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It's still the same mountain.

It's still that plaque.

It's still those three words.

Zhao Chunliang stepped down from the car and looked at the rolling green hills.

Although there is still snow in the north, spring is already in full bloom in the south.

The patches of green make people feel much better.

Zhao Chunliang walked towards the wooden plank road step by step with a cane in one hand.

After a long time, when Zhao Chunliang came to the front of that room again, he was already sweating.

Where is this place in the mountains, Zhao Chunliang can only tell it by walking, so Zhao Chunliang didn't let people drive him in a helicopter.

The door of the hut was hidden, and the yard of the hut was overgrown with weeds, and at a glance it was clear that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Zhao Chunliang's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that this place would be deserted.

Where did that Wednesday Pass go?

If there is no Wednesday Pass, then who can help him restore the Imperial Sword?

Zhao Chunliang pushed open the hidden door and walked into the courtyard.

The stove in the courtyard where the emperor sword was forged at the beginning had long since lost a little fire.

An iron pot was placed casually on the stove, and the iron pot was full of dust.

Of course, Zhao Chunliang didn't pay attention to the iron pot, and his attention was all attracted by the grave bag in the middle of the courtyard.

"This..."Zhao Chunliang hurriedly walked in front of the grave bag, only to see a simple tombstone in front of the tomb bag, which was impressively engraved with the words "Love disciple Wednesday pass." "Five words.

With these five words, the sword was unexpectedly revealed, so that Zhao Chunliang felt a little dazzling when he saw it.

"It's... What's going on? Zhao Chunliang looked at the tombstone in horror, this small piece of tombstone revealed too much information.

Before in the forbidden land of Shanmiao, Zhao Chunliang already knew that Zhou Santong was not the Wuji Sword Saint, he should be the successor of the Wuji Sword Saint, so he would have a flying sword stunt, and now this wooden board has three words last Wednesday, which proves that Zhou Santong is buried here, and the two words of love directly indicate the identity of the person who carved these five words.

Master of Wednesday Pass!

If Zhou Santong is the descendant of the Wuji Sword Saint, then the master of Zhou Santong is either the Wuji Sword Saint or the disciple of the Wuji Sword Saint, but even if he is a disciple of the Wuji Sword Saint, with Zhou Santong's age, then his master's age will definitely reach a terrifying level.

But if it was said that Zhou Santong was a disciple of the Infinite Sword Saint, then it would be even more terrifying.

This means that the Infinite Sword Saint is still alive in other people's homes, and his age is close to a thousand years old!

Approaching a thousand years old, what kind of thing is that?

At least Zhao Chunliang is impossible to accept, he thinks that a congenital master, because he can use the qi of heaven and earth to temper his body, so it is relatively normal to live for three or two hundred years, because according to scientific research, in fact, everyone can live to three or four hundred years old, but people live in this world, breathe unclean air, get sick, or eat bad things, sleep late, or are too tired, will reduce a person's life span to a certain extent, so that now many people can only live to seventy or eighty years old.

Life is a subtraction, and the innate master has turned this sword technique into an addition, so the innate master can live enough for the age that a person can live, or even more than the age that a person can live.

Four or five hundred years of innate masters, although terrifying, but still understandable, after all, there are many people with extraordinary talents, they can survive for much longer than the average, just like the average life expectancy of a dog is seven or eight years, but some dogs can live to fifteen or six years is the same.

All of this is being cleaned up, all in logic, and all in understandability, but if Zhao Chunliang is told that someone can live to nearly a thousand years old, then Zhao Chunliang only has two words to respond to the other party.

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A dog can live for fifteen or six years is longevity, but if it lives to twenty or thirty years, it is not just a matter of longevity, it is definitely a monster.

In the same way, if a person lives to be a thousand years old, it can only be described as a monster.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhao Chunliang looked at the tombstone suspiciously, looking at the simple five words on the tombstone.

The shock that these five words brought to Zhao Chunliang was too much.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

Zhao Chunliang's body froze suddenly, and he turned his head stiffly and looked to the side.

Next to him, a young man, standing there, quietly watching him.

This young man is very handsome, so handsome that people like Zhao Chunliang feel ashamed of themselves, and the clothes on his body are also very strange, wearing a green shirt, as if he is from ancient times.

The young man's hair was long, up to his waist, and the long hair was tied up by a turquoise hairpin.

Long hair in a green shirt, handsome and beautiful.

With such an appearance, people couldn't help but want to take a few more looks, but for Zhao Chunliang, he didn't want to look at the person in front of him even a few more times.

Because in his perception, the person in front of him is like a piece of air.

He was obviously standing there, but Zhao Chunliang couldn't feel his presence, he was alone, but it was like a sword.

The sharp sword intent was hidden under his beautiful eyes, almost imperceptible, but Zhao Chunliang was a very sensitive person, so he noticed it.

That sword intent is exactly the same as the plaque on the mountain gate of Qingcheng Mountain and the sword intent on the tombstone in front of you.

Zhao Chunliang seemed to have an understanding for a moment, he opened his mouth and said four words.

"Infinite Sword Master!"

The young man smiled and nodded at Zhao Chunliang, opened his mouth and said, "It's me." ”

The voice is elegant, just like the faint incense in the meditation room.

Zhao Chunliang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word.

What can he say?

Say how did you live so long? Or do you look handsome?

Suddenly, Zhao Chunliang seemed to feel something, and he narrowed his eyes.

He wanted to see, how many weaknesses did this Sword Master have?

The answer is... No.

Zhao Chunliang squinted at it, and this sword saint's body was like a blank piece of paper.

There is not a single red dot, not even the faintest one.

"You're looking at my weaknesses, aren't you?" The Sword Master said with a slight smile.

Zhao Chunliang was shocked again, since he had this special function, he still hadn't been able to know when he would use this function, but the Sword Master in front of him could see through it at a glance.

"Are you really a Juggernaut?" Zhao Chunliang seemed a little incredulous.

"What do you think?" Juggernaut asked.

"I find it unbelievable." Zhao Chunliang shook his head and said, "If you are a Sword Saint, then your age is at least close to a thousand years old, how is this possible, even if you are a powerful person, it is impossible." ”

The Infinite Sword Saint smiled, turned his head, and looked into the distance.

There was no wind, no noise.

Zhao Chunliang looked strangely at the eyes of the Wuji Sword Saint, not knowing what he was looking at.

A second later.

Zhao Chunliang's pupils dilated violently.

In front of him, the entire space seemed to be cut open in an instant.

Zhao Chunliang knew that it was not the space that was cut, but everything in front of him that was cut.

A forest in front of the Infinite Sword Saint, the huge trees, were silently cut in front of Zhao Chunliang.

If it weren't for the fact that these trees began to fall to the side, Zhao Chunliang would not have noticed that these trees had been cut off.

A bird fluttered its wings and flew into the sky.

It didn't seem to know what was happening, but its wings suddenly stopped flapping, because it... has been cut in half.

Chopped in half?!

Zhao Chunliang looked at the leaning tree and the bird that fell to the ground in horror.

The time when the tree tilts is not the same as the time when the bird flies into the sky, that is, the bird has been cut off before it flies, but he didn't notice it?

This... What kind of miracle is this?

Rumble!!

A loud bang suddenly sounded.

Trees crashed to the ground.

A crack with a length of at least fifty meters appeared in front of Zhao Chunliang.

In this crevice, all the trees were cut off.

Zhao Chunliang looked at the Infinite Sword Saint.

The Infinite Sword Saint looked at Zhao Chunliang with a smile.

"It's... What's going on? Zhao Chunliang asked in horror.

"It's just a thought." The Infinite Sword Saint said softly, "Take Nian as a sword. ”

"Thoughts? Are you an old man? No, my dad said that the congenital life of the mind is at most one year, and your old man can't be the thought of the car, is it... Could it be that your old man is Zhentian?! Zhao Chunliang's eyes widened, and he almost shouted the word Zhentian in a screaming voice.

"Zhentian?" The Infinite Sword Saint's face suddenly became melancholy, he looked at the dim sky, and said, "Everyone in the world thinks that Zhentian is the result, but who knows that Zhentian is not the result, but a bigger question." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhao Chunliang looked at the Wuji Sword Saint suspiciously, a little unsure of what the Wuji Sword Saint said.

"If one day you turn into a thought, maybe you will understand." The Infinite Sword Saint suddenly changed his smile again.

"It's so easy to turn your mind away." Zhao Chunliang shook his head and said, "I'm just a newcomer to the innate now, and I haven't even entered the country, let alone the innate thoughts, and now in the entire martial arts world, the innate thoughts are estimated to be one Chen Houde." ”

"You don't understand." The Wuji Sword Saint shook his head and said, "Turning into a thought, it's just a means of attack, it's not difficult to enter the Transformation, such as your father, such as Qiu Xiaodao, they can already easily turn into a thought, but, as you said, after the transformation of the thought, there is only one year of life, if there is no way to go through the transformation and enter the Zhentian, then everything is meaningless." ”

"My dad can easily turn his mind into thoughts?" Zhao Chunliang asked in surprise.

"Your father is talented, he is a rare talent for a thousand years, for him, it is as simple as eating, the reason why he has been staying in the country, is just accumulating, the day your father entered the mind, it is the day he reached the sky, this... It is something that only a person of great wisdom can do. ”