Star Sword Shoes [Rebirth]

Su Yichen was just over four years old when he was taken to Qingyu Mountain by Master Zichen, and his memories of the past are vague.

Because the master and senior brothers often praised him for his extraordinary talent, his bones, and his success in sword practice, they always thought that the master was hanging around outside the marshal's mansion for seven to seven 49 days and insisted on taking him up the mountain. his qualifications.

Looking back now, it was strange that a Taoist priest outside Fang would notice the naughty children in Luoyang City.

"So, what does Master mean?" Lezheng Changfeng asked.

"I'm not the first person born with a vision, not even Gu Canqiu." Su Yichen unconsciously stroked the edge of the wine jar with his fingers, "According to Master, Qingyu Mountain I have been waiting for this person for more than 1000 years."

"Uncle Su!" For some reason, Lezheng Changfeng felt faintly uneasy, probably because he couldn't help stretching out his hand after drinking, and pressed it tightly on the back of Su Yichen's hand, as if he was afraid that he would It seemed to disappear suddenly.

"Do you know the bloody battle of the demon clan thousands of years ago?" Su Yichen asked suddenly.

Lezheng Changfeng nodded hesitantly.

Thousands of years ago, during the war between immortals and demons, the demon world was bloodbathed by the immortal sect, and the grand occasion has never been repeated.This period of history is recorded by various sects of Xianmen, but most of them only have such a general sentence without any details.

"Master wrote it like this," Su Yichen picked up the booklet, turned to a page and began to read, "In the battle between righteousness and demons thousands of years ago, the demon king had the ability to destroy the world, and the righteous way could not compete at all. The eight sword cultivators from the four sects mobilized the ancient divine sword to completely disperse its soul. Only then did the millennium peace be preserved. After that battle, although the Demon Realm suffered a disastrous defeat, the Immortal Sect's fighting strength also withered, and both sides were devastated. All the ancient swords were destroyed, and seven of the eight sword cultivators who participated in the battle died of exhaustion, leaving me the last one on Qingyu Mountain. He made a great wish to sit down with his body and cultivate the way of heaven with his soul. In the body of a battle god, re-enter reincarnation. From then on, the godhead will be born with a vision, thunder and lightning, and seven days of heavy rain, and the resulting mortal body will have the power to destroy demons.

Lezheng Changfeng frowned more and more, and when Su Yichen finished reading, he couldn't help raising his head and said, "So, uncle, you..."

"I have a godhead." Su Yichen's alcohol gradually came out, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a layer of red, "Not only me, but also the fallen demon Gu Canqiu. Do you believe it? Haha Haha, can they talk a little more?"

Su Yichen lived his life casually, he was free when he was alive, and he had no worries when he died.He never expected that now someone told him that his body had shouldered heavy responsibilities since birth, and he had to fight for all living beings in the Three Realms.

On the contrary, Lezheng Changfeng began to understand a little bit.

Master Zichen's treatment of Su Yichen was obviously different from when he was teaching the six senior brothers before him, it can be said that he was very generous and loving.If you want to read the scriptures, read them, and if you don’t read them, don’t read them;When Lezheng Changfeng was on Qingfeng when he was a child, he often envied this pair of master and apprentice, but he felt that if he could live such a carefree life, it would be the best.

Thinking about it now, Master Zichen must have been compensating Master Su from the very beginning.Knowing that sooner or later, he will bear this inevitable fate, so I hope he can at least be a little happier when he is young.

Lezheng Changfeng was worried, and after drinking alcohol, a ray of magic breath in his body couldn't be restrained, and it came out melodiously.

He was taken aback when he saw the black mist floating on the back of his hand, and glanced at his uncle from the corner of his eye, seeing that he was drinking with his head up, he quickly summoned his true energy to suppress the magic breath.

Ever since he practiced the demon mental method in the residence of Canqiu in the Demon Realm Valley, the two auras in his body have gradually blended together, and they have become smoother day by day. It's a rivalry with the immortal family's true qi.

Lezheng Changfeng didn't know what he would become if he continued to practice.However, it is an indisputable fact that the magic breath that Ganye gave him has indeed greatly increased his swordsmanship.He didn't want to go crazy, but it was really hard to let go of this shortcut to become stronger, so despite repeated hesitation, he continued to practice hard.

Su Yichen didn't know that the little nephew next to him was fighting between heaven and man, so he put down the wine jar and lay down on his back.

"Little Changfeng, what does it feel like to have righteousness in your heart?"

When Lezheng Changfeng heard this, he felt guilty and his back tensed.

Su Yichen turned his head to look at him, smiled, patted the open space beside him, and motioned for him to lie down too.

The two leaned their heads together and looked at the starry sky. Su Yichen said again: "When the heaven and the earth were first divided, there were three realms. Immortals, humans, and demons have coexisted since ancient times. You ask immortals for nothing more than an ascension. When did it start? How about eliminating demons and defending Taoism as everyone's main job?"

Lezheng Changfeng listened to the little uncle's voice, knowing that he hadn't noticed his abnormality, so he was relieved, and asked a little strangely: "Master uncle practice, not to prove the Tao, so why? "

"I didn't cultivate voluntarily," Su Yichen thought for a while, "If I didn't come to cultivate immortals, I might stay in Luoyang City, or I might be taken to Western Xinjiang."

"To be an official, or to be a general?"

"It might just be an ordinary dude." Su Yichen laughed lowly.

Lezheng Changfeng turned his head to look at his uncle's fair side face: "Master Su is a genius, he will not be vulgar anywhere."

"What's so bad about being vulgar?" Su Yichen blinked, "Eating, drinking and having fun are the most joyful things."

Although Lezheng Changfeng admired his uncle, the education he had received since he was a child ran counter to Su Yichen's thoughts, so he didn't speak for a while.

Su Yichen raised his right hand, turned around and rubbed Lezheng Changfeng's head, "Little Changfeng, my uncle is already like this, so you should take it easy. The most important thing in life is to be happy."

With half of his body next to Lezheng Changfeng, he exhaled with the aroma of grape wine, gently blowing on Lezheng Changfeng's earlobe.The devil's aura in Lezheng Changfeng's body suddenly became chaotic. Even though it was cold on the top of the mountain, he suddenly felt unbearably hot.

"Little Changfeng, what's the matter with you?" Su Yichen's head became a little blunt after drinking, and it was not rusty at all. Now he also noticed the strangeness of the little nephew, propped his elbows on the ground, and turned over to check his expression.

His long hair spread out along his shoulders, and a few strands hung down on Lezheng Changfeng's face, brushing them one after another.

Lezheng Changfeng felt that a string in his brain snapped. Before he could think clearly, his body moved first. He stretched out his left hand in the air and hooked it, pressed Su Yichen's back of the neck, and then pressed down hard. , Su Yichen was caught off guard, four thin lips that smelled of alcohol collided like this.

"Hmm..." The corner of his lips touched Lezheng Changfeng's teeth, and he groaned in pain, trying to prop up his body, but the strength of the little nephew was frightening.

After all, it's my nephew, so I can't beat him up at this time, can I?Su Yichen was about to speak a few words, but when his lips parted, Lezheng Changfeng's tongue nimbly slid in, landed on his two rows of white teeth, and tapped them apart bit by bit.

Su Yichen's eyes were wide open, very surprised, but it was really weird to look at the face of the little nephew from such a close distance, so he had to close it again.

It was pitch black before his eyes, his breath from the tip of his nose intertwined, and the feeling in his mouth was even more shockingly clear under the influence of alcohol.

Su Yichen only felt that Lezheng Changfeng's tongue slowly slipped to his palate, licking it inch by inch, making him itchy and numb, his whole body seemed to be sucked away, his elbows were so soft I can't hold it anymore.

He wanted to bite or not, but let his lips and tongue be presumptuous, he couldn't close his mouth, body fluid trickled down the corners of his lips, and intertwined with Lezheng Changfeng's thin sweat.

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When Lezheng Changfeng woke up, it was already daylight.

He had a splitting headache, and the scenery in front of him reversed rapidly, which aggravated the dizziness, so that he only realized after a while that he was being carried by Mr. Su, and was speeding along a road.

"Uncle Master." Lezheng Changfeng called out, struggled a little, and stood up by himself.

"Are you awake?" Su Yichen looked at him and said with a smile.

Lezheng Changfeng touched the back of his neck, only to feel the pain, and asked, "Master, why did we go down the mountain?"

"Will the moon be dark and the wind be high, will you be caught during the day?"

"Then how could I..." He wanted to ask himself why he fell asleep, but the last memory of the night before slipped in like flowing water, Lezheng Changfeng's face instantly turned red to the ears, and he stammered, "Teacher, Uncle, yesterday, yesterday, night, I, I..."

"You were drunk last night." Su Yichen said with his eyes bent.

"Yes, I, I was drunk, and then..."

"And then I knocked you out."

"Ah?" Lezheng Changfeng's eyes widened.

"You're drunk, so I knocked you out." Su Yichen folded his right hand together, making a knife-like gesture, "Is there any problem?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Lezheng Changfeng shook his head like a rattle.

"Since there is no problem, let's go."

"Uncle, where are we going?"

"Ten Mile Sword Tomb." Su Yichen said solemnly.

Lezheng Changfeng was taken aback, "But, don't you know where the Ten Mile Sword Tomb is, uncle?"

"Little Changfeng, think about it," Su Yichen said, gesturing, "Thousands of years ago, the Qingyu Sword Cultivator completely dispersed the soul of the Demon Lord; Restless."

"so what?"

"Your uncle and I have the same godhead anyway, can't we even get a sword?"

Lezheng Changfeng thought about the logic of the little uncle's words, "That is to say, uncle, you don't have any way to win, so you plan to take the sword rashly?"

Su Yichen moved his sore arm after carrying his nephew for a long distance, and smiled in the bright sunlight, "I am here, the way to victory."