Seven days later, the snow had stopped, the snow melted, and the chill intensified.

Under the big tree in the courtyard of the spring and autumn season, Zimo lay on the rocking chair and shook gently with his eyes closed, leisurely and comfortable.

There was freshly brewed tea on the small green bamboo table next to it, and the tea was naughty like a child, sneaking out through the gap in the tea bowl, but it was caught by Zimo's nose.

Zimo casually picked up the tea bowl and took a sip along the edge of the bowl, and said leisurely: "Zi Chan, what about the master." ”

On the other side, Zi Chan was peeling tangerine, and when he heard his brother asking, Zi Chan stuffed the orange into Zimo's mouth for a few petals, and then fed the rest of his stomach to his stomach, and said vaguely: "It seems that I went to the head to discuss the matter of the Hundred Sects War." ”

"The Great War of the Hundred Sects..."

Zimo remembered that when he went to the Destruction Vortex nine years ago, the master had said that what would start ten years after the Hundred Sects War, and the time was about the same.

However, for the current Zimo, the Great War of the Hundred Sects is not of much interest, and in this Annihilation Continent, it is estimated that no one below the Tongxuan Realm is his opponent.

"You and Ning Chen can participate in the Great War of the Hundred Sects and experience it, but her cultivation has not yet broken through the spirit infancy stage, and it is estimated that she will not be able to go far, but ah, it is good to have a long insight."

Zimo continued to close his eyes and said lazily, and the sound of the rocking chair creaking came again.

Zichan understood the meaning of Zimo's words, wrinkled her good-looking eyebrows, and asked in a lengthened tone: "Brother, don't you participate?" ”

"What am I participating in, isn't it bullying?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zimo said as a matter of course.

Zicicada was about to speak, but he heard an old voice coming, "Stinky boy, this can't help you!" ”

Baili Chunqiu's figure appeared in the courtyard, he sat on another empty rocking chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and scolded with a smile.

Zimo opened his eyes and found that there was still a young man standing beside Baili Chunqiu, this person had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was dressed in green clothes, and his cultivation was at the peak of the late stage of the spirit infant, and he was looking at him with a curious expression.

"This is Jiang Baiyue, I think you should remember him."

Pointing to the young man beside him, Baili Chunqiu smiled.

"Jiang Baiyue, Jiang Baiyue..."

Zimo gently read the name twice, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized: "Back then, I ranked ninth on the Contemplation List, but he was the second Jiang Baiyue?" ”

"It's rare that Uncle Xiao still remembers my name, and I admire Uncle Xiao very much."

Jiang Baiyue looked respectful and bowed to Zimo with a fist.

Jiang Baiyue is extremely talented, ten years ago, he occupied the second place on the Concentration List, and the first place has always been occupied by the Gu Xuanjun of the Xuanming Sect.

Later, when the two entered the spirit infant stage, there was no sound, but Zimo did a few things that moved the continent, making his fame resound throughout the Destruction Continent, and even in the other two continents, he was quite famous.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Jiang Baiyue had reached the late stage of the spirit infant, and this person's qualifications could be seen.

Zimo waved his hand and chuckled: "We are about the same age, we can talk about each other in private, so we don't have to be so restrained." ”

Glancing at Zi Cicada who was gobbling up, Zimo flicked his head and said dotingly: "Don't eat it yet, go and move a stool for your Senior Brother Jiang." ”

Zicicada stuffed the fruit in his hand directly into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, like a little frog chirping in summer, and then ran to the house with a puff of smoke.

Jiang Baiyue saw that Zimo's expression was not fake at all, all these actions were from the heart, his heart warmed, he didn't say anything, just nodded lightly.

After seeing Jiang Baiyue sit down, Zimo continued to speak: "What I didn't expect is that it only took you less than twenty years to reach the peak of the Spirit Infant Stage, I heard that you were amazingly talented back then, and now that I look at it, it is not an exaggeration at all, I estimate that the ancient Xuanjun of the Xuanming Sect is nothing more than that." ”

Jiang Baiyue smiled bitterly: "Little Uncle..."

Realizing that he still couldn't let go, Jiang Baiyue let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly changed his words, "Senior brother really annoys me when he says this, that Gu Xuanjun has already entered the peak of the early stage of leaving the soul realm, and he is much worse than the others, not to mention the realm, his combat power is rare in the same realm, and he can even defeat some monks in the middle stage of the soul realm." ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Baiyue glanced at Zimo, and a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes, "Compared to you, what are we so-called geniuses." ”

Jiang Baiyue naturally saw Zimo easily killing the demons in the middle of the Soul Leaving Realm, and the battle that easily drove a Soul Leaving Realm peak demon clan crazy, he had never even been convinced by Gu Xuanjun, who had been pressing on his head for many years, but this time he was really convinced by Zimo.

Zimo didn't show the slightest joy when he heard Jiang Baiyue's compliment, he said in a deep voice: "Monks have their own opportunities, and fate has its own trajectory, I am better than you, it doesn't mean that my talent is better than yours, but that I am always walking between life and death!" If you just blindly practice hard and don't fight with others, and don't understand the exercises you have learned, then you can only sit in a well and watch the sky, and your life will stop here, wasting the qualifications given by God in vain. ”

As soon as the words turned, Zimo's momentum exploded, and he snorted coldly: "I dared to face the Broken Realm monks without flinching when I was in the concentrating period, and in the past few decades, I have often fought with people who are higher than my realm, even in the face of the Tianyi Realm monks, I have never been afraid, my generation of monks, I have already gone against the sky, the sky is not afraid, what is a person!" ”

"Jiang Baiyue, let me ask you, what have you done all these years besides cultivating?"

Zimo's words were like bursts of thunder

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Jiang Baiyue's mind roared, he had been in retreat and penance for so many years, in order to break through the spirit infant and enter the soul realm.

He felt that as long as the realm was high, then the combat power would naturally be high, but Zimo's words opened a door for him again.

Jiang Baiyue was in a cold sweat, and he felt as if a big mountain was pressing on his body, making him unable to breathe.

"Is this his strength? No, it's just his momentum! That kind of momentum that is indomitable and victorious, just the momentum makes me feel unable to resist, if he himself shoots at me, how can I have the courage to face him? ”

"No, this is not the real me, and I don't want to be this kind of monk who doesn't even have the heart to resist in the face of the strong, I want to be a monk like him, this is the real monk!"

Thinking of the muddy nightmares of the past years, in order to cultivate for retreat, and never going to fight with others to prove his shortcomings, Jiang Baiyue suddenly felt a little ashamed.

"I must have the courage to face him!"

Jiang Baiyue kept telling herself in her heart that he wanted to start changing today.

Zimo's momentum is only aimed at Jiang Baiyue, and Baili Spring and Autumn and Zicicada naturally can't feel it.

Baili Chunqiu looked at Jiang Baiyue with a smile, with an indifferent expression, he had already seen the clues.

Zi Chan felt a little inexplicable, she didn't understand why Jiang Baiyue was in a cold sweat, as if she was suffering a lot, even the stool under her buttocks was turned into pieces, and the whole person was about to fall to the ground.

Jiang Baiyue supported the ground with both hands, his toes sank into the ground for more than three inches, and the blue tendons on his face burst out, and he shouted, "Get up for me!" ”

The pain of tearing all over his body made him almost faint, and many blood vessels on his body suddenly burst, and blood instantly stained his green shirt.

Wisps of blood overflowed from Jiang Baiyue's mouth, but he ignored it as if he was crazy and struggled to stand up.

"Get up for me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was another muffled sound of blood vessels bursting in his body, and Jiang Baiyue had already become a bloody person.

Although he trembled and seemed to fall down at any time, his whole body slowly stood up, like a stubborn grass that broke out after a storm.

Zimo had a look of appreciation on his face, he threw out a bottle of pills and an ancient book, and said indifferently: "The pill heals you, this "Demon Refining Sevenfold" will be sent to you, I think you are in good health, this spell is the top body refining technique of the demon clan, I think it is more suitable for you, there is still nearly a year before the Great War of the Hundred Sects, I hope you will challenge a hundred Soul Leaving Realm monks in this year, whether you win or lose, can you do it?" ”

Jiang Baiyue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Baiyue will live up to senior brother's expectations." ”

Seeing Zimo smiling and nodding, his whole spirit was relieved and he fell to the ground, but before he passed out, he tightly held the "Seven Folds of Demon Refining" in his hand.

Jiang Baiyue's injuries are not serious, and she can recover after a few days of recuperation.

After Baili Chunqiu asked Jiang Baiyue to take Jiang Baiyue into the room to rest, he chuckled and said: "Regarding the matter of the Great War of the Hundred Sects, I nagged you when you left, I originally thought that you could take you to meet the world when you entered the spirit infant stage, but I didn't think that your return this time was already the peak of the Soul Realm, it really gave me a big surprise, and only your senior brother in our Sword Sect won the first place back then, and now thousands of years have passed, and the best result is only the fourth place, and even the top three have not entered." ”

After a pause, Baili Chunqiu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, glanced at Zimo who was smiling strangely, and said proudly: "Fortunately, you haven't entered the Tongxuan Realm yet, otherwise you would really miss this grand event, I know that you kid doesn't care about reputation, but since you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, you can't escape these things, even if you don't do it for yourself, you have to contribute to the reputation of the sect in the three continents." ”

"Since your old man said so, I'll go and see, and I don't know if I can meet an interesting opponent."

Zimo stood up from the rocking chair and looked up into the distance, the birds crossed the sky, the white clouds remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the breeze stirred his white hair, like an ink painting.

"You kid is confident, but every time there will be a few juniors who rebel against the sky, you can't be careless, your senior brother was able to win the first place back then There is also a bit of luck in it, but luck is also part of the strength of the monk, no one will say anything, our Sword Sect is counting on you to win the championship this time!"

Baili Chunqiu twisted his eyebrows and said slowly.

"Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Sister, they will also participate?"

Hearing this, Zimo was noncommittal, raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"Your second senior brother and third senior sister are satisfied that they can enter the top ten as teachers, and I didn't expect the two of them to be in the first place."

"Although your second senior brother's qualifications are good, but he doesn't have the killing heart that a monk should have, this is quite disliked by the teacher, he is destined to not be able to go too far on the road of cultivation, but you and your senior brother are too heavy, it would be good if you could give him a little evenly."

Baili Chunqiu smiled and stroked his beard gently, "Besides, your third senior sister, she is lazy by nature, she doesn't like to cultivate, she can be lazy and never retreat, if she has the hard work of you and your senior brother, she has already entered the Tongxuan realm by now." ”

Speaking of these two apprentices, Baili Chunqiu can be said to be blowing his beard and glaring, looking like he hates iron but not steel, but Zimo knows that the master cares about them very much, just like he cares about himself and his senior brother.

"The second senior brother doesn't have the heart to kill, and the third senior sister is lazy by nature and doesn't like to cultivate, I think the master doesn't care about them, you still value their temperament more."

Zimo turned around, smiling rather than smiling, looking like I didn't know you yet.

Baili Chunqiu laughed when he heard this, and nodded again and again, he really liked his youngest apprentice.

This kid is smart, highly perceptive, not afraid of hardship, not in love with beauty, not indecisive, not kind to women, ruthless but good in his heart, not fighting for fame and fortune, not tending to be inflammatory, and not following the rules.

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is not a gentleman or a villain, he is born to be a billet of cultivation.

The golden light flashed in his hand, and a flying sword appeared in Zimo's hand, which was the one in Bai Ye.

Baili Chunqiu's eyes froze, and he couldn't help but speak: "Good sword!" ”

Zimo chuckled: "It is indeed a good sword, this sword originally belonged to a peak powerhouse of the Tianyi Realm, he was obtained by me after his fall, and the master gave me the hard-earned killing sword, and now I will borrow flowers to offer the Buddha to give back to the master with this sword, I hope your old man will not dislike it." ”

"For the teacher... For the teacher, you still have the weapons at hand, you can use them yourself. ”

No matter how Baili Chunqiu usually doesn't value things outside his body, in the final analysis, he is also a sword cultivator, since he is a sword cultivator, how can he not love swords!

It can be said that there are a lot of things in this world that make him excited, but none of them are as good as a good sword that can stir the mind of a sword cultivator.

But thinking that his disciple didn't know what kind of danger he had gone through to get this sword, he resisted this temptation.

"What are you polite to the master and disciple, your eyes have already betrayed you, I already have eight natal magic weapons, which is enough. I still understand the truth that you can't chew too much, but as a great elder of the Sword Sect, how can you do it without a pseudo-immortal weapon! ”

Zimo handed over the golden flying sword in his hand, and couldn't help but laugh.

"It turned out to be a pseudo-immortal weapon!"

Baili Chunqiu drank softly, and his heart was shaken.

He knew that there was a pseudo-immortal weapon on top of the natal magic weapon, but he had never seen it, and he didn't expect his apprentice to give him one.

"It's the first time I've seen a magic weapon of this grade as a teacher, since you kid said so, then the master accepted it with a cheeky face, but I didn't expect that in the end, the master would be stained with the light of the apprentice."

Baili Chunqiu's face was flushed, and he looked very excited, this is sword cultivation, seeing a good sword is like a hungry ghost seeing a beautiful young woman in the color.

Zimo pursed his lips, if you know that Senior Brother has a real immortal weapon, I don't know what excitement will become.

In fact, Zimo has always wondered where he put his storage bracelet or who he gave it to since he became a mortal, this matter has been bothering Zimo for many years.

It wasn't until years later, on his own wedding day, that he found out.

That year, the dying Yin Changsheng and Hongdou were invited to Zimo's wedding, at that time, Zimo was already one of the top monks under this Cangxiong, countless monks and forces came to celebrate him, and there were countless rare treasures and rare materials, directly piled up dozens of space rings.

At that time, in the main hall, all of them were the heads of major forces or the strong men who dominated the party, and there were only two old men who had no cultivation and sat at the top of the hall near Zimo, so they were very puzzled.

When the congratulatory gift was introduced, Yin Changsheng and Hongdou trembled and took out two bracelets respectively, and everyone in the hall could see at a glance that they were ordinary storage bracelets, and they all showed disdain.

Now Zimo's status and cultivation can't take a fancy to these two ordinary storage bracelets, and there won't be anything good in them.

But when Zimo appeared, his hands trembled as he held the two storage bracelets, and tears welled up like a child.

"Senior brother and your sister-in-law are already ordinary people, and there are no good things to give you, but the wedding gift for the little junior brother, naturally, if it is the best, this is our best thing, I hope the little junior brother will not dislike it."

Yin Changsheng's voice was low, like the sound of the evening drums in the temple, and it hit Zimo's heart hard.

That year, Zimo preached with killing and was called the Demon Lord by the cultivation world.

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