The moon and stars are sparse.
Changfeng's headless body stood tall like a sculpture in the night.
A small black bird suddenly landed on the boy's shoulder and chirped.
Not long after, a figure came out of the thick night, approaching Changfeng step by step.
The bird flapped its wings and landed on the figure's shoulder.
The man was tall and tall, his long coat swaying in the night wind, and his empty sleeve on his right arm rustled!
…
The morning sun was shining brightly, and in the depths of the boundless grassland, countless golden tents were bathed in the glow, and the majestic foreign royal court was located here.
As a figure hit the core area of the royal court like a meteor, the ground was filled with dust.
As the dust and smoke dissipated, a slovenly one-armed man with a stubble on his face drank all the wine in the gourd, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Pingyuan Wuxin! Get out and die!"
Its sound was like rolling thunder on the ground, spreading for miles.
Suddenly the war horses neighed, and countless foreign warriors holding scimitars gathered from all directions.
In the splendid and luxurious king's tent, Ping Yuan Wuxin, who was sitting in the VIP seat with a lazy face, suddenly changed his expression. Regardless of everyone's surprised gazes, he rushed out of the tent like a stream of light and ran away, but he didn't go far. The way was blocked by a one-armed man who looked like a god descending from heaven.
Unable to avoid it, Pingyuan Wuxin let out a scream, swung his sword with all his strength, and the sword energy swept into the sky, cutting everything in the fan-shaped area into powder!
But the one-armed man who was as steady as a mountain knocked Ping Yuan Wu Xin's body away with a punch as fast as lightning, then got close to him, held down Ping Yuan Wu Xin's head with one hand, and rubbed his face hard on the ground, almost emasculating him. At this time, he raised his feet high and stepped on Ping Yuan Wuxin's back. Suddenly, there was a terrifying sound of bone cracking, accompanied by a burst of violent energy, which knocked away countless war horses chasing him along the way.
Pity the once arrogant Pingyuan Wuxin, who has already entered the realm of Nirvana, and is as weak as a chicken or a dog waiting to be slaughtered in front of Cao Yu!
"You deserve to die!"
The cold words without any emotion came out of Cao Yu's mouth, and Ping Yuan Wuxin, who had long been intimidated, completely collapsed.
"You can't kill me! Motuoshan will not let you go..."
Facing Ping Yuan Wuxin's desperate struggle, Cao Yu suddenly lowered his fist that he had just raised.
"If you can't reach Mount Motuo within twelve hours, I will hold your head and worship the mountain!"
Cao Yu stepped on Pingyuan Wuxin's head and said.
"Okay! It's a deal!"
Pingyuan Wuxin was overjoyed, and he stood up suddenly, like a bereaved dog, and ran towards the Motuo Mountain outside the territory.
…
A strange guest came to Lao Liu's Tavern today.
Wearing a blue gown that had been washed white, he clearly had the face of a middle-aged man, but his skin was as fair as a baby's.
This person seemed to have severe mysophobia. Even the bench he sat on and the table where he ate had to be wiped twice by Lu Yu. The drinking utensils, bowls and chopsticks were even replaced with a brand new set.
The young and energetic second brother was not happy to serve this busy master, but when the other party took out a piece of broken silver and put it on the table, Lu Yu's face that had just become a little angry immediately put on a smile. It makes you work more efficiently. After all, who in the world has a grudge against money?
The middle-aged man in blue shirt only ordered half a beggar's chicken, a plate of peanuts, and a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice.
Lu Yu saw that he was eating with gusto and had no interest in taking another look. He was probably a poor and rotten scholar teaching in the city. He had no money and liked to show off his poverty.
"Boy, come here."
After a while, the middle-aged man started calling Lu Yu.
Lu Yu quickly turned her head to the side and pretended not to hear. Anyway, the shopkeeper was still busy in the kitchen and no one could control him!
When the middle-aged man saw this, he said nothing.
Lu Yu was very happy and relaxed.
Until noon, several groups of individual customers came to the store one after another. Among them, there was a table of people from all walks of life, who carried swords and swords with them. Four or five people rolled up their sleeves and drank and played guessing games with loud voices.
"The imperial court has just sealed our Lingjian Sect's sixth-grade lintel. From now on, we will all be eating royal food. Let's have another drink."
"Haha, there are only a few people in the world who can be canonized by the imperial court."
"Yes, cheers"
Several people raised their wine glasses, with proud looks on their faces.
One of the shortest men hurriedly poured a glass of wine for the horse-faced young man wearing brocade clothes across from him. His expression was even more flattering: "Senior Brother Wang is a close disciple of the master. He has learned the true inheritance of his great uncle and has made a rapid rise." It's definitely just around the corner, but don't forget to support your brothers..."
Everyone agreed.
The horse-faced boy laughed. Although there was some arrogance and disdain in his eyes, he still had a few good things to say.
"From what the leader said, this conference held by the Yuwu Division was a gathering of elites. There were many well-known sects, including several masters from the heavenly realm!"
A man put down his wine glass and sighed.
The horse-faced boy first waved his hand, and then smiled slightly: "This Heavenly Realm master has also cultivated step by step from our realm. Our Spirit Sword Sect is also full of talents. There will be many opportunities in the future. Besides, Master has already mastered swordsmanship. Once in the future, Once we reach the realm of ten directions, our Spirit Sword Sect will definitely become the overlord of one side, what kind of person will not be seen by then?"
"Haha, what a spirit"
"Senior Brother Wang is worthy of being a master disciple, and his words are insightful."
"I really hope this day comes soon."
Listening to the constant compliments from his classmates, the horse-faced boy raised the corners of his mouth and said in a leisurely voice:
"To put it bluntly, although there are many masters of swordsmanship in the world, there are only a handful of them who are stronger than my master, the Master of the Spiritual Sword."
"That's right, the only ones who can definitely defeat our master are those on the top ten master rankings in the world!"
Hearing such boasts, no matter how thick-skinned the horse-faced boy was, he couldn't help but feel guilty and didn't say anything.
The flatterer looked embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "Senior Brother Wang, you follow the leader every day and are well-informed. You can talk to the brothers about the ranking of the top ten masters in the world, and also give everyone a lot of insight!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Wang, what kind of immortal figures are these top ten masters?"
In the small tavern, the conversation at this table undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. Not only did the few casual drinkers crane their necks, but Lu Yu also raised his ears, listening intently.
The horse-faced boy coughed and looked around, satisfied with everyone's reaction.
But he still looked a little hesitant, obviously he had some concerns.
Upon seeing this, his fellow disciples quickly added fuel to the fire: "We are all our own people here. No matter what we hear, we will never spread it to others."
The horse-faced boy was already riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, so he had to pretend to be calm and relaxed, and sighed.
"Forget it, since everyone wants to hear it, I'll tell you what I said. As far as I know, among the ten people in the world, the one who uses swords is the Crazy Sword Immortal. This man is a sword fanatic and an extremely talented swordsman."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, someone else said: "Could it be that the Crazy Sword Immortal is a lunatic? How could his name be so weird..."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
How knowledgeable the horse-faced boy was? He quickly winked at the talkative person.
This kind of person on the top of the mountain is the most unpredictable in mood and anger. If word of it reaches people's ears one day, they will die without knowing it.
The person who answered was also a weakling. He looked horrified when he heard this and looked around hurriedly.
This cowardly and silent behavior made everyone at the table look at each other in disbelief.
"No need to make a fuss. This kind of big shot usually appears like a dragon but never sees its end. How could he appear in a place like this?"
The horse-faced boy suppressed his anger and comforted him,
The pale-faced man nodded in agreement.
After this incident, the people at the table finally calmed down, and the horse-faced boy lost interest in continuing to show off, and lowered his head to drink.
Lu Yu pursed his lips. He could see that these guys were just talking nonsense. After thinking about it, this Spirit Sword Sect was not an elite sect, so he suddenly felt that what he had heard before was boring.
At this time, the middle-aged man in blue shirt, who was chewing peanuts and looking like he was relaxing in a teahouse while listening to a book, hooked his hand at Lu Yu and asked him to sit down.
"These losers don't understand shit, how about I explain it to you?"
Lu Yu was startled, then turned around to look, and saw that no one at the table at Lingjian Gate seemed to have heard anything and had no reaction at all.
"You know how to do martial arts?" Lu Yu looked unbelieving.
"Yes." The man in blue shirt answered affirmatively.
Lu Yu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Are you good at martial arts?"
"High." The man in blue shirt nodded.
Lu Yu stared at him for a moment and sighed: "Uncle, you don't look like a martial arts master at all!"
The man in blue shirt then asked: "What does that look like?"
Lu Yu blurted out: "Like a teacher."
Hearing this answer, the man in blue had a slight smile on his face, and looked at the wine glass on the table. His mouth was slightly open, and without any movement, the wine in the glass automatically connected into a line and was sucked into his mouth.
Lu Yu's face didn't show much horror and admiration. He lowered his head, looking like he was watching a magic trick.
"Do you want to practice martial arts?"
The man in blue shirt reached out to touch Lu Yu's head, but he glared at him angrily and lowered his head to avoid it.
Seeing that the other party was impatient, the man in blue sighed slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.
"Boy, let me tell you, all human beings with mortal bodies can practice martial arts from birth. This is called teaching without distinction. However, due to different innate qualifications, the level of achievements in the future is destined to be different. This is also martial arts. The greatest unfairness is that ordinary people can only reach the point of strengthening their bodies in their lifetime. This state has no name and is called the realm of inaction. The higher level is the realm of Liuhe. The body can exert force in all directions. When it reaches the realm of Liuhe, It can be called a martial artist, and it can be regarded as officially entering the threshold of martial arts. The seventh realm is called Qiyao realm, and Qiyao is the seventh latitude, which represents the seven stars in the sky and corresponds to the power of the five elements. Once you reach this realm, you will have the inner breath of cultivation. The foundation. The eighth realm is very powerful. It is called the Eight Desolations Realm. You can fly over eaves and walk on walls, and open monuments and rubble. It goes without saying that people who can be called martial arts masters must be at this level at least. As for the higher level The Nine Palaces Realm is derived from the meaning of the Nine Palaces of the Eight Diagrams. The true energy can be generated internally and can be released externally to hurt the enemy beyond the fists and feet, which is quite impressive."
After listening to the man in blue shirt, Lu Yu looked like he had a sudden realization, and he had a preliminary understanding of martial arts common sense.
He had never understood before that apart from competitions and competitions, how should martial arts practitioners distinguish between high and low martial arts? It couldn't be like the imperial examination. After everyone went through various examinations and selected the number one scholar and the second best, after knowing the existence of the realm, Strength and weakness can finally be seen clearly.
But how to judge the level of realm has become Lu Yuxin's question again!
"Before two masters fight, will they report their respective realms?"
In response to Lu Yu's somewhat childish and ridiculous question, the man in blue smiled and said: "You have to report it first and give it a slap. It all depends on your own eyes to see and guess. Of course, if you really can't tell, , just do it, life and death are determined by destiny, there is nothing to say."
Lu Yu licked the dry corners of his lips. This martial arts world is really dangerous. It would be impossible if he didn't have someone with sharp eyes. If he met someone pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, it would be unlucky.
"Is the most powerful one in the Nine Palaces realm?"
Lu Yu came closer and asked.
"On top of the Nine Palaces Realm, there is also the Ten Directions Realm, which is the highest Earth Realm."
"What is this realm?"
Lu Yu was confused again.
"Martial arts is divided into two realms: heaven and earth. Liuhe and Shifang all belong to the realm of earth. You can think of it as the realm of practice for people on earth, and the realm of heaven is naturally the realm of practice for people in heaven."
When Lu Yu heard this, he almost scolded her on the spot. This realm was so powerful. He wished he could kill people just like squeezing an ant to death. He couldn't control the wind and rain in that realm and became a god?
"Not good, not good."
Lu Yu shook her head repeatedly.
"How is it bad?"
The man in blue shirt smiled calmly and said,
"The gap between people is too great. Mortals like me who have neither background nor martial arts talent will be bullied everywhere and never be able to turn over."
Lu Yu had a bitter expression on his face.
The man in blue shirt looked at the boy:
"Then let me ask you, if there were no charlatans, you wouldn't be bullied everywhere, would you ever be able to turn around?"
Lu Yu looked embarrassed when he heard this and was speechless.
"When faced with power, when reason and justice are useless, how can ordinary people resist? Force may be the only option. Do you agree?"
The man in blue had a surprisingly serious look on his face, and the awe-inspiring aura bursting out of him really made Lu Yu stand in awe.
