I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 351: Ziliang Becomes Immortal?

outside the auditorium.

There was a water break.

When he saw the little apprentice on the steps, he was a little surprised.

However, while the surprise was still spinning in his mind, he was annihilated by the great disciple under the plane tree, who seemed to be floating like a fairy.

The whole body of Zhui Ziliang exuded a mighty aura of magic energy. With the swing of the long sword, the shadows of the sword overlapped one after another, like a colorless misty oriental green dragon.

As soon as Duan Shui Liu pointed out, a transparent ripple formed in front of Lu Shan, trembling slightly like a cicada's wings.

Lu Shan looked back and saw Master, he was overjoyed, got up hurriedly, and shouted: "Master!"

Duan Shui Liu waved his hand, signaling Lu Shan to keep quiet.

Lu Shan quietly walked to Guanshuiliu's side and stood behind Master.

The broken water flow pointed out again.

A weak sword qi shot out from the fingertips.

The sword energy was very weak at the beginning, even when it came close to Zhui Ziliang, it still seemed to be weak.

At this moment, Zhiziliang felt the threat of death.

The seemingly weak sword energy locked all the energy in his body, making him unable to move at all. He could only stop the sword in his hand.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.

...

In his eyes, time flows extremely fast, and he experiences the cycle of four seasons in a moment.

The leaves of the sycamore trees are falling, and the cold wind is coming from the north.

The cold wind howled from the north, blowing down the half-yellow and half-red sycamore leaves, and the sycamore tree in front of me became desolate and bare at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wind was blowing harder and harder, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

It was wet and cool at first, and slowly the snowflakes grew bigger and turned into feather-like snowflakes.

It snowed for countless days and nights, until the whole world was completely covered by ice and snow, and the sycamore tree was also wrapped in a thick silver dress.

Standing in the world of ice and snow, Zhi Ziliang felt a bone-chilling chill, and slowly stretched out his hands to catch a snowflake.

The snowflakes fell on his hands and didn't melt for a long time. In an instant, the snowflakes turned into icicles, which froze his hands extremely quickly, and then affected his entire body in minutes.

His whole body was frozen in ice and snow.

I don't know how long it took, the cold wind stopped, and the ice and snow began to melt into a trickle, converging into a small stream.

These small streams flow slowly and converge again into a large river running from north to south.

If you look down from the sky, these small streams are like the eight extraordinary meridians in the human body, and the big river running from north to south is like the backbone of the back.

As the ice and snow melted, Shiriko was also released from the freeze.

call!
He let out a sigh of relief.

Watching the small streams formed by snow water merge into the big river.

Looking up at the sycamore tree beside him, a small arch began to protrude from the branches, and then a crack opened with a bang, revealing a touch of fresh green.

With slender fingers caressing the long hair on the forehead that was blown by the warm wind, there was a subtle smile on the corner of Shiraki's mouth.

The wind is warming up!

The fresh and tender green quickly grew into palm-sized leaves, and the bare tree trunks became lively again. When the wind blows, you can hear the rustling sound, like a group of people gathered around and whispering. Small talk.

...

The magic energy under Duanshuiliu's feet fluctuated, and the sword intent was raging and raging, and the mighty sword field quietly unfolded.

Shen Zhengjing appeared beside him, and glanced at Lu Shan who was hiding behind, his unique unscrupulous voice sounded in Duan Shuiliu and Lu Shan's mind:

"If you force him to enlightenment, not only will there be endless troubles, but you can even say that it will cut off his further path. You have thought about this matter clearly, and does your disciple know?"

The voice of Duoshuiliu sneered, only sounded in Shen Zhengjing's mind:

"This is a matter between my master and apprentice, and has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to meddle in your own business!"

Shen Zhengjing shook his head and said nothing, then glanced at Lu Shan who was hiding behind, and disappeared with a whoosh.

Lu Shan was dumbfounded, and complained in his heart:

"Old man Shen, oh no, it's time to call great-grandfather."

"What are you always looking at me for, and I didn't ask you to mess with you."

"Besides, I don't want to hide behind. But if the senior brother can't control it, and a sword light flies over, my little life will be gone, and your great-granddaughter will be a widow."

...

High above the sky, Zhao Shuli was floating in the air, with thousands of blue sword glows under his feet, looking around with a serious expression.

...

Except for the Seven Sages of the Sword Academy, several immortals from the main courtyard came out, looking in the direction of the Hall of Seven Sages with piercing eyes.

"Is Shiriko good?"

"Mostly so!"

"Many years ago, it was possible for him to take that step. It's just that he was trapped by love back then, and then joined the forced marriage of the broken master."

"Hehe, no matter how bright and magnanimous a person is, there will inevitably be a trace of gloom in his heart!"

Hearing several people chatting with each other, an old man with pale brows said:
"Okay, it has nothing to do with us anyway. Entering the immortal will definitely cause turmoil, so let's be prepared!"

Everyone felt that there was no need to be on guard, and laughed:
"The seven sages are all in the courtyard, how dare the foreign race really come?"

"Hahaha, I'm afraid one will die and one will die, let's come and die in a pile!"

The old man with pale eyebrows scolded:

"Don't think of alien races so simply, you are all immortals, why are you so naive, your wisdom is in vain!"

They coughed dryly, looked at each other, smiled wryly, and then disappeared.

...

After the warm wind, the summer is hot.

Sweat dripped down his temples, Zhui Ziliang smiled lightly: "The seasons are like the wind, it seems that I have failed in enlightenment, it is Master who is helping me!"

He knew that it was up to him to decide whether to become an immortal or not, and he also knew the disadvantages of becoming an immortal at this time. He had discussed these matters with his master many times.

Gushuiliu's advice to him is not to give up because of temporary difficulties, and the choice is just to feel the difficulties with sincerity.

To put it plainly, don't choose anything, because becoming a fairy is not a matter of choice at all!
Zhiziliang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then continue! I want to see how many spring and autumn rotations I can see!"

...

Feeling the subtle mysteries in the air, Lu Shan took out strong red fruits and swallowed them directly. The magic energy reserves in his body increased rapidly and steadily, but it was a pity that his cultivation base only increased a little.

Suddenly, he saw broken leaves all over the place.

Those broken leaves are the "chaos" caused by the elder brother's snapping of fingers just now.

And this kind of "chaos", in Lu Shan's eyes, seems to have countless "villains" dancing swords non-stop.

He was slightly taken aback: "This is? What a wonderful feeling! Could it be that I am also enlightened?"

The figure flickered and swept aside, and the black sword in his hand lightly followed the trajectory of those "villains", drawing light traces one after another.

No matter what, he wanted to seize this opportunity, what if he really enlightened?
On the other side, Guan Shui Liu shuddered, and felt a mystery emerge from the side.

Looking at the little apprentice wielding a sword, he sighed in his heart:

"My apprentice is really not bad! He can create his own martial arts at such a young age! That idiot, Old Shen, is going to cry to death this time, hahahaha!"

...

Inside the main hall of the Seven Sages Hall.

Shen Zhengjing's beard trembled, and he whispered:

"At that time, I saw his identity as the savior, and I also knew that his talent in swordsmanship was good, but his talent in cultivation was so poor that it was outrageous!"

"If you can't cultivate to the immortal level, what's the use of having a good identity and sword talent?"

After finishing speaking, he stroked his beard, and an inscrutable smile appeared on his face again.

(End of this chapter)