When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

It was a magic knife.

About four feet long and three inches wide, the whole body is as black as Nirvana, the streamline of the sword body is like water, and the curved hook is like a moon.The knife is single-edged, and when it is held in the hand, it is simple and silent, and the sword exudes a compelling killing intent.

It is rumored that tens of thousands of years ago, it was a weapon polished by a master who was about to ascend to the stage of crossing the catastrophe for his poor Taoist companion. It was originally a sword of protection.It's just that before he could give it as a surprise to the other party, his Taoist companion was tortured to extract a confession because he was involved in a wrong case, died of injustice, and disappeared into the six realms.

When the lover died, the great power was still in seclusion. After he came out, he learned that the other party had no reincarnation and could not even be chased after the next life.He was heartbroken, filled with grief and indignation, and determined to take revenge. For this reason, he even gave up on the road of cultivating immortals that was about to be completed, and fell into the way of demons. In the next few days, all the sects that tried his Taoist companions were wiped out One is clean and one is left alone.

Hundreds of people were wiped out, Zhengdao teamed up to hunt him down many times, and finally blocked him on the edge of the dead wood cliff.On that day, he held a magic knife in his hand, beheaded ten thousand people with his own power, and the pile of corpses was piled up, and the sun was covered by dark clouds.

When his power was exhausted and he died, the magic knife still stood majestically in front of him, the blade was heavily bloodstained and exuded a murderous aura.

After the death of the monk, the soul re-enters the reincarnation, and the debts in life will be cleared after death, and every debt will be settled by the underworld.Only the blood-stained knife, no one could tell who owed it to whom, only knew that it had been infected with the devilish energy of its master, and gradually turned into an irrepressible fierce demonic knife.

After that, the magic knife was sealed at the bottom of Zhongshan Mountain by all the people, and it never saw the light of day.until hundreds of years later...

"What happened hundreds of years later? Did the knife see the light of day again?"

Xian Yu was startled for a moment, only to realize that she had subconsciously told the origin of the magic knife.The story was tortuous and desolate, even the master sharpening his sword raised his head, listened with relish, and couldn't help interjecting.

Even Gu Rongjing looked at him, waiting for the follow-up.

"..." Xian Yu was silent for a while, then changed the subject, "It's time to go back, we will be anxious if Zhao Sheng can't be found."

Master Knife Smelter let out a sigh of regret, Gu Rongjing glanced at Xian Yu, and noticed that he was a little depressed.

He didn't ask.

Once back, Zhao Sheng was anxiously searching inside and outside the courtyard, saw their figures from a distance, and ran out quickly, "Master ancestor, little master uncle!"

Before he could even wipe off the sweat on his face, he was surprised and delighted, "Where did you go? I didn't see anyone when I came back just now, and the food on the stove hasn't been touched. I thought you had already gone to the small secret realm ahead of time." Woolen cloth!"

Immediately, Xian Yu smelled the strong aroma of food wafting from the chimneys of distant neighbors, and his stomach growled in disbelief.

He said weakly, "I went to see the sword."

"Ah? Look at the sword?" Zhao Sheng was a little confused, "There is no rush for this sword. It's not too late to look at it after you finish eating."

Speaking of which, who is to be blamed? When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw Gu Rongjing standing beside him frowning. His face was so unhappy that Xian Yu almost thought that he had sleepwalked into his room.Gu Rongjing said he wanted a sword, but he didn't even eat lunch, so he changed his clothes and left...

He glanced at Gu Rongjing resentfully.

But the person being stared at has no self-awareness at all, "A person who cultivates immortality should be bigu."

Disciples who have passed the foundation building period will more or less start to practice bigu.The food in the mortal world is too greasy, eating too much is not conducive to the turnover and cleaning of spiritual power in the body, and it is also not conducive to meditation.Even if you want to eat, you will use spiritual plants with abundant spiritual power as materials.

He has never seen such a food-loving and edible food.

"If you are good at cultivating immortals, you can fly up without bigu. If you don't cultivate well, bigu is useless. Life is alive, no matter how long it is, it will only last a few hundred years, so it's better to do whatever you want."

"Rongjing, your layout is still small."

Gu Rongjing: "..."

How can this person make a lot of nonsense.

He couldn't say it, so he just kept his mouth shut.

It was late at this time, the three of them hadn't eaten, and the dishes they cooked in the morning were already cold. Zhao Sheng rolled up his sleeves and hurried to the kitchen to heat up the hot dishes. Eggs, I plan to make egg custard for Master.

Xian Yu took a rare trip out and didn't want to go back to the house to lie down again, so he dug out a sharpened wooden stick that was still stained with blood from the corner of the yard, and waved a set of sword poses casually.

This is the same wooden stick he used to pierce his palm in Yunshou Mountain to disarm the formation.Although it was dirty, Zhao Sheng was not willing to throw it away, saying that he wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

With no sword in hand at this time, this is a good choice.

Gu Rongjing was about to go back to the house to meditate, but he caught sight of his movements out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly stopped in place.

Xian Yu took a sword flower and raised his hand, and took two steps forward, his sleeves instantly turned up like clouds and mist, bringing a gust of fragrant wind, confusing and confusing.

Gu Rongjing closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, there was a sense of coolness all over his body.Xian Yu held the sword in his left hand, as if he was in a bamboo forest, hanging thorns, pointing his lower back, dancing as he pleased, no move wins but there is a move.

Apart from Xiaolin Jing and the competition with Qiu Zhengming, Gu Rongjing had never seen Xian Yu practicing sword.

This person is really strange, I never see him meditating, nor do I see him practice Qi and Qi, and he doesn't touch swords at all, and never practice.

It's nothing more than just leaning on the chair all day long and reading picture books with relish, and eating two meals a day is even more so...

Whose fairy looks like this?

Not to mention the authenticity of the famous family, even the most eclectic casual cultivators will not neglect their practice.Gu Rongjing didn't understand, how did such a person kill the demon corpse with one sword, and almost took Qiu Zhengming's life in three moves...

Xian Yu knew nothing about the little apprentice's conjectures. He was surrounded by sword intent, as if he had returned to the mountains and forests inside the sect, with gurgling spring water next to his ears, and surging and mighty spiritual power flowing through his body along the veins. Ruo Jinghong.

It doesn't matter if his cultivation base is gone, but as long as his swordsmanship is still there, then he will still be the famous Daoist Yuqing who moved the six worlds.

Xian Yu opened his eyes, and the mighty sword energy was easily put away by him.

Ye Luo, return to the sword.

His long ink-splashed hair had long been scattered and drooped, and the breeze blew through, and the hair fluttered.Xian Yu stood for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes, turned around and asked, "Do you have any understanding?"

"?" Gu Rongjing frowned and asked, "Isn't it practicing sword?"

"When did you watch me practice sword?" Xian Yu asked lazily, "I still need to practice with my aptitude?"

"..."

"Forget it, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, but it's not hard for you." Gu Rongjing was choked by his words again, Xian Yu smiled and stopped teasing him, "I told the master that they rushed to work, so tomorrow You can go to get the sword. After you get it, you swing the sword a thousand times every morning, and practice the starting posture in the afternoon, and practice against me."

Seeing that the small secret realm is about to open, as long as Gu Rongjing can learn this hand gesture, it will be enough to deal with most occasions.Xian Yu believes that with his qualifications, a few days is enough.

The biggest advantage of having fewer apprentices is that you can teach one-on-one and hand in hand, and you can clearly see any mistakes you make under your nose, so that the foundation will be laid firmly.

Gu Rongjing nodded, at this time Zhao Sheng came out of the kitchen, wiped his hands on the scarf around his waist, and shouted: "Master, stop practicing swords, let's eat!"

"Understood!" Xian Yu, who had a serious face just now, suddenly lifted his spirits, and immediately caught up and hooked his little disciple's shoulder, "Rongjing Bigu doesn't need to eat, and you can give me an extra spoonful of egg custard later..."

Zhao Sheng also whispered to him: "I know, I have a whole bowl left for you, and I even warmed up a sausage, shhh—don't let my uncle hear you."

Gu Rongjing: "..."

Already heard.

On the second day, Xian Yu got up very early in the morning, and after Gu Rongjing got the sword, he stood in the yard and planned to help him with his homework.

Zhao Sheng had never been in contact with these things before, and was very curious. He sat in the corner and looked at them while choosing vegetables.

The house is clean and clean, the only advantage is that it is backed by mountains and remote. The yard of the house can be expanded as much as you want. If you can’t stand up, you can go to the mountains to continue practicing.

Xian Yu asked Gu Rongjing to try the sword first.

The sword that has just been forged from the furnace is actually quite different from the finished product.

After a night of grinding and rushing by the masters, the rough edges of the sword body have been sharpened clean. A six-petal snow frost flower is carved on the sword grid. Minimize the chance of dropping the sword.

The scabbard is thin and does not take up any weight, and it is hung with tassels carefully woven by the old lady of the iron shop. It is convenient and beautiful to fasten on the waist.

Gu Rongjing took a deep breath, drew his sword, a cold light flashed, a sword wind hung down, and a small vegetable basket lying vacant on the ground not far away suddenly cracked and split in two.Even the fence behind it was deeply scratched.

All the vegetables in Zhao Sheng's hand fell to the ground.

Xian Yu stood at the side with arms folded. This sword aura came more from Gu Rongjing's habit of using knives. He has strong inner strength, which is what he usually does when he holds a knife, so the sword will show its sharpness.

But he frowned anyway.

Needless to say, Gu Rongjing also understood that he didn't control his strength well and missed.He weighed the sword in his hand, although he deliberately added some weight, but compared with his black gold knife, it was still too light.

Hold it in your hand like a toy knife.

For example, a man's original grip strength is [-] jun, and it has been this number for many years, so when it is changed to [-] jun, it will inevitably lead to problems such as missing the target and losing control of the direction.

But it is a fact that knives are generally heavier than swords. Gu Rongjing went from knives to swords. Some of the more convenient knives' holding skills obviously cannot be used on swords. These have to be corrected little by little.

But Gu Rongjing learned quickly.

He has a good memory and high comprehension, Xian Yu only swung his sword in front of him three times, but after he came back and forth a few times, he already had a bit of Xian Yu's shadow.

Seeing that he was gradually getting back on track, Xian Yu had nothing to worry about, so she went back and took a pack of melon seeds, and chatted with Zhao Sheng while nibbling, "We are leaving for the small secret realm in five days. There are no extra tokens, and secondly, I am also worried that there will be danger in the territory, in case they get separated..."

"Master, don't worry." Zhao Sheng was very conscious, "I cherish my life."

He is just a mortal, he has missed the best age for cultivation, and he has no talent. Forcibly following him will only distract the ancestors from worrying about him. It is better to stay at home honestly and do logistics for them.

As he said that, he asked curiously again: "Master, what's in that little secret realm? I've read a lot of anecdotes about cultivating immortals and fairy tale guides, but none of them mentioned much."

This is also very normal. Nowadays, there are roughly two types of secret realms in the world of cultivating immortals.

One type of secret realm is full of top-notch resources, such as Lingguang Secret Realm and Shaowei Secret Realm, which have been active in the world since Xianyu was still awake. Most of them are left by the great cultivators thousands of years ago The cave will benefit the monks and disciples of later generations.Later, there was a division of power, and most of these were taken by the sects, and they were not allowed to enter without invitation, so they were not open to the outside world.

The rest are some jointly owned small secret realms.

This category is mainly for the convenience of disciples from various sects to communicate and learn from each other. The resources are not abundant, but they are enough for ordinary disciples.There are about four or five sects practicing together in this kind of small secret realm with joint signatures, and there is also a hidden meaning of competing for beauty.

"But master, shouldn't the top disciples of the major sects fight their way and go to the sect's private secret realms?" Zhao Sheng asked puzzledly, "All the disciples in the small secret realms are middle-level or new disciples. That's it, is there any point in comparing?"

Hearing this, Xian Yu smiled deeply, "You don't know... For the sect, face is also a kind of soft power."

It is said that wealth should not be exposed, and top disciples should obtain the highest quality resources, but who can watch the disciples in the middle and lower reaches become weak points?Therefore, it is not uncommon to see the style of comparing and fighting in this way.

Of course, it is difficult to understand their intentions unless they are insiders.The purpose of Xian Yu's trip is very clear, he has no power in his small family, he is too lazy to compete with them for glory, the most important thing is to rob some just-needed items from the secret realm.

Like the cores of monsters and spirit beasts, these are great supplements. If you eat well, you may be able to break through. They are the first type of resources to compete for; the second is some natural mineral crystal cores, which can be used for refining Weapons, or worn on the body, have the effect of exorcising evil and avoiding poison, but in secret realms, such things are mostly guarded by ferocious beasts.

There is another item that Xian Yu has been thinking about all the time—heavenly silk or Sichuan brocade silk, which can be used to refine the robes.

Thinking of this, Xianyu felt very sad: Gu Rongjing is the 'top brand' of Feihualou, and the small treasury is extremely abundant. In the half a month since he came to Daming Village, Xianyu has never seen him wear a piece of clothing for two days in a row. Even in black clothes, there are different dark patterns or styles. Every day, he can see Gu Rongjing cleaning the clothes with spells and hanging them to dry, and there is a scent of soap locust when he smells them closely.

But he himself wears a newly unearthed cultural relic with a history of 500 years every day. He only has two sets of underwear and socks, and he wears them back and forth every day. ?) look.

Wrong, obviously he would cast spells to clean his clothes every day, and children from poor families have no money left to fill their closets, it just doesn't look very elegant.

At the right time, Gu Rongjing turned around with a feeling. He was dressed in black, with a long sword in his hand and stood behind him. His eyes were silent, as if he wanted to say something.

Xian Yu subconsciously looked at herself, only to realize that the corner of her clothes was hanging on the ground, sweeping dust all over the place.His scalp went numb, and he immediately cast a spell to make his clothes clean and tidy again.

Gu Rongjing, who was thinking about the opening gesture: "...?"