After the rebirth, the master was forced to collapse

"Snapped!"

The storyteller with half-rolled sleeves patted Xingmu, and said eloquently: "Yesterday, my little old man talked about the romance of Emperor Feng of the Yaozu, and today I will talk about the old story of the fall of a genius in the cultivation world."

The people listening in the hall roared.

"Hey old man," a monk wearing a plain blue Taoist robe said with a smile, "You just talked about the sword in red a few days ago. The fall of the sword sect Jiang Mu a hundred years ago is the fall of a genius, right? "

Everyone echoed, "Yes, yes."

"By the way, in the past thousand years, the only one who can be called a genius should be Jiang Mu, the sword-fighting man, right?"

"Who said it wasn't."

"It's a pity, this is not a small loss for us in the world of cultivating immortals. If Jiang Xianzun hadn't used his body to sacrifice his sword to severely injure the demons, we would have been killed by the demons!"

Speaking of this, everyone sighed in unison, and the lobby of the restaurant suddenly fell silent.

"Ha," suddenly, a teenager sitting by the window sneered, breaking the calm, "Even if you blow him up to the sky, isn't he dead?"

"What kind of genius, I think, Jiang Mu's reputation is all blown out by you, right?"

"Ignorant child!!"

The monk who spoke first was furious, and he slapped the table and stood up, with the coercion of a monk in the alchemy period faintly flashing on his body.

Many people looked at him in horror, but he didn't notice it at all: "If you didn't sacrifice your life for the world with a sword in red, you don't know where you would have been born!"

The red-clothed sword in their mouths refers to Jiang Mu, the youngest direct disciple of the last suzerain of Rin Sword Sect.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius. Since ancient times, there has never been anyone other than him who entered the Mahayana stage in 200 years and 500 years ago and became the number one sword in the cultivation world.

And a hundred years ago, this true genius died at the bottom of the hopeless valley thirty miles away from this inn for the sake of the entire cultivation world when the demons invaded.

It is precisely because he severely injured the demons with his death that he bought a hundred years of peace in the cultivation world.

The young man was stunned by his impoliteness, his face full of displeasure, but just as he was about to speak up, he was pressed down by the servant next to him: "Master, Master, the other party is in the alchemy period!!"

The boy sneered: "I'm afraid of him? I'm dignified—"

The servant's forehead was about to break out in cold sweat, and he interrupted him quickly: "Master, Master, when we were going out, the owner said that he would stop you and make you less troublesome, otherwise he will interrupt your dog..."

He paused, and forced the word "dog" down, "I'm going to break your leg!"

The young man seemed to think of something from these words, his face turned pale, and he suppressed the anger that was about to overflow.

But he wanted to make peace with others, but some people were not very satisfied.

A blue-clothed boy who was about the same age as him stood up angrily: "How can you be so ungrateful?! Even if you have never seen Jiang Xianzun's demeanor in red clothes and a sword, you shouldn't fall under Jiang Xianzun Then talk like this!!"

"You have to say that Jiang Xianzun's reputation is blown out, but looking at you like this, someone is willing to blow it up?!"

He looked like he was just building a foundation. The young man who was afraid of alchemy stage monks just now would not be afraid of him. Hearing this, he sneered, stood up quickly and drew out half of his sword: "What? I said this to make you a dog Not satisfied?"

The veins on the forehead of the blue-clothed boy were all pissed off by him, and he also drew his sword: "Compare! Come out with me if you have the ability!!"

Someone next to him hurriedly advised him: "Young man, I think this young man has a lot of background, you should not provoke him—"

"Hmph," the blue-clothed boy interrupted him with a cold snort, "I'm afraid?!"

"..." The man smiled embarrassingly, and stopped talking.

For a while, the inn was noisy again, and there were even those who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, still cheering for the two of them.

At this time, the corner next to the window on the second floor of the inn became inexplicably conspicuous.

The young man was wearing an off-white robe loosely, and the hood on his head covered his face, but even so, it was not difficult to see from his well-curved chin and light-colored lips when he picked up a teacup to drink tea. His appearance is definitely not extraordinary.

He propped one hand on the wooden table, and the wide sleeve naturally slid down to reveal a slender wrist that was as white as jade bamboo, and the other hand tapped the table lightly, as if he was watching a play. When he reached the wonderful point, he straightened his body slightly, and a slight smile escaped his lips.

If someone can lift his hood at this time, they will find that the amazing face below is the sword in red, Jiang Mu, the sword master they are talking about.

Speaking of it, Jiang Mu thought it was quite amazing.

What this group of people said is correct, he is actually dead, when the demons invaded aggressively back then, he was forced to do nothing but sacrifice his body and sword to die with the demon king at that time.

Even today, a hundred years later, he still remembers the burning pain in his body as if his whole body was thrown into a stove, and...

With his little apprentice screaming hoarsely, the roar echoed in his mind almost all the time these years: "Master——!!"

But I don't know if it's because the heavens couldn't bear to watch his genius fall, and he woke up again when he opened and closed his eyes.

... It can't be said that he woke up completely. When he woke up, he couldn't find his own body, and even the natal sword was gone. In desperation, he could only find a peach blossom to possess him.

So strictly speaking, he is just a Peach Blossom Demon who has just turned into a human.

Someone next to him noticed the weirdness in this corner, and turned his eyes to look over. Jiang Mu felt his gaze come back to his senses, his body froze, and he subconsciously straightened his back and sat down.

"..."

But the next second, he relaxed again.

True or false, now he is no longer the No. [-] sword in the cultivation world in the eyes of everyone.

Always paying attention to words and deeds is a requirement of Jiang Mu, the sword master, and it has nothing to do with his little peach blossom demon.

He put this sentence in his mouth and chewed it several times before he was completely relieved and happy. He stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup and handed it to his lips to take a sip, but he suddenly stopped thinking of something.

In other words, as a "Peach Blossom Demon", you should be more arrogant.

The more Jiang Mu thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. He tapped on the table with his fingers and motioned for Xiaoer who was not far away to come over: "Put the pot of peach blossom wine."

This inn is considered to be the nearest place to stay in the Valley of Hopeless. Countless people come and go here every year to remember Jiang Mu, and Xiaoer also met many people, so even if he thinks Jiang Mu is weird, but I didn't pay much attention to it, and left with a acknowledgment.

It is said that after his death, a peach blossom grove grew out of nowhere in Hopeless Valley, and over time, this peach blossom wine has become a specialty of this area.

Jiang Mu's nose fluttered, and after opening the jug, he sniffed slightly, a pair of brown peach eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

Not to mention, this thing is really worthy of the name of his specialty, and it's quite fragrant.

Jiang Mu raised his wine glass and took a sip, the smile in his eyes became stronger again.

Since the reputation of his red dress and sword spread spread, his master stopped him from drinking so much, and he was not such an obedient person. At the beginning, he dealt with it with policies and countermeasures. After his death, the burden of supporting the Rin Sword Sect fell on his generation, and he consciously restrained himself a little.

But I have to say, the feeling of drinking without worrying about the smell on your body is so fucking cool.

Jiang Mu licked his lower lip, but remembered something again.

Before he played on behalf of Rinjian, he had already made preparations that he could not go back, so the night before he left Rinjian, he went to find his brother, the suzerain, and asked him to take care of him if something happened to him. The little apprentice who stayed behind.

It's been a hundred years now, and I don't know what happened to his little apprentice.

As soon as he thought of this, he heard the storyteller not far away continue to say: "The person my little old man wants to talk about today really has something to do with Jiang Xianzun of Linjian."

Jiang Mu paused.

"When Jiang Xianzun was still there, he took in an apprentice. He was an orphan without father and mother. Jiang Xianzun, who was only over two hundred years old at the time, was soft-hearted. Seeing that he was pitiful and had nowhere to go, he simply took him in. As a disciple, he was brought back to the Rin Sword Sect to train him carefully, and he was named Wen Xie."

Ok?

Jiang Mu raised his eyes with great interest.

"Wen Xie follows the righteous path. From the name, it can be seen that Jiang Xianzun has high hopes for this apprentice."

"Jiang Xianzun's 200-year-old Nascent Soul, the apprentices he taught are naturally not bad. Under Jiang Xianzun's guidance, Wen Xie formed a golden pill within 200 years. Although it is not as good as Jiang Xianzun, it can be regarded as a cultivator. It is rare to see a leader in the world."

Jiang Mu was happy to hear that, and took another sip of peach blossom wine.

A rare leader?Isn't that right?

I don't even look at whose apprentice it is.

The storyteller took a sip of tea and continued: "Even when the demons invaded, Wen Xie also went to the battlefield. According to legend, his performance on the battlefield is also remarkable, and he is worthy of being Jiang Xianzun's apprentice."

Speaking of this, he sighed leisurely: "But it is this talented person who has been damaged since the great war, and there is no news of him breaking through the Nascent Soul until now, and even the little old man heard of it. , I don't know why, but his cultivation has even declined..."

Jiang Mu couldn't hear what was said later, his body froze involuntarily.

...What did the old man just say?

Wen Xie, his little apprentice, has his cultivation regressed?

He suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he didn't expect that the next second he heard the exclamation of other people: "Hey, I said, when I was young, my family used to talk about him to encourage me, Later, I didn’t mention it after the war, and I said what’s going on, and it turned out to be like this.”

"Speaking of which, I have also heard about it. Hey, Jiang Xianzun was such a magnificent person back then. I didn't expect my apprentice to end up like this."

"Who said it wasn't..."

"..."

Jiang Muren was dead.

As we all know, apart from suffering too much damage, monks will not lose their rank even if they neglect their cultivation.

Besides, when he left, he also entrusted that little brat to his senior brother, the suzerain, to take care of him. After all, he shouldn't be regressing in cultivation, right?

If there is no regress, it means that it has not risen at all?

Jiang Mu: "..."

Smile, smile, the deity is not angry at all.

"!!!"

Day, it's strange if you don't get angry! !Lao Tzu has been pissed off! ! !

That little bastard, when he could still stare at him, he practiced fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, but he never thought that when he closed his eyes and kicked his legs, this bastard would not make any progress for 100 years! !

Good boy, I'll wait for you, I'll deal with you when I come back! ! !