Qianshan

The 15-year-old Lin Shu still studies every day, practices swordsmanship, and cultivates Taoism, and is admitted to school by his master Wei Wusheng.

He has his own saber, the blade is neither gold nor jade, its hair is blown and hair cut off, its light is as clear as the moon reflected in the river, Lin Shu likes it very much, and calls it Zhuoying.

The young man who was wiping his sword in the courtyard showed a somewhat mature appearance. He was dressed in a white school uniform, his hair was tied up in a neat bun, his face was still youthful and immature, and he was beautiful again. He gave off a youthful charm when he smiled, but he was overwhelmed by the temperament of his whole body. Pressed, not frivolous at all.

"Zheng-"

The young man suddenly raised his sword back to defend, using his strength to fall three feet behind, he first performed a correct disciple salute: "I have seen the master."

Wei Wusheng nodded, turned his breath into a sword, and attacked Lin Shu again, starting the daily random school exam.

At the beginning Lin Shu was pressed and beaten, but now he can barely protect himself, defending steadily.Wei Wusheng nodded secretly in his heart, and continued to exert pressure on his hands to increase the difficulty for Lin Shu.

In the face of coercion, Lin Shu felt very uncomfortable. Every time Lin Shu could freely deal with Wei Wusheng, Wei Wusheng had to increase the difficulty.No matter how calm Lin Shu is, he still has a youthful heart. He is oppressed every day, and he is exhausted in protecting himself.

The Zhuying Sword, which was performing its swordsmanship according to the rules, suddenly changed its strength and direction, but by accident, it broke through Wei Wusheng's pressure for the first time, and changed from defense to offense.

The sword qi drew a bloody mouth on Lin Shu's left arm, and Wei Wusheng's qi sword was blown to pieces!

Even though Wei Wusheng didn't try his best, he was a Mahayana master after all, but Lin Shu just concentrated, and he almost entered the Nascent Soul stage, which shows the power of Lin Shu's sword.

Wei Wusheng put down his hands, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he sighed.

"It's not in your own interest to act in the opposite direction."

"But as a way out."

Lin Shu knew that Wei Wusheng's way out was to kill Mozun.

"Master, please clarify."

"The Demon Race is strong, and the Demon Lord has a special status, which is closely related to the power of the entire Demon Race. If the Demon Lord can be killed, the Demon Race can lose half of its strength in a short period of time. This is the only way to weaken or even calm the Demon Race. But the Demon Race The Venerable is too strong, only the three Mahayana Venerables can be reluctant enemies, if the power of each of your swords is as strong as this one, you can fight against the Demon Venerable."

"But everything has its own law. One ebbs and another grows. If you break through the power, it will bite you back. It's not the right way."

"Thank you, Master, for teaching."

Lin Shu watched Wei Wusheng leave, and in his mind was what the master said about the secret of the demon race, and the feeling he had just made with the sword.First healed his arm with spells, he touched his painful chest, and took a Hunyuan Pill of calming spiritual power.

"It's quite painful." Lin Shu murmured, "But when I do it, it's very enjoyable."

When confronting the master, the sword move naturally appeared in his mind, and he used it as soon as he wanted it, as if it came naturally.

Lin Shu twirled his wrist and thought: Tomorrow I will fight against Nie Chen, I still have two unused moves, let's try the power with him.Go to ask the teacher for advice again, and see if this sword move can be improved.

Lin Shu and Nie Chen had tried their sword moves, and they were very powerful, but there was no master to help him improve them.

The next day, the border was in an emergency, and all sects went to support it, and half a month's guard Wu Sheng came back.

"Shu'er, follow me."

Lin Shu and Wei Wusheng entered the room, Lin Shu already sensed something was wrong: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Wusheng didn't answer, turned around and sat on the futon, looked at him for a while, then said to his only disciple after a long time:

"I picked the word for you——Yan Zhao."

Lin Shu was stunned, looking at the two words made of spiritual power in front of him, he put the two words in his palm restlessly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Wusheng didn't answer the question, and continued:

"When I accepted you as an apprentice, Cen Wei once came to do fortune-telling for you."

Cen Wei is another Mahayana venerable.

He finally stopped being very serious, and looked at Lin Shu with relief and pride in his eyes, or a bit of reluctance.

"She lost her divine energy, so she had to see the secrets of the sky, and said that you are the man of destiny who can put down the war between the human and devil races. I will pick the words for you, Yan Zhao, He Qing Haiyan, the way of heaven is clear."

"Master is useless, the task of calming down the demons is left to you."

"I..." Lin Shu looked at Wei Wusheng, feeling infinitely saddened by his words, and solemnly said: "My disciple, please remember."

"Come here." Wei Wusheng said.

Lin Shu sat down opposite Wei Wusheng according to his words, and the two of them pressed their palms together.

"Hold the original and keep the one, and concentrate on feeling."

The spiritual power was surging, and Wei Wusheng did not know what secret method he used to forcibly elevate Lin Shu's realm at the cost of his own cultivation and soul.

Nascent Soul, Hinayana, Mahayana.Then fully accept Wei Wusheng's spiritual power.

He said: "The common people in the world are the Tao."

The spiritual power in Lin Shu's body had just calmed down, and he looked at Wei Wusheng opposite, with stubble on his face, serious and slightly ferocious face.

Just out of breath.

Others who went to the border did not return until several days later.

It was only then that Lin Shu knew that Wei Wusheng was seriously injured in the fight with Mo Zun and was on the verge of death, so he came back ahead of schedule.

"I have sent a message to the mountain gate, Wuchang Peak will send people to investigate the spiritual veins immediately. When are we going to set off to the southeast?"

Huaijing's words interrupted Lin Shu's memory.But his heart was still immersed in the old things of Wudao Mountain, and he thought that he would only seriously injure the Demon Lord if he tried to die. He thought: "Fucking man of destiny! I am just an ordinary person, and it is enough to die for the rest of my life." .”

Lin Shu smiled: "Now, when Wuchang Peak disciples come and see my fake corpse, it would be bad to frighten these children."

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