MTL - Beiyin Great Sage-Chapter 580 Xianyuan

  Chapter 580 Immortal Fate

  The three-foot-long knife in Wu Sansi's hand, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and full of water. Just looking at it gives people the illusion that they have been cut in half.

  With a light swing of the knife, even a young child can easily split rocks.

  With Zhou Yi's cultivation and strength, he has already entered the realm of having no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart, and even iron can be turned into a magic weapon.

  The weapon in your hand will hardly affect your strength.

  But he also had to admit that if he held the three-foot-long sword in Wu Sansi's hand, the power of his own sword technique would definitely increase by several percent.

   This knife has no name.

   It is a precious sword that Wu Tiantong collected many treasures when he was alive, and was crafted by countless skilled craftsmen.

   It is heard.

  Wu Tiantong, who holds this knife, once fought against the innate master!

   "Zheng!"

  The long knife trembled slightly.

  Wu Sansi's expression froze, he was obviously just a seven-year-old child, holding a long knife and stepping on horseback, he already had the air of a master of swordsmanship.

  As the son of Wu Tiantong, he was taught by Wang Chonggu since he was a child. His knowledge of sword techniques is solid.

   But this time,

  But I don't know how to start.

  The figure on the opposite side is tall and burly, and when he stops casually, he gives people a calm and heavy momentum like green pines and mountains.

  The wooden knife in the figure's hand is extremely simple.

   But in Wu Sansi's eyes, the blade seemed to be on his own neck, as long as he moved, his throat would cut open the blood.

  The other party didn't make a move, but just stood far away, relying on that Ling Ran saber intent, he was almost out of breath.

  Sword intent!

  It sounds abstruse, but in fact it is the perfect control of the body, spirit and weapons in the hands, reaching a certain degree of natural appearance.

   Just like calligraphy and painting.

  When a certain skill reaches a certain level, it will give people a different feeling. It is obviously a dead thing, but it seems to be alive.

   And this degree.

  No matter what business you are in, you can be called a master!

"Ah…"

  Zhou Yi drank lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the suppression of the saber intent was released.

Chance!

  Wu Sansi's eyes lit up, and his whole body was like a spring that had been compressed to the extreme, bursting out suddenly, and he cut at Zhou Yi all the way.

  Nine meteors against the sky knife!

  This sword technique was acquired by Wu Tiantong together with the 'immortal inheritance', and it can be related to immortals, so the sword technique is naturally extraordinary.

   knife out,

   A murderous intent to kill everything exploded.

   This is not Wu Sansi's own understanding, but the killing intent inherent in this saber technique. If the moves have spirituality, it is simply unimaginable.

  Zhou Yi looked at the long knife and narrowed his eyes slightly.

  Even though he has seen it several times and even touched it himself, he still marvels at the sharpness of this knife.

  Even if the pure yang iron cloth shirt is perfect, if it is not necessary, he is unwilling to resist hard, so he gently turns sideways, and lightly strikes the side of the incoming blade with the wooden knife.

   "Peng!"

   A heavy voice sounded.

"drink!"

  Wu Sansi yelled loudly, paused his steps, folded his body and stretched out, the light of the knife was cold and sharp, and the wind of the knife swept across 180 degrees with a chill.

  When an ordinary person uses a sword, his wrist will definitely tremble slightly.

   This is caused by the flow of blood, it is unavoidable, unless it is suppressed by a top expert, but Wu Sansi has no such problem.

  His whole body seemed to be supported by the knife technique. The long knife drew a smooth arc in the air, but it just brushed against the soles of Zhou Yi's feet.

   "Shua!"

  Showing the long knife, it suddenly shakes strangely, and colorful knife shadows spread out.

  This knife is actually a soft blade!

   It is precisely because of this that a few months ago, Wang Chonggu was able to severely injure Mrs. Hua and Wei Zhong at a critical moment with the knife hidden on his body.

   Almost turned over in one fell swoop.

  Zhou Yi was in mid-air, he couldn't use his feet, and when he saw this, his body folded, and he waved the wooden knife in his hand on his head and feet, and the knife cut straight at the face of the knife.

   "Peng!"

   "Pumba!"

   There was an endless stream of collision sounds.

  Wu Sansi felt his hand sinking, and had to swing the long knife with all his strength, the knife became more and more urgent, and the speed became faster and faster.

   Blink of an eye.

  On the field, only the light of the knife flickered, and the figure was already hidden in it.

  Zhou Yi put one hand behind his back and walked around with a wooden knife in his hand, criss-crossing his body three feet away, as if he was dodging nimbly at the tip of a sharp knife.

   seems dangerous,

  There was no change on his face.

  Wu Sansi slashed with a long knife, his speed almost lost control, but was suppressed by his opponent to the limit he could control.

   This feeling of being on the verge of breaking down is both torture and a test.

   "Shua!"

   Dao Guang suddenly shines.

  Wu Sansi roared to the sky, the feeling of breaking the limit made him feel comfortable, and every capillary in his body seemed to be open.

   Unspeakably happy.

   "Peng!"

  The back of the sword collided, accompanied by a long sword groan, Wu Sansi backed up again and again, sweating profusely, but his face was full of excitement.

  Own knife technique, another breakthrough!

   "Uncle."

  Looking at Zhou Yi, he was grateful:

   "Thank you, uncle."

"Ok."

  Zhou Yi nodded expressionlessly, flicked his fingers, and a copper coin shot out, passed through the window sash, and hit the backyard wall.

   "Poof!"

  The copper coins penetrated into the wall, which also made Wei girl who was about to climb the wall to leave froze.

"Humph!"

   Cursing her lips, she came to the front yard with an angry expression on her face.

  During the past few months, she tried many times to get in touch with the outside world, but she was discovered every time, and sometimes she was beaten violently.

  Zhou Yi is not sympathetic.

   "Sister Wei!"

  Wu Sansi was excited when he saw her:

   "I can already perform the sixth form of the Nine Loss Against Heaven Sword. Thanks to Uncle Zhou's guidance, you should ask for advice when you have time."

   "I don't have so many good things about you." Wei Yatou pouted, with a look of unwillingness:

   "Without exchanging exercises, how can others be so kind as to give advice?"

"Uh…"

  Wu San thought for a moment.

  During this time, Zhou Yi and the three of them traveled thousands of miles to this place called Kang Town, and got to know each other's temperaments a little bit.

  Wu Sansi was young after all, except that he was a little more cautious and cautious towards others due to his life experience, he was just an ordinary child.

   Playful, active, and curious.

  Girl Wei is different. Although she is not very old, she was born in a prison. She has seen too many sinister things in the world, and her mind is more cunning.

   Fortunately, he still has a pure heart and is not a wicked person.

  As for Zhou Yi...

  In the eyes of the two of them, this is an unsmiling ascetic monk.

  The strength is profound, but too boring.

  In the past few months, apart from practicing, that is, practicing, I don’t drink too much, don’t like sex, don’t like money, and I am only interested in martial arts.

   No wonder you are so young, but so amazing!

   Temperament is not bad, but I don't like to talk very much. If I want to get advice from the other party, I have to give the benefits of greeting.

"All right."

  Zhou Yi spoke slowly:

   "Which two words are today?"

   "Oh!" Wu San thought for a while and said:

   "It's Daling!"

   "Daling?" Zhou Yi was thoughtful:

   "Tong Sheng Daling..."

   then asked:

   "How many characters are left in Changsheng Gong?"

   "There are still..." Wu Sansi made the calculation with his fingers, and his face was a little ugly:

   "There are sixty-eight characters left."

   "Yes." Zhou Yi nodded slowly:

   "Two words a day, there are still more than four days in a month. You'd better hope that there will be a fairy coming during this time, otherwise Zhou will not be with you."

  He had an agreement with the other party to **** the two of them here to wait for the 'immortal'.

During this period.

  Wu Sansi needs to teach him the real "immortal inheritance" longevity skill, two words a day, and leave after the word.

certainly.

  If the 'immortal' arrives early during this period, Wu Sansi also needs to inform the rest of the inheritance in order to complete the agreement.

  As for Wei girl...

  Wu Sansi promised to take her to meet the gods together, to see if she could get a 'fairy'.

  The other ones are Wei Zhong and Wang Chonggu.

  Different from the two children, these two are old fritters who have been fighting in the rivers and lakes for decades, so Zhou Yi will naturally not bring him with him.

   As early as on the way here, I chose a place to put them down separately.

  ...

time,

   Slowly passing.

   In the blink of an eye, nearly a month has passed.

  'Immortal' still didn't come.

  In fact, at the end of the Longevity Kung Fu, it is no longer a method of practice, but an expounding of a certain idea. It is of little use whether you listen to it or not.

  But Zhou Yi intends to persevere until the end.

   One is to seek perfection, and the other is also curious about what an "immortal" looks like, and whether you can also try to see if you have "immortal fate" by the way.

  As for Wu Sansi turning his face...

  A child's mind, he can still grasp it.

   "Gululu..."

  The kettle was steaming, and the lid kept shaking.

  Zhou Yi picked up the kettle and spoke slowly:

   "It's been a few days, why don't you tell me what is the fairy fate in your mouth?"

  Wu Sansi sat across from her, her little face tensed, showing anxiety from time to time, while Wei Yatou was obsessed with contacting the outside world and squatting obediently aside.

   "Xianyuan..."

   After thinking for a while, Wu Sansi finally spoke. After several months of getting along, he had lost his vigilance towards the two people around him.

  Children who are seven or eight years old have only a few years to remember.

   months,

   is enough to foster a certain amount of trust.

  He spoke crisply:

   "When my father was young, he met a dying fairy."

   "Quickly dying?" Wei Yatou blinked:

   "Do immortals die too?"

   "I don't know." Wu Sansi shook his head:

   "But that's what my father said in my memory. The Nine Meteors Against Heaven Knife and the Longevity Kung Fu were all obtained from that 'immortal'."

   "Later..."

   His expression darkened, and he said slowly:

   "My father passed away, and then I asked Uncle Wang to bring me here."

   "So, you have been to this town before?" Zhou Yi nodded:

   "Didn't you meet a fairy at that time?"

   "No." Wu Sansi shook his head and said:

   "However, I met a person called Yingying Shi. He said that he is an outer disciple of some immortal sect, and I can join the immortal sect."

   "But it will take two years, and a fairy will come over in two years, and then I can follow the fairy to cultivate the fairy."

  The process is simple, but some of it doesn't make sense.

Such as:

  Since he knew that Xianyuan was here, why did Wu Tiantong take the risk of doing anything wrong, rebelling and massacring the common people in order to advance to Xiantian.

  Another example:

  Wang Chonggu also knew this place, why didn't he stay here all the time?

  However, Wu Sansi is just a child. He was only five years old two years ago, and his memory is not very clear, let alone explain the reason.

   Zhou Yi asked slowly:

   "How can you be sure that the immortal is here?"

"this."

  Wu Sansi shook a golden tassel on his waist and said:

  "When this thing lights up, it means that the immortal is nearby. Just follow its fingerprints to find the immortal."

"Uh…"

  Wei girl blinked, bent down to lift the tassel, and said dumbly:

   "How do I feel, it seems to be glowing now?"

   "Shua!"

   Zhou Yi flashed his figure and appeared in front of the two of them, staring at the golden tassels that were flickering back and forth thoughtfully.

   "The immortal is here."

   His voice was faint.

  For the legendary immortal, he was both curious and fearful. After all, it was rumored that the immortal could easily kill him.

   "What are the remaining two sentences of Changsheng Gong?"

   Paused, he looked at Wu Sansi:

   "Say it out, let's go see the 'immortal' together."

"Ok."

  At this time, Wu Sansi was already trembling with excitement, and nodded heavily upon hearing the words.

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   dense forest.

  A figure stood in it with a gloomy expression.

  If Zhou Yi were here, he would be surprised by the identity of the other party.

  In this place thousands of miles away, less than ten miles away from Kang Town, Wen Shanjing, the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, unexpectedly appeared.

   "Hoo..."

  The mountain wind blew, and a person appeared in front of Wen Shanjing silently.

   "Senior."

   His complexion changed, and he hurriedly knelt down on one knee:

   "Senior Lin, the disciples of the Heavenly Corpse Sect have rushed over, and they should have entered the town by now."

   "The Celestial Corpse Sect?"

  In the forest, a hoarse voice sounded:

   "Old monster Lin, didn't you say that there are only monks from the Qixuanmen? Why is there another Heavenly Corpse Sect?"

"what is the difference?"

  Boss Lin spoke slowly:

   "They're all about to die. One more person can gain more. I'll share one share. I'm afraid it's more than enough for each person to have a magic weapon."

   "Hey..." In the shadow, another voice sounded:

   "That's easy to say!"

   "Who knows how good this person is? If he is a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, we will die together."

   "Besides, the Heavenly Corpse Sect is not a small sect. There are three Daoist monks in the sect. It is not a small trouble to cause the Heavenly Corpse Sect."

   "Trouble?" Old Freak Lin snorted softly:

   "My daughter is the imperial concubine, my grandson is the prince, and the Lin family belongs to the Liang family. It was my Lin family who were the first to be unlucky when this matter came to light."

   "Lin is not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

   "As for the cultivation of this person, don't worry about it. That person is only investigating the disappearance of a fellow disciple more than ten years ago, and it is impossible for him to come out as a late-stage Qi refining monk."

   There was silence in the field.

   "Hey..." Yin laughter sounded again:

   "Old Freak Lin, you are now under one person and over ten thousand people. You have a family, a job, and children. What are you doing this time?"

   "If it works, you won't get much benefit."

   "It's a failure. The Lin family's foundation for more than a hundred years is about to come to an end!"

   "What the **** are you thinking?"

   "Not bad." The hoarse voice said:

   "We are all scattered cultivators, and no one cares about you after death. You have a family attached to you."

   "Even if the Lin family doesn't mention it, the killing of the monks of Qixuanmen will inevitably lead to a war between Song and Liang. Don't you think about it?"

   "I don't need to worry about Raul." Old Freak Lin lowered his eyebrows:

   "Just remember to clean up after the murder, and Lin will be there for the rest."

"That's good."

  One person said:

   "Not to mention anything else, Mr. Lin, we can still trust your reputation, otherwise we wouldn't agree to join hands with you to kill practitioners."

  (end of this chapter)