Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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In the icy night wind, in the lonely night, brother Jun practiced his sword for a whole night.

He's so happy, he's really happy.

After many years, he finally has his own night life again, and his sword, the beloved big sword.

That night, his sword was dancing, his hands were waving, his body was moving, and his heart was flying.

However, not everyone can understand the flying of freedom.As the saying goes, the sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked. Brother Jun here is refreshed after a night of sword practice, while Taoist Yan over there is physically and mentally exhausted after killing demons overnight.

Taoist Yan is very tired, he is really tired.Although he is a cultivator who doesn't need to sleep, he is also a human being, and he is not a strong swordsman. He can kill for days and nights without feeling tired.

What made him even more tired was that when he returned to Lanruo Temple with his almost numb body, what he saw was a pair of sweet ghosts, so sweet that they seemed to have escaped danger and lived a life of men farming and women weaving. Happiness lives in seclusion.

Is this plausible?He worked so hard, he was so hard to kill demons outside, but they were fighting each other inside.

Is this plausible?This pair of dogs and men!

Daoist Yan took a deep breath and stepped forward to interrupt their sweetness, "Ning Caichen, I asked you to pay attention to Gu Jun yesterday, what about others?"

Xiaoqian was terrified of the Taoist priest and disappeared immediately.And Ning Caichen was shocked, only then did he think of Gu Jun who had been forgotten by him.

After several days of thrilling twists and turns, Daoist Yan figured out some rules. This old demon in the Black Mountain does not know what kind of yin and evil skills he is practicing, and he has to suck blood full of yang energy every day.If you are full, your energy will be greatly increased, otherwise it will be greatly reduced.

No one enters this world except them these days.Daoist Yan is not afraid of demons because of his strength, and Ning Caichen has the protection of Xiaoqian and Daoist Yan. No ghosts can get close to get blood. The old demon is hungry and weak.

Of course, the premise is that the old demon did not obtain Gu Jun's blood.

Daoist Yan thought that he would not be able to take care of Gu Jun's comfort if he was not in the temple at night, so he asked Ning Caichen to pay attention before leaving.Who would have thought that this scholar would be fine, he stepped down with his front feet, and then indulged in tenderness with his back feet, not to mention paying attention to Gu Jun's movement at night, even now in broad daylight, he has never noticed that Gu Jun's room door is still closed .

Outrageous.

Seeing Ning Caichen lower his head, Taoist Yan seemed to have seen the original scene again.

At first he was squatting in this temple, before the old demon from Montenegro, he waited for Ning Caichen and another scholar to arrive first.He asked them not to open the door at night, but no one listened.Ning Caichen has a big fate, and he meets Xiaoqian, a new ghost who refuses to obey his grandmother's arrangement. One person and one ghost fall in love at first sight.The other scholar was not so lucky. When he was discovered, a hole was drilled in the sole of his foot, and all the blood was taken out.

Thinking back to the beginning, Daoist Yan only felt pain in his head.He was too lazy to chat with Ning Caichen, so he rushed to Brother Jun's room and knocked on the door.After Jiujiu didn't respond, he frowned, apologized secretly, then kicked open the door and rushed in——

Inside, it was empty.

Daoist Yan's heart skipped a beat.

There are countless beautiful female ghosts under the seat of the old demon of Montenegro, but he seems to have no taboo between men and women.

Could it be, could it be that the old demon felt that bloodletting alone was not enough, and took Gu Jun captive to be Mrs. Yazhai?

Daoist Yan suddenly thought of Brother Jun's astonishingly handsome appearance, and also remembered the atrocities that the old demon tried to marry Xiaoqian when he saw Xiaoqian's beauty, and felt that this guess was very likely.

Oops!

For a moment, Daoist Yan set off countless turbulent waves in his heart.

Daoist Yan is a young Taoist priest, but he comes from the magical world of cultivating immortals.The practitioners there retreat for decades, some even for hundreds of years.The same is true of Daoist Yan. If it is really about age, whether it is Brother Jun who has just grown up or Ning Caichen who is about to turn [-], he has to call him grandpa.

Of course, Daoist Yan will not admit it, because he knows that age is a pain for men, especially for men like him who are single.

Compared with young people, Daoist Yan, who is a grandfather, has seen too much.He has seen fairy mountains, spiritual springs, and absurd wine and meat pools, the kind of wine and meat pools where men and women hang out in the Hehuan sect.

Daoist Yan didn't know if there was a pool like the Hehuanzong in the lair of the old demon in Montenegro, but he knew that a rare and beautiful man like Brother Jun would only end up being squeezed dry if he fell into the hands of the old demon. .

Taoist Yan couldn't bear to imagine.In fact, the first time he saw Gu Jun, Daoist Yan felt like old friends at first sight, just like the guidance of fate.

Daoist Yan didn't know what kind of fate between him and Gu Jun, but he believed that it would never go wrong to make friends first.

It's a pity that it was too late to see the sky yesterday, Taoist Yan didn't have time to communicate with Gu Jun.He originally planned to have a knee-to-neck conversation with Gu Jun early this morning, but he never thought that Gu Jun's people had already been captured and disappeared without a trace.

Hey, is this the legendary fate without a share?

Yan Daochang pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ning Caichen felt a pain in his heart.He didn't think as much as Taoist Master Yan, but seeing that the Taoist priest was so silent, he could probably guess that the handsome new swordsman had already suffered cruel persecution.

It was all his fault, and it was all because of his negligence, Ning Caichen's throat was astringent, and a great sin arose in his heart.

However, before the crime could reach Ning Caichen's heart, Taoist Yan's eyes overflowed with sadness, a tall and straight figure floated in from behind them.

It's Brother Jun, it's Brother Jun who just came back from sword practice.

The young Jun brother stood outside the door, looked at the two people in the room who bowed their heads in silence, and meditated silently for a while.

He tried, but failed, to understand their grief.

He thought of his father again.His father seems to be the same way, from time to time he will fall into inexplicable heartbreak when he looks at strange places.

Brother Jun thought about it, this is probably the characteristic of adults who are about to enter middle age and beyond, and he still can't understand it as a young adult.

But it doesn't matter, let's talk about it later.Now Brother Jun just wants to take away the umbrella he put in the room to dry.

That was the umbrella that Ah Cheng gave him. Later, when he was in the Northern Territory, Fuxue drew a landscape on the inside of the umbrella. Before returning to the imperial city, Spinach took it away and wrote next to the landscape. Now this umbrella is in the heart of Jun. It has become a symbol of friendship, and he will never forget it even if he is in a hurry.

So, Brother Jun took a look.

Very good, with their backs to the door, no one paid attention to him.

Brother Jun stretched out his hand again and pushed Ning Caichen who was standing in front, "Excuse me."

Ning Caichen froze, turned around and said in disbelief, "Brother Gu! Are you alright?"

What can be the matter?Brother Jun couldn't understand.

Daoist Yan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and looked around him from side to side. He didn't see any ghosts, so he asked to be on the safe side, "Where did you go?"

"I haven't gone far." Brother Jun said, "It's just around here, practicing swords."

Oh, sword practice.I have long heard that sword cultivators in the mortal world work hard, but I never thought they would be so hardworking, even in the wilderness, they would not forget their morning exercises.The stone in Daoist Yan's heart fell to the ground, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

There are also sword cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals, but those sword cultivators are really unreliable in the eyes of Daoist Yan.A good sword doesn't need to be practiced much, but it is immersed in love and love all day long.

Those who practice the ruthless sword way, at first they were arrogant and immoral, but in the end they all broke the way.Not to mention those who practice the way of the sentient sword, they will save the common people for love at every turn.

Oh, of course, not only sword cultivators, but also most other cultivators.

What's even more exaggerated is that some even utter some suffocating famous sayings from time to time, "There is no common people in my heart, but I want to save common people for you."

Daoist Yan didn't understand, Daoist Yan didn't understand.

Is it true that all the famous and decent families have become like this now?Is it really okay?It's not as good as his integrity, who was born in a small Poguan of the Eighteenth Class Immortal Sect.

Not to mention hard work.

When Taoist Yan was practicing spells day and night, they were talking about love; when Taoist Yan was carving talismans on the mahogany sword, they were talking about love; when Taoist Yan was traveling to kill monsters, they were still talking about love.

And the same sword cultivator, Gu Jun, was born in the mortal world, and had never seen a landscape full of aura in the world of cultivating immortals. Looking at the ordinary aura around him, he probably would not have the possibility of building a foundation to prolong his life.

But what about him?Still diligent and conscientious, practicing sword assiduously.

What is it called?It's called professionalism.Compared with him, are those in the world of cultivating immortals sword cultivators?

Laughing to death, not at all, just a group of bastards who rely on their talents to wander.

Humph, what a shame.

Daoist Yan couldn't see it.

Thinking about it this way, Daoist Yan's impression of Brother Jun became even better, and he couldn't help asking, "When did you start? How long have you practiced the sword?"

"Not long." Brother Jun said plainly, "One night."

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Daoist Yan and Daoist Yan were in awe.

His eyes, who had always been steady, turned hot, and he was almost moved to tears.This is not an ordinary move, but Daoist Yan's move when he saw the light of sword repair.

Getting used to those talented sword cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals who are full of love in their heads, Daoist Yan has been disappointed in sword cultivators, and once thought that hardworking sword cultivators were just his fantasy.

He never expected that he couldn't find it in the world of cultivating immortals, but he encountered it in this barren world of mortals.

God!Gu Jun.

You are the sword cultivator!

Really pure, sword cultivator!

vibration sound.