Hold on, the system and I have never been angry

Sui Guanxian picked him up and pinched the kid's face: "What? Do you think the mountain is boring?"

"Yes." Lu Jinzhao nodded repeatedly.

so boring.

Every day when I open my eyes, I plant flowers, walk sheep and hunt pheasants in the mountains. When I close my eyes, I practice. Three years have passed like this. It is so boring.

The eldest brother Mingxiao is a taciturn person who can't even say a word even if you hit him with three sticks.

Second Senior Brother Rong Ying is a chatterbox who can talk about everything, but he runs back and forth between home and the sect all day long, so it is rare to see him.

Besides, both of them are adults now and only treat him as a three-year-old child, especially Rong Ying, who would shout “Third Junior Brother, slurp, slurp” and “Third Junior Brother, lift me up high” whenever he got close to him, which was really annoying.

The beautiful master and the three divine beasts are nowhere to be seen all day long, and there is even less topic to talk about with the two old men in the back mountain.

Every day he could only try to use his spiritual power to do simple things, such as chopping wood, watering flowers, making fire and cooking, and chatting with Qiansui. In three years, he could chat about as many things as he wanted. If he didn't go down the mountain and wander around, he would really die of suffocation on the mountain.

"I was negligent. Three years is just a blink of an eye, but it seems a long time to humans." Sui Guanxian Jiaoxiao's face with his eyes covered did not show any expression. "Now you and your two brothers are in the opening period, which is enough for you to have your own spiritual tools. When you pick a few spiritual tools from my collection and recognize them as your masters, I will take you down the mountain to play."

Lu Jinchao looked at him puzzledly: "Shouldn't I refine my own spiritual weapon?"

"How can what you kids refine be better than a ready-made divine weapon? The more powerful the innate spiritual weapon is, the more benefits it will bring to the cultivator. The biggest advantage of refining by yourself is that it is extremely difficult to produce rejection during fusion, but there is no one who cannot fuse the divine weapon I refine."

"In fact, the main reason is that they like to recruit hundreds or even thousands of disciples. Naturally, it is impossible for them to give each one a top-grade spiritual weapon. They can only ask the disciples to refine it themselves. Over time, it has become a convention."

"They are poor and stingy, but I am rich and generous." Sui Guanxian pinched his face and said, "Of course I have to use the best for my disciples."

"By the way, have you decided which school you want to major in?"

The world of immortal cultivation is mainly divided into seven major factions: sword, magic, weapons, talismans, elixirs, formations, and beast taming.

Among them, sword cultivation has the least branches, which is nothing more than changes in sword moves; magic cultivation has the most branches, and almost all pure techniques that use spiritual power belong to the category of magic cultivation; refining equipment and alchemy require the most talent, the most money, and the most money.

Even if it can be divided into hundreds or thousands of small schools, it can never escape the scope of these seven major schools.

Lu Jinzhao: "I'm interested in all of them. Can't we practice them all at the same time?"

"Of course you can. I have cultivated all seven meridians simultaneously, and now all of them have been perfected." Sui Guanxian put him back on the ground, patted his head, and said, "But do you know how long it took me to cultivate all seven meridians with my extraordinary talent? It still took tens of thousands of years."

"You should first master one branch, and then try another branch, so that you can focus more."

Lu Jinchao said without thinking: "I want to practice sword first."

The sword master kills, and the sword cultivator's combat power is unmatched among people of the same level. In many cases, it is not a problem to kill people of higher levels.

What's more, the sword cultivator is very handsome.

He really couldn't think of any disadvantages of being a swordsman.

Hearing this, Sui Guanxian took off two sword-shaped hairpins from his hair crown and handed them to his expressionless yet cute third disciple: "These two are the pinnacle of my weapon refining. I have never seen better ones in tens of thousands of years. They are for you."

Before Lu Jinchao's hand touched the sword, the sword energy immediately cut two deep cuts that were visible to the bone. He frowned and used his spiritual power to repair the wound.

"Wait." Sui Guanxian immediately dripped his blood onto the sword, "It's OK."

Qiansui couldn't control the urge to complain: "...You used the artifact as a hairpin? I almost cut my hand off before I even touched it. You used it to tie your hair. If nothing else, your hair is too awesome, isn't it???"

The artifact recognized its master with a drop of blood, and from then on it became Lu Jinchao's property. He said, "Thank you, Master. But, why two?"

Sui Guanxian's eyes revealed a look of 'the child seems to be stupid': "One is for flying with a sword, and the other is for fighting."

"So sword cultivators can use multiple flying swords at the same time?"

Sui Guanxian asked back, "Who stipulated that sword cultivators can only carry one sword?"

Lu Jinchao's worldview has been refreshed. He has always been influenced by various cultural works and believes that traditional swordsmen only use a single sword.

"Sword cultivators are generally poor. They have to maintain and protect their swords. They also have to maintain their status and pride. They are unwilling to do some profitable business, so they usually only maintain one sword. I am different. I have a natural treasure."

Sui Guanxian waved his hand, and hundreds of long swords of various shapes suddenly appeared behind him, each of which was a rare top-grade weapon. "See? Good weapons, no such thing as too many. I will refine a sword box for you later. When you reach the Divine Movement Stage, you won't need to sheath the sword, you can directly store it in your soul."

Lu Jinzhao: "May I ask, Master, what is the name of the sword?"

Sui Guanxian pointed at the one in the child's left hand and said, "It's called Wait."

Chitose: “What a strange name.”

Sui Guanxian raised his eyebrows: "When fighting, say 'wait a minute', and when the opponent is distracted, stab him with your flying sword. It works every time."

Chitose: "...it still has to be you."

Lu Jinzhao picked up the one in his right hand: "What about this one?"

Sui Guanxian put his index finger on his chin, thought seriously, and looked at the hundreds of flying swords floating in the air. He silently recited a few names, but found that they were all wrong. He waved his hand to take back the flying swords and said, "I can't remember. You can give it one."

"Let's call it 'Stay'."

Qiansui was really impressed. These two people are indeed "blood relatives". They have the same unique train of thought. It raised its paw silently and asked, "Have you ever thought about talking normally in the future? 'Brother, wait a minute', the sword is coming, 'Brother, stay', the sword is coming, but you don't actually want to attack the other party, and then the other party and your flying sword look at each other in bewilderment?"

The two of them looked at it at the same time, then silently looked away.

"Your system doesn't seem to be working very well."

"Make Master laugh."

Chitose was not convinced: "Hey! You two! What do you mean? You look down on cats, don't you?!"

Lu Jinchao held two sword hairpins in his hand and grabbed Qiansui's neck skin: "Let's go back and practice flying with swords."

Chitose was held in the air, feeling dissatisfied: "Hmph, you are a scumbag host who forgot about the cat after having a daughter and loves the new and hates the old!"

"Remember to call your two senior brothers here for me."

"no problem."

The levels of cultivation are roughly divided into: the stage of hearing the truth, the stage of enlightenment, the stage of spiritual wisdom, the stage of dissolution, the stage of divine movement, the stage of Nascent Soul, the stage of out-of-body experience, the stage of spiritual emptiness, the stage of mysterious spirit, and the stage of overcoming tribulations and ascending.

After getting the artifact-level flying sword, Lu Jinchao did not merge it with his soul immediately. His body was still too small to be suitable for the flying sword to penetrate his bones.

Therefore, the realm is only promoted from the first level of consecration to the sixth level of consecration.

But it was enough. A three-year-old at the sixth level of the Kaiguang period, what else did he need?

The sword hairpin can change its size according to his wishes. After the sword body returns to normal, Lu Jinchao steps on the Liubu and begins to try to fly with the sword.

Liubu was very obedient and controlled the direction and speed according to his mind throughout the whole process. In a short while, he adapted to the situation and was able to fly around the entire sect.

Sui Guanxian used a sword hairpin in his hair crown, and Lu Jinchao followed suit and also put the Qie Man hairpin into his own hair crown.

In a moment of distraction, the flying sword was too fast and accidentally cut the flock of birds passing by. Most of their wings were severely damaged and almost broken, unable to flap their wings, and began to fall down one after another.

Seeing this, Lu Jinchao turned around and flew towards the bottom of the birds. He landed on the ground early and used his spiritual power to make a net to catch the birds. Then he put the birds on the ground and stopped their bleeding and healed their wounds one by one.

He looked at Liu Bu who was standing aside and clearly knew he had done something wrong, and said helplessly: "Don't do that next time."

Liubu raised the hilt of his sword, as if he was nodding like a human, indicating that he understood.

By the time the flock of birds was cured and flew back to the disciples' courtyard in the back mountain, Ming Xiao and Rong Ying had already returned with the magic weapon from Sui Guanxian.

Rong Ying held the treasure gourd in his hand and chattered around Ming Xiao: "What did you get? Let me see."

Ming Xiao pushed his face away, reached out to catch Lu Jinchao who fell from the flying sword, put him steadily on the ground, and handed him the sword case on his back: "Third Junior Brother, this is the sword case that Master asked me to pass on to you."

"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Jinzhao held the sword case, and Liu Bu and Qie Man automatically put their swords back into their sheaths.

Rong Ying was completely ignored by them. He jumped up and down holding the talisman to make himself felt. "Hey, hey, hey! Can you guys pay attention to me?!"

"No." Ming Xiao pushed Rong Ying's thin face away again, "Go back to your room and pack your things. Master said we will leave in a quarter of an hour and we can still make it to Changli City for lunch."

Rong Ying curled her lips and said, "We have been fasting for so long, why do we still need to eat lunch? Besides, can't Master just make a gesture and we can get there in the blink of an eye? Why does it sound like we have to walk with our own legs?"

"Third Junior Brother needs to eat to grow. Most of the people in Changli City are ordinary people, and there are too many people and too many eyes. It is really inconvenient."

Qiansui tilted his head: "But even if it is a mortal city, there should be many monks there, right? Is there any need to make such a fuss?"

Lu Jinchao looked at the material of the sword case and couldn't tell it, but he used the lanyard on it to carry it on his back, it was as light as a feather, so it must be of the best quality. He explained, "The main reason is that in the cultivation system of the general public down the mountain, one must be at least level 5 to fly, which is equivalent to the Divine Movement Stage. If we fly directly over, it will be easy to be misunderstood as all of us are at least level 5, causing panic among the residents in the city. I'm afraid that everyone will hide in their homes and refuse to come out to do business. Wouldn't it be a waste of our trip?"

Chitose: “I see.”

A quarter of an hour later, three disciples appeared under the sect's plaque on time, carrying their own small bags.

Lu Jinchao could have handed all the things to Qiansui. He just thought it was funny to see a three-year-old child carrying a bag as if he was running away from home.

Sui Guanxian arrived late. Seeing them carrying their bags, his eyes under the silken veil blinked twice. He said, "Didn't I give you a space storage magic weapon?"

The three disciples and a cat shook their heads in unison.

"It seems that I am indeed old and my memory is not good." Sui Guanxian took out three purses from his wide sleeves and floated them in front of the third disciple: "Storage bags, drip blood to recognize the owner, unless the owner is dead, others cannot open it."

He looked at his only short leg, bent down and picked up Lu Jinzhao, "I'll teach you my secrets later."

The world in the sleeve was the spell he used to take things out of his sleeve just now. Lu Jinchao held the storage bag: "I also want to learn the art of calculation."

“Not yet.” Sui Guanxian tapped his nose and said, “The art of calculation can pry into the secrets of heaven, which will shorten your lifespan. You are still young and don’t have that much lifespan to waste. I will teach you when you are an adult.”

Rong Ying smiled and said, "Master, I am an adult now, can I learn?"

"No."

"Why? Master is biased!"

"The foundation of the art of calculation is the Heavenly Eye. You two don't have the Heavenly Eye, so I will teach you the Heavenly Eye Secret first."

Qiansui: "? So the third eye can be opened later in life?"

"Of course. Even among a billion mortals, there may not be one who is born with a heavenly eye. Most cultivators still open their eyes later in life." As he spoke, Sui Guanxian took his three disciples and flew up into the sky. "It is not easy to open a heavenly eye. Only less than one in a hundred people can successfully open their eyes."

Lu Jinzhao hugged Sui Guanxian's neck and looked down. He saw the vast land before his eyes. There were villages scattered among them and curls of smoke rising from the roofs. It was like a peaceful and tranquil picture.

The village is surrounded by green farmland, with rolling wheat waves, like a green ocean rippling gently in the breeze. On the ridges of the fields, the figures of farmers working hard are looming, bending over, working hard on the land, and working hard for a living.

In the distance, a winding river runs through the fields like a silver ribbon, and the sparkling water reflects the sky and clouds, which is beautiful. On the river bank, there are green trees and birds singing happily on the branches, adding a lively beauty to the scenery.

The cultivator had sharp ears and eyes, and he could even hear the sound of thugs and bullies robbing farmers below. The victims seemed to be an old man and his granddaughter.

Lu Jinzhao leaned close to Sui Guanxian's ear and whispered, "I want to go down and take a look."

"How old are you, and you already know how to accumulate merit for yourself?" Sui Guanxian raised his lips slightly and joked with him, "Go if you want to. I'll wait for you here."

"Okay." Lu Jinzhao nodded, "Bring the sword."

Before long, Lu Jinchao flew out of the sword box first, jumped out of Sui Guanxian's arms, stepped on the flying sword, and Qiansui followed by stepping on the hilt of the sword, and headed straight for the village below.

Ming Xiao took a step forward and said, "Master, I want to go down and help Third Junior Brother."

Sui Guanxian raised his hand: "No need, he can take care of himself."

"Don't worry, big brother, don't you know our little brother? No one below can match him." Rong Ying sat down lazily on the cloud, "But speaking of which, Master, didn't you once say that we don't need to rely on mortals to support us in our cultivation? Can our little brother really accumulate merits by doing justice and helping the weak?"

"No. Only gods and immortals born from the strong will of mortals need merit to maintain their own power. As acquired cultivators, our spiritual power comes entirely from our own practice, and we will not lose our power just because no one worships us."

Sui Guan changed the subject and said, "But what I teach you is the Way of the Heart. The so-called Way of the Heart means that you should act according to your heart. If you force yourself to go against your nature for a long time, you may ruin your heart of the Tao and it will be useless for your cultivation. Your junior brother is willing to help others and has the ability to help, so why not? This is his way. Only when you have a goal in cultivation can you make progress. You two should also find your own way."

Ming Xiao bowed and said, "Yes. I will follow Master's instructions."

Lu Jinzhao stepped on Qie Man and landed on the ground at a rapid speed. He put his two fingers together and gestured twice in the air. Qie Man flew over and instantly cut off the hands of those thugs.

The severed hand and the weapon fell to the ground together, and several people fell to the ground wailing with weak legs.

The old man's face was bruised from the beating, and he held his granddaughter tightly in his arms. When he heard the screams of those men, he opened his eyes and saw a child holding a sword. The child was not as tall as the sword, but had a very strong aura.

Qiansui popped up a few panels, which showed that those people were bandits who occupied the nearby mountains and had no grudges against the old man. On the contrary, they had been oppressing the villagers for a long time.

Since there was no other inside story, Lu Jinzhao took a glance and ordered to chop off their heads quickly and neatly.

The old man was startled and tremblingly asked, "Excuse me, are you a warrior from Wuji Sect?"

"Wuji Sect? Where is that?" Lu Jinchao put his sword back into the box, not wanting other sects to take credit for his achievements. However, he couldn't bring himself to name his own sect, so he pointed to a high mountain not far away that was hidden in the sea of ​​clouds and said, "I am a sword cultivator from that mountain."

The old man looked at the mountain and murmured, "That mountain is always shrouded in fog and is rarely visited by people. When did a sect suddenly appear there..."

Someone nearby bravely came to check and found that several thugs were dead. He shouted excitedly: "The bandits in Jinding Village are dead! Folks can rest assured! A kind monk has dealt with those bandits for us!"

More people poked their heads out and asked, "Is this true? Are those guys from Jinding Village dead?"

"We've asked Wujimen for help so many times, and they're finally willing to send someone to take care of it?"

"I heard that the people in Jinding Village were all sent out by Wuji Sect disciples, so they didn't care about it. Are they really dead?"

"Why do I only see a little doll?"

The old man's granddaughter, who had just come of age, took out a basket of eggs from her home. The old man went to the chicken coop and caught a hen. They tied it up with hemp rope and handed it to Lu Jinzhao: "Thank you for your help, little friend. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

"No need, keep it for yourselves." Seeing that more and more people were gathering around him, and some were even bold enough to come up and touch him, Lu Jinzhao turned around and flew away.

"Oh my god, it flew away. A kid this young can have the fifth-level strength. Could it be a real god?"

The little granddaughter waved at Lu Jinzhao's back: "Little fairy, come and play again next time!"