Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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Divine operator, the most beloved closed disciple of Xingyan Xuanzong, the number one numerology celestial sect in the world of cultivating immortals.

It's not the kind that specifically closes the door.

He is beautiful, he works hard, and he is endowed with extraordinary talents. He has eyes that are different from ordinary people since he was a child, and he can easily detect people's future and past events.

His future was so bright back then.The master loves and protects him, and everyone respects and admires him.Everyone said he was the master's treasure, holding it for fear of falling, holding it for fear of melting.

He is like a child of someone else's family, beautiful and unrestrained.

Until one day, shortly after the master retreated, his third senior brother, who had only been heard of occasionally among fellow students since he entered the master's school, returned from his travels, and everything changed.

The brothers who were very close to him became indifferent, and the sisters who loved him became alienated.In the past, they would affectionately call him Yao'er, call him Qingqing, greet him with care, and when the third senior brother came back, they would turn around and call him god junior brother.

So alienated that he wouldn't even call out his full name.

Could it be that the legendary newcomer can't beat the old love?

Hey.

Shen Suanzi admitted that he was indeed a little jealous at first.But then he thought about it. His jealousy was just because the youngest child in the family suddenly lost the attention of his family members and couldn't accept the gap.

This is not a big problem. After all, people have to grow up. Sooner or later, they have to leave their families and walk on their own paths.

It's the same for a master.

His master will leave sooner or later, and his brothers and sisters will also establish a mansion, accept their own apprentices, and gradually separate from him.

The return of the third senior brother just brought forward what should have happened.

Thinking of this, Shen Suanzi became more thorough, and his state of mind, which had been stuck in Jindan, was finally relieved, showing signs of improvement.

Just when he was about to step into the Nascent Soul, he felt something was wrong.His fellow students, especially the senior brothers, seemed to have become too enthusiastic about the third senior brother.

If they used to be pampered and not spoiled when facing him, they were willing to satisfy all his wishes without touching the bottom line.Then facing the third senior brother, they are like the licking dogs in the old story books, as if they have been lowered.

If the third senior brother could look at them one more time, the kind that could even give him his life.

Gee.

Shen Shunzi couldn't help thinking of his suzerain master, that handsome man with a begonia face but who lived like a retired old man.

Different from the occasional yearning shown by other classmates when they mentioned the third senior brother, the master's attitude towards this third senior brother is a bit subtle.

Some sadness, some pain, and some imperceptible fear.

Shen Suanzi once asked why, but the master frowned and shook his head, and only asked him to practice hard and reach Yuanying as soon as possible.

He didn't understand the master's intention at the time, and only thought that the master's vague words were because he was used to riddlers, and urging him to practice was the most common urging a master gave to his disciples.

But when he really reached the Nascent Soul, when his eyes were able to understand the fate, enough to see the past of such a powerful master, he realized that he was wrong.

Master's reticence was not because he didn't want to, but because he was imprisoned.

It was the confinement from the nine heavens, it was a metaphor of the gods, and it was firmly bound to the master's soul, so that he, the most capable monk in the world of cultivating immortals, could not speak, speak, or move.

The master has calculated the disaster, calculated that the catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals is coming, there is no way to stop it, no way to warn, no way to do it yourself, you can only watch helplessly.

Watching the evil star come to the world, devouring the soul of the third senior brother, taking away the body of the third senior brother little by little.

The third senior brother is a proud person. He has been passionate since he was a child, and vows to eradicate all injustices for the world.

How can such a righteous person let his body do evil?

He tried to kill himself before being completely devoured, but failed again and again because his force was too weak to break through the body defense transformed by the soul of the god.

Helpless, seeing his soul getting weaker and weaker, the third senior brother could only go to the boundless sea in the depths of the demon world before his control over his body completely disappeared, and use the evil spirit there to seal himself.

He didn't know how long this kind of seal could suppress the upper god, but it could buy some time for his master to find the person with the third eye who appeared in the last hexagram.

This person is the fortune teller.

His eyes are born to see yin and yang and observe luck, and his soul is protected by the law of heaven, which can avoid nine days without being imprisoned.

He is the person Master has been looking for, the only hope in this world who can tell the world about the fake who has occupied the body of his third senior brother.

Unfortunately, his hope came too late.

Master has been looking for him for hundreds of years.

The seal of the third senior brother has faded to the weakest, and the master has put in all his heart and soul to calculate the hexagrams related to him.

Divine operator possesses the third eye, and its root bone is the most top-notch in the line of cultivation of numerology.

His cultivation speed is extremely fast, far surpassing the third senior brother who was the most proud disciple of his master.

But even so, Master still couldn't hold it anymore and had to go into seclusion. He couldn't wait for him to break through to Nascent Soul and know everything with his spiritual eyes.

What's more serious is that that person, the culprit of everything, broke through the seal.

That person came back, wearing the body of the third senior brother, and took away the name of the senior brother without any guilt, his family, friends, glory, everything.

And he, the fortune teller, the hope that the master and the third senior brother were looking forward to was still in the golden core at that time.

He didn't know anything about that person laughing with his classmates, making friends with others, and even getting ambiguous with so many young talents later on.

The man climbed up, stepping on the road paved with the blood and bones of the third senior brother and master.

Step by step, he destroyed Guangfeng Jiyue's third senior brother.

What's even more funny is that almost everyone is not surprised, and takes everything that person does for granted.

Shen Shuanzi couldn't understand for a while after seeing the man's true face, but as his cultivation gradually increased, he finally understood.

That person was plundering luck, by getting close to those favored sons of heaven, he took away all the luck that belonged to the world of cultivating immortals bit by bit.

No wonder Master's hexagram shows that the catastrophe is approaching.

Luck was lost, Tianjiao fell, and those who were expected to ascend rebelled.

Isn't this a catastrophe?

Shen Suanzi wanted to stop it, to realize the wish of his master and brother, and to alert everyone, but it was too late.

Everything is too late.

The monk who was supposed to help him had already been distracted by that man, and could no longer listen to his words.

He said that the man was a disaster star and a chaotic phenomenon.

They said he was babbling out of jealousy.

They didn't believe him, scolded him, humiliated him, and decided that he was a lunatic after he went to various sects to lobby continuously.

His senior brothers and sisters were very supportive, saying that he insulted his master, acted recklessly based on his master's favor, thought he was capable, and disrespected his elder brother.

What a disrespect.

They were the envoys who said he was the light of the teacher at the beginning, and now they are also the ones who scolded him for being jealous.

If he had the temper he used to have, he would have given up on being insulted so ignorantly.

But he didn't, he held back, and kept telling himself for the sake of respecting his senior brother——

They're just out of their minds, don't argue with fools.

But, I'm really angry!

Hey!

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Shen Suanzi was angry and angry, gritted his teeth, and under countless pressures, tried to inherit the last wish of the third senior brother and become a hero to save the world.

He originally thought that he was still a young monk, and although he was talented, he didn't have enough reputation in the world of cultivating immortals.

Unlike his master, the top numerology cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals, with that prestige and appeal, it’s not okay to say the last sentence, let alone other monks in the world of cultivating immortals, even his master can find a way to get that person Sentenced.

It's a pity, Master can't say it.

Seeing that the crowd didn't believe it, the fortune teller thought that if it was impossible, he would wait for the master to leave the customs before making any plans.

Who would have thought that he waited so long and finally waited until the master came out of the customs, and before he went up to say a few words, he realized something was wrong.

The master has changed, and he has become stronger.

Something is wrong, who is his master?The power of numerology.

And what are the characteristics of the numerology lineage?That is the most exquisite talent of communicating with the world, watching the stars and searching for fate.

As the saying goes, everything has a price, the more talented a numerology monk, the lower his aptitude in martial arts.

To put it simply, it is crispy and weak chicken.

And Master, the monk with the most advanced cultivation of numerology today, he is extremely weak in terms of physical strength, let alone force.

What's more, it's the kind that can't even climb the top of its own mountain. It's a flying sword that goes up and down the mountain on weekdays.

But what about after he leaves customs?He was actually able to single out a group of people, or a group of people who were already practicing martial arts.

God!

You must know that Master could not even beat the spirit rabbit raised by the next-door medical sect for testing medicine in the Immortal Grass Garden before retreating, so he had to go to the mortal world to buy spicy rabbit heads and come back to vent his anger!

What's even more outrageous is that just when the divine fortune teller learned that Master had left the customs, and went to the mortal world to buy a rabbit head to express his condolences, Master, this beautiful man who went from showing off spicy rabbit heads to eating rabbits coldly, unexpectedly... Also glared at him.

Coldly, looking at him with murderous intent, disgust and contempt in his eyes, and accusing him of killing people indiscriminately, being cold-blooded and ruthless.

Depend on!

Have the ability to speak to those rabbit heads that died in your belly!

Do you know how many rabbit heads you would order in the mortal world every time you were kicked away by a spirit rabbit before retreating?

How many catties, how many catties!

He dragged him to eat when he couldn't finish it, and put half of it on the plate, and put incense in front of it, just like a sacrifice——

Wait, sacrifice?Wouldn't it be for the third senior brother?

The more the magic operator thinks about it, the more he thinks it is possible, and the more he silently beeps, the more he feels that there is something wrong with the master after leaving the customs, so he is going to get some secret tokens that only the master and the apprentice know.

Unexpectedly, this time he was hunted down, there were immortal cultivators, there were demon cultivators, it was as if he had become a public enemy overnight.

After inquiring again, it was indeed that person again.

The man was sick, and it was said that he had been corroded by filth from nowhere, his bones were destroyed, and he was getting weaker and weaker.

There is only one way to save him, and that is to change his body and life.

He is a monk from Xingyan Xuanzong who specializes in numerology, so do you need to think too much about the root bone that is most suitable for him?

It must be the root of the Celestial Eye.

And this generation's Tianmu is his little junior brother, the magic fortune teller who has gone mad because of jealousy in the eyes of everyone.

What a bargain to exchange the life of a lunatic for someone everyone loves.

It is so cost-effective that those righteous people can become devoid of conscience, forget about morality and benevolence, and commit such evil deeds as chasing and killing innocent people.

They are crazy, the world is crazy.

The fortune teller can only run.But no matter how he ran, he was just a weak man who was not good at martial arts and law, so how could he run past those overwhelming madmen?

He was finally caught and stripped of his bones.

After a hundred years, he still remembers clearly that it rained that day.

It was huge, falling on his blood-stained back, and it was heavy, like countless stones falling down.

The water gathered quickly, and he lay in the dirty muddy water, feeling the blood drain from the wound.

Take away his temperature, take away his consciousness, bring him into darkness.

He thought he would never be able to open his eyes again, but unbelievably, he woke up in a small Taoist hut.

This is Guiyiguan, the only place in Quanxiu Immortal Realm willing to take him in, and it is also his home since then.

Xin Bang, the master of Guiyi Temple, accepted him as a disciple and changed his name.From then on, Shensuan lost his Tianmu and became a Taoist priest Xianyu holding the Lingmou Jue.

Later, he also expressed his hope and went to find his suzerain master many times.

But when he saw the suzerain and that person standing together, the intimacy seemed sweet, and he realized that his master was dead.

Died in retreat.

Now this one is just another High God, a new impostor.

It's over, he thought.

He gave up on himself and simply told his new teacher all this.

He thought that he would be regarded as a lunatic and delusional again, and would be ridiculed and ridiculed.

But he never expected that this time, none of his fellow students showed any sarcasm, not even a trace of surprise.

They just gave him a gentle hug and said to him, "You have worked hard."

"You have saved and tried, and you have done your duty. If they don't listen, it's their fault. Don't blame yourself."

"Let it be," they said, "every man has his destiny."

"But, isn't the purpose of cultivating immortals to change one's fate?" He asked.

The fellow students didn't speak, just sighed.

Xian Yu has been with them for a long time, and knows that they are not indifferent, if they go to the mortal world to set up a stall, they will do good deeds.

In one view, there is no savings, except for the money needed to feed Xiaoliu who has not yet inedia, the rest of the money earned in the mortal world is used to buy food and medicinal materials to distribute to the suffering people in the mortal world.

But such kind-hearted Guyiguan Taoist priests are very indifferent to the world of cultivating immortals where they are, as if each of them has suffered extreme hardship and injustice there.

They didn't talk, and Xian Yu didn't ask, but after thinking about it alone for a long time, he still couldn't let it go.

He has never seen the third senior brother who passed away very early, but the past he saw through the suzerain master, and the martyred backs of the senior brother and master are still deeply etched in his heart.

He can't let go, can't forget.

Even though the entire world of cultivating immortals seems to have been swept up in a turmoil, covered in turmoil and blocking the way forward, he still believes that there must still be sober people in this world.

Like Shizun senior brother, like him, soberly watching the chaos of the Qing Dynasty, heading towards ruin.

He didn't know how many such people there were, maybe not many, but for their sake, he still wanted to fight.

Master Guanzhu was silent for a long time after listening, and heaved a long sigh.

"Good boy." The master reached out and touched his head, and said, "Then go. Be bold, go your own way, and don't let yourself regret it."

He looked up at his master.

His master obviously has a completely different appearance from his master, but through his master's eyes, he seems to see a familiar person.

The man who has been watching him, gentle, kind, teaching him to be an adult, nurturing him to become a talent.

"Yes." He said, "Teacher, remember."

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Xianyu stepped on his path again, many years after he was hurt by the world.

At that time, Yan Chixia, his sixth junior brother, had also left his school and embarked on a long journey of punishing evil and promoting good.

Compared with Xian Yu who sometimes doubts himself, Xiao Liu is obviously more transparent.

He has also experienced a lot in the rivers and lakes, but he never cares about the voices of the outside world.

In her heart, he was doing what she thought was right, in order to be worthy of her heart.

It doesn't matter if others praise him or laugh at him, he doesn't hear or see, he just wants to be a lone ranger.

As for the person who said

Who are they?Does he have anything to do with them?I know how to fart loudly every day.

If you don't listen, go away.

Yan Xiaoliu swaggered like this, one person and one mahogany sword went his own way in the immortal and mortal worlds, and he has been rampant until now.

So bad that even his disciples fell from the sky without his knowledge.

Ah, maybe, this is God's will.

That, destined to make him the light of God's will.

Of course, he didn't say this, it was calculated by the Taoist priests of Xiaopoguan.

The Taoist priests of Xiao Poguan are salted fish, but all of them are good fortune-tellers. When Taoist Yan first broke into their eyes, they had a premonition that Xiao Poguan was expected to become rich.

Later, they worked together to calculate the secret several times, good guy, how could their Xiaoliu be Xiaopoguan's hope?

He is the whole righteous way!

The fellow disciples sat up in surprise in the salted fish nest, took out the bottom of the box buried deep in their memory, and silently wrote out the ancestral Dharma cultivation skills that they could memorize even though they hadn't learned it, and gave it to Xiao Liu for him to work hard on his own.

Xiao Liu himself lived up to expectations, showing his excellent talent and speed of practice.

Coupled with his penetrating personality that almost has eye problems, Xian Yu once thought that his junior brother Yan Xiaoliu was the light of righteousness and hope of saving the world that he had been looking for.

However, after he met Brother Jun, he realized that he was wrong.

He was wrong again.

Gu Jun, this man, this terrifying swordsman, he is the light——

No, he, he is the sun, a sun whose luck is too strong to look directly at.

Xian Yu painfully closed his almost blinded spiritual eyes, and tried his best to pretend nothing happened, gnawed sweet potatoes, and told his story to Brother Jun.

Brother Jun was speechless for a long time after listening.

Although he usually doesn't speak much, but this time, he was indeed a little shocked.

Maybe it's because he didn't expect love and hate in the world of cultivating immortals to be so dangerous, or maybe it's because he didn't think that his wronged master Yan Daochang has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but secretly he is a superhero who saves the world.

Oh, and his cheap uncle.

Although Uncle Shi is so weak that he could be poked to death by Brother Jun's finger, he is so noble and carries forward with a heavy load, just like the horse monkey shochu in Spinach Mama's bedtime story.

Is this Xiaopoguan?awesome.

Brother Jun sighed silently in his heart, and asked, "So, you want me to help?"

Uncle Shi sighed, pulling himself out of the swamp of sadness brought about by his memories.

"I did think so at first, but now" he shook his head, "no."

"You come from the mortal world." He said, "Gu Jun, I don't know what your status is in the mortal world, but I can tell that you carry the national destiny of the mortal world on your back."

He looked at the man in front of him, looked at those deep eyes, and suddenly thought of a young man he had met once when he was setting up a stall in the mortal world.

That was decades ago, that young man also had such a pair of beautiful eyes, and he also carried the fate of the country on his body.

"Daozhang, can destiny really not be changed?" the boy asked him.

"I don't know." He replied at the time, "But, since you asked this question, it means that you already have the answer in your heart."

"Even if this answer is a ridiculous delusion in the eyes of almost everyone?" the boy asked back.

"Delusion? If you don't try it, how do you know it's a delusion?" He said.

The boy laughed, ordered someone to give him a large reward, and left with a big smile.

Later, I heard people say that that young man was the prince of Dayu, the mortal dynasty at that time, but he was not favored as a descendant.Soon after parting from him, the boy decided to join the army.

Later, he returned to the realm of cultivating immortals.

Now that decades have passed, a hundred years is just a moment for a monk, but a few decades is a lifetime for most mortals.

He never saw that young man again, he didn't know his life or death, and he didn't know if he could achieve his wish.

He could no longer remember the young man's appearance, only those eyes, which were very similar to the sword repairman in front of him at this moment.

"You are a man of great luck." He said to Brother Jun, "You recognize Xiaoliu as your teacher, which is enough for your luck to protect us. But you are destined not to belong to the world of cultivating immortals. I don't want to drag you too deeply into the game .”

"Get out of here." He said, "Go to where you should go, do what you want to do, and never forget your original intention."

original intention?

The marinated egg, who buried her head in the sweet potato, immediately raised her head that glistened under the firelight.

He looked at his uncle, and then at his elder brother Jun.

Looking at Brother Jun's shining eyes, Ludan's heart skipped a beat.

Brother Jun's original intention, then, isn't it wandering?

Brother Jun's eyes moved slightly.

At this moment, he finally remembered.

The original intention that had long been forgotten in his mind due to his busy schedule.

His dream, the burning goal and ambition in his heart——

Oh, every day.