Su Ze stood in the middle of the mountain forest, surrounded by a fallen dry tree.

The chic woodcutter was pinned behind Su Ze's waist.

From the White Jade Square, I returned directly here, obviously not the world of the Yang God.

It seems that I really am a woodcutter!

Now, of course, this glorious work is not to be done!

Whoever loves to do it, who does it!

The young master wants to enjoy life, we are not short of money!

Su Ze touched the Qingxi Sword in his arms.

White-clothed and snowy, fast horses and rivers and lakes, is the life I should live.

"I want to be a young man!"

Su Ze shouted loudly into the sky.

fluttering, flying a small bird, all of which frightened Su Ze.

"As you wish!"

A man in Tsing Yi suddenly fell from the sky.

Su Ze discovered: This world is really a world of faces.

But all the masters, the men are handsome, and the women are beautiful.

This man in Tsing Yi is also young and handsome, and he looks ordinary, but if you look at him carefully, you will have a feeling that he is empty, selfless and nothing.

He half-closed his eyes, gently rubbed the ancient long sword at his waist with his right hand, and said in a thick and vicissitudes of life: "The thousands of miles around the Sword Washing Pavilion are all within the scope of my divine sense. Why haven't I seen you before?"

Su Ze was a little indignant: "Within a thousand miles, the area is hundreds of thousands of miles, can you know everyone?"

The voice of the man in green clothes did not match his appearance, like an old man who had gone through the vicissitudes of the world and seen through the chaos of red dust:

"Of course it's not that kind of understanding, you are born with a "Taishang Dao body", like a firefly in the night, shining, I should have noticed it a long time ago. ”

What kind of eyes, young master, this is obviously the body of a martial arts immortal!

Su Ze spit in his heart, but his face was full of smiles: "The treasure is self-obscure, it may be that it was not yet born before." ”

"It makes sense, born with a spirit fetus. The man actually agreed with Su Ze's statement: "Come back to the Sword Pavilion with me to cultivate."

"It's too casual, isn't it? What if I'm a spy of the Nine Demons?"

Su Ze doesn't want to follow a stranger, who knows if you want to refine me, or cook me and eat it?

The man rubbed the sword with his left hand again, his half-closed eyes opened, indescribably sharp, but his expression was extremely solemn, with a strong sense of thought.

"You have a point, but the innate Dao body will inevitably enter the Dharma Body realm, which already has a slightly legendary quality. I'm afraid that no sect will be willing to let you be a spy!"

"Senior's surname?"

Su Ze began to knock sideways.

"Su Wuming," the man replied lightly.

"It's not a fake, is it?" Su Ze still refused to believe it.

The man in Tsing Yi has always been impatient with his tongue, which annoys him, and he has always been straight with a sword.

It was the same now, as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was like a dark cloud covering the sky, and he took Su Ze and flew up.

Su Ze didn't struggle, it was a big deal to start all over again.

What's more, this body is made of natural gods, and the system can retract the space at any time.

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In the Sword Washing Pavilion, Su Ze was thrown to the ground.

Toast without eating and drinking, only Su Ze among the newcomers got this treatment.

"Take a good look at your junior brother and teach him some introductory exercises. The man didn't know who he was talking to.

"Okay, master. ”

A voice like a yellow bird replied, sounding familiar.

Su Ze secretly looked up, and a beautiful delicate little face was imprinted in his eyes.

"Ah, girl, you are so pretty!" Su Ze quickly got up.

That girl was Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhi was slightly stunned, and immediately understood something: "You are my junior brother, when did the master accept you to get started?"

"I was just kidnapped by my master, and I thought I had met a liar. Su Ze's old face turned red.

Jiang Zhi covered her mouth slightly and smiled: "The master will kidnap you?" Tens of millions of people kneel and kowtow, and the master will not accept it." ”

Su Wuming smiled proudly, and no longer saw the cold face of the sword immortal: "It's really kidnapped by me! Your junior brother is a natural Dao body, you have to pay attention to protect him, don't let the evil demon nine paths be abducted!"

"Ah, born with a Dao body?" Jiang Zhiwei's small mouth opened slightly, red and gorgeous, and she really wanted to kiss it.

The founding patriarch of the Sword Washing Pavilion also had the first type of "Seven Swords of Intercepting the Sky" by chance, "Cutting the Dao to see me", and only then did he create the "Taishang Sword Sutra", a sword mastery that directly points to the realm of the Dao Body and the Dharma Body, and can condense the "Taishang Dao Body", and before he sat down, he said "very regrettable" three times in a row for not being able to see the remaining six styles of the "Seven Swords of Intercepting the Sky".

Now Su Ze hasn't even started his cultivation, is he a "Taishang Dao Body"?

Knowing that Su Wuming was really the "Heavenly Sword" Su Wuming of the Sword Washing Pavilion, Su Ze called the master very happily.

With such thick thighs, how can you not hug them?

Su Wuming's eyes opened and closed, and he couldn't stop the edge: "You only started cultivating recently, right? The Qi route can be regarded as a Taoist faction, but the true qi is too thin." ”

Yes, the "recipe for longevity" can also be regarded as a Taoist school. After all, it was written by Guang Chengzi.

It's just that the internal force of the Blood Knife Ancestor for decades, how can it be called thin?

Is there so much difference between the low-martial world and the high-martial world?

The strength of the day after tomorrow is to rebel against the congenital, and turn the acquired into the congenital and the innate true qi.

These are two very different forces, and the same amount is ten times different.

The Blood Knife Ancestor's thirty-year internal force has turned into innate qi, and it has only been three years, and the destructive power has already increased tenfold.

Su Wuming didn't care about Su Ze's inner activities, and continued: "We are the only one who washes the Sword Pavilion, and we still have to practice the sword!"

"Respect the law" Su Ze also has a set of sycophants.

When Jiang Zhiwei and Su Ze were alone, Jiang Zhiwei asked, "I remember that you exchanged for eight or nine Xuangong, do you still plan to continue cultivating?"

Su Ze smiled slightly: "Eighty-nine Xuangong is a body refining technique, and it can be compatible with the sword technique of the Sword Washing Pavilion, right?"

"But our aim is: there is nothing but the sword. "Senior sister still cares about the growth of junior brother.

"I'm a natural Dao body, and I can cultivate a lot of things at the same time, and it won't affect me. Su Ze was a little proud.

The exchange price of the whole book of 89 Xuangong is 950,000 good deeds, and the exchange price of "Seven Swords of Intercepting the Heavens" is missing the third and sixth forms, and the exchange price is 750,000 good deeds.

And the "Taishang Sword Sutra" of the Washing Sword Pavilion is just derived from the first formula of the "Seven Swords of Intercepting the Heavens".

With such a comparison, do you think eight or nine Xuangong should be practiced?

"Well, junior brother, have you ever killed someone?" Jiang Zhi asked with a slightly red face, and she finally changed the subject.

"No, I don't dare to kill. Su Ze held back a smile.

"I'll tell you, there's a knack for practicing guts. Jiang Zhiwei proudly imparted experience:

"In the beginning, you can find chickens to kill, kill one chicken a day, and after half a year, you are not afraid of blood. ”

"Hahaha" Su Ze couldn't hold back his laughter anymore: "It turned out to be the chicken killer in person, and Xiaosheng was polite." ”

"You bastard!" Jiang Zhiwei finally found herself being tricked.

I can't help but draw my sword and stab!

Washing the Sword Pavilion is this kind of fiery temper, not agreeing with a word, speaking with a sword.

Su Ze still laughed and didn't dodge.

While!

Jiang Zhiwei's sword seemed to have pierced the gold and iron, and the sword body was slightly curved, and it couldn't be pierced.

Of course, Jiang Zhiwei only used a little strength, and she didn't really want to hurt Su Ze.

"Is this the Taishang Dao Body?"

Jiang Zhiwei's sword was put into the sheath, and her eyes were fascinated and she reached out to touch it.

Do I want to remind my senior sister: Do men and women kiss each other?

Do I not mumble? or don't mumble?

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