Under the poplar tree,
Wang Yun picked up the cup of Apocynum and kept looking at it. After tasting it several times, he finally concluded that it was still unpleasant to drink: "Brother Yi, a reclusive master, I thought there was something mysterious about tea."
Zhong Bo and Uncle Wang were standing aside, chatting with each other.
When Zhong Bo confirmed that the other two were the ministers and sons of the Nayun Sect, he knew he had found the right place.
It is different from the various schools of thought that intercept spiritual energy and realize the heaven and earth.
The path of a martial artist trains the body, energy, and spirit, and it is important not to look to the outside world. All power comes from oneself. There is no threshold for practice. Everyone can practice, but their number is not large. There are three reasons for this.
First, martial arts practice is difficult and requires the same effort as monks. After a hundred years, monks have all reached the middle five realms, while martial artists are probably still in the physical training realm.
Secondly, there is a saying in the world that if you are poor in studying literature, you are rich in martial arts.
It is common for martial artists to suffer physical damage during their practice, so they often need to go to the Immortal Pill Pavilion to ask for talismans, but ordinary people don't have the money to go to the Immortal Pill Pavilion often.
The last reason is about lifespan and reincarnation. No matter how advanced martial arts practitioners are, even the most powerful mountain-level warriors only have a lifespan of more than two hundred years. Compared with the lifespan of monks who often live for thousands of years, this is really too long. short.
In addition, the Three Saints were isolated from reincarnation two hundred years ago, so Wufu's spiritual power is already weak, so how can he enter reincarnation.
For various reasons, there are very few people practicing martial arts, the poor cannot afford to learn it, and the rich look down on it.
But if this is the case, it would be a big mistake to underestimate the warriors. Most of the warriors are casual cultivators, but they have three holy places, or three sects, in their hearts.
In this world, there are hundreds of schools of thought plus martial artists, and there are countless practitioners.
Except for the practitioners owned by the three transcendental forces of Confucian Temple, Baiyujing and Bomi Holy Mountain.
Half of the remaining monks are casual cultivators or serve in dynasty countries, and the other half are in practicing sects.
Therefore, in this world, there are countless sects of cultivation. Small sects only have two or three people, while large sects have tens of thousands of people.
But with so many sects, there are very few who are qualified to add the word "zong" at the end.
The reason is very simple. One of the core members of the sect must be in the Immortal Realm or the Ascension Realm of a Martial Arts Master. This does not include serving guests and ministers.
In addition, you have to submit an application to the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Only after the three religions finally nod, can you be qualified to be named "Zong".
The Nayun Sect is one of the three holy places for warriors.
The Daqian Dynasty, a behemoth in the eyes of ordinary monks, went to the Nayun Sect's sect banquet and sat at the bottom of the table.
Therefore, at this meeting, Zhong Bo did not regard himself as the Imperial Master of Daqian, but communicated with Uncle Wang as a disciple of the Twelve Sages of the Confucian Temple.
After learning Zhong Bo's identity, Uncle Wang put away his contemptuous attitude, and the two talked freely, including what happened just now.
Hearing this, Zhong Bo clenched his fists, feeling both excited and worried.
What's exciting is that according to Master's calculations, there is a slight possibility of Daqian's great success, which means that this mysterious senior may be able to help Daqian.
The worry also comes from this. This senior is no longer a small temple with a big Buddha.
For a person of his level, if he simply said that he wanted to find a force to join, all the countries and sects would go crazy, and even the sect members would wave olive branches and use the whole sect's strength to welcome him.
After all, this is a fierce man who can defeat the Sword Immortal Shen Yi. Although Uncle Wang did not see the battle in Tianji, Shen Yi did indeed run away. Even if the white-haired senior narrowly defeated him, he was still very strong.
Zhong Bo respects his master very much, but if the master and Jian Xian fight, everyone will not ask who wins but who loses, but how long the master can hold off Shen Yi.
"Just do your best." Zhong Bo sighed softly and looked towards the small courtyard.
The door of the book school.
The children walked out of the school playing happily. Whenever they came to the gate of the fence, they stopped laughing, saluted Yi Ning, and said "Goodbye, sir."
Yi Ning nodded in return and told him to be careful when he went home.
Just like that, a child walked out of the fenced courtyard, turned around and disappeared into the mud alley.
After the last child left, the school became quiet again.
"Ting Wu, please help Tuotong Village Chief go home."
Yi Ning pointed at Tong Wu who was already awake on the steps but did not dare to get up and pretended to be unconscious.
"Moo~" Tingwu stepped on the ox's hooves and came to the steps. With the horns of the ox, he pushed Tong Wu onto his back and then carried him towards the village.
"Niuniu, thank you for your hard work." Tong Qian waved his arms and said goodbye to Ting Wu.
Yi Ning rubbed her head, and the girl immediately ran away, angrily: "Today, my classmates were writing on my hands. They told me that if my head is touched often, I will not grow taller!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing? Then I won't touch you anymore." Yi Ning retracted her hand and said with a smile.
Tong Qian frowned lightly, hesitated for a long time, and gritted his teeth: "You can only touch it once a day! If the master likes to touch it, I will grow a little less."
After saying that, she stretched her head over again.
With gentle eyes, Yi Ning took out the wicker stick and handed it to her.
The branches blocked Tong Qian's path, and she scratched the back of her head: "Hey, I remember there were no trees here."
"It's not a tree. Spread your hands."
"It turns out it was the master's fault!"
Tong Qian curled his lips and spread his hands obediently.
Yi Ning gently placed the withered wicker on her hand.
Oddly enough, the wicker stick that had been "pretending to be dead" in Yi Ning's hand actually began to roll back and forth and became alive after being placed in Tong Qian's hand.
"Ah! This branch can move!"
Tong Qian's gray eyes seemed to light up. She felt it and said, "It said it was very comfortable."
Seeing the child's appearance, Yi Ning wanted to rub her head, but in the end, she stretched out her hand halfway without falling, and just pinched Tong Qian's face: "Do you like it?"
Tong Qian pinched the wicker and kept nodding: "I like it! It seems to be able to communicate with me. This way, Tong Qian can talk when the master is away."
Hearing this, Yi Ning felt relieved. The divine sword had a spirit. It turned out that he was afraid that Liu Tiao had a deep relationship with Shen Yi and would still refuse to serve others even if the mark was erased.
Now it seems that I have overthought it, and this wicker is really a bit "young".
I don’t know if it’s because he really likes Tongqian or if he’s afraid of himself. In short, the ending is good.
...
Somewhere in the sea extremely far away from Tongjia Village.
A crack suddenly appeared in the space, and a man in ragged clothes and with a depressed spirit crawled out of the crack.
This person is none other than Sword Immortal Shen Yi.
While looking at the surrounding environment, he wailed: "Where did this reclusive old monster come from? Why is it so strong!"
"Hey, I just feel sorry for you Zheliu. I know you have a strong temperament and would rather die than surrender. I can only say that the master is sorry for you."
"That white-haired monster is so evil. When I realize that move, I will come to save you. My Zheliu, you must be very sad now!"
Maybe his voice was too loud and disturbed the creatures on the seabed.
A giant snake with wings jumped up from the bottom of the sea, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and was about to devour Shen Yi.
This made Shen Yi's face turn red with anger: "Damn it! Forget about that white-haired monster, you still come to bully me and you will die!"
He didn't even see any movement. Countless snow-white sword lights shot out from the giant snake's body, like thousands of long swords erupting from the body, directly blasting the giant snake into pieces.
"Trash." Shen Yi looked at the horizon and moved his body.
Then,
The wind has stopped, the clouds are motionless, and a sperm whale maintains its posture of crossing the sea, and the scene is frozen.
Shen Yi's face became even more ugly: "I knew you would come."
"Aren't you stubborn and don't know how to use what I gave you?" A man wearing a jade-clear Ruyi crown and a blue silk robe appeared opposite Shen Yi.
The man stretched out his hand, and the talisman of "Ordering Time" appeared in his hand. Then he raised his finger slightly and scratched the talisman, and the soulless talisman regained its luster.
Throwing the talisman back to Shen Yi, the man asked: "Who did you meet? Are you injured like this?"
"I want you to take care of it?" Shen Yi put the talisman back into his pocket, "I will return the favor to you."
Then the sword energy in the sword immortal's body surged, he looked in one direction, cut through the sea and left quickly.
The man in green looked at the other person's retreating figure and shook his head: "Stupid brother."
