Cultivate with an African God

It was a summer night in a rainstorm.

Clouds and mist gathered, heavy rain dripped, and a glimmer of light could be seen faintly.

But in this rainy night, there are still people in the bushes.They were wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and the raindrops fell in lines on their coir raincoats, rolling down.

There was lightning across the sky, illuminating their faces for an instant. They were so concentrated that they were almost solemn. They were pale by the lightning, but their eyes seemed to be burning with the same fire.

Their eyes were on the two people.

One person stood on the top of a tree, the rainstorm brought wind, and the branch kept shaking, but the branch he was standing on was as stable as a rock, and he looked down like a peak approaching the top.

Standing alone under a tree, he raised his head slightly to look at his opponent, the sword shimmered, and he could see his delicate and cold outline, but his dark eyes concealed the fierce fighting intent like a sword.

The two are confronting each other.

They are all outstanding swordsmen in the world, and their strength is almost the same. At this time, a subtle aura or sword force will completely tip the balance of victory to one side.

No one is willing to do it if they don't see the chance of victory!

However, the man in the treetop moved first.He came from the sky, stepping on the heavy rain, his sword reflected the thundercloud, and the boundless sword energy fell with his movements!

The trees were chopped off at the waist in his momentum!

However, the tree did not fall, and he was already approaching the person under the tree!

He was surrounded by fierce sword energy, but the blade in his hand was faster and sharper than all the sword energy!

This sword can cut thousands of mountains!

There were faint sounds of exclamation and regret in the bushes.

——Admiration is admiration for this person's momentum, admiration for this person's swordsmanship, which is hard to match, and it is close to the peak of his cultivation.

——To regret is to regret his opponent. The opponent is not weak, but even if he is as strong as the opponent, it is impossible to resist such a force of cutting everything.

This battle is finally over like this.

However, their thoughts have never passed through their minds, and his opponent is already a bright sword!

The blade of the sword split the raindrops, and the raindrops reflected the light of lightning, like countless pearls were shattered.

People's eyes are full of rain and fog, and they can't see anything for a moment!

The raindrops bounced on the trees, and the trees fell even more!

But he held a sword flower, and in the chaos of broken jade, he went up against thousands of sword qi!

People finally saw the swordsman's sword moves in a real sense.

Too fast, really too fast.

Tracing back to the extreme of their eyesight, they could barely see the trace of the sword shadow. He only had one person and one sword, but with this sword, he chopped up thousands of true qi, and the sword shadow finally returned to the sword itself. , that sword actually clashed with that vital sword!

That sword is full of power and strength, how can Kuaijian compete with it? !

But Kuaijian took it.

He's not just there to catch.

Taking that sword was to announce that his battle had just begun.

I saw that the fast sword was like flowing water, but every move echoed each other, and the suppressing force was like the waves in the sea, leaving no room for breathing.

The sword is torrential rain!

In the sword move with a few afterimages left, there was a sea tide rising with it, and above the sea tide, a round of bright moon rose faintly, illuminating the swordsman's face.

Handsome and cold, with a pair of dark eyes.

The bright moon descends, and the wind and rain rest for a while.

"Assigned."

The swordsman returned the sword back to its sheath, picked up the bamboo hat on the ground, and put it on his head. He ignored the voices of congratulations and asking for advice, and walked deep into the mountain alone.

A voice blocked his way.

"It's really rare to see you, you're not selling yourself," said the voice lazily with a usual smile, "Our Zhong Zijin is promising."

So the swordsman's stern look shattered from his young face like thin ice, and his smile was an undisguised and undisguised surprise: "Well, you Mu Xinghe, why are you willing to come back?"

Mu Xinghe's face was a bit tired. He was already sitting in Zhong Zijin's living room, and he was using the light to wipe off the moisture on Zhong Zijin's body.

Zhong Zijin was still not too interested in the technique, so he just took a cloth and wiped his wet hair.This swordsman has been very famous in recent years. People say that he is cold-faced and ruthless. He only has a cold sword in his heart, and there is no one to return it under the shadow of the sword. However, in the lights, he is still the same young boy who kept screaming for prostitution.

"I've been to Yunfu several times over the years, just because I was afraid that you would die outside. At first you Yunfu sect didn't show me, it was very annoying!" Zhong Zijin wore his robe loosely, with his hair hanging down, and said Chattering, "It turns out I'm still being stubborn, show it to me, every once in a while I have to check if you've been removed from Yunfu, they all recognize me! Hey, outside of the Consonance Realm, you can't send messages is it?"

Mu Xinghe thought for a while, and thought: "It seems to be true. Only the big brothers of Jindan can send messages through the air, and they can't send messages to those below Jindan."

"Forget it." Zhong Zijin put the cloth aside, sat down, and looked at Mu Xinghe, "How is it? You have been doing well for more than 100 years?"

"So it's been more than 100 years here? The Dao Discussion Conference... nearly 120? 180?" Mu Xinghe avoided his original question and said, "I also took some troubles to come back, and it happened to be near Mishima. I just stopped by to take a look, I heard that you have been invincible recently? The leader of the Dao Discussion Conference in the final stage? The legendary No. 1 sword cultivator in the soul refining stage? No wonder the swords have been changed!"

On the table was the sword that Zhong Zijin used just now. The sword was very simple, except for some patterns carved on the scabbard, there was no other tricks. The stability of the scabbard is no longer that big golden sword that blinds dogs' eyes.

Zhong Zijin could hear the embarrassment in his words, scratched his head, and answered seriously: "Actually, I just feel that the way of the sword is in my heart, and being obsessed with the shape and quality of the sword is actually a burden on the heart of the sword. It's better to let go of these useless thoughts and use them as you like."

Then Mu Xinghe's eyes became loving: "Jin, you have grown up."

"You're disgusting!" Zhong Zijin jumped back in fright.

After Zhong Zijin angrily reprimanded Mu Xinghe, he soon forgot about it. He took out two swords from the storage bag with great interest, one was his big golden sword, and the other was too much. Say something in the shape of a sword.

Zhong Zijin still had a complacent expression on his face, and he raised his head and said, "Because not everyone can fight, so I also prepared two swords. As for the Shifang Nirvana Sword, there are some experts who are not very confident and can lie Lie him, this Extinguishing Heaven Evil Sword is just some masters who look down on me, I can use it as a weapon to attract the attention of masters smoothly."

Mu Xinghe looked at the rough thing called "Que Tianxie Sword", his eyes were quite complicated, but he said in his mouth: "Those branches make weapons are peerless masters, you are not afraid of masters looking at your sword handle You beat yourself up."

Zhong Zijin smiled brightly: "Then I earned it. Anyway, if someone competes with me, as long as the level is not too low, then anyone is good."

Mu Xinghe lowered his eyes slightly, he still clearly remembered why Zhong Zijin was equipped with such a sword back then, and because of this, he could understand why Zhong Zijin was able to reach such a position now.And he was the same person as Zhong Zijin back then, even more willing to challenge than Zhong Zijin.

He quickly asked about other things: "I also bumped into you when I first came to this island. You came to the Dao Discussion Conference, which senior brought you here?"

Zhong Zijin's movements stopped, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he said after a moment of silence: "Yingzhou Sword Sect... the situation is not very good, as you know, many seniors of the Sword Sect look quite old, They became Daoists late, and then experienced accidents many times and perished one after another. Master is a person who is used to wandering, and now he can only guard the sect, so this year's Dao Discussion Conference, I was the only one from the Sword Sect."

"Ah..." Mu Xinghe was a little surprised, sighed for a while, and then asked, "What about Senior Brother Wen? Did you come here after defeating him, or did he stay and help voluntarily?"

However, Zhong Zijin's eyes became darker, and he even lowered his head a little: "Senior brother, he...has gone to other realms to practice, and he always comes and goes in a hurry."

Mu Xinghe thought about it: "He has a life-eating mirror and a soul body, so it's a little easier to transfer than us... But the Dao Discussion Conference and your sect are big things, why doesn't he stay?"

Zhong Zijin sighed slowly, but finally smiled.

"Back then—brother came to the Dao Discussion Conference to prove that his path was correct and he had no regrets in his choice. Now he doesn't need to prove these things, so he doesn't need to come to the Dao Discussion Conference to compete with others."

That year's Dao Discussion Conference was not a good memory for him and Mu Xinghe, but now he can recall it calmly because Wen Xingze is really good now.

It's just that Zhong Zijin knew back then that Wen Xingze competed with others to prove himself, but now it's hard to understand what Wen Xingze was looking for when he went to another world.Before he knew it, he seemed to have lost track of the footsteps of the person who grew up with him.

I don't know if it's because the other party is walking too fast, or the two are not on the same path. If you make up your mind to move towards your goal, you will eventually get farther and farther away from each other.

There are still many things that Zhong Zijin can't figure out. As he talked, his brows became confused: "...In short, he doesn't care about Zongmen any more. Maybe it's because of his damaged soul, so he doesn't plan to stay to take care of Zongmen. The door... Actually, there is nothing wrong with it. I am also a little strange when I say it, I think it is really... a little strange, a little strange, but for him, maybe it is also very good."

Zhong Zijin raised his head slightly. There was a constant sound of rain on the beams of the house, crackling and smashing into one piece. He let out his melancholy in a sigh, and then smiled slowly, without any haze: "At least, he is now liking Himself, liking what he's doing, which has never been done before, and I'm very happy."

Mu Xinghe looked at Zhong Zijin, the young man's outline became sharper and sharper, from that young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes to this cool and handsome young man, time passed by their skin slowly, and it was obvious that only a lot of tiny things changed, Looking back, it was many years in a flash.

He thought of the moonlit night many years ago - he has such a good memory, and now he can't remember whether it was before or after they arrived in Linchuan. Wen Xingze was not familiar with him at that time. He saw Wen Xingze looking at Zhong Zijin, and Zhong Zijin was in his eyes shadow.It was another moonlit night, and he accidentally asked Wen Xingze if he liked Zhong Zijin. This person who had always acted more mature than them was caught off guard by the question, a little shy, but very calm.

Perhaps it was also one night that Mu Xinghe also went to find Zhong Zijin. At that time, Mu Xinghe was dizzy and at a loss, but his heart was full of ambition, saying that he wanted to date a boss.

At that time, he felt that there was a solution to everything, and he deserved to be invincible.

Perhaps sensing Mu Xinghe's emotions, Zhong Zijin came back to his senses, but asked: "At the beginning you and Senior Shen Xiu went to Xiaoqian World together, and you came back, what about Senior Shen Xiu?"

There was a lot of rain outside, several bolts of lightning illuminated the night, and then thunder rolled, almost crushing people's eardrums.

Amidst the continuous thunder, Mu Xinghe looked at the flickering candles and said softly, "I killed him."

"what?!"

The voice did not come from Zhong Zijin, but from outside the door.Mu Xinghe turned his head, but saw that the door was pushed open, and a swordsman was standing outside the door, his hands were still pushing the door, but he looked as if he had been struck by lightning.He was shocked, and then ran out quickly, the wind and rain knocked over his bamboo hat, and he had no time to take care of it.

Zhong Zijin was also pale by the news, but he picked up the sword on his table and hurriedly said: "I'll stop him!"

Seeing Zhong Zijin's appearance, Mu Xinghe smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to stop him unhurriedly: "It's not necessary, I dare to do it, don't I dare to admit it?"

"You..." Zhong Zijin hesitated for a long time. After standing for a long time, he sat down slowly. He thought and thought, and then asked, "Do you have any difficulties?"

Mu Xinghe looked at his friend's dark pupils without any impurities, and smiled, "I made a choice between two."

Zhong Zijin stood up suddenly, his voice was a little unstable: "I remember, you told me that you don't choose such a question."

Mu Xinghe's heart was full of thousands of thoughts, but in the end it was only boiled down to two words: "I'm afraid..."

The two did not speak again.The lights were burning more and more dimly, but the sound of the rain showed no signs of stopping.

It was Mu Xinghe who spoke in the increasingly dimmer lights, as if he couldn't stand the silence, and he was bored to find a topic: "I originally wanted to talk to Senior Brother Xiao Wen, I have something... I want to borrow my life mirror One use. But since he's not here, then I'll think of a way."

In fact, they all knew that Wen Xingze's death and life were inextricably linked to the life-eclipsing mirror.

Zhong Zijin looked at Mu Xinghe, with dim and floating candles flickering in his eyes: "...I think that you have really changed a lot since you came back this time."

The author has something to say:

Ah~~ I recently changed jobs, so busy that I am very tired and sleepy every day. I can’t even do the mushrooms that are updated at [-] midnight, and I have to go to bed early.This article has also reached the final stage, and it is necessary to save some manuscripts in one breath to ensure the integrity of the unified thread of the style, so it may be interrupted for a while.Sometimes it will be updated. In fact, the content has been modified before. After the modification, if there are words to be filled, it will be added~ I will let everyone know when it is uploaded.