I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

　　 "Brother, I think this "Wang Qi Yu Jianshu" is good."

　　 "Oh, this book..." The four senior brothers said like a treasure, "Wang Qi Yu Jianshu is easy to get started, but it is difficult to master, or even impossible to practice.

　　The compatibility of this sword technique is very high, any sword can be used,

　　 But because of this... it lacks certainty, and requires more understanding to form their own Wangqi swordsmanship. It can be said that a hundred people practice this swordsmanship, and it will be a hundred different swordsmanship.

　　Introduction Yi means that this sword technique only requires the cooperation of Wang Qi technique.

　　 And Wang Qi technique is a small spell that every Taoist priest must learn before stepping out of the mountain gate, in order to understand good and evil, know good and bad, and see evil.

　　 Being proficient is hard to say that it takes time for you to activate the Qi Qi technique. In the confrontation of electric light and flint, this time is terrible.

　　Wang Qi technique itself is a small spell, but it can be played as a great magical power in the follow-up. Although it is a great magical power, it requires more and more time and preparation...

　　 Can you really combine the higher level of aura and the sword?

　　 nothing...

　　Since you think it's good, choose this one.

　　 If you can really build your own path with Wang Qi Yu Jianshu, fight fiercely with demons, advance and retreat, defend, and Wang Qi out of the sword, it is very powerful. "

　　 The fourth brother is obviously not optimistic about the younger brother.

　　Wang Qi Swordsmanship, the name is very mysterious, when you fight, you have to exercise Qi, where can you still have the mind to look at Qi?

　　 Black Tortoise, isn’t the white crane fragrant?

　　 But the junior brother chose it himself, and he couldn't help it.

　　 Maybe the younger brother hit the south wall, and if he broke his head, he would know that he was wrong.

　　 "I will get it to you."

　　 "Thank you brother."

　　 Xiang Baiquan looked at the delicate body of the fourth brother and got up, and then walked into the Dao Zang Pavilion.

　　 "By the way, brother, do you have practiced swordsmanship?" Xiang Baiquan asked curiously.

　　 The fourth brother paused, and said lightly: "I don't learn this."

"why?"

"As the saying goes, if you cultivate one's life without cultivating one's nature, heaven and earth are a fool. But I just think that it is absolutely necessary not to cultivate. I don't care about this filthy body. If it is not for the soul to send this body, I really don't want to keep it for a minute. "

Xiang Baiquan looked at the four brothers’ beautiful bodies that did not look like men. He actually expressed his understanding, but he reminded: “Brother, among my Wudang elders, it seems that there is no clear record of anyone who can ascend to an immortal. It's a piece of loess, buried in the mountains."

　　 The fourth brother fell silent and did not reply. Instead, he entered the pavilion. When he returned, he had grabbed a blue cover booklet in his hand. He handed it to the younger brother and waved his hand, "Let's go."

　　......

　　 With the technique of congenital fetal breath cultivation and the sword technique of Wang Qi, Xiang Baiquan felt that he could do it again.

　　 The battle changes and the stars move, time changes.

The Taoist priests came down the mountain and returned, and they came back down the mountain, and Xiang Baiquan, who is still the sacred Taoist priest, is still diligent and diligent every day. , Or after the evening class, he will really have time.

　　 However, the Qi movement method makes him energetic and extremely efficient, so even if he is busy, he still has enough time to practice.

　　 Unknowingly, it is the end of another snowy year.

　　 On Wudang Mountain, the wind is like a knife and the snow is like an arrow.

　　 The sword rolls the mountain like a mat, and the arrow crosses the sky white.

　　 The mountains are like a gallop frozen in time, and present a huge undulating snow-white mountain shape. There are little snow packs bulging on the mountain steps, but there are no footprints.

　　 During the Spring and Autumn period of Wudang, there were the most pilgrims, and the most powerful merchants on the first day of the beginning of the year, but at this time...there was no one, and it was lonely and deep, and with the fog in the morning, it looked like a fairy dwelling.

　　 The young Taoist priest in a white robe is holding a long sword, his feet wrapped in cloud socks and ten square boots, moving quickly in the courtyard of the quiet room.

　　 The speed of the sword is very fast, and the body is covered with qi.

　　 He had a sudden stop, his sword pointed far away.

　　 Suddenly, a sword aura of intangible matter came out through the sword, stabbing a very obvious trajectory in the wind and snow.

　　His sword strength kept going, and he turned around and cut again.

　　 Under a slash, the white space behind him was directly torn apart.

　　 The snow all over the sky has an extra wound of ten thousand feet.

　　 Wang Qi Yu Jianshu does not have a starting style, nor a fixed move, but it is divided into two parts.

　　 In the first part, follow the rules, teach you how to combine strength and sword, and then use Qi to fight the sword, and use the sword to do business.

　　 The next article is to teach you how to melt Wang Qi into the sword, and even achieve both hope and defense in one breath.

After 　　 a stick of incense, Xiang Baiquan stopped his movements, sweating all over his body, escaping from the white robe, like white snakes rushing into the sky.

　　 He put the sword in the sword barrel, and then looked at the fire on the side.

　　 The iron mouth of the big kettle on the fire just started to steam.

　　 He took hot water and poured it into a large pottery jar with medicinal materials, then added cold water to test the water temperature, and then took off his clothes and got into the jar.

　　 It was a sturdy body like a wild leopard being submerged in warm water,

　　 His whole body has very smooth lines and contours. Although he does not have giant armor-like muscles piece by piece, his muscles are full of a powerful explosive force that can be thrown out at any time and eaten by people.

　　 Xiang Baiquan stretched his hands, and placed the edge of the pottery jar in the most comfortable position. The smell of medicine rose up, giving him a feeling that his body was absorbing the medicine and became stronger.

　　 Then he breathed a faint sigh of relief, looking up at the snowy mountain night illuminated by the lights.

　　 In a few days, it will be the eighteenth year since I came to this world.

　　 The self in my previous life is still studying at this time, and is generally busy...

Later, I worked hard, drunk meat and wealth, on the vanity fair, and the body was hollowed out. If it weren’t, then there would be no serious illness. Then, in regret, he unplugged the ventilator and climbed to the glass on his knees. In front of the window, he held his hands and looked at the outside world, and issued the vow of "If there is an afterlife, don't seek fame and fortune, but only seek happiness"~www.readwn.com~ He squeezed his fist, and the strong qi burst out. Following the collision of the five fingers, there was a thunderous explosion.

　　 He smiled contentedly, "Past life... but I never thought I could have such a good figure."

　　 "It's just...Is there really a fairy in this world?"

　　 "If you can live forever, who doesn't want?"

　　 "If you can't, it doesn't matter, I can live this life more, and be happy in this life, I am also satisfied."

　　 It is not appropriate to say that he has no regrets. Maybe he should cross a few months later, until he is just picked up by the old way. Then he will be carefree and worry-free.

　　 But who makes him a fetus when he wears it...

　　 is the fetus who was born in that woman’s belly for ten months...

　　 Yes, he is an abandoned baby, but he still remembers who his mother was and the gentlest side that the woman who carried her motherhood showed to him.

　　 But even if he remembers, he is no longer ready to look for it.

　　 Too tired, too far, too heavy, why bother, why bother?

　　 A faint sigh cut out a torn track in the winter night.

　　 A week later, it's the last day of the year.

　　 Xiang Baiquan said silently in his heart: "Sign in!"

　　 He was a little expectant, but a little nervous.

　　 After all, he has strengthened this year, and it stands to reason that the year-end award for signing in will be a little bit worse than last year and the year before.

　　 Soon, a familiar voice rang in his mind.

Ding!

　　 The host binds the martial art to Wudang Mountain Tai Chi Palace, and starts to sign in.

Ding!

　　 You have obtained [One Type of Sword Jue-The King of Clouds Come One After Another].

　　 The voice fell, and a dark golden page appeared in his mind.