In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The pattern of the world has not changed, but there are many more demon clans, so most of the disciples of Shushan have come out together, roaming the rivers and lakes, killing demons and demons, doing the things that accumulate good and accumulated virtues, and at the same time earning a lot of fame for the Shushan Sword Sect.

The spring light in March is warm and picturesque, and as far as the eye can see, the mountains and rivers are green, and the rich vitality makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The top of Shu Mountain, thousands of feet high, the cold mountain wind blowing whirring, a young man in white just sat on the huge mountain rock.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, with a handsome face, sword eyebrows, and a simple fine iron sword at his waist.

His gaze was far away, he couldn't see the focal length, and he just looked into the distance motionlessly.

A faint sadness lingered beside him, let the mountain breeze blow, but it could not be dispersed for a long time.

The disciples in the past had already seen that they were already surprised, and they all shook their heads one by one, and then passed by, continuing to be busy with their own affairs.

This little junior brother is extremely talented, and he can be said to be the first in Shushan in a hundred years, and no one is unsurpassed, but he has reached the realm of refining qi and transforming gods in ten years. But the temperament is really eccentric, and they look expressionless all day long, and it is no longer strange that they have seen a lot.

"Smack"

With a soft sound, the young man retracted his gaze, took out a wine gourd from his waist, and poured a large sip of wine on the warm day of the mountain breeze.

A spicy sensation came to his mind, and only this feeling could make him temporarily forget the sadness in his heart, and let him forget the past.

Under this immature body is a huge soul, he is the head of the six gates that crisscross Kyushu, Qin Emperor Han Li, a peerless overlord who is proud of countless people, an invincible master, but when he woke up, he found that he had become a baby with no power to restrain his hands.

His lover, his brother, his friend, his subordinates, his own world, everything was like an illusion, and it was suddenly shattered.

If it weren't for the indelible scenes in his mind, he would have thought it was a dream, a nightmare.

However, this is not a dream after all, everything here is real, there are flesh-and-blood brothers, and there is a master who loves him very much.

"Xiang'er, are you okay?"

After half a ring, he hung the wine gourd on his waist again, and there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the master must have been waiting for him.

Thinking of this, he got up sharply and walked slowly along the path paved with bluestone slabs towards the Sword Pavilion.

In the back, there is a hint of gloom, mixed with a hint of firmness.

The entire Shushan Sword Sect is quite wide, occupying half of the mountain, and the Sword Pavilion is located in the middle.

The sound of light and crisp footsteps sounded, there were no other buildings within a radius of a hundred zhang of the Sword Pavilion, and on weekdays, the disciples of Shushan were here to do their morning classes.

After staying here for ten years, he was extremely familiar with every corner, and he had already come to the outside of the Sword Pavilion with just a cup of tea.

A burly figure in a Taoist robe had his back to him, his eyes closed, and his body was as tall as a sharp sword.

"Weijing, are you drinking again?"

A loud voice sounded in his ears, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Immediately afterwards, the figure turned around, and it was a real person in charge of Shushan.

Ten years have passed, and his face has not changed, except for a few more gray hairs on his sideburns.

His gaze is deep, his whole body is hidden, and he just stands with his hands in his hands, but it gives people an invisible oppression.

At least now Wei Jing felt as if he was facing a giant sword that opened the sky, and even the invisible edge made his eyes faintly tingle.

Even if it is the primordial spirit of his scattered immortals, he can't see through the depth of Daoyi, enough to see its horror.

But the strong have always had the pride of the strong, even if he is not strong enough now, even if the person in front of him is his current master, he has not the slightest fear, and his eyes meet the terrifying gaze.

The two of them, one older and one younger, stood quietly like this, and the atmosphere was exceptionally silent and heavy.

"Haha"

After a few breaths, Daoyi suddenly burst out laughing, and then the majestic momentum faded like a tide, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Wei Jing, the teacher doubts that you are really only ten years old. ”

He spoke helplessly.

"Isn't this the master you know best?"

Wei Jing wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his robe and said indifferently.

The corners of Daoyi's mouth twitched, with a loveless expression, and finally seemed to think of something, before he spoke again: "I know that you have long wanted to learn the sword technique, and today as a teacher, I will give you a chance, as long as you can support ten moves in the hands of the master, you can choose the exercises in this sword pavilion." ”

Maybe it was because he saw the eternal calm and breezy look on Wei Jing's face, he added: "Don't worry, you only use the same skills as you to be a teacher, as long as you can support ten moves, even if you lose for the teacher, how about it?"

This is not that Dao Yi deliberately embarrassed and respectful. Swordsmanship is already the advanced swordsmanship of Shushan, mana and perseverance are indispensable, when other disciples practice swordsmanship, they all start from refining gods and anti-void, and Weijing is only ten years old now, although his cultivation is far beyond his peers, but it is only refining qi and transforming gods, if he forcibly cultivates swordsmanship, I am afraid that it will be counterproductive.

That's why he did this, as long as Wei Jing could support ten moves under his hands, he was fully capable of cultivating the advanced swordsmanship of Shu Mountain.

"Yes, you can. ”

It's just that it's different from what he thought, Wei Jing didn't hesitate at all, and directly agreed.

No matter how you say it, Wei Jing is also a peerless powerhouse in the Liaozhai world, a great master of the sword path, although he has not practiced swordsmanship, but one law is clear, and ten thousand laws are passed. His swordsmanship was not inferior to those kendo masters.

What's more, he has not fallen behind in the cultivation of martial arts in this world, his physical body is strong, his strength far exceeds the same realm, and his combat power is naturally more than refining qi and transforming gods.

"Okay, let me see what your kid is hiding. ”

Dao Yi said with a smile.

In the next second, I saw that his right hand was weakly grasped, and then the vitality of heaven and earth turned into a transparent three-foot long sword in his hand, and the mana on it flowed, and the cold light flickered, and the sharpness was no less than that of an ordinary divine blade.

This hand gathers qi into a blade to see the skill, and Wei Jing used to be able to do it, but now he can't do it, so he can only pull out the three-foot long sword on his waist.

The sword is a good sword, the blade is snow-white, the sword body is pitch black, and there are many mysterious runes engraved on it, and an inexplicable aura is wrapped around it.

Wei Jing has a sword in his hand, his temperament has changed greatly, an incomparable edge hovers overhead, and the majestic momentum rises into the sky, incarnating a peerless swordsman, with unparalleled sharpness.

Dao Yi nodded secretly, this kind of sword momentum has nothing to do with the level of cultivation, it all depends on the comprehension of the way of the sword.

And the strength of Wei Jing's sword is no less than that of those first-class swordsmen, which shows the horror of his talent.

And Wei Jing saw that Dao Yi stood still, did not procrastinate, and the long sword in his hand slashed through the sky and stabbed straight out.

This sword, fast, accurate, ruthless, the sword momentum followed, unstoppable, the long sword crossed three zhang away in an instant, came to Daoyi's brow, and the sword wind blew the Dao robe rustling.

"Bell"

An invisible qi sword suddenly appeared, blocking his long sword, and then the air sword deflected, swinging the sword body, a sword slashed, and the air exploded.

Wei Jing's heart jumped, the sword light flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, his body took a step back violently, and then tiptoed a little, turned over and folded back, as if Feiyan was returning to the nest, a cold sword light swept through, tearing Daoyi's robe open a small opening.

"Good boy, as a teacher, I still underestimate you. ”

Dao Yi was not surprised, his eyes were full of brilliance, and the five fingers of his left hand pointed at the long sword in front of him, and he suddenly shook up, and a vigorous force passed through the sword body to withdraw Wei Jingzhen nine steps away.

With Wei Jing's current kendo cultivation, he is fully qualified to practice the imperial sword technique, so it is naturally necessary to compare it again, so he directly dispersed the qi sword in his hand.

"Boy, don't compare, the teacher has allowed you to enter the Sword Pavilion. ”

"Bang Dang"

When Wei Jing heard Daoyi's words, he put the long sword in his hand into the sheath, and he didn't show much excitement, but directly crossed Daoyi, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the Sword Pavilion.

Only the dignified head of Shushan was there, and he touched his forehead in embarrassment.

Daoyi didn't get angry, he knew very well that this disciple was just cold by nature, and he never meant to be disrespectful to him, a master.

After half a ring, he also turned around and left here, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with in the huge Shu Mountain, and recently, the demon world was also a little ready to move.

As soon as he thought of the demon realm, his eyes showed a terrifying killing intent, cold and piercing.