"Born as a sword spirit, you don't want your monk to become stronger!" Du Chen was surprised that the peachwood sword would say this, the peachwood sword seemed to be a sword spirit who loved the ancients, but he had his own ideas. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The peachwood sword ended the phantom image just now and chose to skip it, obviously Du Chen also noticed that what the master who pointed out the peachwood swordsman said to the peachwood swordsman could not be passed on.

"In their conversation, there are secrets about this world, you should have heard the word 'true immortal', the matter of Guan Hua Dengxian, if you have the opportunity in the future, you will also know. Peachwood Sword chose a very clever statement to give Du Chen's curiosity a balance.

"Oh. Du Chen sighed, don't ask if you shouldn't ask, the word "true immortal" has indeed been heard in Li Yu's mouth, but the specific meaning is not very clear to Du Chen.

"If only his cultivation had ended here, or if he hadn't met that master, then there would be no story of him abandoning me later. The peachwood sword said the point, and multiple images appeared on the sword.

"This is the picture of him practicing more diligently after receiving the guidance," the peachwood sword projected nine images at a time, and at the same time narrated the practice of the peachwood swordsman.

"The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work their realm, starve their bodies and skin, and gain what they can't!"

Looking at the nine-square-like picture, there are desert mounds of thunder and lightning jungles, Zeguo moistened by rain and dew, and the forest of divine trees that seem to be illusory......

The peachwood swordsman went in and out of the most difficult place in the immortal realm, and carried out the cultivation of breaking through the feather period, Du Chen said slowly, and sighed.

In these pictures, Du Chen noticed one of the most conspicuous details, "The swords of the peachwood swordsman have become more numerous. Du Chen said slowly in his heart, and did not say anything.

Originally, there was only one peachwood sword on the back of the peachwood swordsman, but gradually, there was an additional steel sword, and then a bronze heavy sword.

"Did you see that?" Taomu Jian looked at Du Chen's eyes changing, even if Du Chen didn't say it, he could read Du Chen.

"His swords changed from one to two, from two to three, and both swords were 'given' sword spirits, and their strength was on par with mine. Momoki Sword said about the situation of accompanying the Momoki Swordsman back then.

"And, he's using you less and less. Du Chen looked at the phantom, as the image continued, he never saw the shadow of the peachwood sword in the battle, and it seemed that the peachwood sword was rarely used.

"That's what I'm trying to say. Did you know that as a sword, what you need is to fight, and what you need is to share the weal and woe with the monks and kill the enemy together?

I grew up with him, and on the day my consciousness was awakened, I had the same mind with him, and I was the sword spirit that he 'awakened' with his own hands. But later, under the guidance of the master, he found two other peerless swords and 'gifted' them sword spirits.

He has three swords, I am not jealous, nor angry, the peerless king has three good swords, it is not a big deal, but it is a supplement to his exercises, I am very happy to be able to contribute to him. But in the later battle, he hid me, and I didn't need to fight. The peachwood sword swayed, and the language was frustrated.

"Are you angry, he hid you?" At this point in the picture, Du Chen already roughly understood the story.

From the words of the peachwood sword, Du Chen did read such information, the peachwood sword has its own pride, as the first sword of the peachwood swordsman, he was actually hidden by the snow.

"I am indeed a little unconvinced, although I am made of peach wood, but after continuous sacrifices, my hardness and sharpness are definitely not weaker than those two swords, and I have the perfect spell blessing ability. The peachwood sword finished. The nine phantoms on his body were one, "And in the end, his title also changed, and he was no longer called a peachwood swordsman, but a sword saint." ”

"Sword Saint?" Du Chen recalled these two words, which had no meaning, if it weren't for the peach wood sword being hidden in the snow, the new title of the peach wood swordsman should also be called "Peach Wood Sword Saint".

"You think it's ironic, don't you? I've been in his scabbard for more than a hundred years, and I haven't been unsheathed, and only when he's homesick will he show me. "Peachwood Jian knew that Du Chen understood the deep meaning of the Dao, and he liked that this inheritance was very smart.

"It's just that he was born as the king of the feathering period, how many times are there when he is homesick, although the world is big, the four seas are home. The peachwood sword added.

"But at least he's still attached to you, and he'll look at you when he's homesick. Du Chen also said, this may be the best way to comfort the Taomu Sword.

"Indeed, I thought so at the beginning, the sword saint hid me, I didn't complain, but in the end, I ......" In the phantom picture of the peachwood sword, a middle-aged man walked through one mountain after another, among the mountains and mountains, the birds scattered, and the fog was like a song.

"This is the master of the Sword Saint in his childhood and youth" Du Chen's eyes were sharp, and he could see at a glance that this was the place where the Sword Saint had apprenticed.

said that it was once, because the master was no longer there, and it disappeared into the past.

"Master. "The Sword Saint is already a person at the pinnacle of the immortal realm, canonized the king, he said lightly, his true feelings were revealed, and the mountain peaks couldn't help but tremble.

"Apprentice, I'm late when I come back, and after many years, we will say goodbye to heaven and man forever. The words of the Sword Saint are full of tenderness, hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years have passed, and he still remembers the bits and pieces of the apprenticeship back then.

The master and every senior brother were very good to him, meticulously teaching martial arts, and no one expected his achievements to be so great.

"It's a pity that the apprentice returned to his hometown today, but he couldn't see the master. The Sword Master sighed, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

He has walked the road he walked back then, but things are wrong and everything is off.

When he came back this time, he wanted to say goodbye to his master and go to a higher place.

"Who killed my master!" The Sword Saint knew in his heart that the life span of a monk could not be so short, his master must have been wiped out by a hostile sect, and it had been a long time.

The sword saint was furious, and heaven and earth surrendered. On this day, the immortal realm was dim, and the sword saint's anger affected the operation of the entire world.

However, in the end, the Sword Master still didn't pursue the rights or wrongs of other sects, he was already standing at the top of the world, and if he made a move, this kind of trivial matter would destroy the balance of the world.

"If you leave, you may not really be able to come back. The words of the sword body only increased the sadness, thinking that the master pointed out that he was going to an unknown world.

On the eve of leaving, he finally returned to the place where he came from, the small mountain village.

After such a long period of time, ordinary people have passed several generations, and new villages have been built on the ruins of the once ruined small mountain villages, where the people are thriving and the farmers are diligent.

The Sword Master walked on the edge of the field, like an ordinary person, with a smile in his eyes.

"Uncle, are you an immortal?" a young man suddenly asked.

"Oh, how do you know I'm an immortal, I didn't fly, I didn't perform magic. "The Sword Master is very interested in the young man, just like seeing himself back then, and the young man also has a spiritual root.

"Because you have a different temperament. The boy smirked, very innocent.

This made the Sword Saint very pleased, and he waved his hand to give blessings to the village, all of which was like the village back then, and he was a little moved.

Finally he came to a corner of the village, took a peachwood sword from his back, and placed it under a small peach tree.

"Peachki, maybe this is fate, we were born here and are back here today.

Now I'm leaving, leaving this world, so I want to leave you in this place, and let you help me protect this village, and I want him to prosper forever. "Sword Saint Dao.

In the end, the sword master cast a spell, leaving the peachwood sword, planting the village deeply, and drifting away.

(To be continued)

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