Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Lin Zi walked alone in the narrow alley on New Year's Eve.

Scattered firecrackers sounded from time to time, and he lost his mind before stepping on a shallow puddle.The cotton-soled cloth shoes were soaked quickly, and the chill spread from the soles of the feet to the heart.Along the way, there was no umbrella. At this time, the shoulders were covered with snowflakes, and they got into the cotton clothes after melting.

It's just a wet body.

If you turn around at this time, you can go back to the inn.Even if Shen Ke, a hopeless guy, is already drunk and unconscious, he can ask the shopkeeper for a stove, dry his clothes and cloth shoes, get into the warm mattress, and have a sweet dream for the coming year.

Can't go back.Nor should I look back.

Lin Ziyou quickened his pace and no longer deliberately avoided the puddles, as if he could get rid of some useless burdens by running fast.

When he reached Chengxi Valley Shrine, he stopped.

He only has a burden and a sword on his body.What was contained in the baggage were the panacea and elixir he had saved up over the years, magic weapons of no great use, hundreds of taels of silver, and some low-level exercises that were distributed to his disciples.It's not a good thing, but he really can't offer more.

The Valley Shrine is so dilapidated that even homeless people don't bother to patronize it.The old talisman at the door rattled in the wind, and there were no fewer puddles in the temple than outside.

After the forest went around to the statue, fortunately, the roof tiles were still in good condition, and the scattered dry grass was not wet.He removed the bundle and buried it under a pile of hay.

"Almost forgot."

Pushing aside the haystack with his toes, he thoughtfully took out half of an ancient scroll from his pack.The second half of the ancient scroll was scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire.Lin Ziyou picked out this half of the ancient scroll, and he had long been familiar with the words on it.It was like a treasure when I first got it, but of course now I know what it is.

A person like him who does not seek longevity but only seeks happiness can take a look, Shen Ke... Let's avoid it.

He tore up the ancient scrolls casually and threw them outside the Valley Shrine.

The snowstorm is getting stronger.

The outline of Qingliang Mountain looks majestic at night.

Lin Ziyou carries the sword alone and carries the snow up the mountain.

……

Of the thirteen peaks, large and small, in the west of Guanzhong City, Gui Yizong monopolizes seven of them, reflecting the name of the Big Dipper.

Qingliang Mountain is the leader of the seven peaks.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Going up the mountain this time, Lin Zi has long since lost the fear of entering the sect and meeting the suzerain with everyone for the first time.However, no matter how calm my heart was, it suddenly caused waves because of this sentence.

On the top of Qingliang Mountain, in front of Wanren Pavilion, the suzerain Mo Heng slowly stretched out his hand towards him through a curtain of wind and snow.

Wearing black clothes, the man was like fine rosin ink, which melted into the snowy night and dyed the whole world deeply.

Lin Ziyou stood still four or five feet away from him cautiously.

You are covered by the eaves, and the wind and snow cannot be contaminated at all.Lin Ziyou, on the other hand, was almost drenched all over, her hair was clinging to her cheeks, and she had no time to reach out to brush it away.

A snowflake fell on Mo Heng's outstretched hand.

He slowly withdrew his hand.

Lin Ziyou knelt down in the snow, took off the bone sword behind him, put it in front of him, and kowtowed: "My disciple is incompetent."

"Even Ye Zheng didn't come back alive, but you went up the mountain alone. You are very capable."

Lin Ziyou kowtowed in silence.

Topped with ice and snow, sober can no longer be sober.

Mo Heng said: "This deity can forget the past, but you have to do one more thing."

Lin Ziyou suppressed himself from trembling, and bent his body so low that he almost fell into the dust.Before that, he had made the worst plan, but it was revealed that he killed Ye Zheng and many of his colleagues, and he was stabbed to death by Mo Heng's sword.Now that the other party brought up this matter a lot, but put it down lightly, he felt relieved.

"I heard that when you wandered around in the rivers and lakes in the early years, you had some friends, and one of them was named Shen Ke, didn't you?" Mo Heng said lightly, "You take something from him for this deity."

Lin Zi was startled from the heart, and forced himself to be calm: "But that ink sword?"

Mo Heng glanced at him, his smile was full of sarcasm: "You really know."

Lin Zi turned his mind very quickly, and responded: "Disciple has been paying attention, but I don't have to order, so I dare not do it myself."

"Ninth Grade Spiritual Sword, hehe." Mo Heng said, "Ye Zheng, who has swallowed his anger for 20 years, wants it, and even the hypocrite who is best at using righteousness as a fig leaf in the Shanzong also wants it, but I just don't like it."

"You take his life for the deity."

Like thunder.

Lin Ziyou forgot to lie down, and looked up at Mo Heng.

Mo Heng said: "After killing him, you can also get that sword by the way."

Lin Ziyou said in a deep voice: "For a small person like him, thanks to the master, he can take a fancy to him."

These words are already overstepped, but Mo Heng looked at Lin Ziyou's expression that quickly lowered his head and tried to hide it with great interest, and said: "If nothing happens, you go down the mountain. Tomorrow, I will take his life, and I will be rewarded. I remember, you are from the... Lin family?"

Lin Ziyou looked intently at the bone sword on the snow in front of him, the sword and snow were all white, regardless of each other.

"The bastard of the side branch, dare not climb high."

"Although the Lin family in Taiyuan is as rich as a country, they are nothing in front of this deity." Mo Heng said slowly, "Do you understand what this deity said?"

Lin Ziyou kowtowed again and said, "Disciple understands."

How can you not understand.

After cultivating swords for nearly ten years, this is what he was waiting for.

It may be just an empty talk to be as rich as an enemy, but it is an indisputable fact that a state is richer than a state.Just look at the government office in Guanzhong, there is no one who is not related to the Lin family, whether it is a disciple, an old official, or a relative who has been dragged together after a long journey.

Being wronged in such a family has nothing to say.

The most common sentence his mother said before she was alive was, forbearance.

The woman who had been a washerwoman for most of her life failed to understand a truth before she died.In such a family, if you take a step back, others will take a step forward. This is true during life and after death.Others' coffins were made of golden nanmu, but she had only one fir plank, and had to rely on her youngest son to kneel in front of the ancestral hall all night before she could be buried in the ground.

When Lin Ziyou personally buried his mother in the shady grave facing the river, he understood that no matter how talented in business, it cannot compare to the accumulation of generations of the Lin family;The only way to overwhelm that Lin family is to practice Taoism.

After all, those people are just mortals, with flesh and blood, and what can't be stopped is not only oldness, but also the sharpness of a sword.

If the suzerain of Guiyi sect is willing to take action...then whether it's his heartless father, the official woman who forced his mother to die in depression, or the respectable head of the Lin family...he can kill whoever he really wants.

Lin Ziyou looked up to the sky and laughed.

Mo Heng: "What?"

After Lin Ziyou laughed, as if his strength had been drained from his whole body, he put his hands on the snow in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I'm just...so happy."

Mo Heng: "This deity has always been fair—"

With one hand propped in the snow, he tightly held the hilt of the thorn sword, while the other hand secretly covered the light of the Shaking Sky Seal, urging the sword energy in his body.

Turning his hand into a seal, the pale yellow light instantly enveloped Mo Heng.

Putting the hand back and drawing out the sword, the bone sword is extremely fast, and directly hits the vital point.

The wind and snow all over the sky were stirred up by the sword energy of that sword, which confused Mo Heng's eyes.

But he needn't look.

Only relying on his ears to distinguish the sound, he waved his sleeves to block the carefully planned sword.Flicking the blade away with one hand is like brushing a fallen leaf off your shoulder.

"interesting."

Lin Ziyou couldn't tell whether there was sword energy mixed with that light flick.But he knew that after this strike, he could only strike one more strike at most.

With Mo Heng's pride, he wouldn't kill him immediately, but he wouldn't give him more chances either.

His ultimate move is also the second sword.

Before going up the mountain, Lin Zi reached the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul after breaking through, and then fell back to the early Nascent Soul.It is not only the danger of practicing side-door exercises according to the ancient scrolls, but it is also a deliberate cover-up.

Based on Yuan Ying's early cultivation base, even if he holds the Shattering Seal in his hand, he has no chance of winning.

If it is the late Yuanying period... against the sword cultivator of the Mahayana period, he can only fight with his life.

He is willing to risk his life and enter the late stage of Nascent Soul.

The thorny light shines again.

Others are not satisfied with strict fathers and loving mothers, but they can't get it after asking for it. Their eagerness will only lead to ridicule and unwillingness.

Surviving in the cracks of the big family, he was bullied during the day, and the depression could only be eliminated by sharpening his sword every night.

His past, the lumps in his chest, his inability to live happily half his life... all in this sword.

Mo Heng's eyes changed, his figure retreated sharply, and his hands came out together.

The thorn is close at hand.

And Mo Heng finally made a sword.

With a sword between Huashen and Mahayana, the sword energy directly crushed the two stone lions in front of Wanren Pavilion, sweeping away a ping of snow.

Lin Ziyou's figure was covered by the falling snow stirred up by the sword.

Mo Heng looked at the bone sword, which had exhausted its momentum, and crushed it mercilessly.

The snowflakes fell slowly.

Mo Heng walked to the snowy ground in front of the pavilion, and brushed the head of the half-kneeling man with one hand.

Brush the top with one hand.

What is taught is not longevity.

clap clap.

Ordinarily, there was no other place, and there was a burst of applause.

A person walked out of Wanren Pavilion slowly, wearing a big cloak of crane hair, and a graceful woman held up a bamboo umbrella for him.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and he said softly: "It's a master-student conflict."

Mo Heng had no expression on his face, the unsheathed sword hadn't been retracted yet, and he held it in his hand and stroked it slowly: "I am thinking... If I make a move at this time, I can kill you with some confidence."

The man said: "Oh? How sure is Sect Master Mo?"

Mo Heng put his sword back into its sheath, and said calmly: "Others say that you are extraordinary, but I think you have no cultivation base. If you make a move with this sword, you should be [-]% sure."

The man said: "The suzerain also didn't make a move?"

Mo Heng said: "If you are not very sure, this deity will not take risks."

"Sect Master Mo is far-sighted, and I admire it very much." The man smiled, "The matter discussed earlier has been settled, and I will wait for the good news of the suzerain on Demon Extinguishing Island."

The man walked past Lin Ziyou's body.The woman holding the umbrella for him paused, and quickly followed.

Mo Heng watched the figures of the two disappear into the night and then walked back to the pavilion. He lowered his head and said to himself, "At this moment... it seems that I should have drawn the sword just now. It's a pity."

Qingliang Mountain once again fell into dead silence.No one cared about the body that gradually became cold, and finally faced the vast sky, thinking about something.

By the time of sunrise in the Ming Dynasty, Yoo Molian's body was no longer visible.

Like nothing ever happened.

The author has something to say: This is an author who is asking for blessings. I left a comment yesterday but no one paid attention to me T^T.

I participated in an interview before, um, it’s more important, if it’s over, I’ll update it every day for seven days during the National Day, and I’ll try to simplify the description of physical abuse, okay(∩_∩)