Cultivate with an African God

Shen Xiu is very young and frivolous. After the other party recognized his identity, he didn't even think about avenging the head of the sect, but ran away in a hurry. Mu Xinghe looked at the abandoned corpse with his chin in his hands, thoughtfully.

"Man, if you have been here, you should know the situation in this world."

"Not necessarily," Shen Xiu thought for a moment, and said, "Most of the rules of the universe in the Small Thousand World have not been stable, so it is not the same as the Great Thousand World. The time and space flow speeds of different Small Thousand Worlds are different. No entry or exit."

"Ah." Mu Xinghe began to think.

Shen Xiu's words interrupted his fantasies about time and space: "However, it is certain that the situation has not changed greatly. The jade pendant on this person's waist is named Jiu Yin Pei, and it is the token of the head of the Haojian Sect. The magic technique here is the first in the world. It is the exclusive property of the sect, and the rest of the sects only know a little bit of low-level skills, and they still rely on weapons and martial arts to walk on weekdays. Jiang Ming Jieyi, Jiangbei is the sphere of influence of that sect, and Jiangnan is where the rest of the sects live."

Mu Xinghe immediately thought of the key point: "So your legacy power, is it in Jiangnan or Jiangbei?"

"Unfortunately, it's just in Jiangbei," Shen Xiu smiled. It was the malicious intention that Mu Xinghe could only understand after getting along with him for a long time. "Looking from the distance, it's within that sect."

Mu Xinghe sat up straight all of a sudden: "I understand."

"Go to the south of the Yangtze River first, maybe the situation is different from that of the past," Shen Xiu looked at the turbulent waves, "don't rush forward."

Later, Mu Xinghe discovered that they simply couldn't rush forward.As long as you get a little closer to the north of the river, there will be boats looming in the river. Someone raised a bow on the boat and shouted coldly: "The untouchables in the south of the Yangtze River, go back to me, or don't blame the sword for being blind!"

In the land of the south of the Yangtze River, there is panic everywhere.

The reason for the panic is that the masters and even the heads of many sects were assassinated one after another during this period of time. At the same time, the news was that the assassins had set off a bloody storm here decades ago, and their moves had made people who were at the height of their day The Sword Master of the Northern Territory who never practiced sword behind closed doors was the Sword Demon of the Northern Territory.

This person has crossed the sky, mastered magic arts on the top of Beishan, beheaded Venerable Nanli for a glass of wine, and saved the devil for watching flowers on the sea. to breathless legend.

It is said that his appearance is unrivaled and magnificent, and decades passed, those legends withered one after another, the martial arts declined, and his magic was the only one, but this person's appearance was the same as before, as if he was a monster but not a human.

"How come..." The young man heard the rumors, his eyes flickered, "The murderer is clearly..."

Before he could say a word, someone covered his mouth and dragged him back.The old man who covered his mouth said urgently: "Xiao Liu, be careful! It has nothing to do with us, don't say too much!"

At this time, I saw a young man leaning over with a smile, his smile was brighter than Chunguang: "Who is it, little brother, brother is in charge of you."

However, the old man took a few steps back and pulled Xiao Liu away. When he left, he heard the young man say to his friend, "Why, do I look like a bad guy?"

"...Like." said the person beside him.

Xiao Liu was forcibly taken away, still dissatisfied in his heart, he was taken to a secluded place, and then whispered: "I saw with my own eyes that the dogs in Jiangbei did it! Even if I didn't see it, those people were definitely killed. Injured by spells, why does everyone say it is the Northern Territory Sword Demon!"

"If you are a sword demon, you don't know how to use spells? Besides, the sword demon can be used as a target," the old man stopped and looked at Xiaoliu, "but Jiangbei people can't say what is right or wrong, because everywhere They are their eyes and ears, and you will never imagine what kind of crime you will be punished for, or even lose your life."

"I know," Xiao Liu's immature face showed pain, "Back then, Huzi just took their way, and they tortured him to death with magic... That year, Huzi was only six years old! The son's parents want to ask for justice, but there is no justice, after that day, I never saw them again!"

The old man didn't answer, only his tightly pursed lips could reveal a trace of his emotions.

"Is the technique really that powerful? Even masters like Huzi's father and mother have no power to fight back... Then what's the point of us working hard to learn martial arts? Is it true that we can only learn martial arts because we can't learn skills? ?”

"No," the old man shook his head. "Learning martial arts is just to make the already bad situation look less bad compared to other people."

He let out a deep sigh, patted Xiao Liu on the shoulder and wanted to take him away, but suddenly took a step forward, protecting Xiao Liu behind him.

A man is standing at the end of the alley.His face was hidden in the dark and couldn't be seen clearly, but the crimson robe and silver embroidery showed his identity.

The person of the sect that cannot be mentioned.

The man was smiling, but his voice was gloomy: "The untouchables in the south of the Yangtze River are worthy of talking about magic?"

There was light condensed on his hand, and he could clearly see that the dust in the air was being stirred up quickly. The old man pushed Xiao Liu violently, and stood his sword in front of him, also stirring up a turbulent dust.

"Long Mingsheng from the south of the Yangtze River wishes to use his lifetime of martial arts to master the techniques of Jiangbei."

Mu Xinghe bought a sword manual with a lot of effort.

The commerce here is very underdeveloped, there are very few street vendors, and the stall owners also have a shy look on their faces, and they always have a forced smile when they yell.What they sell is nothing more than some snacks, fruits and vegetables, and accessories, with low quality that matches the price.The spirit stone is not available here, so he had to spend his energy to draw a Zhang Fu, and after inquiring about the black market, he exchanged the Fu Zhuan for the sword manual.

But after he went back, he was not in a hurry to read the sword manual, but instead stood on the floor, assuming the posture of a storyteller, shaking his head.

"It is said that before that Jiazi, Liangjiang was in Ankang and martial arts was prosperous. It can be said that there are heroes all over the world, and there are strange people in the world. There are many sects, Xuanmen is the only one who respects Taoism, and the five swords and seven sects are all competing for supremacy; Ping Xiaodong, the white clothes cut through the myriad demons."

"Speaking of the unrivaled master, I have to say that it is the sword demon of the Northern Territory who killed all demons. This person was born out of nowhere, and he calls himself an unknown swordsman..."

Mu Xinghe was full of interest, but the person he was staring at coughed dryly, his face turned a little red, and interrupted him: "You are enough."

"I've just started!" Mu Xinghe said dissatisfied.

Of course, Mu Xinghe is a child who knows how to accept him when he sees it, and he is a good person who understands others. He put away his posture, slumped on the couch, stared at Shen Xiu and smirked for a while, and quickly changed the subject before Shen Xiu noticed him. , as if nothing happened.

"It's weird." Mu Xinghe quickly flipped through the booklet in his hand. Although he doesn't know swordsmanship, his best friend is a very powerful swordsman. He can always see some tricks when looking at swordsmanship, "Swordsmanship It's really mediocre, it's only at the level of skills, and it's impossible to break through. It stands to reason that in such an environment, there will always be sword cultivators who can fight against them. Now it seems that the strength of Taoist cultivators is much stronger than them. The most terrifying thing is not This, but apart from that unspeakable sect, no one can learn spells, not even a genius who can realize the Tao on his own, so how do you play?"

"It's not nothing." Shen Xiu looked at the other side of the river. "It's because I realized that any signs of it would be killed, and I couldn't even talk about it. The Heng Dao Sect has been in business for a hundred years, and its influence is so deep that it is difficult for people to guard against."

Mu Xinghe laughed: "Can you do whatever you want if you have skills? Sorry, you can really do whatever you want with skills."

Shen Xiu observed his performance for a while, and then said: "Cross the river, there is nothing valuable here."

"Sure," Mu Xinghe nodded, obviously well prepared, "The people over there are used to plundering the property here. In two days, there will be a ship carrying the property to Jiangbei. It shouldn't be difficult for us to get in the boat and go ashore."

Shen Xiu nodded.

Mu Xinghe was not very satisfied, leaned over, even raised Shen Xiu's chin, and asked, "Tell me, am I reliable?"

Shen Xiu glanced at him almost in disgust, and pushed his hand away, Mu Xinghe pretended to be pitiful, but Shen Xiu simply ignored him.

Mu Xinghe was very sad.

Zhong Zijin's cheats don't seem to work very well, for example, being considerate and thoughtful in everything can give the sweetheart a sense of security, or suddenly raising the other's chin to look directly at the other person to make the other person's heart flutter, these two are of no use at all.

Those who are lucky enough to travel across the south of the Yangtze River and step into the north of the Yangtze River will inevitably marvel at the prosperity and prosperity of the north of the Yangtze River. Not to mention the things that can be seen everywhere, just the satisfied and superior expressions on people's faces can show how satisfied they are with the status quo.From time to time, people in scarlet clothes and silver embroidery walk among them, and people bow their heads to them, because they are the ones who bring them a prosperous life.

Mu Xinghe was dressed as a hydraulic engineer, chatting with people on the shore.

"Hey, my home is actually not far from here. My father said that I was idle and had nothing to do, and punished me to work as a boatman in the south. You said it was miserable, and the birds don't shit. Alas—brother, tell me, I will Stay here for a while, what's the fun? I'll have enough fun if I don't sleep!"

The man was held by Mu Xinghe's shoulders, he didn't feel any difference, and said in his mouth: "Is it still the same to play, anyway, there is always fun, it is better than the south, right? But there is a big event recently, Heng Daozong plans to select disciples, it should be good There was a lot of fun to watch.”

"Really?" Mu Xinghe rolled his eyes and smiled brightly, "That was really fun."

"The investigation is clear!" Mu Xinghe sat down in front of Shen Xiu. At that time, Shen Xiu was flipping through Mu Xinghe's swordsmanship secret book that he flipped and then threw aside. Hearing this, he nodded and waited for his next words. .

Mu Xinghe looked at his eyes, which were as clear as spring water, and those flamboyant brats disappeared without a trace, and said directly: "That Heng Dao Sect really intends to recruit disciples, regardless of background, only in terms of talent and potential, so Jiangbei Anyone can come to the selection. Their selection method is also very interesting-there is a way to test the spiritual root with a magic weapon! I observed the exercises of the disciples of the Hengdao Sect, and I feel that it is also a soul-refining period. , It shouldn’t be difficult to fool the past, as for the identity, I’ll go to the black market and get ready, this one is much more difficult than the sword manual, you need three talismans!”

Then Mu Xinghe rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know what the boss thinks, if you get in...do you plan to fight in person?"

The book in Shen Xiu's hand moved down slightly, and his eyes fell on Mu Xinghe, with a hint of a half-smile, like a breeze blowing over a petal, making Mu Xinghe's heart itch.

"I wanted to say that I made a shot," he tilted his head slightly, the corners of his lips twitching slightly, "but looking at you, if I don't make a shot, you can have more fun?"

Mu Xinghe felt his face heat up inexplicably, and he couldn't say anything. After a long time, he just yelled "Big Brother Shengming", turned his head and ran out of the room.

Shen Xiu put down the book and looked outside in confusion. There was a strange shout coming from outside. After listening for a while, he shook his head, smiled lowly, and turned his attention back to the sword technique.

The surrounding area of ​​Heng Dao Sect is bustling more and more every day.The inns were full of people, so many people spent the night on straw mats at the foot of Suming Mountain where the Heng Dao Sect was located. They will not be hungry.

For a time, the surroundings were filled with different accents, and all they saw were young and immature faces, as if everyone was only waiting for that day.

We can't blame them for being so fanatical. After all, the Heng Dao Sect has such a status and such ability. Entering the Heng Dao Sect is equivalent to stepping on the road of prosperity in life. What's more, the Heng Dao Sect has always accepted disciples recommended by the masters of the sect, and rarely accepts disciples so widely .

So on the day of the selection of disciples, there was a huge crowd on Suming Mountain. Even if some disciples took away those who did not meet the requirements at all, the people waiting for the selection were still lined up from the mountain gate to the foot of the mountain.

But people often come with expectations and apprehensions, and return with loss and melancholy.

I saw a jasper disc standing in front of the mountain gate, surrounded by black iron, the aura of jasper flowed, and the essence of black iron was restrained, the two melted into one thing, strangely without any abruptness.On both sides of the jasper disc are two disciples in scarlet clothes. Behind the jasper disc is a middle-aged man in a silver embroidered red robe standing on a high place. He has an elegant face and a smile on his face. But the majesty is born on its own, making people bow down and bow down.

A man nervously put his hand on the disc, short of breath, but the disc didn't move for a while, the man swallowed and changed hands, the disc still didn't respond.

"I don't have any spiritual roots at all, next one." The disciple standing next to the magic weapon looked down at him with a cold voice.

The man left dejectedly, and the next one was a young man in plain clothes. His hand fell on the jasper disc. Not long after, blue water turned into faint waves and surged in the jasper disc.

People looked at the young man enviously, and the young man's eyes were red with excitement, but the Heng Dao Sect disciple remained indifferent: "Shui Linggen, so-so, next."

The boy suddenly raised his head and asked tremblingly, "Why?! Don't I have spiritual roots?!"

The indifference of the disciples of the Hengdao Sect turned into an obvious sneer: "It's just a water spirit root, and you want to worship under my Hengdao Sect?"

"...But none of them!" The boy summoned up his courage and said loudly.

The disciple of Hengdao Sect looked at him, too lazy to say anything, only saw a gleam of light in his hand, suddenly there was a rock bump on the ground, pushing the boy away abruptly, and then disappeared back to the ground in an instant, the boy was caught by the sudden force. A mouthful of blood was vomited out by the impact, but the disciples of Heng Dao Sect didn't even look at it, and shouted directly: "Next."

Grandmaster Heng Daozong looked at the changes below with a calm expression.They didn't need to select disciples in this way, let alone spend time dealing with foolish people. If it weren't for the prophecy that a great talent would come to the world when the beasts changed, and the situation of Heng Dao Sect would be changed, Heng Dao Sect would not plan to Disciples are selected in this way.

But he had waited for a long time, and such a person had not yet arrived.

A young man stood in front of Yuanpan, looked at him and tilted his head, as if he was very curious. Such a reaction was not surprising. Immortal means, it is only natural to see something you have never seen.

However, this young man is not only ignorant, but also a little ignorant. He asked: "As a disciple of Hengdao Sect, can I bring relatives?"

The disciple of Heng Dao Sect frowned: "Impossible."

"This mountain is so big, is there no room for people?" The young man yelled, his voice seemed to be aggrieved, "My brother and I both died, and we depended on each other since we were young. My brother is in poor health and can't live without people. Take care, if I go up the mountain and leave him alone, how can I rest assured?!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the person behind him. It was a man sitting in a wheelchair. His black hair was like a crow's feathers, and his complexion looked extremely pale, with a delicate meaning that could be easily broken. The voice is also lack of strength under the long illness: "Don't say any more."

"No! Brother, I will not abandon you! Back then you were digging sweet potatoes for me, and it rained heavily to hurt this leg. Now I came here all the way to let us brothers live a good life. I don't want to see you spitting blood while copying books to earn our rations, and I don't want you to suffer the abuse of those blind people for nothing, I..."

He was speaking faster and faster, almost crying, but the disciple of Heng Dao Sect interrupted him rudely and impatiently: "You pass the test first, then you can talk."

The young man said "oh" a few times, woke up like a dream, and put his hand on the disc.

The aura surged in the disc, but nothing unusual was seen, and only after careful inspection did one find that there was a breeze gushing from the disc.

It's just Wind Spirit Root.

Wind spirit root is inferior to water spirit root, weak in ability, and extremely difficult to control, it can almost be regarded as waste.The disciple of Heng Dao Sect showed contempt and ridicule on his face, and said, "It's a pity that your spiritual roots can't match your thoughts."

However, before he finished speaking, Yuanpan regenerated and changed!

Water gushes out from the disk, it's the water root!

This person has dual spiritual roots!

A flash of embarrassment flashed across the minds of the disciples of the Heng Dao Sect, and they quickly calmed down—they were just two low-quality spiritual roots. If the two spiritual roots were gold and fire, they would definitely be able to get started. Two spiritual roots, that doesn't meet the entry requirements!

The disciple of Hengdao Sect was about to speak, when the water in Yuanpan suddenly faded, and a tiny cluster of flames rose up. Although it was only a small flame, it was indeed a proof that this person possessed the fire spirit root!

Then the unexpected situation happened one after another. After the flames dissipated, small rocks protruded, and when the rocks fell, a grass seedling quietly grew...

This person is not a chicken-rib spiritual root, not a double spiritual root, but a five-spirit root that can rival the person in charge of them!

Even the grand master of Hengdao Sect who was standing on a high place showed disbelief, and it took him a long time to calm down, and he said, "That's right, that's good! Bring him into the sect, and his elder brother can also follow him."

At this time, people came to their senses and looked at the young man enviously.

The disciples of Heng Dao Sect were even a little bit jealous, and after a pause, they said, "Congratulations."

The young man's expression was not as flattered as they expected. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his sharp little canine teeth were faintly visible: "It seems that it's not over yet."

On the disk, some clouds suddenly appeared, tiny spots of light flickered, and a tiny crescent moon projected on the ice-cold black iron with cool light.

The master of Hengdao Sect took a step back, and said in shock: "...Tianlinggen, this is Tianlinggen!"

The young man thanked him with a smile, pushed his elder brother's wheelchair into the mountain gate, and was guided by his disciples. Before entering the gate, he looked back and saw a young man waiting to test his spiritual roots. .”

Xiao Liu stood in front of the disk and watched the three different scenes on the disk interspersed. It was probably because the performance of the young man before was too amazing, and the appearance of people with three spiritual roots now is not as shocking as before. Nodding his head, he said, "San Linggen, congratulations, you are able to get started."

Xiao Liu nodded calmly, only his clenched fists could reveal some of his emotions.

The disciple who led the door asked him his name, but he looked at the plaque of Heng Dao Sect without blinking.

"My name is Long Chengque." He said.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Shen Nianjiu for mine~

small theater:

After Mu Xinghe drew up the battle plan, he danced with hands and feet.

"Boss, you are sitting in a wheelchair, and then weakly spit out a mouthful of blood, coughing and wiping the blood away, wow—"

Shen Xiu: "There are too many dramas."