The next moment, Changsheng, who thought of something, almost uncontrollably reached out and touched his face. Yes, she is not using her own face now, even if it is really her own face, Lingguang has not come back since he was born and was taken away by the people of Shanghuan Sect, how can he recognize herself?

She only knew Lingguang's appearance from the portrait of her mother, who regarded her as a treasure. In particular, the three red moles on his forehead were almost his mark.

At this time, it was clear that the people around him were boiling, but Changsheng had a moment of sadness in his heart. Yes, even her own brother doesn't know herself anymore. In this world, she seems to be alone from beginning to end......

The sadness on her body became more and more pervasive, and the people around her only felt that she had just comprehended the path of the Sorrowful Sword and had not yet fully controlled it, so she didn't feel anything. Even Lingguang just felt that this pathos was too strong, he didn't like this kind of emotional person very much, but it couldn't be called hateful, anyway, this female cultivator entered the Tao with compassion, compared to the Three Thousand Great Dao, it can be regarded as a different way.

Yes, even though they were so close at the moment, Lingguang still couldn't recognize the immortals. The first is that he has always thought that Changsheng is dead, and the second is because, even if a high-level monk can sense his bloodline relatives, are he and Changsheng really bloodline?

So, even though they were only a few feet away, he still didn't find immortality. Even the three red moles on his forehead were silent and motionless.

Only Changsheng, the location of the scar on the left side of his face has been in severe pain. It's just that so many people are watching at this time, and she really can't continue to be silent, so she can only smile slightly, looking very apologetic.

"I'm really sorry, I already have a master below, and it's not good to switch to someone else's door."

Hearing Changsheng say this, in fact, those first-grade sect monks who invited him were not surprised. After all, the possibility of a genius like a female cultivator becoming self-taught is too low, let alone a casual cultivator.

Is there any loose cultivator in this world who can have so many spirit stones for his cultivation? Nature is impossible. It's just that I don't know which sect family has such a background, and it can hold back a silent word when cultivating such a talent.

Ling Guang only asked on a whim, he himself is the top genius, and it is already the limit to be able to ask a question, and it is impossible to say anything condescendingly. nodded, took the depressed Gu Sheng and left. The slender female cultivator with a large knife behind her looked at Changsheng very reluctantly, and that kind of fleshy pain expression made Changsheng wonder if he owed her a large amount of spirit stones and did not pay it back.

"This fellow Daoist, do you really have a teacher?"

Changsheng is not very good at lying, and he is a little hesitant at this time.

"There is indeed a master below."

Although the ephemera seniors refused to admit it, in their hearts, the ephemera seniors were already their own masters, and when the ephemera seniors could withdraw from the catastrophe more than 70 years ago, they would be able to call their masters in a dignified manner.

It's just that to the female cultivator's ears, she only has a master but doesn't mention the teacher, which is simply a disguised admission that she doesn't have a teacher!

"I don't know what Daoist friends know about Bladeless Peak?"

"This ...... In the small world all the year round, I don't have a deep understanding of the immortal cultivation world, but I also know that the sword cultivation of the Bladeless Peak is powerful. I have admired the daimyo for a long time. ”

However, what the female cultivator wanted was not for Changsheng to compliment them without a sword, she couldn't wait to look at Changsheng, and then asked in a low voice.

"It's the same person who wields a knife, so we don't have to deceive each other. I want to ask Daoyou, is Daoyou a dual cultivation of swords, or even better at using swords? ”

Changsheng paused, and could only speak as calmly as possible.

"It's just a little bit of a use, and I'm not particularly skilled."

However, the other party only focused on the two words that could be used. I was immediately excited, and I didn't know what to say.

"You may not know that the saying 'no sword cultivation, no cultivation' is prevalent in the immortal cultivation world now. I really want to slap the person who said this to death! Our sword cultivation didn't offend anyone, but it got a 'rude' evaluation. I just want to say, why is Dao Xiu rude? Our knife technique can be opened and closed, or it can be tactful. After all, the sword is of the same origin, and I don't know what to compare! ”

Changsheng agrees with this. In her opinion, swords, guns, swords, and halberds are not high or low in nature, but the people who use them give them grades.

After thinking about it, Changsheng smiled at the female cultivator. As Lingguang moved away, the scars on Changsheng's face gradually became less painful. The smile at this time is also sincere.

"What Daoyou said is very true."

"Right? I think you'll agree. ”

The female cultivator of the Bladeless Peak was very happy that Changsheng would think so, and immediately dragged Changsheng to find a secluded place to talk, but was stopped by the young male cultivator who had been chasing him before.

The young male cultivator looked at the swordless peak female cultivator with a bar in dissatisfaction, he had always had a clear mind, even if he was dissatisfied at this moment, his eyes still looked very clean.

"Senior Sister Wushuang, why are you unreasonable? Obviously, I discovered this Taoist friend first. ”

Wushuang glanced back at the young monk, a knife-sharp smile on his heroic face.

"Oh, it's Xiao Taishang. How? What do you want to say? As for the question of who sees first and who sees later, is it biased? A monk like this Taoist friend, all of us want to have a good relationship, so there is no need to say more. ”

That young male cultivator, that is, Li Taishang, the supreme sword sect who always loses himself as a genius of Tianzhong, is a sword idiot, and he doesn't know what face-saving affection is. At this time, seeing that there was no frost, he opened his mouth, and he didn't feel entangled, so he walked forward directly and talked to Changsheng.

"Fellow Daoist, you can now believe that I didn't have any malice just now, right? I'm a good person, but I just had no intention of saying it, and I can't help it. Can you forgive me? ”

"Huh?"

Although he just felt that this Li Taishang's behavior was a little strange, Changsheng didn't think that the relationship between the two was good enough to talk about forgiveness and other topics.

And, isn't this sentence a little abrupt? I always feel that this Taoist friend is strange when he speaks.

Seeing that Li Taishang was stupid again, Wushuang sighed, she didn't want to contradict this genius valued by the Supreme Sword Sect, but although Changsheng just threw out a sword qi, that sword qi made Wushuang amazing. Over the years, those young monks have been more fond of sword cultivation, they are not as big as Dao Peak, a first-grade sect, and there are fewer and fewer disciples, how can she give up?

However, Wushuang at least understands the world much better than Li Taishang, who is a sword idiot, and at this time, he saw Changsheng looking at several Taoist friends in Qishuimen uncontrollably, and his eyes rolled and he immediately spoke.

"These Taoist friends have just been injured a lot, I just have a bottle of five-grade elixir here, which has a miraculous effect on external injuries and internal troubles, if a few Taoist friends don't dislike it, please use it."

(End of chapter)