Cultivation starts with time management

Immortals are extremely rare in this world, and many monks have never heard a word about immortals in their entire lives.

But everyone invariably guessed that, at least in the three sects of the Orthodox Church, each sect had an immortal-rank Taishang elder in charge.

How can people think of Lei Shen, a mediocre tenth-order fairy sword?

"Well." An Zhisu shook his head, "so it still doesn't have a sword master."

Chapter 39 Subduing Lei Shijian is Convincing People with Virtue

The Qingping sword is three feet six inches long, with a black body and a blue lotus decoration on the sword's jaw.

The Thunder Sword is three feet and eight inches long, and the sword body is bright and can be seen. The sword jaw is embossed with golden lion teeth to bite the body of the sword, which looks very mighty and domineering.

Well, or to put it another way, Sao Bao.

Although it was a tenth-order immortal sword, it was thrown into the utility room and no one cared about it. It was like firewood piled up with other brooms.

Finding the dusty Thunder Sword from the corner, An Zhisu picked it up and threw a few sword flowers, wiped the hilt with a handkerchief, and then handed it to Ling Yun:

"Come on, try it? If we can successfully refine it, we don't need to go to Jianchi to get a second sword."

Ling Yunpo took the flying sword and tried to hook up the Qi machine.

As soon as it touched the blade, it was bounced back immediately.

Then came back, there was a very coquettish middle-[-] boy's voice:

"Who wants to refine me? Miscellaneous! Are you an immortal? Aren't you worthy?"

Ling Yunpo: ...

"Senior sister." He said seriously, "I don't have much experience in dealing with sword spirits, but like this kind of sword spirit, I think it can be thrown back into the sword pool and let it go and fight with other flying swords day and night. "

Qing Pingjian's laughter and Lei Chenjian's furious scolding came from his mind, only An Zhisu could be heard laughing:

"Junior brother, after all, Lei Chen is also a tenth-order fairy sword. It's a pity to throw it into the sword pool like this, isn't it?"

Lei Shenjian heaved a sigh of relief and continued to sneer in his mind:

"Pfft, it's fortunate that this little girl knows the goods, but it's a pity that she didn't even reach the Jindan rank. As for you, a rude miscellaneous cultivator, even if you can really become an immortal, you can't try to subdue me!"

"Okay, Senior Sister." Ling Yunpo nodded, "Then I'll take it back and see if I can refine it."

"Mmmm." An Zhisu said with a smile, "Take your time, it doesn't matter."

Returning to the bedroom with the Thunder Sword, and placing it on the desk, Ling Yunpo asked:

"Ajing, Qingping, is there any way to train the sword spirit?"

Kunlun Jing was silent for a long time and said:

"What do you mean by training?"

"Just to make it listen to me obediently." Ling Yunpo sneered, "For example, throw it into the cesspool of the dry toilet?"

"You're human!" Qing Pingjian exclaimed in disbelief.

As a tenth-order immortal sword, naturally there is no need to worry about what material damage a small qi-refining rank disciple can cause to it.

But being thrown into the cesspool... The lethality is not high, and the insult is extremely strong. Lei Chenjian is afraid that he would rather destroy his sword spirit than keep such memories.

"I take the liberty to ask, Lord Sword Master." Qingpingjian asked cautiously, "If you throw it into that filthy place, even if you force it to submit, you can't use it again? After all, it's already so stinky. the sword..."

"It doesn't matter." Ling Yun Po Youyou said, "Just wash it clean. Anyway, you don't need to hold the flying sword in your hand to use it. Even if it stinks, it will smoke others. I don't mind."

Qingping Sword: ...

It wanted to say "but I mind", but thinking about it and knowing that this ruthless sword master would definitely not care about its senses.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Qingpingjian flattered again and said:

"Master Sword Master, do you want me to try it?"

"You?" Ling Yunpo said lazily, "How do you want to try?"

In the previous training with Lin Duanshan, he knew that this Qingping sword was not an ordinary fairy sword - he had to take the initiative to extract its value.

"I can persuade it." Qingpingjian said flatteringly.

"How to convince..." Ling Yunpo just said a word, and suddenly asked cautiously, "Wait, isn't it a beauty trick?!"

"Look at what the sword master said." Qingping Jianjiao laughed, "For us sword spirits, we only have the gender we identify with ourselves, but there is no natural distinction between males and females. What do you say?"

"Besides, since the concubine is the master of the sword master, she will be the sword master's immortal sword in life, and death will be the sword master's broken sword, how could it be possible to flatter another sword..."

"Alright, alright." Ling Yunpo also felt like he was thinking too much, a little to forcefully look for Lu, "Then leave it to you, Qingping. Don't let me down."

He also put the Qingping Sword on the desk, and walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Hmph, Fan Tie, what do you want to do?" Lei Shenjian, who was lying on the table, asked arrogantly.

In the next second, an extremely terrifying aura rose from the Qingping Sword beside him.

Ling Yunpo had nothing to do, and walked around the top of Qingluo Peak with his hands tied for a while.

The peaks of Shushan are located in the realm of Tianfu, with thousands of miles of splendid beauty. Although the scenery is not as magnificent as the Kunlun Snow Peak, it has a delicate and beautiful taste.

Trees and vines, flowers, mountains and streams, birds and insects, all of which are full of natural scenery.

On the side of the stream behind the view, Ling Yunpo saw two lines of poems carved on a stone wall next to him like a knife splitting an axe:

Forever and forever, this hatred is endless.

Ling Yun Po: ?

Looking at this trace, it doesn't look like it was written by Senior Sister An.

But his cheap master, Su Jian, a member of the Seven Killing Formation, is said to be obsessed with kendo all his life, so it is unlikely that he will have such a lingering emotion.

Well, I just don't know which senior stayed.

After turning around outside, Ling Yunpo returned to the wing again, and saw two tenth-order immortal swords still quietly lying on the table.

Ling Yunpo took the Qingping sword, then picked up the Lei Chen sword, and colluded with his breath.

Lei Shenjian did not resist at all, which made him a little puzzled.

So he tried to communicate with it:

"Lei Chen, you..."

"Oh! The little one is here." Lei Chenjian said flatteringly, "Master Sword Master, what's the matter with the little one?"

Ling Yun Po: ? ? ?

He wanted to show the expression of a black question mark, but considering that there was no audience around him at this time, he patiently asked again:

"Qingping... what did it say to you?"

"Lord Sword Master." Lei Shujian said respectfully, "Your Majesty has taught a lot of principles, such as a good bird chooses a wood to live in, and a bright sword chooses a master to benefit; another example is that a sword can have arrogance, but not arrogance..."

"Stop." Ling Yunpo immediately called to stop, interrupting his nagging, "What the hell is your majesty?"

"Your Majesty Qingping considers herself the Queen of Swords, so she is called Your Majesty when she is young." Lei Hujian said with a smile.

"Then what's your gender?"

"The little one has no gender for the time being." Lei Shujian said quickly, "Sword Master likes girls, and the little one is Erba Mei Jiao Niang; if he is masculine, the little one is the beautiful Rabbit Lord. The voice can also be changed accordingly..."

"Go go go!" Ling Yunpo scolded angrily, "What kind of manly style? From today, speak to me in the voice of a little loli!"

"Dare to ask the sword master, who is this little loli..."

"A little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old."

"Little obeys." Lei Shujian began to pronounce, his voice gradually became sharp and crisp, "Uh, oh, ah!"

In the end, the success turned into a silver bell-like girly voice with a bit of milk.

"Master Sword Master ~ May I ask if this is okay?"

"Hmph, that's it." Ling Yunpo said coldly.

Carrying Qingping on his back, he brought up Lei Shang, calmly walked out of his wing, turned around and came to Senior Sister An's door, knocking on the door.

"Senior Sister An." He said in a deep voice, with a smile in his tone, "I have already conquered Lei Shujian!"

"Really?" An Zhisu heard the voice and hurried over to open the door for him. Looking at the Thunder Sword in his hand, he asked in surprise, "How did you get over it?"

"Of course convince people with virtue!" Ling Yunpo said sternly.

Chapter 40 Fighting swords is my specialty in Shushan, I have to taste it

With his excellent character and charm, after conquering Lei Chenjian, Ling Yunpo stayed in Qingluo Peak and concentrated on practicing the sword with both hands against Senior Sister An.

Occasionally read the file and go to Qiu Changtian to practice how to play Yushu Lei more secretly.

Or as Luo Yan, go to Penglai to watch the class, deal with Miss Shi, and refresh the synchronization value.

Time passed like this, and finally came the day of the sword competition.

At noon, the peak of the Golden Palace of Mount Shushan reached its peak, and the sword light came one after another.

Most of the people came to watch the swordsmanship, and some were friends with Ziyun Peak, or had hatred with Qingluo Peak, and they each had a ghost in their hearts.

Lou Zhi was standing on the south side of the sword competition, with his sword on his back and his hands in an aloof posture.

After a while, two sword lights landed on the north side, it was Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu.

"Now that you're here, before the sword-fighting has begun, what are your last words, you can explain it." Lou Zhizheng said.

His voice was loud and full of energy, and it was so shocking that the sky above the summit hummed.There are Foundation Establishment disciples around and exclaimed in shock:

"Could this person really enter the marrow washing stage?!"

No matter what the previous rumors were, in the eyes of most Shushan disciples, Bijian was naturally upright and upright in victory and upright in defeat.

It's like this kind of sneaky tricks that deliberately go to the same level to compete with swords, and then forcibly break through on the spot, are always shameless.

Now, seeing that Lou Zhizheng really broke through the pulp washing step with the power of the secret method, as rumored, they all sent warm boos.

"Hey, conspiracy is also a part of swordsmanship, what do you fools know!"

Lou Zhizheng didn't care at all, just sneered with his arms crossed.

Using the Purple Qi Gathering Secret Technique to forcibly break through will also hurt his future cultivation.

Since he paid such a price, he must beat Ling Yunpo to death this time. How could he damage his bones?

Until that An Zhisu couldn't bear it anymore and was willing to give up the immortal sword in exchange for the spirit stone, he also responded logically, and then simply defeated Ling Yunpo and let him go.

In this way, the plan is perfect, it's really seamless.

The only regret is that there is no senior senior brother coming to watch it at Ziyun Peak.

If there is a real Jindan standing on the sidelines, how can there be so many spectators who dare to come and make noises about themselves!

Hearing the boos from outside the arena, Lou Zhizheng's eyes twitched, his anger was secretly contained in his heart, and he silently clenched the magic formula in his hands.

"That guy doesn't seem to be very popular." Ling Yunpo said.

"Don't be judged by unexpected people." An Zhisu smiled and said, "Take care of it."

When Ling Yunpo stood still in the field, there was a louder boo from the surrounding people.

The viciousness of the various curses and the sharpness of the scolding really shocked him.

"This is the new disciple of Qingluo Peak? Why do you want to worship the bad land of Qingluo Peak?"

"Is it the junior brother of the grass-cutting sword fairy? I heard that only the Qi level is refined, and this time I think about it, I will die."

"Hahaha, no matter which side is seriously injured or tragically killed this time, it's a great joy. After the sword fight, I'll invite everyone to a drink."

I just said that the popularity of the other side is really bad, but I didn't expect that my reputation is not very good, Ling Yunpo thought to himself.

As for why this was the case, he had already roughly inquired about it during the period before the sword competition.

His cheap master, Su Jian, is said to have been the slaughtering star of Shushan, and there are countless real people and elders who died in the hands of Bijian.

It was only later that because of the seclusion, he faded out of the sight of Shushan.

As for her senior sister An Zhisu An, although she is usually gentle and considerate, she is a small killer in the eyes of outsiders.

The outside world even rumored that when there was a slight conflict, he would laugh with his sword and slash people, but his strength was very powerful, and there were not [-] disciples of the same level, so he couldn't control her at all.