Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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As we all know, Brother Jun is a pure-blooded sword repairer, firm and highly actionable.

Just when the handsome uncle was still immersed in sadness and buried his head in sweet potatoes, the young brother Jun stood up with the ambition hidden in his heart for many years, raised his head, looked at the sky, and looked at the dim and west-slanting sun. , I immediately felt that I couldn't sit still.

He decided to practice swords.

According to what Daoist Yan said, Brother Jun learned that he was the most typical child of other people in the world of cultivating immortals, with a talent that made countless monks cry when they saw him.

But as an orthodox swordsman with strong bones, Brother Jun knows that talent does not mean everything, and hard work is the true meaning of success.

It's like Fuxue, like Ah Cheng, like thousands of hardworking swordsmen who have to practice their swords regardless of the wind and the sun.

Hard work, from the simplest practice of swinging a sword with the wind to splitting mountains and opening valleys, from the calm of the sea to setting off huge waves and separating the sea.

This is the sword cultivator, the existence that is always breaking through.

Others say they are miracles.

No, they're just trying too hard.

As for Brother Jun, an ordinary swordsman with a loftier dream than other swordsmen, he is even more wild.

No matter where you are or when you are, it's weird to practice your sword even if you don't sleep at night.

Just like now, in this place where the day and night are only a few shades dark, and the plants on the ground grow in strange shapes and have teeth, Brother Jun braved the night wind, walked in the twilight, and found an open space at random. Start brushing and practicing swords.

By the way, it may be because the devil world is full of devil energy, the wind that Brother Jun created when he practiced his sword is far more terrifying than that in the mortal world.

From a distance, it looks like a frenzied tornado formed with him as the center, demonic energy and spiritual energy fly together, dust and gravel are of the same color.

Brother Jun couldn't help but think of Taoist Yan's warning to him before he left.

Daoist Yan said that Brother Jun could be called the Son of Heaven, and his aptitude is a first-class seedling whether it is cultivating demons or cultivating immortals.

Daoist Yan didn't know how Brother Jun embarked on the road of cultivation, but according to his guess, Brother Jun should have been induced into the body by himself since the birth of his mother, and then he built the foundation in advance by chance.

And such a coincidence may be the death calamity that only a genius who shocked the world would have in the legend.

As the saying goes, one step to the top, one step to the sky.

Brother Jun, who has been alive and kicking so far, has obviously reached the sky, although he himself didn't realize it at all.

A capable person like this must be an existence that both aura and magic energy are extremely preferred.

Brother Jun was born in the mortal world, and although the aura there is not as good as that in the realm of cultivating immortals, it is far more than the magic energy, so he embarked on the journey of immortality by himself.

But the devil world is different.Spiritual energy is the rarest existence in the demon world, and it is far more difficult for immortal cultivators to attract spiritual energy to use immortal methods here than elsewhere.

For Brother Jun, the trouble is not only the scarcity of aura, but also the intrusion of demonic energy.

His aptitude is so excellent that when the spiritual energy is missing, the devil energy will take advantage of it in an instant, trying to occupy his meridians and make him fall into the path of magic cultivation.

It is irreversible to fall from a fairy, once the devilish energy invades the body, then Brother Jun's journey to immortality will be over.

For this reason, Daoist Yan repeatedly urged Brother Jun to be extremely vigilant when using the immortal method, and not to let the devilish energy take advantage of it.

Brother Jun didn't really understand what magic energy was, and how to be vigilant.

He is just an ordinary sword cultivator who strayed into the Demon Realm, and has never been to the Immortal Cultivation Realm. How could he know about immortal arts?

But speaking of the strange draft in the air, he did feel it.

After he came to the Demon Realm, the warm current that had been surrounding him on weekdays became thinner, and the outer circle seemed to be mixed with some spicy feeling, like spinach's favorite spicy chicken.

Oh, and the spicy pot.

It's just that Spinach's wife is pregnant with a cub recently. For the cub's safety, Spinach's mother forbids all spicy food in the house, not even a chili pepper.

Spinach was a little depressed, so he could only come to Brother Jun's imperial study to secretly nibble on peppers.

Maybe this is the price of being a father.

Sure enough, what the queen mother said was right, children are debts.

Brother Jun couldn't help sighing like this every time he saw him, and then raised his hand to rub the hairy head of his spinach grandson.

Then, every time he would be beaten, he would be beaten hard on the forehead by Spinach's chili-stained hand, his eyes would be stained with tears, and he would be scolded as a traitor.

Hey.

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The spinach that is so busy in the imperial city now:

Hey!He doesn't even have time to eat peppers now, okay?

Come back, Nizi!

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Spinach over there was as busy as a flying top, while Brother Jun here was still practicing his sword, listening to the sound of the fight between magic energy and spiritual energy.

Yes, fight.

He discovered that the strong wind that appeared when he was practicing sword in the devil world was not caused by his sword at all, but the warm current that has always accompanied him——

Oh, Daoist Yan said it was spiritual energy.

It's aura, fighting with the spicy wild magic energy.

The beating was fierce, crackling, and there were residues everywhere.The harder he practiced his sword, the harder the two invisible qis struck, but within a few hours, no grass would grow anywhere he went, and anyone who got close would die.

Is this an invisible fight?

No, this is the entanglement between demonic energy and spiritual energy, the struggle between immortals and demons.

The competition for who is the right way of development is the dignity, the future, and the tomorrow of the world.

up!In the devil world, the aura that was restrained and angry exploded.

After Brother Jun started to practice swords and attracted countless demonic energy, the well-behaved auras finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they want to kill these cheap auras that are trying to seize their male gods.

Dare to attempt to rise to the top in front of an official, it stinks of shameless, daring and demonic aura.

Hey!Die!

For a moment, spiritual energy and demonic energy clashed, gangster energy and killing intent flew randomly, flying sand and rocks, * demonic soil flew up, flattening and reducing the radius of a hundred miles.

Even a dark mountain that was originally located not far away is gone.

No more.

Not even a hair.

If Brother Jun remembers well, before, before, there was something that looked like a palace on the mountain that came here

Oh, what a shocking battle between immortals and demons.

It was so shocking that I knew at a glance that I would lose a lot of money.

After Brother Jun practiced the sword, his heart paused, and the handsome and beautiful face of Spinach suddenly appeared in his mind.

Spinach is such a juicy and handsome literati man, even if he gets married at an early age, his face is still full of youth.

Beautiful and charming, elegant and noble, it makes the young Mrs. Spinach more face when she goes out to have tea parties with her little sisters.

However, such a beautiful man leaned over like a ghost when he mentioned money to Brother Jun after he became the prime minister. With that gloomy look, he wished he would stand by Brother Jun's bed in white clothes with disheveled hair at night.

Although Brother Jun usually doesn't sleep at night, it's too scary to be stared at by the male ghost's resentment when he comes back from practicing sword and changed his clothes.

For the sake of spinach and his own physical and mental health, Brother Jun looked at the disappearing cliff, accompanied by falling dust, it disappeared in the next instant.

Farewell, Magic Mountain.

He, Gu Jun, went back to roast sweet potatoes for marinated eggs.

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After going out for a while, when he came back, he looked at a certain demon in Pingchuan:

Ok?

What about the magic palace of the deity?

What about the mountains? !

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The demon king became impoverished overnight and fell into an unbelievable collapse, but the culprit, brother Jun, had already appeared thousands of miles away.

Yes, that's right, thousands of miles.

As a pure and good sword cultivator, Brother Jun sometimes has a little self-knowledge, knowing what kind of danger his sword is.

In order to avoid accidental injury, Brother Jun usually chooses a place away from the crowd to practice swords since the sword can disappear.

Just like this time, Brother Jun with two beautiful and weak chickens chose a place thousands of miles away that was rarely seen, and the only thing he saw was that lonely mountain.

So lonely, and now there is no trace.

Brother Jun pretended nothing happened, and returned to the place where the rookies were stationed in a flash.

It was already late at night, and the bonfire was still burning, occasionally making a crackling sound.

The braised eggs were already full, and they curled themselves up expertly, falling into a baby-like sleep.

He has been like this since he was a child, and he can sleep like a pig's head when he falls to the ground. No matter the wind, rain or thunder, he can't break his peaceful sleep.

Of course, the marinated egg does not admit this.

Who is he?The future abbot of Jinshan Temple is a Buddhist son who is running on the road of Vajra Arhat.

He, could he be a sleeping pig?

Humph, joke!He was just following the Buddha* in his dream.

All right,*.After all, Brother Jun is a kind-hearted swordsman, he gives the young brat a bit of face, and every time he hears such an excuse, he doesn't expose it.

After all, Braised Dan is such a strong little bald donkey, his head will dim when he is sad, and if he loses face, he may be turned into a briquette in the distance.

How?

The Demon Realm is inherently dim, although it does not affect Brother Jun's eyesight, but the light is too dim, and the eyes will get tired easily after watching too much.

But it's different if there are marinated eggs, the head is bare.Just a little light can flash into a huge night pearl, which is very easy to use.

Looking at the head of Braised Dan, which feels good to the touch, Brother Jun couldn't help but think of the mirror in his mother's harem, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and took out a night pearl bigger than his hand from his sleeve.

It was given to him by Ah Cheng many years ago. It is said that it is the largest and brightest bead in Ah Cheng's collection. It was dug out of shells by the sea, and it can pretend to be the moon on the roof.

Acheng used to drag his homework for a long time at night, and didn't want his father to find out, so he turned off the lights, took his homework and hid under the quilt, using this luminous pearl.

Later, Ah Cheng became the lord of the city, his father and his mother eloped and wandered around the world, and no one watched him hand in his homework anymore.

He is free.

He no longer needs to turn into a dead line fighter, secretly hiding under the quilt all night to do his homework.

Therefore, he decided to give this night pearl, which represents the soul of the dead line, to Brother Jun, just to let his good brother, Brother Jun, inherit his will and feel his encouragement.

He is telling his good Ah Jun a profound truth——

As long as you live long, you will naturally have freedom.

At that time, Brother Jun felt that it made sense, and solemnly took over the pearl in A Cheng's hand.

This connection is six years.

Brother Jun and Ah Cheng were seventeen that year, and now they are both in their twenties.

God, 23, six years.

He, Gu Jun, has been separated from his good brother A Cheng for six years, and has never met him except for correspondence.

By the way, what did Mr. Acheng come here for?

Brother Jun thought about it, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to be a fairy, a pure sword cultivator who shared the same goals with Brother Jun, and would not be inferior when walking together.

But what exactly does it look like?

Brother Jun thought about it carefully, but he didn't think about it, so he decided to give up.

Anyway, he probably looks like a handsome swordsman.

It doesn't matter if you can't remember Ah Cheng's appearance, Brother Jun still remembers Ah Cheng's will and his high opinion of Ye Mingzhu.

Because of the inheritance of the family business, Brother Jun returned to his hometown where the lights must be bright everywhere he went, so he never found a chance to use the night pearl.

And now, he finally found it.

It's now!

Brother Jun flew up to the big rock on which the marinated egg was leaning.

The stone was so big and so tall, it was taller than three Jun brothers stacked upright, and he had never seen it before he went to practice swords.

Apparently, the stewed eggs were brought from nowhere, presumably to keep out the wind, and to create a sense of security against the wall behind which no ghosts can attack.

Some naive and some witty.

Well, according to what Spinach's mother said, Spinach did the same kind of wit before leaving home.

But spinach is worse than marinated eggs, and he still wraps himself tightly in the quilt, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, he has to retract his feet and head into the quilt.

He said that this is to prevent the wind from pouring into the warm bed, and it can also prevent old and cold legs in old age.

Brother Jun believed him to be a ghost.

The past is no longer talked about, and Spinach is now considered successful, so he has to give some face.

Brother Jun withdrew Feiyuan's thoughts, stood on the high stone top, and put down Ye Mingzhu.

At this moment, the sky is bright; the moon is there; the earth is clear.

The bright pearl and the head of the marinated egg are bright in the same color.

Ah, what a beautiful moonlight.

It was so beautiful that the stream behind the stone shimmered with sparkling light.

Shining and moving, accompanied by the looming sound of gurgling water, like a beauty under the hazy moon, lying on the shore, it seems to be humming or sighing——

Wait, sigh?

Brother Jun looked down——

Good guy, there is really a man lying on his stomach by the river.

Upon closer inspection, he was actually an acquaintance.

It's the uncle, the uncle who disappeared after meeting the Buddha in the dream.

What is he doing?

Why did he untie his belt?Why go into the river?

And why after discovering Brother Jun, his pupils shrank, and he raised his red face, his moist eyes seemed to be very hot, sighing and panting, despairing and hopeful?

Brother Jun was a little puzzled when he saw this, thought for a moment, and his eyes froze.

Could it be that the uncle, he, is going to kill himself?

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It's just a uncle whose female eyebrows have a poisonous attack, life would be better than death:

Well, it doesn't have to be.