"Am I, dead?"

Wang Chuan opened his eyes, looked at the dark room, and muttered.

He remembers that he climbed the mountains and walked the mountain paths in order to take a photo.

As soon as he climbed to the top of the mountain, a gray light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness with a burst of weakness under his feet.

But why is he here, is he being saved?

Just as he was about to think about it, there seemed to be thousands of needles stirring in his mind, and the pain made his face hideous, and he curled up with his head in his hands.

Wisps of memories were forcibly stuffed into my mind, and the images in front of me kept flashing like a marquee.

In just a moment, the pain disappeared, but he felt like ten years had passed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His expression gradually softened, and his eyes were full of calmness.

It turned out that he did not die, he crossed.

"I can't imagine that this person is also called Wang Chuan, is there a providence in the dark?"

If it were someone else, realizing that he had crossed over, he might not believe it and go crazy, but his heart was clear, just a little surprised.

In his previous life, he liked to climb mountains, and he had already developed a strong heart and could remain calm and calm about many things.

Carefully browsing through his previous memories, he learned that he was fifteen years old this year and had lived in the mountain and sea dart game since he was a child.

It's just that because it is a side line within a side line, its status is similar to that of a slave, and it is not welcomed.

Especially when I know that in the three years from the age of twelve to fifteen, I have a spiritual root but can't cultivate, and I am even more ostracized.

The original owner was also constantly bullied because of this.

But what really killed him was because of something else.

Wang Chuan's biological mother died early, leaving only Wang Lin, the father of the congenital martial artist, to raise him.

Without spiritual roots, you can only practice martial arts for the rest of your life, and you will only be an innate martial artist for the rest of your life, and you will not be able to become a monk.

Knowing that his son had a spiritual root, Wang Lin was overjoyed, and worked even harder, wanting to exchange some cultivation resources for him.

If these are used, they will sink into the sea like a stone, and they will not have any effect.

A year ago, Wang Lin learned that the pill could help Wang Chuan cultivate, so he wanted to change it.

I didn't expect that there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and when I took the dart, I was robbed.

More than a dozen warriors, none of them survived.

The dart board only told him that his father was dead, and nothing else.

Even the enemy doesn't know who it is.

Two days ago, Wang Hua, the servant of the second son, laughed at him because of this incident, Wang Chuan acted angrily, was seriously injured, and died of depression.

"Since I have crossed your body, this revenge, I will repay everything I say!" squinting his eyes, Wang Chuan's eyes revealed a fierce light.

Not only because of this, but also because of the resentment of the original owner, which affected him.

But without strength, everything is empty words.

Tianxuan Continent, strength is respected.

This is not entirely the case.

Most of the dart masters here are monks, and only half of them are martial artists.

As a monk, you can make money by walking darts.

In the eyes of others, the monk's lofty status actually did such an almost crazy thing, and it just appeared.

"Sounds good, dart master. Wang Chuan nodded, not thinking anything incredible.

After all, he came through time, and his mind was more open-minded.

"Try it first, if you still can't become a monk, you will have to become a slave in a month. ”

This is the rule of the Shanhai Dart Bureau, at the age of sixteen, if you can't become a monk, then you can only be a slave, and when you become an acquired warrior or monk, you can get rid of the slave status.

Sitting up on the simple wooden bed and learning from what he remembered, Wang Chuan crossed his legs and closed his eyes slightly.

If you want to become a monk, you must pass the heavenly mark.

The Heavenly Great Barrier cannot be passed, and even if you have a spiritual root, you cannot become a monk.

The matter of the celestial and human beings repeatedly appeared in my mind, and along with the feeling in my heart, my consciousness continued to sink.

Immediately afterward, he "saw" that around him, there was a stream of misty air.

These dense qi are the spiritual qi that monks need to cultivate.

If you want to pass the heavenly level, the first step is to sense the aura, and the second step is to communicate the aura, guide it into the body, and complete it in two steps, and you will become a monk and break away from the ordinary.

Before, he was trapped in the second step and couldn't communicate with the spiritual energy into the body, so he couldn't become a monk for a long time.

Whether this is still the case is unknown.

Just as he was about to communicate with the aura, he saw a gray light in the midst of the mist.

This gray light was almost the same as the last time he saw it in his previous life.

"You brought me here?"

Suddenly, the gray light trembled slightly, flashing directly into his body.

Before I could react, I felt a tingling sensation in my spine.

Then he "saw" that next to his spine, the original blue spiritual root had turned gray, and its shape had also changed to a long sword.

"Why did Linggen become like this?" Wang Chuan frowned, not knowing what to do for a while.

In memory, the spiritual root cannot be seen at all, and can only be vaguely sensed.

Now not only can he "see", but the spiritual root has also transformed into the shape of a sword.

The spiritual root is the key to perceiving and attracting the spiritual energy, if the spiritual root goes wrong, don't want to become a monk for the rest of your life!

"Let's see if there's anything wrong with the spiritual root first. "Forcibly calming myself down, I decided to give it a try.

The consciousness sensed the aura again, and before he could communicate and trigger, the surrounding aura seemed to be sensed and rushed towards him frantically.

Bursts of aura continue to squeeze into the meridians.

As if water was flowing through it, the aura was automatically running in the meridians one by one.

He could feel that it was the sword spirit root that was constantly pushing behind him.

I don't know how long it has been, and the aura around me is still filling in my meridians, as if I want to completely repay what I have owed in the past three years.

I don't know how many laps the aura has run, but I feel that the meridians are extremely full, and the whole person is a hundred times more energetic.

There was no trace of aura in the meridians, and at this time, he was willing to give up, and his body gradually stopped.

When I opened my eyes, a light flashed in my eyes, and I felt that the hut was much brighter.

Spit out the turbidity in his chest, Wang Chuan frowned and pondered, and then relieved.

"That's it, this sword spirit root is beneficial and harmless to me, why bother?" muttered, and pushed open the wooden door and walked out.

It's night outside, and the breeze is blowing and it's cool.

After passing the Heavenly People's Level, it is the Qi Refining Realm, and you can be called a monk.

It's just that he has spiritual energy in his meridians, but he has no exercise to dominate, and he can only be regarded as half a monk.

If you become a monk, you can go and receive martial arts.

The so-called martial arts are the way to use aura.

The original owner didn't know martial arts, but he knew the martial arts learned by ordinary martial artists.

The two are similar, but they are very different.

Taking a wooden sword from the wooden house, Wang Chuan practiced the sword directly in the open field in the moonlight.

The martial arts name is "Liuhe Sword", a total of 12 styles, which was taught to him by his father Wang Lin.

It's just that Wang Chuan's talent was not enough before, and he only learned a little bit of swordsmanship and martial arts, and he couldn't even get started.

Now Wang Chuan, holding the wooden sword in his hand, knows the movements of the Liuhe sword and the points that need to be paid attention to.

Start with the first pose, move on to the next, and slowly make a gesture.

Complete it over and over again, and one move and one style are directly coherent, and practice non-stop.

I don't know how many times, but I saw that its moves were extremely smooth and there was no blockage.

Gradually, the wooden sword in his hand danced faster and faster, and his movements were not as stiff as before, but gradually softened, looking like a martial artist who had practiced for many years.

Following the tip of the sword, Wang Chuan had already forgotten himself and was immersed in swordsmanship.

The sword wind whipped up the fallen leaves on the ground and made a rustling sound.

Again, at the last moment, Wang Chuan stabbed out with a sword.

The wooden sword pierces two fallen leaves and hangs on the sword.

Putting away the sword and standing, Wang Chuan also came to his senses, looking at the two fallen leaves on the wooden sword, thoughtful.

He practiced just now, and unlike the obscure and stiff in the past, he was extremely skilled, like a swordsman who has held a sword for many years.

In his previous life, he only held a kitchen knife, never a sword, and what happened just now may have something else to do with it.

"I'm afraid it's because I'm mentally strong now, and I'm fused with the original owner's soul and have a stronger comprehension. ”

The speed of martial arts practice, in addition to being talented, is based on strong comprehension.

The ability to comprehend is related to whether the soul is strong or not.

He was reborn and fused with the soul of the previous Wang Chuan.

When the two souls are fused, the comprehension is naturally stronger.

"In that case, you can't live up to this understanding. With a mutter, Wang Chuan swung his sword and continued to practice.

In the East, the belly of the fish is white,

In front of the clearing, Wang Chuan slowly put away the wooden sword and took a deep breath.

Throughout the night of sword practice, he felt extremely energetic, not tired at all, and he was still in good spirits.

In one night, he practiced the Liuhe Sword very well, and even had some understanding of his own, which was already a great achievement.

The coarse cloth clothes on his body were also wet with sweat and dew.

After entering the house and changing into clothes, Wang Chuan carried a wooden sword and walked towards a road.

He was going to the Zongwu Hall to inform him of the news of his breakthrough, and at the same time to receive the martial arts.

When you get the exercises, you can really be considered a monk.

The location of his wooden house is similar to that of a slave, basically on the edge, and there is also a way to go to the Zongwu Hall.

Walking on the road, you can see slaves coming and going.

Those people also looked at Wang Chuan with strange eyes.

"How could Wang Chuan be so lucky, he was kicked by Wang Hua, and he was still alive. ”

"It's Wang Hua who left his hand......"

The noisy voices around him, mixed with the discussion of him, came into the ears,

For others, Wang Chuan didn't care.

He cared that in such a chaotic voice, he could still hear the whispers of the two.

Not only that, but when you walk on the road, you feel brighter around you and see more clearly in the distance.

"Is it because of the reason for passing the Heavenly People's Mark?" Wang Chuan couldn't figure it out, but this was a good thing, and he didn't think about it again.

After a while, I finally walked to the Zongwu Hall.

In the courtyard in front of the hall, he saw a familiar person.

This man was a little older than him, and though he was a slave, his clothes were of silk, and they were very expensive.

This person is Wang Hua, who killed his original self.

"Yo, isn't this Wang Chuan, why didn't he die?" Wang Hua walked over and greeted him seemingly familiarly.

The disappointment in his eyes is not hidden at all.

didn't answer, learning from the way before, Wang Chuan nodded and was about to leave.

Wang Chuan is not afraid of trouble, but he also does not want to cause trouble at will, people like Wang Hua can deal with it casually.

He thought so, but Wang Hua didn't appreciate it.

"In that case, then apologize for what you did to me two days ago and kneel down. Wang Hua had an unkind smile on his face.

Wang Chuan, who was about to leave, was stunned and his eyes narrowed.

He killed the original Wang Chuan, it was his fault, and now he has to apologize?

"Brother Hua is the second son's subordinate, it's good if you don't execute you, leave you a dog's life, don't apologize quickly, thank Brother Hua!" next to him, someone reminded softly.

However, Wang Chuan still stood in place and did not move.

In the past, Wang Chuan, he didn't know what choice he would make, but now he will definitely not make compromises.

He's not afraid!