life Soul Lantern, but this is fine. I can leave silently, and it is not a big deal for the sect to lose a registered disciple."
