I just want to be a quiet man

The brilliance of the technique bloomed and swept over in an instant.

"Zheng!"

The flying sword was unsheathed, and in the clear sound, it quickly broke through the heavy attacks.

After a long while, Jianxiu's robe was stained with blood and his breath was messy, but his eyes were still sharp, reflecting the cold light of the returning flying sword.

"Keng!"

The long sword was back in its sheath, and when he flicked his sleeves, he had already fled into the sky.

Behind them, five headless corpses were slowly falling down. The sword intent could not be condensed. The gems inlaid on the golden crown flickered several times to no avail.

Before Pei Ling could think about it, the surroundings were rippling like smoke for a moment, and he saw himself walking on a steep mountain path with a light robe and a long sword on his back.

This mountain peak is located in the mountains, the sea of ​​clouds is vast, the spirit beasts are flying back, the haze is like a belt, and the misty forests are more and more dusty.

Pei Ling walked in big strides, followed by a girl in a purple pink skirt who also carried a long sword.

Yan Ruo Shunhua, a young girl, has an apricot face and peach cheeks, and a slender but vigorous figure. When walking on the mountain path, she looks like a deer wandering in the forest.

Her head is full of blue silk in a double snail bun, with a pair of begonia flowers on her hairpin. The red crow pendant next to her ears sways slightly with her steps, as if dyed by gemstones. The girl's cheeks are slightly flushed, and her lips are red and her teeth are white. With bright eyes, she bit her vermilion lips lightly for a moment, seeming to muster up her courage, and asked in a crisp voice: "Brother, I don't quite understand the swordsmanship taught by Master last time, can you go to my cave and talk about it?"

As she spoke, she tentatively grabbed Pei Ling's clothes.

Seeing that he was walking non-stop, Pei Ling said in a flat voice: "Master, you have a high level of cultivation and are busy with affairs. You took the time to teach us, but you didn't take a photo?"

The girl froze for a moment, and then said with a lack of confidence: "I... I accidentally damaged my photo."

"Damn it?" Pei Ling frowned when he saw it, and there was displeasure in his tone, "Why are you so careless about something so important?"

"Senior brother..." The girl grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands, twisted her delicate body slightly, trying to act coquettishly.

However, the next moment, she was brushed away, and Pei Ling said coldly: "I have no intention of remorse for ruining the picture, so frivolous, it is an insult to the teacher!"

"Go to Houya and think about it for a month."

"Wait for the master to go out next time, go forward and report it, and wait for it to be dealt with!"

The girl's face froze, and there was water in her eyes: "Senior brother, you..."

"Why? Dissatisfied?" Pei Linghan yelled, "My Han'an Sword Sect is the holy land of sword cultivators in the world. You can enter the sect to practice and worship under the master's sect, which is the dream of countless sword cultivators but is impossible due to various reasons! "

"Not only do you not want to practice hard, you study the way of swords hard, but you can even destroy the photos of the master's lectures. You are so careless and idle. How can you be worthy of the flying sword in your hand and your sword heart?"

"Miss your first offense, this time you will be dealt with lightly."

"Next time, I will personally throw you to Sword Sha Valley!"

Speaking of this, seeing the girl standing still, staring at him in a daze, with tears streaming down her cheeks, Pei Ling became even more indifferent, and said, "If you don't go to the back cliff within ten breaths, you will be punished!"

"...The picture is not bad." The girl heard the words, her tears became more and more violent, and her voice choked up, "I... I just... just want to stay with the brother for a while..."

Pei Ling listened, unmoved at all, stared at the girl coldly, and said word by word: "If you bother me with such meaningless things next time, don't blame me for throwing you into Sword Sha Valley! "

The girl opened her mouth slightly and said, "Brother, you..."

Her chest heaved violently, her blushing cheeks were instantly pale as paper, but she didn't say any more, but turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing the girl's disappearing figure quickly disappearing into the mountain mist, Pei Ling nodded slightly, and said to herself, "It's finally quiet..."

Soon, he came to an uninhabited hillside and began to practice swords.

The sword light splashed like sudden snow, and among them, Pei Ling saw again that he sometimes hunted in blue shirt, carried a long sword, and flew above the vast forest, searching for demon cultivators and driving them to extinction; He turned the tide and rescued countless mortal beings; sometimes he gathered his clothes and sat quietly in a secret room, comprehending swordsmanship; Give it all...

One day, he stood up from the secret room, opened the portal formation, and the long wind blew across the mountains of Jianzong, carrying the dampness between the clouds and the unique coldness of Jianzong, and rolled up a corner of indigo blue majesticly. sleeves.

Outside the secret room, several young men and women of different heights knelt on one knee, with respectful gestures, and said in unison: "Welcome Master to leave the gate!"

Pei Ling looked around, nodded slightly, his whole body was introverted, and the surging power in his body was unrestrained. It seemed that picking up the stars, taking the moon, and moving mountains and seas was just a thought, but he had already entered the stage of harmony.

He asked a few questions about everyone's practice, and appointed the oldest male cultivator among them as the leader of his lineage: "I am a teacher on a whim, and I know the opportunity to overcome the catastrophe."

"It's just that there are great opportunities in this trip, but there are also great dangers."

"Arrange future affairs first today. If I don't come back once I leave, you should be self-reliant and self-reliant in the future, and practice hard. Don't fall into my reputation as Wei Duanju!"

The disciples were startled, and they were still waiting to be persuaded, when Pei Ling flicked his robe sleeves, and his body turned into a sword light, and his trace was faint, and he was thousands of miles away.

... In the dazed post station, in the lobby, Pei Ling suddenly came to his senses.

I remembered!

Wei Duanju, he is Wei Duanju of the Cold Dark Sword Sect!

Chapter 2 and Seven: Immortal road is difficult.

The black water is as heavy as iron.

The dome of the sky hangs low, as if it is within reach.

A lonely island stands quietly between the sea and the sky, and the red and white roses on the island are blooming freely, like a fire.

In the middle, a huge mulberry tree towers into the sky.

Its branches and leaves stretch, covering the entire island, in the cold wind, but the whirling branches and leaves are heard.

The pure white mist rolled like a tide, and under the extremely thick and simple tree, a giant as tall as a mountain came striding forward.

The giant's waist was tied with grass felt, and his chest was exposed. On his face, which was as rigid as a rock, there were colorful runes smeared on it.

He had just walked in front of the ancient mulberry tree, and the tree body had already opened its dense eyes.

The giant asked with a loud voice: "The inheritor of the 'curse' hasn't come out yet?"

Since Guisang explained the situation of the inheritor of the "curse" to him last time, he would come over every once in a while and ask Guisang about the specific situation of the inheritor.

Gui Sang stared at the giant in front of him without blinking, and replied in an old voice: "He is still within the third gate."

The giant pondered slightly, then said immediately: "I see."

"If the inheritor of the 'curse' comes out, tell me immediately."

Gui Sang was silent for a moment, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "...he may not be able to come out."

The giant's expression suddenly became dignified, and the aura around him suddenly exploded, as if he had transformed from a strong alien race into an ancient beast. The barbaric and violent breath was like an invisible tide surging.

After a while, the giant still asked loudly, "Why?"

Guisang said slowly: "One of my seeds has woken up."

The giant asked in a deep voice: "The inheritor of the 'curse', what is his cultivation level now?"

"Void return late stage." Guisang replied flatly.

The giant stopped talking immediately, and in the late stage of returning to the void...

With the inheritance of the "curse", with the method that the other party can set foot on the Yousu Tomb and pass through the first two gates, as long as the inheritor enters the right path, he has a chance of winning, but in the late stage of returning to the void... his cultivation is too low!

At this time, Gui Sang seemed to be pondering slightly, and then said: "This inheritor, apart from his low cultivation, also encountered a very special situation..."

"At the beginning, when the 'curse' was arranged for inheritance, the seeds were completely banned."

"At that time, as long as the inheritor enters the third gate and walks through the nine stations, the seeds will be available at his fingertips."

"The reason why this seed is in the third gate is originally the opportunity prepared by the 'curse' for the inheritors to overcome the calamity..."

"Now it has awakened..."

Hearing this, the giant asked in a low voice: "Since the layout of the 'curse' has changed, can you take action and rescue it?"

Gui Sang said very directly: "No."

"This inheritor is not a cursed ghost, but a living person!"

"The living who enter Yousu Tomb will be disgusted and cursed by this place."

"If he hadn't been highly valued in the sect, and there was a magic weapon to suppress his fate and luck for him, he would have suffered a lot of bad luck and cast a thousand curses on him as early as when he entered Yousu's tomb."

"What's more, he did not intend to transform into a dead person on this trip, but to seek the inheritance that should belong to ghosts as a living person. You should know that this means that he will seize part of the luck of Yousu Tomb. .”

"For the sake of the 'curse', we temporarily tolerate his stay."

"But it's impossible to give him any more help."

"As a living person, if he wants to get this opportunity, he must completely rely on himself."

"No matter how the situation in the third gate evolves or changes...as long as the opportunity is still there, we can still wait for the latecomers."

"I will only watch and will not interfere in any way."

"Besides, such a change may be a part of the arrangement of the 'curse'..."

Speaking of this, there was a short pause, and Guisang spoke again, and said slowly, "The big waves washed the sand, and the monk who can reach the last step, who is not amazing and brilliant all the way, amazed countless seekers, and broke the heart of Dao?"

"However, since ancient times, how many ascenders?"

"Xianlu, how can it be so easy?"

The giant was silent.

Gui Sang didn't say much anymore.

The two sides were relatively silent, and after a long silence, Guisang said just now: "Your time is short, if you continue to wait, you may not get the result you want."

"Let's go back."

"Do what you really want to do."

The giant looked resolute and just shook his head: "There is only one thing I have to do now."

"I will continue to wait!"

With that said, he stopped staying and turned to leave.

The sound of heavy footsteps soon faded away.

The dark wind blew past, and the densely packed eyes of the tree body were all closed.

The surroundings returned to calm, and in the dead silence like a cemetery, there were only red and white roses blooming in the dark branches and leaves, blooming wildly, like blood surpassing snow.

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Yousu grave.

The land of good fortune.

In the third door.

post station.

The lobby seemed to be completely closed and plunged into a near-empty darkness.

In the only place where there is a little confusion, there are two figures standing, facing each other from a distance through the darkness.

One of the figures, in black robe and soap boots, was carrying a gorgeous and bloody long knife. He had a stern demeanor, and seemed to have endless blood lingering on his side. He looked ferocious and cruel, but his aura and expression were vaguely treacherous.

And in the corner facing each other, stood a figure in a blue shirt holding a sword, with sharp eyebrows and eyes as bright as lightning. His complexion was changing, as if he was struggling.

At this time, Pei Ling was no longer running [Eclipse Secret Record], but Jianxiu's appearance had not changed at all. Even he himself thought that he was Wei Duanju of the Cold Dark Sword Sect!

The only thing that made him feel wrong was that the fate in his body was being lost at a very exaggerated speed!

He has Wei Duanju's appearance...he has Wei Duanju's memory...he has Wei Duanju's natal flying sword...

He is Wei Duanju!

But what's going on with his fate right now?

If this continues, he will die soon!

In the end... what went wrong?

Suddenly, Pei Ling in the black robe and soap boots asked again in a cold and majestic voice: "Who are you?"

Pei Ling replied uncontrollably, "I'm Wei..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the anxiety in his heart suddenly intensified!

It seems that as long as he says the name "Wei Duanju", he will lose his cultivation, memory, life...everything he once had!

At this moment, like a huge wave rushing to the top, a strong sense of crisis, mixed with an extremely heavy breath of death, came suddenly, drowning Pei Ling almost instantly.

Pei Ling woke up suddenly!

Immediately, he didn't care about who he was, and immediately murmured in his heart: "System, I want to practice, one-click custody [Ten Thousand Souls Curse]!"