Taihua Immortal Sect, Thousand Cold Peaks.

There was usually no one else on the Thousand Cold Peak, and it was still as quiet as it had been seen before. When he was led into his room by Mo Yong, Gu Ziyan looked at the room quite curiously.

The layout of this room is exquisite and chic, and the carved beams and partitions are all dark patterns, full of fairy but unassuming. The room was extremely simple, and in comparison, Gu Ziyan felt that his dormitory in the Cangming Sect was simply extravagant.

A bookshelf, a couch, a table.

The only thing that is a little special is the long black wooden box at the top of the bookshelf. The wooden box was about three feet long, almost the same length as a sword, and Gu Ziyan visually estimated that it should be made of Yin Locust wood, which could ensure that the objects in it would not be corroded and damaged.

The wooden box was locked, and Gu Ziyan couldn't guess what was inside just from the outside.

Mo Yong walked over to the table and took out a scroll of jade slips from under the table.

When he took the jade slip from Mo Yong's hand, Gu Ziyan's eyes finally showed a rare surprise. This jade slip is made of fine white jade, the material is not the slightest impurity and crack, and of course, the most important thing is that the sword technique recorded on it is called "Broken Immortal".

-- A few pages of dust, a thought of immortality.

"Breaking Immortality" is the sword technique that Qingyuan, the founding patriarch of Taihua Immortal Sect, learned from a stone tablet in the deepest part of the Heavenly Tablet Forest. Just like its name, as soon as this sword comes out, all immortals are broken, and no one lives forever.

Patriarch Qingyuan felt that this set of swordsmanship was too domineering, almost repulsive to the Heavenly Dao, and it was beyond the control of ordinary monks, so he had tens of millions of disciples, but only one of them obtained this sword technique. That person was the last disciple of the Qingyuan Patriarch, Mo Ji.

So this seems to be an unwritten rule, and Mo Yong also passed on this set of swordsmanship to Gu Ziyan.

He once said that Gu Ziyan was his first and last disciple.

"This sword technique was taught by your ancestor, although it is the best swordsmanship in the world, but there is a point." Mo Yong looked at Gu Ziyan's appearance and knew that he liked it, but there were some things that had to be reminded, "This sword technique comes from the Heavenly Stele Forest, and it is naturally different from ordinary sword records. Among them, there is only sword intent and no sword moves, so everyone learns different swordsmanship from the sword spectrum. If you want to practice, you can only rely on your own enlightenment, and even if I can give you some advice, I can't really help you learn it. ”

What does everyone learn differently? Gu Ziyan was very curious, but this curiosity turned into another subtle expression when he opened the jade slip in his hand.

What emerged on the jade slip was not words, nor pictures, but some kind of idea. This life-like thought poured into the sea of knowledge, guiding the swing of the long sword in the illusion. One move and one style, Gu Ziyan can see it clearly in the sea of knowledge.

Although because of the reason he had just come into contact with it, that idea only demonstrated one swordsmanship, Gu Ziyan recognized it at a glance that this familiar action routine was obviously the most basic move in his skill system, "Four Elephant Reincarnation"!

Mo Yong watched Gu Ziyan unfold the jade slip, the expression on his face changed, thinking that he was in trouble, so he added softly: "If you don't want to learn it, the Taihua Immortal Sect has other eighty-one sets of swordsmanship to learn, although it is not comparable to Breaking Immortal, but it will never be much inferior to others." ”

No, no, no! This is immortality!

The Nine Heavens Continent is the highest, and only two people will be immortal with the sword technique! And after the Qingyuan Patriarch ascended, only Mo Ji could do it, such a legendary sword trick, if Gu Ziyan didn't learn it, it would be a tyrannical thing!

Though...... He wasn't quite sure why the sword moves he saw were exactly the same as the skills of the Pure Yang Palace in his game.

"No, Master, I want to learn." Gu Ziyan held the jade slip in his hand, and his little face showed an extremely determined expression, "And I will definitely learn." ”

Mo Yun smiled: "Then work hard." ”

Because Mo Ji was going to leave the Taihua Immortal Sect early tomorrow morning and go to Tianshu Mountain, Gu Ziyan rarely stayed on the Thousand Cold Peak that night. Although he was urged to sleep by Mo Yong early, Gu Ziyan, who had just obtained the "Broken Immortal" sword technique, had a particularly useless insomnia.

The moonlight had already poked his head out, and Gu Ziyan tossed and turned twice on the bed covered with warm fur, and finally took out the jade slip.

"A few pages of dust, a thought of immortality." This sentence was written on the first line of the jade slip, no matter how many times he read it, Gu Ziyan would also be shocked by it. Touching his words with his fingertips, the thought hidden in it once again entered his sea of consciousness.

Gu Ziyan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Once again, he completely entered his own sea of knowledge, and Gu Ziyan's eyes were no longer dark.

As far as the eye can see, the first thing you see is the boundless greenery. This is a newborn grassland, and there are many newly grown trees in the plain, although they are not tall, but they are also vibrant. On the edge of the grassland hangs a pale golden wheel of light, like the sun, dyeing every qiē with a layer of gold, but not as strong as the sun, but making people feel very soft.

A transparent sword with a red flame flowing light all around it hung quietly on the grassland.

Gu Ziyan walked over and held the sword spirit in his hand, followed the guidance of the sword intent contained in the jade slip, and pulled the sword to make a move. When he carried the sword qi of the blue flame and split a crack in the grassland in front of him, Gu Ziyan was once again sure that the first move of the "Breaking Immortality" he could comprehend was the same as the skill carried in the system.

Next, Gu Ziyan opened the skill interface in the system.

Since the last time the skill system was opened as a task reward, Gu Ziyan has not had a chance to study it carefully, and he still remembers that the system gave him 1,000 points of cultivation to upgrade his skills.

Each skill has a ninefold, and the higher the repetition, the more cultivation required.

Gu Ziyan knew very well that if he wanted to upgrade so many skills on the interface in front of him to the full level, 1000 points of cultivation would be a drop in the bucket. However, soon Gu Ziyan found that when he practiced swords, his cultivation would increase a little. And there are also restrictions on skill upgrades, for example, now he can only upgrade the skill of "Four Elephant Reincarnation", because he only comprehended this move in the sword technique of Breaking Immortality.

Could it be that he can't learn all these skills until he has fully comprehended the "Broken Immortality"?

After making this bold guess, Gu Ziyan thought about it: In this way, maybe it will be much easier to comprehend the sword technique. After all, learning what you already know is definitely faster than learning what you don't know.

Fortunately, the "Broken Immortal" sword technique has such a different setting, only sword intent and no sword moves, and the sword moves that everyone understands from it are different. Otherwise, if he inexplicably used a set of skills that no one had ever seen, he would inevitably be questioned.

Gu Ziyan looked at the skill interface, and first used cultivation to upgrade the "Four Elephant Reincarnation" to the third level, which is also the highest level he can be promoted to now.

Watching Xiu Wei fill up the skill bar little by little, the sword spirit in Gu Ziyan's hand vibrate, and the scorching breath made him feel a little hot. Then there was a clangling sound from nowhere, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The voices were far away, and Gu Ziyan looked for a long time before realizing that these voices were coming from the "outside".

For some reason, he felt a little flustered suddenly. Quickly withdrawing from the sea of knowledge, Gu Ziyan opened his eyes, stuffed the jade slip into the system backpack, and then turned over and got up from the bed, put on his coat and walked out of the door, wanting to see what was going on outside.

The place where Gu Ziyan slept was not far from Mo Yong's residence, even if it was his current little short legs, he would arrive soon.

The door of Mo Yong's residence was not closed, and Gu Ziyan tentatively pushed open the half-hidden door, but found that there was no one in the house. In the empty room, there was only a black wooden box that had fallen to the ground, and something that had been exposed because the box had been broken open.

It was a sword, a broken sword to be exact.

Its sword body is mottled, and it seems to have experienced countless baptisms of war, but for some reason it is disconnected from it, and the blade of the sword is nowhere to be found.

Coincidentally, this broken sword Gu Ziyan knew, not only knew but was also very familiar. This is the sword that he lost in the nameless barren valley in his previous life, the sword body of the Red Lotus.

Gu Ziyan originally thought that this "dead sword" that had lost its sword spirit might be forgotten forever in a deserted place, or it might be picked up by someone by chance, and after recognizing it, it would be kept somewhere for ornamentation. But he never imagined that he would see the sword again in Mo's room.

He walked over and crouched down, reaching out to brush the mottled blade of his sword as he had done countless times. Then with a secret sigh, he put the broken sword back into the wooden box and put it back on the table next to him.

The sword body that has long been broken, because it was used as a guard at the beginning, and it has lost its sword spirit for many years, even if it is placed in the Yin Locust wood for safekeeping, it has long been useless. Even if the sword spirit of the Red Lotus is in Gu Ziyan's body now, it is impossible to reforge the sword spirit in the sword body.

But it's really strange, why is such an inconspicuous broken sword being properly kept here?

Before Gu Ziyan could think of anything, the night wind suddenly brought a sound of entering the water, as well as a very dull gasp. The respite was short, as if it had been forcibly pressed down just after the exit, and it was particularly noticeable in the snow-covered mountains.

Following the voice, Gu Ziyan walked lightly in the direction of the backyard.

Outside the back door of the room, there was originally an open snow field, because a pool of hot springs was built here, so the backyard was simply built according to the situation. At this time, the heat emitted from the hot spring was still permeating the backyard, making the scene Gu Ziyan see a little blurred.

Still, he could see that the black-haired figure in white had completely submerged itself in the hot spring, exposing only the part above his shoulders.

The water in the hot springs had already lost its temperature as soon as the ink entered, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the water almost immediately. Even if Gu Ziyan is not in the water, just looking at it like that, he knows how cold and biting it should be underwater.

And Mo Yi lowered his head and stood in the frozen water, as if he was one with the ice and snow.

…… It's a big night, what is this for?

Standing in the shadow of the window lattice, looking at the white clothes that had been completely soaked on Mo Yong's body, clinging to his skin, outlining the contours of his perfect body, Gu Ziyan suddenly felt a little hot at the base of his ears.

The next moment, Mo Ji, who was still standing motionless in the water just now, suddenly reached out and took off his shirt.

As if it was a skin made of ice and snow, a large area was exposed to the mist, and Mo Ji picked up the snow by the pool and pressed it to his body without hesitation. From the shoulders to the arms, from the chest to the waist and abdomen, it was as if the cold of the snow could suppress something.

At this time, Gu Ziyan suddenly questioned the position of Mo Ji's left heart, which was a little red. It is deeply rooted under the skin, like a cinnabar mole, standing out in the center of a white patch.

With a flicker of his eyes, the dark red dot actually moved.

Gu Ziyan rubbed his eyes, for fear that he would be dazzled. But the truth was that he was not mistaken, the red dots were as dry as blood, like living creatures. Moves subtly under the skin.

At this moment, Gu Ziyan's heart was so shocked that it rose to his throat.

It wasn't a red dot at all, it was a Gu worm used by the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan! Although the magic of the Southern Xinjiang Witch Gu has miraculous effects, the Gu worm is born of poison devouring, and the Wu Clan has always acted secretly, so whether it is the Immortal Dao Demon Dao, very few people will touch this thing.

Gu Ziyan had reason to believe that it was impossible for anyone in the entire Nine Heavens Continent to be able to give Mo Ji a Gu, and the only possibility was that this Gu worm was planted by himself on his own volition.

It's incredible, all the thoughts in Gu Ziyan's heart have turned into these four words. And his gaze also fell firmly on the Gu worm that was like cinnabar.

Suddenly, the Gu worm suddenly became agitated, originally just slowly swimming under the skin, but now it was moving quickly like an ant on a hot pot. Even where it walked, it left a light red mark.

The Gu worm was extremely uneasy and turned around several times in the position of Mo Ji's heart, like a trapped beast that couldn't find a way out. In the end, as if it was forced by something, it opened its mouth and bit through its skin, and crawled out of the place where it was in the mouth of the ink.

But it was clearly too late, and the moment it crawled out, it was already dead.

The crimson Gu worms landed on the thin ice on the surface of the water, and were soon buried by scattered snow. And Mo Yan, who was standing in the water, suddenly turned around and gently raised the corners of his mouth at Gu Ziyan.

This smile was very faint, but it still made Gu Ziyan feel cold and scary.

Wrong...... Mo Ji will not have such an expression.

At that moment, Gu Ziyan saw some kind of killing intent that never belonged to him in the pupils that flashed with silver light.

Under that cold gaze, it seemed to indicate that something had awakened in Mo Ji's body.

Under such a gaze, Gu Ziyan could no longer take a step. He could only watch Mo Yi slowly step out of the water, casually put on the already soaked coat, and then walked towards him.

Under the cold moonlight, the ink face was still cold and perfect.

But at this time, Gu Ziyan could no longer raise the heart to appreciate it, and could only feel his heart trembling violently.