"Division... Master, I'm so cold, can I take a break... Take a break and practice again? ”

The wind and snow poured into the toddler's mouth and nose, and it was very difficult for him to breathe, and he was wielding it with his bare arms and holding a bamboo sword in his hand.

The immature face was frozen purple, and the weak body kept trembling, as if it was about to fall into the thick snow in the next moment.

"Wait until you swing your sword 10,000 times, and then talk to the teacher about resting. As a sword cultivator, the only thing you can rely on is the sword in your hand, and if you can't even hold the sword steadily, how can you achieve kendo? ”

Behind the young child, the face of the immortal with the sword was cold, just like the ice and snow in the sky.

"Compliance... Yes, Master—" The young boy replied, resisting the urge to fall.

"That's right, you have to remember that the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead!"

"I remember Master," a hint of determination appeared in the child's eyes, "the sword is in... People are..."

"The sword is dead... Death! ”

After hearing this, the immortal's expression was slightly relieved, and at the same time, his eyes were a little unbearable, and after breathing a sigh of relief, a warm halo floated around the young child.

......

Shen Ling shook his head and woke up.

The cold wind blows a little cooler on the body.

Only then did I realize that the window was blown open at some point, and the morning star was already hanging high in the east, and from this angle, it seemed to be lying quietly in the mist of the flat valley, appearing and disappearing.

The dream just now reminded him of his master.

When did Master become more and more alienated from himself?

As the chief disciple of the Sword Pavilion, although his talent is not as brilliant as the world, he is definitely the best among the younger generation of sword cultivators.

What's even more commendable is that Shen Ling's devotion and obsession with kendo can be described as unique.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a sword idiot.

How could such a good seedling of sword cultivation be gradually snubbed by the master, and even now, he won't even say a few words?

Shen Ling looked at the edge of the undulating mountains, and the faint white light fell into memory.

He remembered that one day ten years ago, Master was suddenly called away by the people of the Elders' House and came back for a long time.

Master's gloomy face seemed to have suddenly aged by dozens of years, and even his gray hair had increased a lot.

Sometimes he looked at himself and didn't say a word, sometimes he sighed and shook his head secretly.

Since then, he has not seen Master for a long time, and it has been three years since he met again.

For three years, the master seemed to be invisible, and he didn't know where to go or what he had done.

The only thing that is certain is that Master's eyes have changed, and when he looks at himself, he no longer has the same sternness and attention as before, only a cold emptiness and the only obsession remains.

That is: defeat Shushan and make the Sword Pavilion of the Heavenly Illusion Sect the number one in sword cultivation!

Since then, there has been a fixed period of time every year when Master will travel down the mountain until...

"Ye Bufan... Master must have gone to find the Chosen One. Shen Ling said silently, "If this Chosen Son can really lead the Sword Pavilion on the right track, I am willing to give him the position of chief disciple." It's a pity that this Ye Bufan's heart is higher than the sky, he is selfish, and sooner or later he will dissolve the Sword Pavilion and achieve his ulterior purpose. And I and him are destined to live only one..."

Just as he was distracted, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Shen, quick, let me in..."

Is it a light dust?

Shen Ling was stunned and hurriedly opened the door.

Duan Qingchen flashed in with a panic, and said with some hard work on his face:

"That damn shopkeeper actually informed the head of the Tang Sect of our whereabouts, and now the entire Drunken Immortal Building is full of people from the Tang Sect, and even the head of the Tang Sect is here..."

"What? That's enough for us to drink a pot. ”

Shen Ling was also a little surprised.

At this moment, someone outside the door said in a thick Shudi accent:

"The head of the Tang Sect, Tang Zhen, welcome the two great immortals of Shu Mountain, and invite the great immortals to appear, my Tang Sect should fulfill my responsibility as a subsidiary of Shu Mountain..."

Duan Qingchen sighed for a long time, and said helplessly:

"Look, the people of the Tang Sect are stalking, it's really boring."

"Don't say that, the person they want to pester is you, Duan Qingchen of the Thirteenth Taibao of Shushan." Shen Ling quipped, "I'm from the Heavenly Illusion Sect, so I have nothing to do with it. ”

"When have you been joking like this?"

Duan Qingchen said angrily, even if he was angry, there was a charming brilliance in his eyes.

Shen Ling smiled bitterly, looked at the window, and came up with a plan.

"Why don't we escape through the window?"

"Escape? This... I'm a dignified Shushan disciple, how can I? ...”

Before Duan Qingchen finished speaking, Shen Ling had already summoned the spirit sword, threw it out of the window, and then jumped out.

In the blink of an eye, he stepped on the spirit sword and beckoned to Duan Qingchen:

"Hurry up, if they react, it'll be too late."

Duan Qingchen thought about it and felt that there was no better way but to follow Shen Ling's example and jump out of the window.

The two of them rose with their swords, and after a while, they were above the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The people of the Tang Sect also reacted quickly, and hurriedly ran out of the restaurant, looking at them with a look of reverence.

"Hurry up and kneel down with Lao Tzu, kowtow to Shushan Daxian, don't insult the reputation of the Tang Sect!"

A big man knelt down as he spoke, and the rest of the Tang Sect followed behind.

"No wonder Master told me before leaving, to hide my identity, especially in Shudi, to be more cautious, you see these people, too... Taixing Shi moved the crowd, right? ”

Duan Qingchen couldn't help but be speechless.

"It's nothing, Shushan means a lot to them. Without Shushan, there would be no long-term peace and prosperity in Tangjiabao, and you deserve this worship. ”

Shen Ling's words made Duan Qingchen stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt quite reasonable.

So he nodded and arched his hand towards the people in the Tang Sect and the rest of the people in Tangjiabao.

"The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever. Dear Tang brothers and the people of Tangjiabao, there will be a period later! ”

With that, he winked at Shen Ling, and instead flew away with his sword in a dashing manner.

"This light dust, it's quite handsome..."

Shen Ling smiled, and then followed.

Below, Tang Zhen, the head of the Tang family, waited for the two to fly away, and then slowly got up, showing a yearning on his face.

"It is worthy of being a Shushan Sword Immortal, with an extraordinary temperament, it would be good if one of my Tang Sect could enter Shushan to cultivate immortals..."

As he spoke, he looked at a handsome but somewhat wooden young man beside him.

"As the young master of the Tang Sect, if you cut off your head, you have to squeeze me into Shushan." Tang Zhen ordered, his majesty revealed.

"Nope." The young man replied very simply.

"Grass, I'm your son, do you dare to say a word?"

After hearing this, the young man lowered his head and was speechless.

Tang Zhen was so angry that he raised his fist to fight, and he was afraid that his son's body was fragile and he would give him a good fight, so he could only put away his fist and snorted coldly:

"Sword Immortal, you don't want to do it, then tell me, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, the young man raised his head, his eyes shining:

"Poison, Gu."

"Okay, you haven't insulted the family's traditions, poison and Gu are the unique skills of the Tang Sect..."Tang Zhen was slightly comforted in his heart.

"Dad, let's go..."

The young man bowed his hand, turned around and left.

Tang Zhen sighed, why is it so difficult to get his son to say three words?