One Sword Seals Immortals

A bowl of noodles.

A bowl of ordinary Yangchun noodles, with a few green vegetables and a boiled egg.

Holding the chopsticks, Fu Hanzhou looked carefully for a long while, and finally confirmed: the owner of the village can really do it with his own hands.

Fu Hanzhou: "..."

Ying Longcheng: "What?"

Fu Hanzhou shook his head amusedly and said, "It's nothing, I thought you would blow up the kitchen or something."

As he spoke, he picked up the noodles and found that they were really even in thickness and as thin as a dragon's beard.

Thinking that it was made by the current sword god with his own hands, this bowl of noodles is worth a lot.

Fu Hanzhou happily took a big mouthful, then fell silent.

Sword God, he will only go down, and will not put salt.

This bowl of noodles is as light as a bird.

Fu Hanzhou tried hard to swallow for half an hour, and finally finished eating the smooth noodles.

Ying Longcheng: "Hard to swallow?"

Fu Hanzhou: "It's nothing, I was so moved that I choked up, and I ate slowly..." Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Mouth sourly: "╭(╯^╰)╮Master has never been so gentle when the noodles are not delicious!!"

After a while, Fu Hanzhou finally had his stomach full.

He didn't make a draft in his mind, but he still told Ying Longcheng what happened in the past few days.

He did not explain his thoughts of preparing to die when he left the Palace of Bliss. Fu Hanzhou only said that after he was found by Bei Chen outside, they almost froze to death on the snow mountain, but by chance, they were given by Feng Li Ying and his mother Feng Yan. Saved.

Then, it was Fu Hanzhou who sneaked away at night and came to the Vajra Sect to find Yinglongcheng.

After hearing this, Ying Longcheng said in a low voice: "Brave."

Fu Hanzhou was taken aback.

He imagined many kinds of reactions from Ying Longcheng, and he was prepared to be scolded, but he didn't expect that it was just two short words, which suddenly made him feel uneasy.

The Sword God sighed, and said: "Since you have been unconscious for half a day after being rescued, how can you be able to get up and move without hindrance? You are just forcing yourself."

Fu Hanzhou did not speak for a long time.

It's not that he doesn't feel cold, it's not that he doesn't feel pain, and he's not a hard-hearted person.

He's just too used to being brave by himself, there's no need to complain anymore, he thinks no one will be listening.

Ying Longcheng saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't force it.

He stood up, combed Fu Hanzhou's long hair, and then tied it up—he was barely proficient in doing this.

After a while, Fu Hanzhou suddenly said: "When I stepped into this river and lake, I thought it was all a story of happiness and enmity, but I didn't expect that there would be many helpless battles, countless wounds, Gu poison, pain and exhaustion. .I do always seem to be brave, but if I don’t, I can’t do so many things.”

Ying Longcheng said: "The rivers and lakes are generally like this."

Fu Hanzhou asked: "Have you gotten used to this kind of arena? Have you ever thought about retiring? I mean, suppose there is a way that allows you to live in another peaceful world..."

"I was born in Hoan Kiem Villa, and I have long been a part of the Jianghu." Ying Longcheng said indifferently, "Because I know this well, I don't want to see you reluctantly. I hope that you will be free from worry and fear, and have a happy life in Xiangzhou." My teacher... there are many winds and rains outside, and I can deal with them myself, this is the meaning of the existence of martial arts."

Fu Hanzhou smiled suddenly, and said, "But if I were just an ordinary teacher, you probably wouldn't see the sword dancing scene under the moon, and you wouldn't have a chance to recognize me. Even if you did, you probably wouldn't feel sorry for me." interest, and would not like me."

Ying Longcheng said: "Swordsmanship is a part of you, and being brave is also a part of you. You only need to be responsible for appearing in front of me. The rest about liking you is a part of me."

Fu Hanzhou laughed, pursed his lips, and said embarrassingly: "Do you know how small the probability of two mortals meeting each other in the huge three thousand worlds? I think in the remaining two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine worlds, you They are all Yinglong City who is too forgetful."

"Really?" Ying Longcheng lowered his head and said softly, "You are very lucky, among the three thousand Yinglong cities, only the one in front of you is alive."

"Master Sword God alive." Fu Hanzhou is an ordinary person, and finally couldn't help whispering, "You are so handsome, come and kiss me."

They snuggled together in the bedroom for a while, combing each other's wet feathers like a pair of swallows just returning from a storm.

There was the sound of melting ice and snow on the edge of the window, and the aroma of white flour wafted from the bowl on the table.

Fu Hanzhou had never thought about or experienced such a moment. He was so warm that he wanted to sigh, and he always felt that he would never endure the cold on the Tianshan Mountains and the loneliness during the Spring Festival again.

It's over.

If he hadn't bothered, Fu Hanzhou would have kissed the sword god himself.

However, they were suddenly awakened by the ringing of a bell.

Fu Hanzhou thought that the giant bell would be rung only when something important happened in the Vajra Sect, so he immediately pricked up his ears vigilantly to see what was happening outside the door.

——A false alarm.

After last night's incident, Vajra Sect was in a mess inside and outside.

After many disciples fled down the mountain overnight, many of them have not returned.

Now half of the Seven Star Pagoda is full of ruins, and the giant clock is blackened by the smoke, and the monks are working together to move it down and scrub it.

The bells they heard came from the movement here.

Fu Hanzhou regained some strength, and walked with Ying Longcheng in the Vajra Sect for a while.

However, the sword pool is as usual, but the Tianwen hanging on it has returned to the hands of the sword god.

Since Fu Hanzhou had also turned back into the lacquered shadow sword, he naturally took back the Feng Ting sword hidden under the eaves.

The two swordsmen walked side by side in the monk's temple, attracting the attention of many people.

At this time, most of the monks are performing rituals for Chan Master Wu Nian in the hall.

When Wu Nian passed away, most people were not present. They only knew that his body was smiling, as if he had truly seen the bliss of the Western Paradise.

According to the rules of Vajra Sect, all the monks parked his body in the dharma hall, enshrined a tablet in front of the altar, and recited the Buddhist scriptures together to save the dead. It took a full seven days.

After that, they will cremate and enshrine the relic left by Wu Nian in the Seven Star Pagoda.

Fu Hanzhou asked Ying Longcheng if he wanted to enter the Dharma Hall and also participate in the funeral process.

But Ying Longcheng shook his head, and said: "Since he has become a monk, he is throwing away the world of mortals, and has nothing to do with me—cleanness and no thoughts must be his original intention."

Even if he didn't go out, Wu Nian only cared about Thirteen Chapters of Heavenly Questions and Mrs. Honglian in his life, and never really paid attention to other things.

Fu Hanzhou understood that feeling, and gently held Ying Longcheng's hand.

The two of them acted as passers-by, and went up to burn three sticks of incense.

Sandalwood is lingering in the Buddhist hall, and the monks' eyes are compassionate, and their voices are holy and ethereal while bowing their heads and chanting sutras.

It wasn't until this time that Fu Hanzhou could feel that the Vajra Sect was definitely different from the Jianghu sect.

Probably also affected by the atmosphere, Feng Liying actually mixed in among the monks.

A string of Buddhist beads was wrapped around his wrist, and he didn't know where it came from. He flipped through a Buddhist scripture with the other hand.

But judging by the way he was scratching his head, he probably couldn't read a few lines.

Fu Hanzhou didn't bother him.

After coming out of the court, the players outside were chattering loudly.

Fu Hanzhou wanted to continue chatting with Ying Longcheng, so he said, "Let's sit on the back mountain for a while, I have something to say."

The back of Lianhua Mountain is lush with deep trees.

The two walked along the trail and found that this was a road used by monks to fetch water, but the well had dried up.

Beside the well, there is still a stone with the words "Gujing Wubo" engraved on it.

Just by looking at the shape of the characters, Fu Hanzhou could feel a sword intent rushing towards his face.

——This must have been engraved by Wu Nian, no matter how much he chanted scriptures and chanted Buddha, he would not be able to erase the sword skills engraved in his bones in the end.

Fu Hanzhou read the words "Gujing Wubo" again, feeling a bit of Zen.

At this moment, Ying Longcheng's two fingers joined together as sword fingers, and the sword energy criss-crossed the back of the boulder, and carved four new words:

【Cannot be transferred】.

Fu Hanzhou was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "This..."

——The ancient well has no waves, so it cannot be turned?

Fu Hanzhou took a look at it and thought it was very interesting, and soon he also felt the sword intent from Yinglong City from the four words "unchanging".

Since yesterday, the sword god has already been regarded as a half-step void, and has officially stepped into the realm of returning to nature. The whole person no longer has a vague sword intent, but seems to be integrated into the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

His swordsmanship is also like a horse flying in the sky, without a trace, what is left in these four spaces seems to be the pen and ink of an immortal.

It's still very familiar, and it makes people feel unspeakable throbbing.

Seeing this, Fu Hanzhou suddenly heard a system prompt:

[System: Ding!You got a little bit of information about swordsmanship from the stele (1/3), and you will get the skill "Sword Heart (Passive, Exclusive)" after collecting all the information. 】

Fu Hanzhou's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect that this was the opportunity for him to break through the innate realm.

A complete sword heart is a necessary condition to become a master of swordsmanship, but a little understanding of sword heart is enough to be promoted to innate.

The conditions for innate realm (level 100) include:

[-]. Comprehension of a weapon skill;

100. The total level of internal skill skills reaches level [-];

250. The total level of all martial arts skills reaches level [-];

[-]. Sufficient combat experience;

[-]. Complete the special breakthrough copy.

Fu Hanzhou has now completed the first two, and the experience one will soon be achieved.

Good things came one after another, and Fu Hanzhou was so happy that he drew out his Feng Ting Sword, raised his eyebrows and said, "Take my sword!"

Ying Longcheng didn't turn his head back, and pointed his hands together, clamping the tip of Fu Hanzhou's light sword.

The two then advanced and retreated, flew up among the trees, and started exchanging sword skills.

At this time, Ying Longcheng's sword had reached the peak of perfection, and he didn't take out the sheath, but fought with the scabbard together, which seemed to be understatement and a bit free and easy.

Fu Hanzhou didn't need to use all his strength, because his swordsmanship was too murderous, and he always returned when he saw blood, so he was still a little reluctant to use it against the sword god.

Both of them were obviously ruthless swords, but they danced abruptly into nondescript sentient swords, and for a long time they couldn't even hurt a single leaf.

While enjoying himself, Fu Hanzhou said, "I kind of understand why you swordsmen choose either the sword or love, but you still can't have both."

He was distracted while speaking, Ying Longcheng suddenly took advantage of the situation to bully him.

Fu Hanzhou flitted back, but was blocked by the trunk of an old tree.

The Tianwen sword scabbard quietly touched his ear, making him unable to escape, and an ice silk sword tassel was swaying in the spring light.

Ying Longcheng said with a smile in his eyes, "What do you choose?"

Fu Hanzhou didn't speak, just smiled and hooked his fingers.