Take a day off today.

In the past few days, I have been doing another thing during the day, from planning the program, trying to write, and conceiving the plot...... Every day, the update of Wanfa starts to be written after 5 p.m., and until the evening, 6,000 words come out.

The first day was normal, the second day was persistent, and the third day was overwhelmed, and the back hurt because of the hard work. Allow me to rest for the rest tonight.

Talk about feelings:I tried the blocked pen practice book (demon clan base camp) before,It already feels very strange;These days, I tried it again.,It feels more and more awkward.,More and more strange.。 I want to write easily and concisely, but I always feel constrained. I'm trying to combine as much density as possible, writing with lightness and brevity. But...... It's really hard!

The following content is for everyone to have fun, anyway, it is basically certain that it will not be used.

Everyone should have fun (* ̄) ̄)

[Chapter 01]

A palm stretched out swiftly and incoherently, and with a "ding" sound, it seemed to hit some weapon. A figure fell heavily, and the long sword in his hand made a white mark on the bluestone ground.

"Li Ming, the challenge failed!"

The one who spit out these four words was a middle-aged man standing not far away, holding a command flag.

In the middle of the martial arts arena. Three feet away from the man who fell, a young man with a blue scarf on his head stood straight. His left hand was firmly bound behind him, and his right palm was in a slap gesture. Where the feet stand, they are surrounded by fine lime in a two-foot circle.

Under such harsh conditions, he still easily defeated the young man named "Li Ming".

There is a moire stone tablet at the entrance of the martial arts arena, which has a simple appearance. The inscription consists of thirty lines from top to bottom:

"Li Ming Ninety"

"Zhao Heng Eighty-Seven"

"Zhang Zifeng Eighty-Five"

"Lu Ping Eighty-Five"

Among them, the top first line of "Li Ming Ninety" is a dazzling blood red. The remaining twenty-nine lines of handwriting are all dark and inky.

Just after the middle-aged man "failed to challenge" came out. On the first line of the stele, the dazzling four big characters of "Li Ming Ninety" disappeared out of thin air. Immediately, the second line "Zhao Heng Eighty-Seven" rose to the position of the first row and turned into a dazzling red.

All twenty-nine lines of text rose one place in turn, and a new name appeared in the thirtieth line at the bottom of the stele: "Song Yi Eighty-one".

The middle-aged man spoke, and his tone was unusually indifferent: "You didn't grasp the last opportunity to break through in a desperate situation. It turns out that you don't have enough talent. This is the end of your path of monasticism!"

"Now you have two choices: first, pack your bags and leave the Ziwei Sword Academy. From now on, it is not allowed to call yourself a disciple of the Ziwei Sword Academy. ”

"Second, become a servant of the Sword Academy. There are currently three jobs to choose from: shepherd, butcher, and vegetable farmer. ”

"Shepherd, herd sheep in the back mountains, and manage a thousand flocks;"

"Butcher, slaughter twenty pigs and ten cows a day;"

"Vegetable farmer, responsible for planting 20 acres of vegetable land. ”

Li Ming got up from the ground, his lips trembling, his eyes hideous. The red on his face spreads all the way to the base of his neck. It seems that he can't accept the fact that he has been eliminated by the Ziwei Sword Academy.

Half an hour passed. The middle-aged man continued: "Remaining silent is equivalent to choosing to go down the mountain. Give you twelve hours to prepare your luggage. ”

"No!"

Li Ming's roar echoed throughout the martial arts arena.

"I choose to become a servant of the Sword Academy, and my job is to be a butcher!"

"Huh", "Hmm", "Ah...... One after another exclamations came from both sides of the arena. Twenty or thirty young men and women stood here watching the "desperate breakthrough battle".

"Only orphans from poor families who were picked up by the Ziwei Sword Academy will choose to become miscellaneous servants after being eliminated, right?"

"I heard that before this Li Ming entered the Ziwei Sword Academy, he was the noble son of Qingyang County. Even if you don't have the talent of cultivation, you can go home without worrying about food and clothing. Why did you choose to stay in the Sword Courtyard as a butcher?"

"Even if his family is poor, he has the cultivation of the Triple Realm of Vitality, and his physical strength is far superior to that of others. As long as you are willing to endure hardships, it is easy to go down the mountain to seek a well-off life. Except for a few introverted and unsociable people, who is willing to stay in the Sword Academy as a handyman. ”

Everyone, you say a word, I say, point and point.

"Hahahaha......"

Li Ming suddenly laughed, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly. But this laughter is worse than crying.

"I, choose to stay in the Sword Courtyard as a butcher. I just want to see with my own eyes how the famous Sword Academy, known as the great genius of the world, will end up in three days in the past two years!"

"What will you do when the time comes? Will you be a butcher, a vegetable farmer, a sheep herd, or will you go down the mountain and continue to nest in front of the neighborhood to gnaw your nest? Hahaha... Hahaha..."

As Li Ming spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of the stele.

The position referred to is the line that just replaced Li Ming's top position "Zhao Heng Eighty-seven".

At the moment when Li Ming stretched out his finger, the twenty or thirty young men and girls present turned their heads to look at each other.

It's just that the target they stared at was not the "Zhao Heng Eighty-Seven" on the top of the stone tablet that Li Ming was referring to, but a white-robed young man standing among the crowd.

The boy's white robe was a little old, but it was clean. His face was fair, but not that morbidly pale, but white with red in the middle, and he looked very energetic. Obviously, the text on the stele is just a code name, and he is the real "Zhao Heng".

At this time, Zhao Heng's eyes were unusually calm, in stark contrast to the hysterical Li Ming.

Zhao Heng recalled the bits and pieces of the past.

Five years ago, Zhao Heng and Li Ming were neighbors in Bailongfang, Stone Town, Qingyang County. In the morning, when Zhao Heng was sitting at the door and gnawing on the nest, Li Ming walked by the side of the road and gave him two meat steamed buns from time to time. If Zhao Heng refused, Li Ming asked the servant to stuff the steamed bun into Zhao Heng's arms.

So Zhao Heng said, "Thank you." At that time, he had a good impression of Li Ming.

One morning three years ago, the meat bun on Zhao Heng's mouth was taken away by a big hand. Two men with long swords and extraordinary bearings squeezed into Zhao Heng's eyes. The two stared at him with round eyes, like a big wolf dog looking at a meat bun.

Half an hour later, Zhao Heng left the White Dragon Fang and came to the Ziwei Sword Sect. came with neighbors Li Gongzi and Li Ming.

It is said that he is a peerless genius above the sword, and Li Ming is only qualified, and the old lady of the Li family was reluctantly accepted into the sect after making a lot of money.

In the two-year stage of "hammering muscles and refining bones", Zhao Heng and Li Ming's treatment was completely different.

Zhao Heng is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, and he wants to give Li Ming some help three times and twice. But Li Ming gradually distanced himself from himself, and his eyes were full of indifference and even hatred when he looked at him. Until now, this situation.

The middle-aged man spoke: "Roaring and noisy in the martial arts arena, what kind of system." Drag it down and think about it for three days. ”

The two men in Tsing Yi standing outside the main gate immediately came in and dragged Li Ming away.

"I'll give you your advice. You're better off choosing a butcher. To be able to be in the slaughterhouse with the great genius Zhao Heng, I, Li Ming, am really honored, hahaha, haha......ha

The middle-aged man spoke again, but this time his tone was much softer: "When you went up the mountain three years ago, all the great swordsmen of the Sword Academy were very optimistic about you. You are the disciple of the Ziwei Sword Academy who has the most hope of reaching the breakthrough stage in the past hundred years. After two years of tempering your muscles and bones, your treatment is also the best among all the new disciples. ”

"But rules are rules. ”

The middle-aged man made the same action as Li Ming just now---- stretched out his hand to point to the blood-red "Zhao Heng Eighty-Seven" on the top of the stone stele, and said slowly: "You only have three days." ”

Zhao Heng nodded seriously, and his voice was crisp: "I know, Song Pavilion Master." ”

......

It's better to be famous sooner rather than later.

The same goes for sword training.

In this world, there is no one who has achieved the realm of a sword master after the age of thirty-five.

In terms of sword cultivation, unless you have cultivated to the seventh realm of the sword path "Sword God" realm where the mountain is broken and the primordial god is immortal, you will never be able to escape the four stages of cultivation: the potential stage, the breakthrough stage, the maintenance stage, and the decline stage.

The so-called practice is a race against time.

After completing two years of tempering his muscles and bones, he became a true cultivator. From the First Realm of Vitality to the Sixfold Realm of Vitality, each stage must complete a breakthrough within six months.

If you can't break through the realm as scheduled, it means that your potential is exhausted and you will lose the possibility of advancing forever. In other words, your "potential phase" is over, and you have entered the "maintenance phase" ahead of schedule.

With more than six levels of vitality, he is known as the Great Swordsman.

From the sixth level of the Yuan Qi to the ninth level of the Yuan Qi, the time limit for breaking through the realm is one year. Reaching the ninefold level of vitality means that the "potential stage" has been fully explored and successfully concluded. The sword cultivator of the Nine Realms will be awarded the title of "Sword Master" and become the strong party of the Marquis of Xiaoao.

In the entire Ziwei Sword Academy, only two deans were the "Sword Master" powerhouses of the Nine Realms of Yuan Qi.

As for the next realm breakthrough, it is the exclusive domain of peerless geniuses, and it is too far away from ordinary people. At least, in the past two hundred years, there has never been a swordsman who has touched the threshold of this stage.

Zhao Heng returned to his residence. There is a row of cypress buildings, and the northernmost room is.

His wooden house was clean and tidy. A bed, a table and chairs, and a water tank. There is a wooden sword hanging on the wall.

Zhao Heng picked up the half-green and half-yellow scoop floating in the water tank and scooped a full scoop of water. He took a sip and slowly poured the ladle of water over his head. This coolness made Zhao Heng calm down a lot.

"There are still three days to go. ”

Obviously. Zhao Heng's heart was not as calm as his face appeared.

From the moment he fell to the ground, Zhao Heng, who came to this world with the memories of his previous life, has always been out of place here. More than 10 years. He thought he was used to the world, used to sitting on the bluestone steps and gnawing on the nest, used to watching the ants by the wall busy moving, and used to spending an ordinary life in this world.

Until three years ago.

Three years ago, getting started. The two great swordsmen who took Zhao Heng to the entrance said that he was the legendary "Three-Element Sword Body".

Sword heart, sword bone, sword soul. Three-in-one.

Everyone knows that the Ziwei Sword Academy has an extra peerless genius.

Because the body did not fully grow, the routine two-year "tempering period of muscles and bones" was extended by eight months.

After officially starting to cultivate. Zhao Heng knew that he was indeed very talented. The sword qi breaks through the three wheels and six veins, and it is invincible.

Break through the first realm of vitality, thirteen days;

Breakthrough Vitality Duo Mirror, fifteen days;

Break through the Triple Realm of Vitality, seventeen days.

Just when everyone thought that Zhao Heng would break through like this, there would be no obstacles until the Nine Levels of Vitality Ninefold, and the Ziwei Sword Academy was about to have the first breakthrough genius in two hundred years.

Zhao Heng stopped at the Triple Realm of Vitality, and it had been one hundred and seventy-seven days in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, it only took one month for Zhao Heng to achieve the sword qi vein, and completely penetrated the "Qinglian" vein of the fourth realm of Yuan Qi. A normal cultivator, after three days of meditation after passing through the pulse, can achieve the realm of "qi is like a wheel, and the four veins are one", and officially enter the fourfold realm of vitality.

However, one hundred and forty-seven days have passed, and the breath of Zhao Heng's "Qinglian" vein still cannot be integrated with the three veins of "Qiong Room", "Lingfu" and "Huacani", and it cannot officially break through the realm.

At the beginning, Zhao Heng was half sad and half happy. Misfortune and blessing rely on, and blessing and misfortune lurk. According to various records in the books of the previous life, this situation may not have been an unexpected chance.

But as the days passed, Zhao Heng's heart became cold little by little.

Zhao Heng felt a trace of exhaustion and helplessness in his heart. He said to himself: "If there are any soul bodies, divine beasts, strange treasures, and systems pinned on me, please come out now." Otherwise, three days later, I will continue to go home and eat steamed buns. ”

In the wooden house. It's still cold and quiet. Not a single bit of change has occurred.

Zhao Heng sighed. He is really not a "chosen one". Open the teal package at the foot of the bed and pack your bags. Three days later, he went to the martial arts arena for a final fight. If it fails, it will be a spring dream for the past three years.

It turns out that not every time-traveler is destined to shine and become the protagonist of the new world.

That's when it happened. Zhao Heng's body froze!

He felt that there was an extra pair of treasure wheels in his body out of thin air, one black and one white, one in front and one behind, coaxial. This pair of treasure wheels is so magical and mysterious, so subtle and mysterious, revealing the immortal aura of the world!

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The setting of the next chapter,I think it's still very NB.,Maybe it will really work.。 I won't post it yet!

The main thing is the beginning, how embarrassing it is. It's hard to top.

I have been too greedy for the past three days, and I will adjust the proportion of the two kinds of work to ensure that "Ten Thousand Laws Without Blame" will be updated with a progress of 6,000 words per day.

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Sogou