After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Jindu City——

The so-called rivers and lakes are nothing more than a pool of fortunes condensed into a pool of water. Every knight-errant who is famous all over the world is a fish in it, but there are differences between big or small, more or less.

Fools spend their entire lives tumbling in it, only for wise men to escape. The carp jumps over the dragon gate, proving the way and ascending.

In ancient times, there were those who broke the world with a single sword, and there were also those who used the famous gun on the battlefield to drink blood and become demons.

The dispute of swords, guns and sticks can be regarded as a full stop after many powerful people swarmed to grab the last aura between heaven and earth. It's just that at this time, there will be no more people who can become immortals by themselves.

Therefore, in this world, there is only one sword fairy like Xuan Zhe.

Who is Xuan Zhe?Zhou Feng had never heard of it.

When Zhou Feng first came out of the underworld, his heart was still hanging, but later he found that his memory was not lost, and his master, brothers and sisters still remembered it.

In my previous life, I was obsessed with tampering with the way of heaven in an attempt to ascend to immortality with the way of mortals, which caused thunder, and my master and the others were dragged down to death by me.

This time he listened to the fate once, and the ruthless way can also be unrestrained in the world.

In Zhou Feng's eyes, being able to catch up with the water pouring down from the sky, showering him with clear eyes, and giving him a peerless knife that can contain invisible knife intent, is the best thing in the world.

The soul body of a certain knife is not very easy to find, after all, it has been broken into slag, but the body of a certain knife is still very easy to cast, an ordinary blacksmith can use the roughest ordinary iron to punch out the shell of a certain knife.

The body of a certain sword lies in Twilight's warmth and nourishment, and the second lies in the addition of vigorous sword intent, both of which are indispensable.

The soul of a certain sword, the only one in the world, dissipated into pieces with the death of its master Zhou Feng a hundred years ago.

Although the power of a certain knife that shattered the soul has been greatly reduced, the function of instant ascension no longer exists.But the fragments of the soul of a certain sword are still the top material for practicing swords.

In the refining process of ordinary mortal knives, it only needs to add a little fragment of the soul of a certain knives, and it can immediately become a high-grade treasured knives that everyone loots.

Not to mention the use of a soul without a soul, just because the soul of a certain sword has been with Zhou Feng for so long, he is reluctant to abandon it.

At this moment, Zhou Feng is sitting in the tavern in Jindu City, waiting for the last twilight before dawn to be locked into the scabbard. He has been in the world for three years in the spring and autumn. In addition to inquiring about the existence of a certain sword soul incognito and low-key, he is also gestating a certain kind of soul every day. The body of the sword.

Three years of hard work is only one move away, and today's twilight can be added to complete it.

He cultivated the supreme ruthless sword intent, and he needed to warm the blade with twilight every day to reveal the sharpest blade.

Not far away, in the outskirts of Jindu City, at the end of ten miles of osmanthus fragrance, there is a two-story bamboo building, which is small and exquisite, and has a unique sense of humor.

The most strange thing is that it looks like a scene from a distance, but when you come to the front, you can see it is empty, just a piece of open space without a blade of grass.

Everyone said that the person living in the bamboo building was the immortal who existed in the sky and never descended to the world.

"Hey, hey, that fairy came down to the human world. The bamboo building is in the human world!"

In the bustling restaurant in Jindu City, a traveler eating melon seeds crossed his legs, and an old man who heard books closed his eyes and talked nonsense.

The people who listened slapped their thighs. The old man's words did not match the words. He reckoned that the storytelling in the past was just talking nonsense, fooling people, and trying to make money.

The white-haired old man sighed helplessly. In the world today, there is no such thing as a sword fairy who is as clear as a moon and as white as the moon.

The general trend of the world is that the long-term unity must be divided, and the long-term division must be united. This land has been falling apart for too long, so that just when sparks appeared on the verge of aggregation, it was completely frozen by the frost-like sword light. No one was not afraid.

Legend has it that immortals have the power to overthrow mountains and seas, and they can overthrow a country with a wave of their sleeves.

With such a big shot in the world, who can stand alone?

But ever since Xuanzhe's Taoist partner, the whirling sword fairy, returned to heaven and earth on the day he ascended, that fairy disappeared.

Not long after everyone was trembling with trepidation, they realized that the sword fairy was useless. After the death of his wife, he was devastated and only lived in seclusion in a corner, not seeing many people.

A hundred years have passed, you are mediocre, and I am mediocre. The leader is no different from dead. If you know where he is, he will stay there, and he will not come out anyway.

The majestic generation of banished immortals who were unique and unique, have now been reduced to a joke of gossip after drinking.

No one knew that Xuan Zhe, the sword fairy, could not be said to be possessed by demons, and he was almost half a lunatic.

But how can such secrets be explained to outsiders.

Bamboo building, three feet frozen.

Standing far away was a man dressed in white snow, with gorgeous eyebrows and eyes. Although he was extremely beautiful, his facial features were just right and delicate because of the innate immortality in his body.

A slender neck was pinched by the hand of the exile-like person, and blood dripped down along the bone of the hand, forming a small blood pit.

"You said, there are traces of him?" The voice of the man in white seemed calm, but if you listen carefully, you can hear a slight trembling.With some inexplicable, unknown, desperate things.

"Just... at the frontier inn in Jindu City, Jian... Sword Immortal!" Before the man could finish his sentence, he died, dying with regret.

Xuan Zhe suddenly let go, letting the heavy corpse lie on the ground, immersed in boundless memories.

Over the years, that black shadow has never followed anywhere, the wonton noodles made by others never taste that way, the incense does not have the smell of cold iron mixed in, Zhou Feng...

How could it be possible to get used to it, how could it be possible to kill him like a sword?

Jindu City... 100 years, a full, 100 years.

Xuan Zhe raised the corners of his lips, squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand, the one that just finished killing was still stained with blood.Facing the sun high in the sky, the light interspersed between the fingers, and the joints were clearly defined.

But he could only feel the cold that went deep into the bone marrow.The uncontrollable trembling all over his body was forcibly suppressed by him, and almost instantly, it turned into a stream of light and went to Jindu City.

Said it was Liu Guang, but after all, he was in a hurry and did some shady things. When Xuan Zhe arrived, it was already three days later.

Three days is not long or short, but if something serious happens, it will be enough time.

"Big news, big news, that sword fairy Po Huan has figured out his bamboo building!"

A scholar was still carrying a book basket, and he didn't see any reading, so he liked to join in the fun of gossip.

"Is it, is it? Ever since his wife died, he has been carrying it in the bamboo building. I also heard that when someone passed by this morning, they found that the building was empty and the barrier was demolished!"

A guy next to him spoke enthusiastically, threw a chopstick on the table, and knocked out a rhythm to accompany the shocking news.

It was in this inn in Jindu City that the people who came and went chatted happily, as if they were there, as if they had also seen the handed down demeanor of the sword fairy.

A young monk raised a finger and said in a mysterious tone, "I heard that a certain sword soul body appeared again recently! Tell me, he didn't want to find that... right!"

Everyone understood and nodded tacitly, everything was silent.

Zhou Feng happened to be sitting next to the group of gossiping people. He was wearing a black shirt and a long robe, and a long, thin knife hung from his waist. The handle of the knife was wrapped with a red string, revealing a little rust. His eyelids were narrow and thin. When he lowered his eyes to drink, The hostility all over his body was released naturally. It stands to reason that this kind of attire would make it difficult for people to have any particularly intimate thoughts, but passers-by couldn't help but look at him, and he became the focus of the entire tavern without knowing it.

Zhou Feng, who was in a hurry, noticed these gazes, and impatient arcs formed at the end of his eyes, and he lifted his eyelids lightly, his clear and dark pupils focused on the proprietress on the first floor leaning forward to look at the second floor, quite a pretty lady proprietress Shivering from the cold, he lowered his head tremblingly to fiddle with the bead dish that had been messed up long ago.

Without fussing too much, he stretched his legs and stepped on half of the pear-blossom wooden stool, exposing only half an inch of the blade of the knife, using the light of the knife to remove the ice wine, clasping the handle with his fingertips, and staring at a pair of black and white eyes.

"Come on, come on, Xiaoer, bring me some wine."

The young swordsman looked drunk but not depressed, his back was as straight as a cedar in the mountains.

The burnt knives that the shop had kept for a long time were thick and strong. Once the clay sculpture was opened, the smell of rice and grains filled the room. Zhou Feng was already drunk, the hand that held the knives could not hold the big bowl steady, and half of the cool wine was spilled.

Zhou Feng was the most unwilling person in his life to take the wine, so he had no choice but to take it with his neck up, luckily it was fast enough, and the afterimage was like a shadow.

The corners of the eyes are also like knives that have been quenched by sparks, with a cold light, and the Adam's apple rolls, swallowing a ball of flowing fire, which is also liquid moonlight.

"Good wine."

He laughed loudly, arched his brows, and had the most frivolous appearance, with a hearty demeanor.

"Zhou Feng." A hoarse and thick voice rang in his ears. Zhou Feng was surrounded by steaming mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly in the chaos, but he felt a sense of chaos in his heart, surrounded by an abyss like a bottomless pit. Pull in, drop.

But Zhou Feng didn't have time to talk to that person, his knife was about to be completely unsheathed, Twilight's Pregnant Sword, this is the success, so naturally he didn't think much about why the owner of the voice knew his name.

Instinctively, Zhou Feng squinted his eyes to look at the stranger sitting across from him. It was too blurry, and the general outline was tall and slender, with a unique style all over his body, with a fairy air, not like a mortal.

The red sun in the sky withdrew without hesitation, and the new moon took over, and almost immediately sprinkled the house with a bright light. Time passed for a long time, but for Zhou Feng, it was just a moment.

The smell of blood welled up in his throat, and he was forced to swallow it again. In astonishment, Zhou Feng found that his knife was shattered.

"The idea of ​​the sword is very important, and it is easy to break just after passing. You can't only see the sword in your eyes, you must also see people. It's empty, even if you have the obsession to move forward, it's useless if you don't have a soul."

Just over easy to fold.

His master said something similar in his previous life. Before he met Xuan Zhe, Zhou Feng was a knife fanatic. In Zhou Feng's eyes, the knife is his life, and he will never fail in the way of the knife.

This is what the master had expected a long time ago, like a proverb, a certain knife has no soul, and it can't bear the heavy twilight at all, so Zhou Feng still has to find the soul of a certain knife first after tossing and turning.

Once his sword is shattered by Twilight, Twilight, who has worked hard to conceive the sword for three years, will be scattered to five continents and twelve countries, and become the nutrient for future generations to once again hit the realm of ascension.

Because he was in a spirit state after all, and was backlashed by the failure of a certain knife to conceive, Zhou Feng fell into a dormancy, but he didn't knock his head on the corner of the table and passed out.

Someone caught Zhou Feng, and he landed in a cold embrace with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, dazedly holding the half-length shirt that seemed to be hanging down at his hand.

Before falling completely into a dark dream, Zhou Feng seemed to hear a call, and he forbeared and lowered his voice, afraid of disturbing someone's sweet dream.

Xuan Zhe's arms holding him were trembling, the reunion of old people, the joy that had been accumulated for many years broke the shell, revealing a little gap.

He didn't even have time to go through the main entrance, he only stepped out of the window, and amidst the exclamation, he took away the person who had been thinking about it day and night.

Zhou Feng, in his arms and in front of his eyes, is the person who had been lost for a long time and thought he would never come back, and finally came back to him again.

What is lost and found is the most precious.

It has been so many years in a daze, and every minute and every second of waiting before the execution is as long as a lifetime.

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