After the master soared to the sky, I became a sword fairy

At the beginning, Gu Changsheng really couldn't figure it out.

However, he was soon relieved. Although the beginning of Journey to the West was a matter of the Tang Dynasty, Monkey King was suppressed under Wuzhi Mountain for a full 500 years.

500 years before the Tang Dynasty, together with the riots in the Heavenly Palace, Dangbi Mawen, and several demon kings Xiaoao mountain forest, just when I was learning art from a teacher before, I was left alone by the Bodhi ancestor for seven years when I first started. Adding up the outside and the outside, it happened to hit Qin Chao...

Very reasonable!
Master has just ascended for an hour, and I am about to accept apprentices. Is the "Jianzong" created by Master and his old man developed a little too fast by me?
Not knowing how to describe his mood, Gu Changsheng couldn't help pulling out the broken sword left by his master.

Choke!

When I pulled it out, I saw that the sword body was dark and dull, and when it was exposed to the sun, there were some faint cracks, which seemed to be broken at any time at first glance.

Or, has it been broken before, and it has been repaired by high procedures?
green?
Gu Changsheng was a little puzzled when he found that on the sword ridge above the sword, there was an ancient seal engraved with green characters on one side, while only three spots of water could be vaguely seen on the other side.

What kind of sword is this?

And at the same time that Gu Changsheng was curious about this, a glamorous and elegant figure had already appeared outside the "Sword Sect" mountain gate.

"The side peaks are surrounded by seven stars and guard the main peak. There is no trace of artificial carving at all. It is a natural 'seven stars arching the moon'. The aura here is majestic, but I never thought that I would find such a place when I travel around. A blessed place in the cave."

Walking along the way, the cyan long skirt swayed with the breeze, and after a while, this beauty had already stepped onto the main peak of "Sword Sect".

Jianzong!

When Xiaomeng saw clearly the imposing word "Jianzong" above the mountain gate, even though she was hailed as "Master Xiaomeng" by the world, Tianzong No. The difference of "hate" is still under the word "Jian Zong", and the heart shrank heavily.

The seemingly simple two words seem to contain everything. All swordsmanship in the world can find shadows between these two words.

Taking a deep and long breath, it took a lot of effort for Xiaomeng to force herself to calm down.

She can ignore life and death, but she must maintain a sense of awe in front of the word "Jianzong", which can be called the general outline of swordsmanship in the world.

Because she bears the famous sword "Qiu Li" and is also a swordsman!
Who is the person who wrote the word "Jian Zong"?

For a moment, even though she was in a detached state of mind, Xiaomeng still felt competitive.

She wants to see, who is the master of this Sword Sect!

When Xiaomeng walked into the "Jianzong" surrounded by the aura that was almost atomized, and passed through many magnificent buildings, she finally saw a handsome young Taoist priest on the square in front of him, holding a sword in his hand. He was holding a broken sword with cracks, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Huh?
Gu Changsheng, who was lost in thought, finally regained his senses.

It was not because Xiaomeng came, but because he sensed Xiaomeng was coming——until then, he realized that it seemed that the entire "Jianzong" had become his domain.

So when Xiaomeng came, he immediately sensed the opponent's position clearly.

Slowly raising his head, the moment Gu Changsheng saw Xiaomeng, looking at the other's familiar face, that long blue dress, and the famous sword Qiuli, his mood was a little complicated.

Unexpectedly, it was really the one he knew—Master Xiaomeng!
"I am the master of the Sword Sect, Gu Changsheng. Are you coming to my Sword Sect to learn from a teacher?"

"I am the head of the Tianzong of Taoism, and the world calls me Master Xiaomeng."

The famous sword Qiuli was slowly unsheathed, Xiaomeng shook her head and said softly: "I have traveled all over the world, and suddenly came here on a whim. It is not impossible for you to accept me as an apprentice, but first you have to prove that you are stronger than me, and No—to die by my sword."

"..."

It really is Xiaomeng!
It's impossible to accept the head and worship, it's impossible, we still have to fight.

Thinking of this, Gu Changsheng slowly lowered the broken sword in his hand.

Although he didn't know the name of the sword, but after observing it for a long time, he can be sure that the broken sword left by the master looks very broken, and it seems that it will collapse with a little force, but it is not.

Even if he has been severely injured, in terms of sharpness and tenacity, it is still rare in the world!
At least with Gu Changsheng's induction, cutting off the Qiuli in Xiaomeng's hand is not a problem!

"Since you want to discuss the sword with me, then make a move, otherwise - after I make a move, you will have no chance."

"it is good."

Before the words finished, Xiaomeng had disappeared in place.

At the same time, Gu Changsheng's figure flashed, and he moved two meters away horizontally.

call out!
The sword energy rolled, and the solid bluestone slab on the ground had already been plowed out with more than a dozen sword marks in all directions.

"With its light, with its dust, it seems to exist in the same way, so that it can be combined with the light and the dust."

He practiced martial arts and swords for 20 years, and was hanged and beaten by his master every day. He had never fought with others. When Xiaomeng first came, Gu Changsheng was really a little bit confused.

But now, when the opponent actually made a move, his heart immediately fell back into his stomach.

It looks so weak!

I can beat it!

My Kaishan great disciple is you!
With the knot in his heart untied, Gu Changsheng was full of pride, and slowly raised the sword in his hand: "Let me tell you, the so-called power..."

In the next second, the figure flashed, and Gu Changsheng had appeared in front of Xiaomeng, who was full of dignity, at a faster speed than Heguang Tongchen.

"...is used to describe this kind of thing!"

Words fall, swords fall!
when!
The cracked broken sword was cut on the famous sword Qiuli.

So fast!

No, it's so strong!

Under Xiaomeng's incredulous eyes, Qiuli, one of the ten famous swords, was easily cut off like tofu in front of the broken sword.

Along with Qiuli, a lock of her hair was cut off.

It's not that Xiaomeng doesn't want to hide, but that she can't hide, let alone escape.

Because at the moment when the two swords were handed over, a surge of force had passed through the sword body and pierced her whole body on the spot, almost interrupting the light and dust she was about to use in the most tyrannical way. She was "fixed" in place.

A drop of cold sweat uncontrollably slipped from Xiaomeng's forehead.

Because she knew very well that if the master of the sword sect in front of her hadn't been merciful, she... would have been broken in two like Qiu Li!

"Now, am I qualified to be your master?"

"……Have!"

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down her chaotic mood, Xiaomeng knelt down slowly: "Disciple Xiaomeng, pay homage to Master!"

"it is good!"

The goal of strengthening the "Jian Zong" is that the master has just soared on the front foot, and I have made great progress on the back foot. If the master knows...he will be very pleased!

While helping Xiaomeng, seeing this Master Xiaomeng seemed to be a little skeptical about life because he had lost too quickly before, Gu Changsheng added silently in his heart.

Forget it!
My master is a fairy, your master is just a mortal.

You lost to me - it's normal!