When the devil respects life as a waste

Shen Zhengze was reading a book very quietly for the rest of the time.

Xie Lingjun discovered that Shen Zhengze also had such a tranquil side, and he could not be noisy at all in front of him.Thinking in this way, he looked at Shen Zhengze repeatedly, and every time he caught a glimpse of the other side's face, he felt that the other side's features became more delicate, elegant and refined.

Shen Zhengze touched his face, turned his head curiously, and chuckled lightly: "Why, is there something on my face? Or, if you know yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles?"

Xie Ling was silent.

He can't say, you don't twitter, don't you look pretty good?

Xie Lingjun finally remembered a question that he had ignored - since when did he find Shen Zhengze annoying and disgusting?

Obviously from the beginning, the two cherished each other and considered them confidants.They went out together when they had missions. In desperation, Shen Zhengze suffered a sword for him, damaged his cultivation, jumped over the formation, and left a sword mark on his right shoulder blade.

Why didn't Xie Lingjun feel moved at all?

No.

Nor is it true.

Xie Lingjun was also moved and was willing to accept Shen Zhengze's sword to eradicate his inner demons and repay the other party's kindness.

Xie Lingjun raised his hand, placed it on his heart, and stared deeply at Shen Zhengze.

His feelings seem to have been dusty for a long time, and now they are coming up little by little, like drops of water, not much, but not too little, enough to gather into a trickle.

Shen Zhengze propped up the scroll, propped it on his chin, and smiled with crooked eyebrows, but the words he said implied a warning: "If you look at me like this, I will think you like me. Ah, what a pity, I have Sweetheart."

Xie Lingjun frowned. He had already put his eyes on love, so he felt that Shen Zhengze's words were absurd, so he shook his head and said, "This life is nothing but a sword."

"That's good." Shen Zhengze breathed a sigh of relief, and said easily, "You know, if you look at a person for a long time, you will inevitably show mercy. I hope you will fight me, do your best, and don't show mercy. After all, I don't want to be invincible."

Xie Lingjun sneered, thinking that Shen Zhengze really lost his mind.

Could it be that he has an affair with Shen Zhengze?

The big joke of slipping the world.

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As soon as noon arrived, He Zhizhou happened to appear on the second floor of Wenyuan Pavilion. He scanned and counted, and all nine people had arrived.

He thought that there would be one or two people missing, but it seems that this year's disciples are very well-behaved, unlike theirs.

He Zhizhou asked: "Have I introduced you, what kind of elder am I?"

Meijiu replied: "Lingbao."

"That's right." He Zhizhou nodded, "Do you know what a spirit treasure is, where it comes from, and what is the use of it?"

Mei Jiu and Qiu Fei looked at each other, immediately pulled out "Introduction to Lingbao" from a thick stack of books, and quickly flipped through it.

He Zhizhou called by name and said: "Xie Lingjun. Coincidentally, there is a word 'Ling' in your name. If you don't know what Lingbao is, wouldn't it be justified?"

Xie Lingjun said succinctly: "Qizong's magic weapon, like Miss Wei's withered wood dragon song, is a spiritual treasure. Fazong's talisman paper array, if it is of great use, is also a spiritual treasure."

"It can be said that you know it." He Zhizhou nodded his head, expressing his appreciation, "The disciple next to Xie Lingjun's left hand, Shen Zhengze, can you express more insights?"

Shen Zhengze thought for a while, and then sorted out: "Lingbao, as the name suggests, is a treasure infused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. And the treasure of heaven, material and earth that gathers all spirits may not be a spirit treasure. Lingbao must meet one point, that is, it has no soul and is not a living thing. Therefore, the blood-melting ice lotus, Cangmu Cunxin and other living creatures that may give birth to the soul are not included in the list of spirit treasures."

"Go ahead." He Zhizhou's eyes showed relief.

Shen Zhengze said: "In addition to innate treasures, there are also forged treasures. If I remember correctly, the artifacts stored in the Qingyang Pavilion, such as sound arrays, phantom arrays, and talisman arrays, are acquired spirit treasures, right?"

He Zhizhou looked at Shen Zhengze with admiration, and nodded repeatedly: "You are right. It can be said that you know what it is, and you know why! Xie Lingjun, Shen Zhengze, you two are worthy of the number one and No.2 in this year's Rising Sun Competition. Unexpectedly, in the future there will be Qingyang Twin Jade."

When He Zhizhou said this, he also placed high hopes on Xie Lingjun and Shen Zhengze.

The talent in Qingyang Pavilion is withered, and only one celestial genius has been produced in thousands of years, but he is still a handicapped body with insufficient congenital status.Now that two people have emerged at once, Qingyang Pavilion is expected to succeed.

Hearing this, Xie Lingjun glanced to the left, and saw Shen Zhengze smiling at him.

Liu Shaoqing sat in the last corner, his eyes fixed on Xie Lingjun. When he came back to his senses, the "Introduction to Lingbao" in his hand was crumpled into a ball.

Compared with Xie Lingjun and Shen Zhengze, what is he, Liu Shaoqing?

Why did no one place great expectations on him?

Liu Shaoqing had never missed senior brother so strongly, and wanted to hide in his arms.But he knew that the other party couldn't empathize with him, and would never comfort him, and would only push him away time and time again to hone his sword.

But all he wanted was a warm embrace.

Seeing that everyone was flipping through "Introduction to Lingbao", He Zhizhou asked a question: "The School of Artifacts, swords, guns, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks are weapons, as well as qin, se, pipa, flute, Xiao, and harp. Can anyone name one of them? The Lingbao of the Artifact Sect?"

Mei Jiu quickly turned to the page of Qizong Excalibur.

I saw that the book said:

Chuyang sword, camped by Ouye, the collar of Xiexi, the essence of Chishan, sold more than a sheep's head, and forged into it.It is a stream of beautiful stars, floating and colorful, with light like scattered electricity, quality like shining snow, frost and water coagulation, ice blade dew clean, crowned with a crown, famous and precious, and a guide with white heads of the three armies. Then thousands of miles bleed.How can it be that the water cuts off the Jiaohong, the land sprinkles the horses, breaks the floating scorpion as a workman, and it is called Liyuner because of its heavy armor!

Mei Jiu raised his hand: "Chu Yang Sword."

He Zhizhou nodded and said affirmatively: "Chuyang Sword, the divine sword of ancient times, is now hidden in the Qionglou by the Qiushui Lake in southern Xinjiang. No one can make it recognize its owner. It is a well-deserved Lingbao of Qizong."

He Zhizhou went on to say: "This is what I'm going to talk about next, Jianxiu's natal sword. You open the book "How to Choose the natal Artifact"."

Shen Zhengze flipped through the books boredly, and asked Xie Lingjun softly: "What are you going to choose as your natal sword?"

"My soul." Xie Lingjun said without thinking.He answered too bluntly, as if he hadn't thought about the second possibility.

Shen Zhengze froze for a moment, pointed his index finger at his lower lip, frowned slightly, then stretched it out, showing a smile, and said, "Me too, with the soul as the sword, I can better understand the way of the sword."

In his previous life, he used his soul as his sword, completely imitating Xie Lingjun.

Mei Jiu pointed to the word "Shenhun" in the book, and asked in amazement: "Can you still use Shenhun to forge swords?"

"Of course," He Zhizhou responded indifferently, "It is known that there are nine sword cultivators in this world who use their own souls as swords, and one of them ascends to immortality. Our pavilion's Guardian Xie also has this plan. In my realm, I will use my soul to forge a sword, and then you can see it at a glance."

The strangeness in Xie Lingjun's heart finally broke through with He Zhizhou's words.

Xie Hufa, does it still exist?

He has only one soul. Since it exists in this useless body, who is Xie Hufa who is practicing in seclusion?

Mei Jiu then asked: "Is there any difference between casting swords with spirit and other treasures?"

With a trace of longing on He Zhizhou's face, he touched the sword at his waist and replied: "There are three differences. First, the sword is made of the soul, which is extremely dangerous. Second, the perfect soul sword is powerful. Third, the sword Cultivate a sword, absorb spiritual power, supplement it with the law of the Tao, conform to the principles of the Tao, and use the soul sword to understand the way of the sword."

Xie Lingjun recalled the process of forging his natal sword. The pain did not weaken with his rebirth, but intensified instead.

Only pain.

Pain can make the concept of "alive" appear.

Cut off the complete soul, and connect the sword and the person with soul threads.

The pain of cutting off the soul is only a moment, and then burned on the real fire of Samadhi, and tempered countless times.The broken soul was burned by the fire and hammered by the golden steel, and all the pain was transmitted to the body through that strand of soul.

After taking shape, every time you confront your opponent, you will swing out the natal sword in your hand.

Fireworks splashed in all directions, supported by the outrageous soul.

Xie Lingjun likes to fight Shen Zhengze the most, because the opponent's sword is his own spirit just like his.

Only they can understand each other.

Understand the moment when the sword's edge touches, the two strands of spirit merge, rub, and intertwine, and what kind of pleasure the owner of the sword will get from it.

Pleasure is always accompanied by severe pain, which makes Xie Lingjun addicted and obsessed.

a good opponent.

Always be like yourself.

Thinking of this, Xie Lingjun couldn't help shivering, trembling slightly with excitement.

"Using the soul as the sword, the danger is so dangerous that almost all sword cultivators are afraid." He Zhizhou's tone is not without regret, he is one of those sword cultivators who are afraid to move forward, and he does not have the courage.

Mei Jiu was eager to try, and asked: "Has anyone tried it, and how many people have succeeded?"

He Zhizhou twitched the corner of his mouth, sighed, and said, "I have said that from ancient times to the present, in the tens of thousands of years, there are only nine great swordsmen who can succeed. Among the successful people, only seven swords can be called perfect. And those who try Although not many, cumulatively, it is estimated that there are thousands of people.”

Mei Jiu's thoughts suddenly stopped.

The sincerity of cultivating immortals is precious, but the price of a small life is even higher.

"Those thousands of people," He Zhizhou's eyes showed admiration, "to say the least, they are all selfless cultivation bases. Even if they don't succeed, their courage to go forward is worthy of our admiration."

Mei Jiu suddenly remembered something, and was very worried: "Elder He, you said that Xie Hufa is going to forge a sword with his soul, will he succeed?"

He Zhizhou raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I don't plan, how can I predict good or bad? If Xie Hufa can really make it to that day, maybe it's destiny, maybe it will succeed."

"What do you mean, Hufa Xie can really survive until that day?"

"Forget my slip of the tongue..." He Zhizhou patted himself on the forehead, "The journey of cultivating immortals is dangerous, and every breakthrough is a matter of life and death. Xie Hufa is now consummated in the state of self, and there is still suffering in the state of no self, it depends on his ability I can’t make it to that day.”

Xie Lingjun raised his head and thought: Is there really Hufa Xie in this life?

At this time in the previous life, he should have broken through the realm and successfully entered the World Viewing Realm without retreating. What happened now?

Xie Lingjun looked out of the window and glimpsed a faint ray of skylight, full of doubts in his heart.

Why did he live a new life?

The author has something to say: Note: The reference to the Chu Yang sword in the article comes from Tang Xiu's "Book of Jin".The specific sentences are from "Seven Lives" written by Zhang Xie in "Three Zhang Er Lu".

This chapter has a little more foreshadowing, well, a lot.

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About the main character's appearance.

Xie Lingjun: Bright and glamorous, the color is like the sun, the moon and the stars, and the beauty is very aggressive.

Shen Zhengze: Elegant and free from vulgarity, the rhyme is like the breeze, mountains and mist, and he is very handsome and elegant.

Wei Lianying: Alpine ice, cold fairy, crazy and beautiful cool sister.

Solving Thousands of Sorrows: A handsome guy with traditional aesthetics.

Meijiu: Smiling appearance, even if there is no expression on the face, it looks like a smile.

Qiu Fei: The girl next door looks very pure.

Liu Shaoqing: The charming white lotus looks.

Because I have a God's perspective, every time I write about Liu Shaoqing, I feel very uncomfortable, so I don't want to write about how good-looking he is.His appearance is probably that of the type who wants someone to steal a battery car and raise him.

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A little interlude.

Xie Lingjun finally remembered a question that he had ignored - when did he start to find Shen Zhengze annoying and disgusting?

This can only be explained by the cycle of cause and effect. The cause that Shen Zhengze planted himself will reap the fruit of himself.

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After writing this chapter, I burst out laughing.

I really want to paste what He Zhizhou said on Shen Zhengze's forehead——

"In the end, the road to cultivating immortality is long," He Zhizhou said with emotion, "Please also remember one thing, don't forge cause and effect at will. Whatever you plant causes will eventually bear fruit. It is hard to predict whether the fruit will be sweet or bitter. Remember to be cautious in your words and deeds .”