I have a role in the heavens

In the Xijian Pavilion martial arts training ground, the autumn wind rustled, the autumn leaves rustled, and there was a bit more coolness in the mountains. Lu Chunyang was still wearing a gray Taoist robe, dancing in a corner with the peach wood sword in his hand.

This mahogany sword was nourished by Lu Chunyang's true energy, and its material changed. It was as warm and moist as jade, crystal clear, and glowing red, like bloodshot threads.

The corners of Lu Chunyang's Taoist robe are fluttering in the wind, and his feet are moving slowly. There is an inexplicable meaning, as if the yin and yang are beginning to open up, and the world is opening up. It makes people feel the peaceful and reassuring Taoism. There is no trace of the edge of a swordsman on his body, like a practitioner. Pure Taoist priest.

Now that Lu Chunyang has regained his strength in the field, the disciples of Xijiang Pavilion no longer dare to talk about this sect elder, with a look of awe on his face. This is the world. Only strength is the foundation of a life. Fame, status, and seniority are all other things. They are all accessories of strength and not worth mentioning at all.

Jiang Zhiwei walked into the martial arts training ground holding the Changhong Sun Sword. Countless disciples looked at her with admiration in their eyes. Jiang Zhiwei has a bright appearance, straightforward and generous appearance, outstanding qualifications, and strong cultivation. She will definitely be the young man of Xijiang Pavilion in the future. As the leader of his generation, these disciples naturally admire him and hope to win the heart of a beautiful woman.

Jiang Zhiwei was well aware of the thoughts of these fellow disciples, but she didn't take them to heart. She was focused on the art of swordsmanship and had no interest in the love between men and women.

Jiang Zhiwei saw Lu Chunyang practicing swordsmanship, and bowed in the distance without interrupting. She walked to the other side, dancing the long sword, the cold light shimmering, and the sword energy was sharp. She was practicing the Holy Spirit Sword Technique that she exchanged, one of the six reincarnation spaces that restrains reincarnators. They exchange secrets and techniques with each other, but this does not restrict them from exchanging techniques with outsiders. However, generally no one will do so. If the origin of the techniques cannot be explained clearly, their identity will be exposed easily and they will be obliterated by the six realms of space.

The long sword in Jiang Zhiwei's hand is agile, her figure is strong, her clothes are flowing, like the Lingbo fairy, each move is rigorous and exquisite. The sword intention is like the gurgling water in the mountains at first, clear and pure, bright in spring, and gradually becomes stronger, with green grass and red flowers, The summer was scorching, and then new changes took place. The sun rose and the moon set, and the four seasons rotated. The autumn wind rustled in the mountains, and the chill became stronger. It was desolate and desolate, like dead leaves on the treetops, falling with the wind, white frost invading, heavy snow falling, and ice. Seal everything and be indifferent.

"This sword technique of yours is somewhat interesting. The sentimental sword turns into the ruthless sword, the yin and yang transform, and the presence and absence are interchanged."

Seeing that Jiang Zhiwei had stopped, Lu Chunyang slowly spoke with a smile on his face.

Jiang Zhiwei's expression moved slightly. He couldn't explain the origin of this set of Holy Spirit Sword Techniques. He didn't know how to respond and remained silent.

Although Lu Chunyang didn't know the name of Jiang Zhiwei's sword technique, he also understood that Jiang Zhiwei probably obtained this sword technique from the Six Paths of Reincarnation World.

"Although your swordsmanship is considered to be superb, it's still incomplete and probably incomplete!"

Jiang Zhiwei's mind moved, but she didn't expect Lu Chunyang to see the mystery and imperfection of this swordsmanship at just one glance, and sighed.

"This set of swordsmanship has twenty-three styles in total. The first eighteen styles of swordsmanship are the sentimental swordsmanship. The nineteenth style of swordsmanship begins to turn into the ruthless swordsmanship. The last twenty-three swordsmanship is the sublimation of this swordsmanship. Even on location He’s pretty good at swordsmanship!”

"I only got the first twenty-two moves of this set of swordsmanship, but I didn't get the last twenty-three swordsmanship!"

Lu Chunyang suddenly understood. Jiang Zhiwei had said it so clearly. He immediately understood that this sword technique was the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. He recalled the sword technique that Jiang Zhiwei had just practiced in his mind, thought for a moment, and said.

"The sword is extremely fast and powerful. The sword eighteen can capture three or three inexhaustibly, and the six or six can be created with infinite intention. The ability to trap the enemy with the sword net is the ultimate in this set of swordsmanship! The sword nineteen to the sword Twenty-two, these four sword techniques are cruel and merciless, and their style is different from the first eighteen movements. They are ruthless and righteous sword techniques."

"So the final Sword Twenty-Three should be able to evolve into two completely different paths!"

"One is the sublimation of sentimental swordsmanship, which should be called the Twenty-three Swords of Heaven and Earth; the other is the ultimate of ruthless swordsmanship, the Twenty-Three Swords of Destroying Heaven and Earth!"

"If you can understand the reality of yin and yang, the realm of unity and non-integration, you can integrate the two paths and deduce a more powerful Sword Twenty-Three. Even in outdoor swordsmanship, you can be considered top-notch!"

After that, Lu Chunyang waved the mahogany sword lightly in his hand, the space froze, the senses were stagnant, everything was in a state of stillness, and a sword light was extremely bright and chilling, and rushed into the sky. A sword intent that combines yin and yang, transforming reality and reality, pierces the sky, and is extremely terrifying.

"That was Sword Twenty-Three just now?!"

The sword light dissipated and the sword energy disappeared. Only then could Jiang Zhiwei's thoughts start to work again. She looked at Lu Chunyang in great horror. The uncle just looked at the Holy Spirit Sword Technique once and deduced that Sword Twenty-Three was different from the six-path reincarnation space. Sword Twenty-Three, this is a brand new Sword Twenty-Three, which combines the sentimental swordsmanship and the ruthless swordsmanship into one.

"Uncle, how did you do this?"

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes were bright and she looked at Lu Chunyang with excitement. She was a swordsman who loved swords as much as her life. Seeing exquisite swordsmanship was like drinking fine wine.

"I just integrated the yin and yang principles of Tai Chi swordsmanship into your swordsmanship and derived the new Sword Twenty-Three!"

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes were thoughtful. Ever since she got a hint of Tai Chi sword theory from Lu Chunyang, she has never studied this Tai Chi sword technique. She never thought that the Holy Spirit sword technique can understand the sword theory from the perspective of yin and yang. This is simply opening up. Her new understanding of swordsmanship.

"The yin and yang of Tai Chi encompasses all things. Sentence and ruthlessness are not manifestations of yin and yang. As long as you understand this clearly, you can realize your own Sword Twenty-Three!"

Lu Chunyang put away the mahogany sword, turned around and left without taking a single cloud with him, which was extremely chic.

Jiang Zhiwei stared blankly at the departing Lu Chunyang, feeling extremely shocked. She suddenly found that she could no longer see through this uncle at all. He was so mysterious and powerful that it almost gave her the feeling of meeting her master Su Wuming.

"Uncle, after I revoked my skills and re-cultivated my skills, I seem to have become a different person. My cultivation level has reached a level beyond my understanding!"

Jiang Zhi sighed slightly, put away the White Rainbow Sun Sword, stood still, and slowly closed her eyes. The scene where Lu Chunyang used Sword Twenty-Three just now appeared in her mind, with incomparable clarity and careful attention. Feeling the mystery, the aura on his body floated, and the true energy circulated crazily, rushing towards his mouth, slowly opening an acupuncture point that was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. A sword intent emerged from his body, unparalleled sharp and extremely pure, Jiang Zhiwei opened the first Seven orifices, mouth orifices, further progress in cultivation.

Lu Chunyang looked back at Jiang Zhiwei and showed an expression of relief. Children can be taught, and it was worthwhile for him to use the sword twenty-three he had learned once.

The martial arts world is always uneasy, but this has nothing to do with Lu Chunyang. He practices with great concentration in the Xijian Pavilion, practicing swordsmanship at sunrise, rain or shine. During this process, the world of six paths of reincarnation has opened up again. This time it is a single-player mission. Lu Chunyang sneaked into it secretly, awakened many others, and stirred up the situation in the small world, with both joy and sorrow, which made him stronger and advanced to the sixth level of the outdoor scene, just a hair away from the master.

On this day, Lu Chunyang was very restless and walked out of the Xijian Pavilion. He was ready to travel around the world, cross the second ladder, and achieve the status of a grandmaster.

Liushaji is the last market town that enters the vast sea of ​​death in the west. After leaving the market, you can see the vast expanse of gravel, desolation and depression. The few tenacious and twisted greens not only fail to bring the pulse of life, but instead set off the vast silence of the Gobi.

The Western Region is the collective name for the vast area to the west of the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It is not actually a comprehensive concept. Since leaving the Yumen Pass, hundreds of countries have stood up, and deserts and Gobis are everywhere. There are several places such as the Sea of ​​Death, the God Burial Desert, and the West Pole Desert, and there are many oases and underground rivers in their hinterlands, forming a wonderful and exotic atmosphere.

A previous generation of location experts who traveled to the Western Regions once said that the Western Regions can be said to be deserts and Gobis wrapped around oases and countries. It can also be said to be countless countries with deserts and Gobis mixed in. The only exception is the Snowy Mountains in the north. The endless abyss starts from the sea and ends at Yumen Pass, stretching for countless thousands of miles and running through the entire Western Region.

And deep in the Snowy Mountains, there are rumors that there are the tombs of nine immortals from the ancient mythological era, which suppressed the endless sea. Among the six sword-wielding sects, the Snow Mountain Sect is said to have grown from the generations of tomb-keepers.

The strong wind mixed with gravel was as sharp as ice, blowing towards the quicksand market, shrouding the market town in sand and dust, making it difficult to see for three feet and making it difficult to hear. Since leaving Xijiang Pavilion at the height of autumn, Lu Chunyang has been traveling leisurely. He has seen the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as the grasslands and mountains. The countless customs and customs have opened his eyes.

It was already March in Yangchun, and Lu Chunyang came to the quicksand gathering in the Western Regions. The Western Regions were still as cold as winter. Lu Chunyang looked at the dust around him, at the trees around him that were stained with decadence and dimness, and at the camels with bells dangling from their heads. He could see the scenery of the Western Regions at a glance.

There are very few pedestrians in Jishang. People who live here have gone back to their homes to avoid the strong wind and sand. Only merchants, rangers, travelers, etc. are still walking to the only inn in Jishang despite the wind and sand.

The water and soil of one place support one person, which has its own differences, and some people in the Western Region are said to be descendants of gods and demons, so they inevitably have special shapes. Many pedestrians have high noses, deep eyes, and strange-colored pupils, which are unusual among the people in the Central Plains. What's more, some of them have double horns on their heads and open eyes between their eyebrows, making them look like monsters.

Lu Chunyang stepped into the inn where Hanhai's first flag was hanging. He first saw the counter, which was right next to the door. It was messily filled with papers, brushes, account books and other items.

The shopkeeper is a woman wearing a black dress. She is in her mid-twenties, dressed as a woman, with willowy eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Her face is as beautiful as a blooming flower. She is full of femininity and attracts the customers who come and go to be either discerning or sneaky. Look around. She rested her chin on her right hand and lazily looked at the account book. The expression on her face, which was made even whiter by the black dress, was cold, as if everyone in the inn owed her a hundred taels of silver.

"Shopkeeper, I want a room and bring me a table of food!"

Lu Chunyang's eyes swept across the shopkeeper's face. This woman was not simple. She actually had the cultivation level of the outside world. Although it was not as good as the master level, it still gave people a feeling of extreme danger. She had obviously practiced powerful skills. , the combat power is astonishing, not inferior to the masters, no wonder they can open an inn in this quicksand.

"Fifty taels of silver per night, plus meal expenses!"

Lu Chunyang secretly sighed that the monopoly business was indeed easy to do, and it actually cost five taels of silver a night, which was enough to stay in a luxury inn elsewhere for five days. But who told Liushaji to only have this inn? Lu Chunyang could only pay the money obediently. Let the shopkeeper cut the leeks.

"Go to the westmost room on the second floor by yourself! You can only eat in the lobby!"

In the lobby of the inn, there were more than twenty tables, all of which were full of people. Some were clapping hands and drinking, some were talking loudly, and some were whispering in low voices. It was very lively.

Some of these guests are in shorts and shorts, and they look like practitioners at first glance, some are dressed in a profligate style, but have an aura of wealth, some are dressed in Confucian robes, and although they are in the hustle and bustle, they still have a bit of the elegance of scholars, and some Then the head is covered, the robe covers the body, and the person is dressed as a shake. These are people who travel through the deserts of the Western Regions and Gobi all year round to make a living, and there are many horse bandits and robbers among them.

Lu Chunyang chose a corner table and sat down. He hid his body in the shadows and remained silent, without much sense of presence.

"Shopkeeper, your wine isn't strong enough. Has it been mixed with water?"

Suddenly, a young guest stood up suddenly, with an angry look on his face, and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, the entire lobby fell silent, and all the guests looked at this dumbfounded young man. It must be his first time in this quicksand market, otherwise why would he ask such a stupid question?

The shopkeeper suddenly raised his head, his eyebrows stood up, his starry eyes glared, and he cursed extremely fiercely.

"Where did you come from? You're a turtle bastard. He tells lies with open eyes. He likes to drink. If you don't drink, get out of here!"

The young man didn't expect the shopkeeper's answer at all. He stood there stupidly for a moment, at a loss what to do!

"Ha ha."

Everyone burst into laughter, and some even pounded the table excitedly, as if they had expected such treatment from the young man.

"Haha, I'm laughing so hard that someone actually dares to yell at Jiuniang."

"Don't talk to me. I'm almost crying and laughing. Where did this green-headed boy come from?"

Lu Chunyang glanced at the woman in black known as Jiuniang, the corners of his eyes twitched twice, lowered his head and smelled the bowl of wine on his table, and murmured.

"This is not wine mixed with water, it's water mixed with wine. The young man just can't speak!"

Lu Chunyang sighed endlessly. Jiu Niang was so kind. She could obviously steal money, but she mixed wine with the water. She was so kind and touching.

Lu Chunyang lowered his head and ate the mutton without touching the bowl of water mixed with wine. He was not used to drinking such water.

Qu Jiuniang, whose life experience is unknown, opened the first inn in Hanhai here ten years ago. At first, she was alone and her appearance was outstanding, which caused a lot of trouble. However, anyone who dared to attack her would die outside the set, depending on the severity of the case. Some people were hanging naked on the wine flags of the inn, and no one was spared. After that, the troubles were reduced. Everyone knew that Qu Jiuniang was not a character to be trifled with, but a master of exterior scenes.

After Lu Chunyang finished eating, he went upstairs to rest. There was only a bed, a table and two chairs in the room. It was old but not dirty. The living environment was pretty good in Liushaji. Lu Chunyang slept in his clothes, with a peach tree on hand. Sword, I kept a little vigilance in my mind. In such a mixed place, I naturally didn't dare to sleep too much.

The next morning, the sun hung high, making the cold Western Region a little warmer. Lu Chunyang walked out from the second floor. At this time, there were fewer guests in the lobby, and there was no noise like yesterday.

"Shopkeeper, prepare a roast leg of lamb and a roast chicken for me!"

Lu Chunyang has a huge appetite, and warriors who refine their essence and transform their energy are all big-bellied men. Not only can they eat an ox a day, but they can still eat a sheep without any problem.

Lu Chunyang gnawed on the leg of lamb that had just been baked. It was juicy, tender and delicious. Suddenly Lu Chunyang raised his head and looked at the vast sea on the other side. Two powerful auras came from the distance. It was extremely terrifying. Lu Chunyang put down the leg of lamb in his hand, and his eyes There was a sword light flashing inside, a smile on his face, and he whispered.

"It's actually two masters fighting, one is a Shaolin master and the other is an evil master!"

Outside the inn, countless winds and sands rolled up, covering hundreds of miles in radius. The oasis at the foot of the mountain on the back of the small peak in the north of the quicksand withered instantly. The cattle and sheep herdsmen stood dehydrated one by one, like mummies. The earth was cracked inch by inch, like a natural disaster.

With the top of the hill as the core, the gravel is like a dragon, blocking out the sky and the sun, rolling into the sky in circles, as if the most terrifying sandstorm is coming. And in the swirling hurricane of sand, there are vague shadows. They are twisted, shapeless, and gloomy. They scream shrilly and keep rushing towards the top of the mountain.

"The innocent soul, Eighteen Pai, is actually the crying old man who is ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking. No wonder he has such a strong evil spirit and dares to kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

The Crying Old Man, whose real name is unknown, is a grandmaster at the peak of outdoor scenes. He is active in Longxi of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Vast Sea of ​​Death, and the God Burial Desert. He is ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking. His skills are Kuangsha Magic and Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls. He is known as Gai Dai is fierce and stubborn.

Don’t think that the Crying Old Man is only ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking, and think that he is nothing. You must know that there are only ten Dharma-height people on the Heavenly Ranking. Even if you include masters who are reclusive, reclusive, or have no known reputation, the Crying Old Man is still among the top 10. One of the top sixty terrifying people in the world.

Outside the Quicksand Collection, shrouded in wind and sand, the fairly normal soil is dry and cracked, extending from the hill to the interior of the Collection, and then to the area behind.

On the set, pedestrians were stunned one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was shriveled, and there were black shadows struggling to come out of their bodies. The wind and sand hit the outside of Hanhai's first home, making a dense crackling sound, causing the seemingly shabby inn to sway and make a creaking sound. It seemed that it would soon lose its moisture, turn into powder, and collapse. land.

And inside the inn, the tables of guests were like the herdsmen outside, becoming sluggish and about to lose their minds.

Qu Jiuniang stood up immediately, raised her eyebrows, and shouted loudly.

"If you are old and immortal, be careful of God's punishment. The inn where I give birth to a son without an asshole invites you to mess with you."

Following her cold scolding, a cold wind seemed to blow through the inn. All the guests who were dining and staying shuddered and woke up. They looked at each other with fear. At the same time, the wooden panels on the exterior walls of the inn were also gone. There were no signs of dehydration, but they were still swaying and creaking under the wind and sand.

Qu Jiuniang then moved her gaze to a corner. On her hand were a half-eaten leg of lamb and a complete roast chicken. The man in Taoist robes had disappeared.

"You dare to join in the fun even though the masters are fighting each other. You deserve to die. It has nothing to do with me!"

Qu Jiuniang withdrew her gaze, walked behind the counter again and sat down, resting her chin on her right hand, her snow-white face full of coldness. Things outside the inn had nothing to do with her, she just wanted to protect her first home in the world.