After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Windless sword depends on understanding.

The great ability that has been in the way of the sword for a long time can basically be learned by experience, but for the young Tianjiao, it depends on talent.

If the understanding is not enough, it will be difficult to ascend to the sky.

Sheng Zhao came into contact with Wufeng Sword in the third year of cultivation.

Not long after he established his foundation at that time, he entered the way of swordsmanship, and Wu Yu personally forged a natal sword for him.

At that time, Sheng Zhao refused to pour blood into his heart, with a sullen face and a face of resistance.

Wu Yu patiently stuffed the hilt of the natal sword into Sheng Zhao's hand: "With the blood of my heart, it is your sword."

Sheng Zhao asked, "It only belongs to me?"

Wu Yu nodded.

Sheng Zhao clenched his sword tightly and laughed: "Then I'll call him... You Yan, what do you think, master?"

Wu Yu: "Very good."

As a reward, the first move Wu Yu taught him was Wufeng Sword.

This is the sword technique that Sheng Zhao has always wanted to learn.

Wu Yu was dressed in white, with the cold moonlight behind him.

Lifting the wooden sword lightly, the snow cracked silently.

Wu Yu demonstrated and explained.

Sheng Zhao watched intently, with a look of surprise on his face.

Wu Yu made Sheng Zhao understand every point thoroughly, so he was willing to let Sheng Zhao try.

Wufeng Sword seems plain, but any mistake will cause the sword energy to flow backwards.

Extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, Sheng Zhao imitated Wu Yu's sword style like "babbling and learning words", and succeeded the first time.

After that, it was practice day and night.

In a big competition, Sheng Zhao became famous with a sword.

And the fact that he knows Wufeng Sword has also spread to everyone in the world.

Everyone praised Sheng Zhao as a master of swordsmanship, even more powerful than that Yu Xianjun many years ago.

Sheng Zhao expected that Jiang Qianzhou would go to inquire about him last night, and he also knew that this was Jiang Qianzhou's knot in his heart.

So he specially arranged a game and invited Weng into the urn.

Sheng Zhao closed his eyes and closed his sword, with a troubled expression on his face: "The demonstration is over, can we go?"

He asked Jiang Qianzhou to beg him to stay.

The amazement in Jiang Qianzhou's eyes was still not suppressed, and he praised first: "The understanding is good."

He is a good young man who practiced sword.

The monks who are familiar with Yuan Qing Sword Master all know that Jiang Qianzhou cherishes talents the most, and Sheng Zhao is enough to be called a shocking talent.

Jiang Qianzhou's hostility towards him quietly dissipated, and a sense of pity rose in his heart instead.

It's a pity, if he had left the customs earlier, Sheng Zhao should have worshiped him under Yuan Qing's sect.

Wu Wang has always liked to be quiet, if he hadn't had no choice back then, Wu Wang would not have accepted Sheng Zhao as his disciple.

Jiang Qianzhou said again: "The deity has a few questions, and I will let you go after asking."

Sheng Zhao said "Oh" and said, "Ask."

"The Dao is three thousand, why did you choose to join the sword?" Jiang Qianzhou sat down and asked while pouring tea for himself.

Sheng Zhao said with a dull face, "This is Jianzong."

What would he choose if he didn't choose kendo?

Jiang Qianzhou sneered: "The question is why you joined the Sword Sect. You have such a talent. At that time, there must be many sects who want to accept you as a disciple."

Sheng Zhao was silent for a while, and then said: "Indeed, only Jianzong let me choose, and I don't want to say more about the rest."

"Jianzun please change the question."

Jiang Qianzhou frowned, and asked a few questions about the comprehension of swordsmanship, from a very tricky angle.

Sheng Zhao's answers were fluent, which is enough to see that he has a firm heart and has spent a lot of time practicing in the way of swordsmanship.

Jiang Qianzhou's frowning brows gradually relaxed. The more he asked, the more pity he felt. Why wasn't Sheng Zhao his apprentice?

His heart was moved, his face was still cold, and he couldn't help asking: "When did you join Jianzong? When did you join Wuwang's sect?"

Sheng Zhao was a little puzzled, but he still replied: "I joined Jianzong five years ago, and I worshiped my master as my teacher as soon as I joined Jianzong, why?"

Jiang Qianzhou didn't expect that this question asked something else, so he asked in surprise, "Five years ago?"

Sheng Zhao gave a casual "hmm", holding the sword flower in his arm a little bored, and gestured unconsciously.

It seemed that he was very impatient and wanted to leave immediately.

Jiang Qianzhou continued to ask as if he hadn't seen it, "You have cultivated from a mortal to the golden core stage in five years?"

Sheng Zhao looked proud and arrogant, and nodded lightly: "The only thing missing now is a chance, and I can break through to Nascent Soul."

Jiang Qianzhou clenched his teacup tightly, for the first time he deeply realized how terrifying Sheng Zhao's talent was.

There has never been such a precedent in the world of comprehension. In just five years, he has cultivated from a mortal to the peak of Jindan.

But he has already turned against Sheng Zhao.

If Sheng Zhao is allowed to grow up, in the long run, I'm afraid he will have another mortal enemy.

Besides, Sheng Zhao has already threatened Yu Anyi's position, he doesn't want to see that when everyone mentions Tianjiao No.

Jiang Qianzhou felt murderous in his heart, and he lowered his eyes to meet Sheng Zhao's glazed black pupils.

I couldn't bear it again.

There is an unwritten rule in the cultivation world that a disciple who has already become a master can re-become another master.

As long as the master-student contract is resolved.

Jiang Qianzhou thought that it would be a helpless move to accept a disciple without any reason, and such a cold-hearted person would not care about the belonging of a disciple with him.

As long as Sheng Zhao is willing, he can have a little apprentice.

If not, try first to see if it's okay, Jiang Qianzhou squinted his eyes, he was very happy to see this arrogant young man being raised under his knees, obediently shouting "Master".

If it fails, it will not be too late to kill at that time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qianzhou felt a little itchy in his heart, and eased his expression: "Although opportunities are not available, but according to this deity, God has given you such a talent, and your luck must not be too bad."

"Just wait for the time."

This made sense, Sheng Zhao nodded, and said again: "Is the question over?"

The implication was that he had run out of patience and wanted to leave.

Jiang Qianzhou was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry: "A cultivator must not be hasty in doing things."

"I have one more thing to do." Jiang Qianzhou paused: "I see that your understanding is not bad, so I intend to teach you swordsmanship, how about it?"

Sheng Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Immediately laughed again: "Jianzun, are you thinking too much? I have a master, and the master will teach me swordsmanship."

Sheng Zhao seemed to be watching something amusing, and he couldn't stop smiling: "My master is an immortal respected by thousands of people, and there is only one in the world."

He laughed and said: "And I don't know how many sword masters there are in the cultivation world, Yuan Qing sword master, are you worthy of comparing with my master?"

"Snatch an apprentice from my master?"

Jiang Qianzhou's face turned cold for a moment, as he thought, Sheng Zhao would definitely agree impatiently.

There are indeed countless sword masters in the realm of comprehension, but Yuan Qing is the only one who can make monks like thunder, and countless people in the world ask for his guidance.

Only Sheng Zhao didn't know how to cherish it.

"Presumptuous!" Jiang Qianzhou yelled coldly, "You, a junior, dare to talk to this deity like this?"

"Do you still respect the teacher in your eyes?!"

Sheng Zhao was dissatisfied on the face: "You want me to learn swords from you, then let me see how powerful your sword is."

After he finished speaking, he felt relieved, guessing that Jiang Qianzhou was going to die of anger, and wanted to show his sword skills to the junior he was talking about.

Jiang Qianzhou probably hasn't experienced such humiliation since he became the sword master. He stood up and drew his sword, his tone as cold as the sword light: "Then you watch it."

Although the blade reflected sunlight, it was still cold.

During the flip, a dazzling sword light was released immediately, and the sword energy rushed towards Sheng Zhao like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring.

Wiping Sheng Zhao's red clothes, he cut down with a sword behind him.

The sword power surged from all around like a tide.

The sun shines into the house, but it is as cold as three feet under the ice.

Sheng Zhao seemed to be stunned, with amazement in his eyes, the impatience on his face faded, and he became interested: "Is this a field that can be expanded after cultivation to the extreme? It's interesting."

Jiang Qianzhou snorted coldly, retracted his sword, and the chill slowly receded: "Tomorrow morning, I will wait for this deity here."

He warned: "If you are late, you will be punished."

Sheng Zhao responded in a dispensable way: "That disciple will leave."

He turned around and left, walking out the door with a chill in his body.

After leaving Jiang Qianzhou's yard, Sheng Zhao was surrounded by his brothers.

Because Sheng Zhao and Jiang Qianzhou fought against each other for a while yesterday, the brothers were very worried whether Sheng Zhao would be taught a lesson by Jiang Qianzhou.

Pulling Sheng Zhao's arm and looking around, seeing that Sheng Zhao was not injured, the brothers let go of their hands and relaxed their hearts.

Sheng Zhao sighed, "I've said it's fine, so I won't listen."

The brothers seemed to have no such person as Sheng Zhao.

"No trauma."

"I'm afraid I got an internal injury?"

"Is there anyone who knows how to feel the pulse of my junior brother?"

"I'll come! I will!"

Sheng Zhao ran away in a hurry.

Terrible.

As soon as Sheng Zhao came out of the gate, he saw Lu Jing: "Brother Lu Jing."

Lu Jing nodded: "Little brother."

Lu Jing: "Sword Master, is there anything difficult for you?"

Sheng Zhao shook his head: "Okay, don't ask, I'm fine, seniors just like to worry about it."

Lu Jing's expression was a bit strange, the junior brother had been in for so long, Jian Zun didn't embarrass the junior brother, that is...

"You had a good conversation with Sword Master?"

Sheng Zhao thought about it for a while, but he didn't know whether it counted or not. Anyway, he was very happy to see Jiang Qianzhou deflated.

So he nodded: "Yeah."

-

It was getting late, and the moon curtain slowly spread.

Sheng Zhao was dressed in red, walking in the wind and snow.

He returned to Tianshan today before the gate control time, much earlier than yesterday.

So he was not in a hurry, and walked slowly back to the courtyard at the top of the peak.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wu Yu meditating under the plum tree, waiting for him to come back for dinner while meditating.

Sheng Zhao paused and stopped.

He looked at Wu Yu's cold side face, which was quite holy under the moonlight.

Sheng Zhao inexplicably recalled the past.

Back then, only Jianzong could be his choice.

Because it was Wu Yu who picked him up when he lost his memory.

Sheng Zhao had just been put into the newly built body by Tiandao at that time, although he was resurrected, he lost his memory.

And the physical body is still heavenly, imitating the appearance of Sheng Zhao's previous life, and throwing it into the mortal world.

No relatives and friends, alone, not half of karma.

No one in the world knows who he is, including himself.

The ignorance and ignorance of the boy in red softened the beauty of his face, but it became very attractive.

Sheng Zhao had a hard time before he saw Wu Yu.

-

Sheng Zhao's fair face was smeared with dust and bruises, and his hands were also covered in mud, with blood streaked in the mud.

He shrank in the corner and looked up at the person in front of him.

The man is holding a sword, and the white clothes are better than the snow.

His outstretched hand is like white jade, with distinct bones.

Sheng Zhao didn't grab it, and got up from the ground by himself.

There was fear in his eyes, and he forcibly calmed down: "Thank you for helping me drive away those bad guys."

Wu Yu knew that the young man chose not to shake his hand because he thought he was dirty, so he withdrew his hand and looked down.

The black eyes of the young man in front of him were shining, and his eyes were tough.

For some reason, Wu Yu's heart softened all of a sudden, and he wiped Sheng Zhao's hands and face to wash off the dust all over his body.

Sheng Zhao let him move, and what surprised him was that Jianxiu's brows were still cold when he saw his face.

There is no desire in the eyes.

Sheng Zhao was also inexplicably relieved.

He agreed to Jianxiu's invitation, and accompanied him on the road.

At the beginning, Sheng Zhao was as silent as a little mute, unable to speak a few words a day, and silently let Wu Yu lead him away.

Not as quiet as a 16-year-old boy.

Wu Yu is not a talkative person, most of the journey between the two of them is quiet.

This also makes Wu Yu often do not know how to get along with Sheng Zhao.

He always felt that this amnesiac teenager should have experienced some bad things before.

Otherwise, it would not be a little youthful.

No quarrel, no fight, no desire, no desire.

Even more like an ascetic fairy than himself.

At the end of the journey, Wu Yu knelt down and helped Sheng Zhao brush up his black hair that was blown by the wind.

He raised his eyes: "I'm leaving."

Sheng Zhao quietly looked at Wu Yu for a while, then nodded lightly: "Yes."

He was very conscious, said a word of thanks, turned and left.

Thank you Wu Yu for taking care of him these days.

He has nothing to repay, but simply leave without disturbing Wu Yu.

Wu Yu hilariously pulled Sheng Zhao back, and explained: "I don't mean to drive you away."

"I want to ask, would you like to go with me?"

Sheng Zhao was a little strange: "Where are you going?"

Wu Yu said seriously: "Go to my teacher's door."

He knew that Sheng Zhao was very insecure, so he explained the cultivation world, Jianzong, and his identity to Sheng Zhao in detail.

He asked Sheng Zhao again and again what he didn't understand, until Sheng Zhao was willing to ask, so that Sheng Zhao could understand clearly.

Wu Yucai added to her previous thoughts, her usually cold voice was slightly hoarse: "If you don't want to go with me, I will find you a good place in the world and live a good life."

"If you are willing to go with me, I will take you as an apprentice."

"I have touched your roots, you are very talented and suitable for cultivation."

Sheng Zhao nodded subconsciously: "I want to practice Taoism."

Wu Yu smiled, a little rusty: "Okay, it's my first time as a master, and I have to learn many things."

"There is only one thing I can guarantee, you will not be bullied by anyone again."

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Wu Yu turned his head to look at the corridor under the eaves, a corner of the red dress was exposed under the light, and smiled faintly.

Standing under the shadow of the wooden pillar, Sheng Zhao walked out from the shadows, walking in front of Wu Yu step by step, dragging the snow in his red clothes.

He laughed flamboyantly: "Master."

Sheng Zhao felt cold in his heart, he should thank Wu Yu for bringing him back to Jianzong, and he should also thank Jianzong for pampering his senior brothers.

If not, there would be no Sheng Zhao today.

He should be grateful.

But he chose revenge, this road destined to be alone, he had to stay away from them.

Sheng Zhao thought, he can't let those dirty things stain Master's snow clothes.