The first sword repair in history [rebirth]

When Qiu Wushang met Nie Duanhua for the first time, it was the trough of his life.

When Qiu Wushang pierced through the void and came to the Tianyuan Great World, although he was incompatible with the practice system here, he still possessed the strength comparable to the stage of transforming gods.Originally, his sword god cultivation should be higher, but he spent a lot of effort when traveling through the space, so he had to retreat to this level.Even so, Qiu Wushang still has the qualifications to be superior.

It's just that there are always some people in this world who can't understand people like Qiu Wushang.Qiu Wushang was ganged up to attack, he didn't have the slightest knowledge of the spells here, so naturally he fell into the trap easily.And the Longyuan sword in his hand attracted a large number of greedy people.A spiritual sword with spiritual wisdom must at least be a legendary magic weapon or above.It's normal for Qiu Wushang to wander around with such a treasure, to be stared at by others.

Qiu Wushang broke out of the siege through untold hardships, and similarly, his cultivation base was completely destroyed.His tendons couldn't even bear a trace of aura, and the panacea that could heal him was not only rare, but also not affordable for him now.The only hope is to find a doctor.

Qiu Wushang is not someone who has not experienced storms.He knew that his injury couldn't allow him to be depressed, he couldn't die, at least he had to kill those enemies one by one!Qiu Wushang took great pains to find out that there is a kind of person named Yixiu in this world, and this is his only hope.However, it is difficult for medical practitioners to practice, and it is even rarer for medical practitioners who can heal his tendons.Qiu Wushang found several doctors, but none of them could do anything about his injury.

Qiu Wushang tasted despair for the first time.

At that time, he met Nie Duanhua.

At that time, Qiu Wushang was just a mortal whose body was worse than ordinary people on the surface, but his appearance was too good.Qiu Wushang knew that the world was darker than he had imagined, so he was so cruel that he used a sword to draw countless wounds on his face, becoming a well-known "ugly monster."

On the point of being cruel to himself, Qiu Wushang has always been better than anyone else.

"Hello, can I take a rest here?" Nie Duanhua knocked on the door of Qiu Wushang's thatched cottage, and was not surprised to see Qiu Wushang's face full of scars.

"There are many places in this village where you can rest." Qiu Wushang looked suspiciously at the monk in front of him.His first impression was that "the person in front of him looks quite comfortable", but it was just comfortable.Qiu Wushang's appearance is not bad, and when he cultivated swords in the mainland, he was a sword god above ten thousand people. What kind of stunning beauty has he never seen?

"No, this is the best place for me." Nie Duanhua grabbed Qiu Wushang's hand, "I can heal your wounds."

Qiu Wushang was not surprised at all. On the contrary, he withdrew his hand abruptly and looked at the person vigilantly, "Who the hell are you?" , Qiu Wushang can comfort himself that the other party must have something to ask for.But now, he is just an ugly monster that even ordinary people can bully him.

"I've encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation recently. I'm a medical practitioner." Nie Duanhua didn't care about Qiu Wushang's vigilance at all. It's normal for the other party to be cautious after suffering such a serious injury.Nie Duanhua has been a doctor for so many years, what kind of patients have he not seen?Qiu Wushang is considered good.

"Healing your tendons and veins is of great benefit to my cultivation." Nie Duanhua tried his best to appear sincere, "I noticed you when you were looking for medical help, but you only looked for older ones. , did not notice me at all. There is no other way, so I had to come to the door in person." Nie Duanhua said helplessly.

Qiu Wushang fell silent for a while.

Doctors in Sword Cultivation Continent naturally look more reliable as they get older.And Nie Duanhua's appearance really can't convince Qiu Wushang.

"You don't have anything worthy of my plot now." Nie Duanhua said with a smile, "So you can be more assured of me."

Maybe it was Nie Duanhua's charming smile at the time, or maybe it was Qiu Wushang who broke the jar.From the day Nie Duanhua walked into his thatched cottage, they were destined to be entangled for many years.

Qiu Wushang will never forget the astonishment that appeared after Nie Duanhua completely healed his face.This made Qiu Wushang feel that his own face could occasionally play a role.

Qiu Wushang was quickly healed by Nie Duanhua, and Nie Duanhua also broke through to become a Nascent Soul monk after healed Qiu Wushang.Nie Duanhua was almost amazed to find Qiu Wushang's rapid practice speed.

The sword light splits, and the sword intent transforms into form.

It is obviously a rotten sword cultivation technique, but it shows extraordinary effect in Qiu Wushang's hands.

There is no waste swordsmanship, only waste swordsmanship.

Qiu Wushang used himself to perfectly interpret this sentence.

It wasn't until Qiu Wushang killed the monks who besieged him one by one that he awkwardly came to Nie Duanhua and asked Nie Duanhua if he would form an alliance with him.Finally, Nie Duanhua agreed to him.I don't know when, the relationship between the two changed again, and when they realized the change, they were already a couple of dual monks in the eyes of outsiders.

After this, it will be hundreds of years.

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Mo Shang has been dreaming in a daze since he was a child.

In the dream, there was a good-looking man with a gentle temperament, who always held his hand tirelessly and said something softly to him.Every time Mo Shang wanted to hear clearly, but couldn't make out any words.

"Don't go!" Mo Shang stretched out his hand, pleasantly surprised from his dream.

Again.

Mo Shang covered his head, feeling panic for no reason.

Every time he sees the invisible person in his dream, he will feel happy.But every time at the end of the dream, that person would leave after saying something to him.No exceptions!

Mo Shang thought, maybe it was really as the people in the village said, it was the memory of his previous life, and this happened only if Meng Po soup was not drunk.

Mo Shang washed his face and cleared himself up. It was already dark outside, and it was time to go out to work.

Mo Shang is 11 years old this year, but he lives alone.He lost his mother at the age of three, his father at the age of seven, and had no uncles or brothers. He was truly a loner.Even if his appearance is the best in the village, no children will come to play with him, and no one will come to care about him.Everyone said that he was the lone star of Tiansha, who restrained his father and mother, so he had to stay far away.

Talk a lot and listen a lot, don't hurt yourself to believe it.

He felt that he was indeed a little weird.

From childhood to adulthood, when his parents were still alive, he was not very close to his parents, and he didn't like to be hugged by his parents like other children.Even after his parents died, he shed a few tears.And his parents naturally didn't like him very much.

His mother didn't like such a son, so she tried her best to have another child.The reason why she died was because of dystocia.With Mo Shang as an example before her, she almost poured all her hope and love into the child in her womb, moving as much as she could every day, and eating as much as she could.

In the end, the belly was too big, and she died of dystocia.

And Mo Shang's father didn't care much for such a son, he had several concubines outside, and his reputation was very bad.But such a father also left when Mo Shang was seven years old, and the family had no property except one mu of land.

Don't hurt a person who tends to his own land, but he can survive.He wants neither a wife nor children.He just thought that such a person lived alone, maybe one day the person in his dream would come to him, and it might not be certain.With such a dream in mind, Mo Shang is full of energy every day.

And such a leisurely life was finally completely broken when several Xiuxian sects came to recruit disciples.

Among the ten villages in the surrounding area, only Mo Shang has a spiritual root for cultivation, and he is also a very good single spiritual root!

Several small sects almost didn't fight for him, and when the people in the village faced him, they inevitably had a flattering expression on their faces.However, Mo Shang found it very boring. No matter how good the promises and words of those cultivators made to him were, he was not interested at all.

What should I do if I go and the person in my dream comes to me and can’t find me?

Mo Shang shook his head, rejecting the olive branches from all sects.

He must wait here.

There was always such a voice in his heart, and it dominated his life for many years later.

The people in the village said that Mo Shang is stupid, and instead of being a fairy, he wants to be a farmer here.Some peers without spiritual roots turned red with jealousy towards Mo Shang.They are all people who have seen the world, so they naturally know how noble it is to cultivate immortals.Even the emperor may not have this blessing to cultivate immortals, but Mo Shang pushed the chance to get it?

They don't want to hurt the things they dream of but throw them away like shoes. How can they not be angry?

When Mo Shang was 16 years old, he sold the land and lived alone in the mountains, not wanting to see the people in the village anymore.

He picked up a twig and made random gestures on the open space in front of the thatched house.

He once saw a swordsman who came to rest in the village practice such a set of swordsmanship.Mo Shang only saw it once, and he remembered it firmly, and he played better than that swordsman.With this sword technique, this small branch, Mo Shang lived on this mountain like a fish in water.Whether it is a rabbit or a tiger, neither is his opponent.

On this day, Mo Shang found a very lovely fruit growing in the deep mountains.

Orange in color, a fruit is only as big as a little finger, and the fruit inside can be clearly seen, full of attractive aroma.

Like a demon, Mo Shang stretched out his hand to pick off the fruit and put it in his mouth.

It melted in his mouth, he had never eaten anything so delicious.

Mo Shang was savoring such a rare delicacy when suddenly a sharp pain came from all parts of his body.

It hurts!

Back then when he was scratched by a tiger, the scars on his back were deep enough to see his bones, and he didn't even frown.But now, he felt terribly painful.

It was as if someone had cut his body piece by piece with a knife, and sprinkled salt on it after cutting.

No, no, it hurts a hundred times more than this.

Mo Shang fell to the ground, without even the strength to groan or groan.

He just looked blankly at the densely packed forest, and an idea appeared in his heart uncontrollably.

Am I going to die here?

The person in the dream, he hasn't seen what he looks like yet.

If he knew, would he be sad for him?

No way, obviously I haven't even met face to face.

Mo hurt even worse, his vision was already blurred by sweat, and after an unknown amount of time, a familiar corner of his clothes suddenly appeared in front of him.

Is it a dream?

Before dying, can you still see him?

"It's stupid to eat everything."

In a daze, there seemed to be a warm embrace surrounding him, with a familiar yet unfamiliar scent of medicine on his body, and his voice was full of pampering, and some... fear?

Is he worried about me?

Great, great.

I finally waited for you.

Mo Shang fell into a deep sleep, the tears from the corners of his eyes slid down his face and dripped on Nie Duanhua's hands, looking extremely hot.