The mortal realm and the monk realm are on the same continent, but they don't seem to interfere with each other.

One is because of the legend that has been handed down since ancient times, whether the monk is saving people or killing people, as long as he changes the life of a person who has not yet been psychic, it will cause calamity, although there has been no so-called "heavenly calamity" in this world for a long time, but this rule seems to have been set.

The second reason is that the Nine Clans cultivate monks, and they will only select qualified teenagers from within the jurisdiction of their influence, mainly to prevent the infiltration of other clans.

Those idle forces recruit disciples, although there are no taboos, but they rarely go around recruiting disciples, but go to the places where some people are outstanding.

Besides, how can the life span of a mortal be comparable to that of a monk? How many sects accept people once in 50 years, and only once in 100 years.

Cultivating a monk consumes so many resources, even if you don't spend resources on him, as long as he becomes a monk, as long as he can absorb aura, he will absorb an extra aura from the air!

As for the mountain gates of the cultivation world, naturally all of them have formation prohibitions, and it is difficult for mortals to enter them.

For various reasons, the mortal world and the cultivation world are in the same place, but they rarely come into contact, even if the monks are mixed in the crowd, they will behave like ordinary people, and the monks are indeed like immortals in the eyes of mortals.

As Lao Chen said the sentence in high spirits, "They can't beat me, I'll come to see the immortals!"

Everyone seemed to feel the pride that came to their faces, an invincible swordsman in the mortal realm, just because he was no longer invincible, he crossed the lake, tried his best to kill countless demon beasts, braved the storm, and sacrificed his life just to see, the so-called "immortals" in their mouths!

The expression under the woman's veil had long been frozen, and she muttered: "Because I am invincible in the mortal realm, I threw myself into this abandoned sword lake regardless of life and death, just to see this immortal?

The crowd asked, "And then?"

Old Chen Tou said: "I gave him a Juyuan Pill and saved his life. ”

"Gave Ju Yuan Dan?"

"Old Chen, didn't you say that he didn't have aura in his body?

"This is also a hero among individuals, and it is not in vain for you to take that risk!"

Lao Chen Tou continued: "On that day, after he took Juyuan Dan and his injuries were all healed, he said another sentence to me. ”

"I don't know if there are immortals, fight with one!"

One of the people present swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered, "Can you fall down here... Hanging over the tavern, at least it's all smelling... Hearing the realm, should he win win... Won't you?"

Old Chen nodded solemnly: "The duel the next day was personally organized by me! His opponent was also chosen by me, a fifth-order of the Wenzhi Realm." ”

Everyone was even more stunned, hearing that the realm could fly in the sky, and the spiritual energy was released, how could he defeat the monk?

To put it simply, one is flying in the sky, the other is running on the ground, and those flying in the sky can keep throwing stones down, how to hit those who run on the ground?

"I was already amazed when he crossed this lake, but I still don't think he can beat the monk of the Knowing Realm. ”

"I think the same as all of you, it's not that I don't believe in his ability, but the gap between the two people is too big, flying in the sky and releasing spiritual energy, it's too simple to beat a mortal running on the ground!"

"It's just that I was still gentle after all, and he won in the end!"

The crowd was in an uproar, they couldn't imagine how this person could win?

The man in fancy clothes said: "There is only one way to win, and that is the monk of the Wenzhi Realm, and the spiritual energy in his body has been used up!"

Old Chen nodded and said, "Yes, he relied on his superb level to far surpass ordinary people, comparable to the speed of a monk's body, dodged one spiritual attack after another, fell into a stalemate, and finally dragged him to a lack of spiritual energy, and won a tragic victory with a seriously injured body!"

The expressions of everyone present were blank, as if they had heard something extremely incredible.

What kind of monster is this, without relying on aura, he has practiced a transcendent body and defeated the monk with aura with his mortal body.

Although the current world law does not major in the sea of qi, resulting in limited spiritual energy in the body, and the current world law does not strengthen the body, and hand-to-hand combat is far inferior to this Jianghu swordsman, but the premise of everything is based on his superb body technique!

Each realm is a lot worse than the energy level, why can't the monk cross the border to challenge? Even the ancient method can't do it? And this swordsman did it, because of his body technique!

The old Chen Tou said: "If it is really a war of attrition, how can a mortal be able to compare to a monk with aura? That monk did not expect to be at such a point that the aura in his body would be wasted more. ”

Even so, so what? A mortal body fights a monk, even if it is a tragic victory, it is a victory.

This swordsman had completely broken the perception in their minds, they had never imagined that a monk would be defeated by a mortal, it was like a bizarre nonsense.

Old Chen raised his head and poured another big sip of wine, and then said, "Everyone, this is the end of this swordsman's story. ”

The woman in the corner asked, "Old Chen, what kind of story is this?

Old Chen Tou shook his head and said, "It's been more than a hundred years! As for entering the cultivation world, that's another story!"

As soon as everyone heard "another story", they knew that they must have entered the monk's door, and they were still not a simple character.

The woman in the corner hurriedly asked, "Old Chen, don't sell it!" ”

Old Chen shook his head and said, "I can't say it, I can't say it, if I keep talking, I'm going to get into trouble." ”

When he had said this, he turned and left, no matter how much the crowd could hold on, leaving behind only the unfinished crowd.

People with good deeds began to speculate about who that swordsman was, but among the hundred monks who reached the top of the summit evaluation, only two of them used swords, one was Ji Muyun from the Heavenly Domain, and the other was Chen Xuanying from the Holy Spirit Valley, which obviously did not match the identity of the swordsman.

The tavern was crowded, and the man in black sitting in the corner was still silent, drinking flowers and wine one after another.

Almost every year on this day in spring, as long as you come to this upside-down tavern, you can see this man in black, sitting in this position every year, just like back then...

A lifetime of negative qi has become today, and no one in the four seas is facing the sunset.

The swordsman of that year was full of spirit, daring to fight with the "immortals" in the eyes of the world, with a sword in his heart, loyal to a sword, extremely superior to a sword, and nothing else.

Now I see all the states in the world, and I look back at the body of a hundred years, and my drunken eyes are hazy and trance, all kinds of things in the world are that red figure.

After he had won over the monk, he sat in this corner by the window, as he did today, and drank himself.

The red dress that suddenly appeared, like a red flower blooming proudly, instantly occupied all his sight, leaving an indelible mark in the depths of his mind.

She snatched the wine glass in her hand and drank it all, the bond of this life is like the glass of wine that has been eaten, and it can never be returned.

He looked at the wine in the glass and muttered, "Huayu, you still owe me a glass of wine..."

At this moment, the sun has completely sunk in the west, the bright moon is rising, and the silver-white moonlight is sprinkled on the world, and it is also sprinkled on the surface of the lake that is as flat as a mirror.

It is also a rule that the upside-down tavern does not stay overnight.

The bustling crowd in the tavern had receded, and only the man in black was still drinking himself.

Lao Chen Tou looked at this scene, and scolded again and again: "I come here every year!"

After he finished speaking, he took out another jar of flower wine, and then turned to leave, and the man in black didn't even look up.

He stared at the wine glass that fell into a petal again, and the ripples seemed to be all kinds of past, one by one.

At that time, she was already a master of the Zhixuan Realm, he was just a mortal swordsman, and he could only win a miserable victory against the enemy in the Wenzhi Realm, not to mention that there was still a Jue World between Wenzhi and Zhixuan?

After decades of hard training, he could only beat a monk who had cultivated for a few years, and he was almost only a middle-class monk in the monk world, and the arrogance in his heart prompted him to enter the Xuanmen and become a monk

In the first few years of his time in the cultivation world, he practiced with that red shadow, and it was that red shadow that protected him and took him to travel all over the world, no matter where he went, that red shadow was inseparable from his black clothes!

There is a body of cultivation that is not known how many times higher than the swordsman, but she is willing to follow him and become a shadow, and she was also jokingly called the most unpromising Zhixuan Realm by the rivers and lakes at that time.

Although the swordsman is weak, but the heart is tenacious, decades of hard training in the mortal world, invincible in the world, not afraid of life and death just to see the immortals, there is only one sword in the heart, as a lifelong pursuit.

He was bent on pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship, carrying that red shadow, and threw himself into the newly established Night Shadow Villa, just because of that night shadow, he promised his powerful swordsmanship, far surpassing all the swordsmanship in the cultivation world today.

After entering the Night Shadow Villa, Night Shadow really taught him swordsmanship, and what followed was a day and night study, haunting all kinds of ruins with Night Shadow.

I don't know when the time for the black clothes and the red shadow to get together is getting together less and less, and since then, there has been this agreement, and they will gather in this upside-down tavern every year, the place where they first met.

His cultivation was also getting higher and higher, and he was soon catching up with the red shadow.

At that time, he didn't realize that she seemed to be cheerful, but she was actually so fragile, facing the increasingly powerful black clothes, the confidence in her heart was getting smaller and smaller, and the smile on her face was getting less and less.

There is less and less time to get together, and sometimes, he even forgets the annual agreement, he always thinks that there is still a lot of time in the future, and always devotes himself to the study of swordsmanship, ignoring the red shadow behind him.

The last time they got together in the upside-down tavern, she was already in the realm of knowing the truth, and even he didn't notice that this woman in red, in order to keep the same pace as him, had changed her lazy temperament, worked hard, and entered the realm so quickly.

She was about to break through the Peering Heaven Realm, and she had already promised that the dry spirit period when she broke through the Voyeur Heaven Realm would be guarded by him.

This dry spirit period is the last moment to step into the heavenly realm, when the spiritual energy in the body is dormant, just like a mortal who can't sense the spiritual energy, it is also the most vulnerable period for monks, and mortals can defeat monks at this time.

Nightshade's words, another powerful swordsmanship, the ruins that he would have to wait for hundreds of years if he missed it, made him forget the promise of the Bdry Period.

Hurriedly left a sentence for the red shadow: Suppress the cultivation and wait for me to come back!

After getting out of the ruins, he couldn't wait to study swordsmanship, and several times when he met the red shadow, he was talking to himself excitedly, not noticing her expression at all, and didn't wait for her to say anything.

It's still the same sentence: Try your best to suppress your cultivation, and wait for him to cultivate swordsmanship

This cultivation was ten years, at that time he was like a magic barrier to study swordsmanship, a little progress in swordsmanship made him overjoyed, at that time he was also completely addicted to swordsmanship, all the outside of the body has been put aside, no matter who comes, even the matter of the dry period has forgotten.

Countless times, I vaguely felt as if I had forgotten something extremely important, but after only thinking about it for a moment, I put this thought down and devoted myself to the study of swordsmanship again!

"What's the matter, I'll think about it later! ”

One after another, he didn't notice it at all, he often came to see his red shadow in the past few years, and asked him again and again if he had time, and he refused again and again.

In the following years, the red shadow who followed the black clothes all day long never came to him again.

On the day he left the customs, he was shocked to realize that he had forgotten the promise of the Red Shadow Withering Period!

He secretly scolded himself, but he also knew that time had passed so long, and his cultivation would definitely not be able to suppress it, and he must have found someone else to protect the withering period for her.

It's just that this dry period is as short as a few months, as long as more than ten years, and he is afraid that there will be a period of time when he will not be able to find her.

I sighed secretly in my heart: I broke through this swordsmanship, but unfortunately she was not by my side to share it with me.

He instantly felt that this swordsmanship was nothing more than that...

He came to this upside-down tavern every year, and he didn't see the red shadow to go to the appointment every year.

One day, news of her came out of the tavern.

Rumor has it that every spring, the upside-down tavern never saw the red shadow again, and the red shadow had already died.

Lost in the dry period, lost in the person who protected the Dharma for him, lost her life in the Night Shadow Villa, and went to the spring promise that had long been forgotten by the dark shadow, so that person had a chance...

That day was also the only time the upside-down tavern shed blood.

Year after year, the black clothes were still here, still waiting, he never believed that the red shadow had disappeared, she was just angry and hiding.

Everything flashed by, and he looked up and drank the wine from his glass.

He muttered, "You still owe me a glass of wine... I owe you more..."

He was still waiting, waiting for that red shadow to bloom in his sight again, snatching the wine glass from his hand again and drinking it all.

Said to him with a smile: "Do you know it's wrong!!"