After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

A sword reveals a cold light.

Sheng Zhao likes to wear red clothes, bright and flamboyant.

The sword intent was extremely cold.

He swung a sword seemingly lightly, the edge of the sword was threatening, and the thick and colorful light on the eyebrows and eyes in the rolled up red clothes shook people's hearts.

A set of sword skills has been practiced.

Sheng Zhao broke out in a little sweat and was panting unevenly. He stopped his sword and stepped back to one side.

The teaching elder looked appreciative and asked, "How?"

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows, held a sword flower, and retracted the sword neatly: "I'm familiar with it by heart."

The senior brothers who watched from the side were amazed, this set of swordsmanship was just learned, and the younger junior practiced it once, so I kept it in my heart!

Only once!

The brothers were all dumbfounded.

Even though he is a junior brother, Sheng Zhao's swordsmanship is much better than their senior brothers.

The senior brothers couldn't help showing a bit of shame on their faces.

Then there were a lot of words of appreciation.

Sheng Zhao felt relieved when he heard it: "Brothers, if there is anything you don't know, you can come and ask me."

The brothers were dumbfounded: "..."

They are used to "asking" their juniors for advice.

"That's right!" The teaching elder caressed his hands, "Do you see clearly?"

The brothers nodded one after another: "See clearly."

Then I consciously went to practice swords.

Sheng Zhao stood beside the elder, looked around, and frowned: "How many days has it been? Why haven't the brothers under Yuanqing Jianzun come yet?"

Sword Master Yuan Qing, named Jiang Qianzhou, Sheng Zhao didn't know why, but he felt a little displeased when he heard the name.

This well-known sword master in the cultivation world has been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years. He just left the seclusion a few days ago, just in time for the school's evaluation meeting.

The evaluation meeting is held every once in a while, and it is used to evaluate the progress of the disciples in the peak.

The original intention is to encourage disciples to practice hard, so as not to lose face in the evaluation.

Even Sheng Zhao, who has outstanding talent, will practice desperately before the evaluation meeting, let alone other disciples.

It is also good to hug Buddha's feet temporarily.

But no matter how hard a student with poor talent is, their cultivation base will not make much progress.

And Jiang Qianzhou hated people who did nothing the most in his life.

The disciples under Jianzun Yuanqing were unlucky, and happened to meet this person when he was leaving the customs.

Sheng Zhao watched helplessly as all his senior brothers who practiced diligently despite their poor talent were arrested and put in confinement.

Afterwards, Jiang Qianzhou's original words reached Sheng Zhao's ears.

Jiang Qianzhou: "I'm tired and lazy while I'm in seclusion, and the confinement is relatively light."

Sheng Zhao was furious when he heard this, not to mention that there was no punishment in the original evaluation meeting.

Besides, what kind of wolf and tiger is that confinement room?

The disciples who are locked in the confinement room will be banned for cultivation, chained up, and imprisoned in the pitch-black bone-piercing cold spring.

Just lock it for a day, and a layer of skin can be shed.

Only disciples who have committed major mistakes will be imprisoned.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhao felt a chill in his bones for some reason.

What's wrong with those brothers?He said in his heart that talent is a gift from God.

Is it wrong to have a bad life?

The elder who taught the class coughed: "What sword master Yuanqing, Qian Zhou and your master are senior brothers, you should also call him uncle!"

"Your uncle cherishes talents, and he can't see no one who can't make progress."

"In the early years when he was young, he was obsessed with cultivation all day long, and this is how he has the status of sword master respected by thousands of people today."

Sheng Zhao listened without saying a word, his face pale.

The teaching elder sighed: "It's not bad for him to have such a disposition."

"In the end, it's also for the good of your brothers."

"It's not like you don't know where the confinement room is." Sheng Zhao muttered.

When the elder who loves and respects him said this, Sheng Zhao could only endure it, but he was still angry for no reason.

Sheng Zhao asked in a muffled voice, "When will the brothers be released?"

The teaching elder: "Those people estimate that they will have to be closed for a few more days."

Sheng Zhao: "How many days?!"

A few days more, wouldn't everyone be locked up to death? !

"Qian Zhou has a sense of proportion." The teaching elder smiled while holding his beard: "Don't you want to have animosity with your uncle."

Sheng Zhao was silent for a while, then nodded: "I see."

I spit in my heart, this Jiang Qianzhou is too strict.

After this class, Sheng Zhao left without looking back.

He was in a bad mood, and his red clothes seemed to be a little dim. He just walked with his head down, looking at the cobblestones on the road.

A light breeze blew through the forest, and there was a moment of silence.

However, Sheng Zhao was keenly aware of the chill in front of him.

Looking up, he saw a dew-stained person walking in front of the small road that usually only he walked alone.

Dressed in white, with a long sword behind his back, his whole body is full of sword intent.

Under the scorching sun, there is no reason to force people to feel a bit chilly.

It was the first time Sheng Zhao saw this person.

But it stands to reason that he is familiar with all the disciples in the peak, and there is only one person who has never met.

He thought about it and guessed the identity of this person.

Jiang Qianzhou.

It's a coincidence that this is not the case.

Sheng Zhao stopped and watched Jiang Qingzhou approaching from a distance.

He stepped aside and said softly, "Yuanqing Sword Master."

Sheng Zhao spoke respectfully, but looked up without hesitation.

Jiang Qianzhou's brows and eyes were full of aloofness and coldness. Hearing his shout, he didn't stop in his footsteps, and he didn't answer.

Sheng Zhao thought: This is too pretentious.

It was only when passing by that Sheng Zhao caught Jiang Qianzhou's slight glance, and then turned back.

After looking at each other for a moment, Sheng Zhao's face turned pale.

He bit his lip tightly, resisting the sudden pain in his mind.

The pain felt like an awl piercing the bone, causing Sheng Zhao's body to become unstable, and he was worthy of hitting the ground with the point of a sword.

While the red clothes were swaying, he was sweating profusely, his lips were bitten red, and his dark eyes were blurred, with a special color that was compelling.

Sheng Zhao tried his best to hold back the groan in his throat.

What is this?

After the pain subsided, Sheng Zhao began to sort out the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind.

His speed is extremely fast, and he can absorb it completely in just a few breaths.

Only then did Sheng Zhao know that he had already lived a new life.

The previous life was so miserable.

He turned around and saw Jiang Qianzhou's back.

The wind and the moon shine brightly.

Underneath is the dirty stuff that only Sheng Zhao knows about.

It's an exaggeration to say a word with a human face and a beast's heart.

In Sheng Zhao's previous life, he was originally gifted with extraordinary talent, a peerless and amazing talent that was hard to see in thousands of years.

Even Jianzong, one of the best sects in the cultivation world, specially accepted him under the sect, and let Sheng Zhao worship him as a teacher.

At that time, Xiao Shengzhao, who was still a radish, bowed three times and offered tea to the man in white who was sitting in a high position and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Respectfully shouted: "Master."

Later, Sheng Zhao learned that his master was the sword master of the Yuan and Qing Dynasties admired by the world, and Jiang Qianzhou who broke through Jiuzhou with a single sword.

And he became Jiang Qianzhou's first closed disciple.

Sheng Zhao was also loved by Master very much at the beginning.

He was led by Jiang Qianzhou into his body, and his cultivation improved day by day.

He was held by Jiang Qianzhou and slashed the first sword, and learned the first style of swordsmanship.

When Sheng Zhao was still a child, Jiang Qianzhou personally forged the natal sword for him.

Just waiting for his foundation to be dripped with blood.

In the end, the sword was in the hands of his junior brother, Yu Anyi.

Yu Anyi was Jiang Qianzhou's second disciple, and was accepted by Jiang Qianzhou as his disciple in the second year Sheng Zhao worshiped Jiang Qianzhou as his master.

From then on, Sheng Zhao's body gradually deteriorated day by day for unknown reasons. In the end, it was as if a big hole had been broken, and no matter how much spirit energy he inhaled, it would leak out.

He practiced day and night, but he couldn't make an inch of progress.

Such a poor Sheng Zhao has become a waste in Jiang Qianzhou's eyes.

Biansheng has another extremely dazzling apprentice, Yu Anyi, for comparison.

From then on, Hanquan in the confinement room became Sheng Zhao's second home.

Every few days, he would be locked in by the furious Jiang Qianzhou.

From one hour at the beginning, to one day, two days... seven days, one month...

The confinement room was dim and pitch black.

Sheng Zhao couldn't see his fingers.

Sheng Zhao's limbs were handcuffed with cold iron catenary chains thicker than his calf, which made him unable to breathe.

But he can't stop, if he stops one step, he will be slapped by the hilt of his sword severely by his respected and beloved master.

The further Sheng Zhao walked, the colder he felt.

He was only a teenager at the time, but even crying was suppressed in his throat, and occasionally he let out a few broken sobs.

Jiang Qianzhou likes to be quiet.

Sheng Zhao didn't dare to cry.

Every time Sheng Zhao took a step closer to the cold spring, he felt that his bones became extremely painful.

After so many years, his whole body has been invaded by cold air, and every inch of his bones has been frostbitten.

When it is wet and rainy, the whole body will feel unbearable pain, just like an old man who is almost seventy years old in the world.

No matter how much he resisted, Sheng Zhao still walked to the edge of the cold spring.

This is the center of the cold spring, the coldest place.

Jiang Qianzhou specially developed it.

Only Sheng Zhao can enjoy this honor.

Sheng Zhao's whole body was stiff, his clothes were thin, and his eyelids froze instantly.

He trembled: "Master..."

Jiang Qianzhou, who was hiding in the dark, hummed dispensably, and said, "Go down obediently, Master doesn't want to do anything."

Sheng Zhao cried and said, "Master, I feel pain."

Jiang Qianzhou frowned impatiently.

In the next instant, Sheng Zhao was knocked into the water by a sword intent that was ice colder than the cold spring.

Sheng Zhao was frozen stiff, and was still locked with heavy catenary chains. He struggled hard several times to prevent himself from drowning.

With perseverance and intuition, he grabbed a corner of Jiang Qianzhou's clothes standing on the bank.

Sheng Zhao tightly held it in his hand: "Master...why? Why do you treat me like this?"

Jiang Qianzhou said coldly: "This deity never raises waste."

"If you come to my sect, you should understand my rules."

Jiang Qianzhou: "For many years, you have neglected your cultivation day by day, which has caused your cultivation to stagnate."

Sheng Zhao retorted: "I haven't, I have worked hard to cultivate."

His voice was hoarse, with a crying voice: "I have someone who has cultivated hard, Master."

Jiang Qianzhou cut off the corner of his clothes from Sheng Zhao's hand with a sword: "I haven't repented yet."

"Wait until Hanquan sharpens your will, and you will be able to wake up."

Jiang Qianzhou left after speaking.

He walked quietly.

Sheng Zhao clutched the handful of clothes, and opened his eyes to see the darkness ahead.

He called Jiang Qianzhou in the darkness, and cried for a long time before he realized that Jiang Qianzhou had already left.

This time, Sheng Zhao was imprisoned for nearly a month.

When I saw the light again, I was already delirious from the cold.

He came back to life after being fed the elixir.

Sheng Zhao died once, and when he came back to life, he still hugged himself and said it was so cold and hurt.

The next moment, I heard Jiang Qianzhou's icy cold voice: "Forget that you are still in the cold spring."

……

Sheng Zhao thought in a daze, if Jiang Qianzhou didn't remember, he might really die.

"Has the memory recovered?" A sudden voice in his mind interrupted all of Sheng Zhao's thoughts.

Sheng Zhao made a sound in his mind, and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

This voice is simple and thick, and it seems to be extraordinarily distant, with a deep charm: "I am the way of heaven."

Unable to wait for Sheng Zhao to respond, Tiandao continued, "It is my compensation for you to live a new life."

"When I cast your body, I accidentally made a mistake, which caused you to lose your memory."

"I didn't notice it at the time. I didn't realize it until you met Jiang Qianzhou just now."

"Sorry, the original intention is to restore your talent in this life. It is up to you to choose how to live. Who would have thought that you would return to your enemy because of amnesia."

Sheng Zhao was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Restore my talent?"

"What do you mean?"

Tiandao said in a deep voice: "In the last life, you were the son of luck I chose."

"You should have been born with extraordinary talents and unlimited opportunities. Based on Jiang Qianzhou's teachings, you will enter the Tao with a sword."

"On the way of cultivating immortals, we will form good affinities, and in just a thousand years, we will ascend to the top, and then we will guard this righteous way."

Tiandao's description is too beautiful, such a fairy is not at all like Sheng Zhao who lived in a dirty ditch in his previous life.

As a result, Sheng Zhao trembled at his fingertips and questioned in a cold voice: "There is nothing that matches me."

Tiandao made a patch: "Without your junior brother Yu Anyi, your fate should be like this, just like your life."

Sheng Zhao was in a trance: "Yu Anyi?"

He was indeed lucky in this life. Even if he lost his memory, he was taken back to the Sword Sect. Because of his outstanding talent, he was loved by everyone.

Zhang Yang's wanton personality is also the result of amnesia being spoiled in recent years.

Sheng Zhao believed it for three or four minutes, but he didn't understand, and asked blankly: "What did he do? What else did he do besides accusing me of being a demon for no reason?"

Tiandao said word by word: "Yu Anyi is an outsider, he doesn't know how he came to this world, and he doesn't know how he will know your fate."

"He transferred your luck to himself."

"The reason why your body can't absorb the spiritual energy is because he cast a secret spell on you."

"Your chances were all taken away by him."

"And you were accused of becoming a demon, there is something strange about it..."

Tiandao sighed slowly: "My guess is... I was in a deep sleep at that time, and I didn't find any clues. When I woke up, everything was irreversible."

"I have to wait for everything to settle so that you can live a new life."

Sheng Zhao was quiet for a while, then suddenly laughed: "How can this little compensation be enough?"

He looked at Jiang Qianzhou who hadn't gone far in the distance.

Sheng Zhao hated to the extreme, but his smile became more and more charming.

He wants to make all these people pay the price.

I would rather die than regret.

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Here is [Mine Clearance Warning]:

1. All villains

2. The protagonist will have emotional involvement with Zha Gong, but there will be no excessive physical contact