This is what cultivating immortals is like

The wind was violent and the remaining force lingered for a long time.

Tian Mingzi was so blown away by the flying sand and rocks that he couldn't open his eyes. Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. He was used to being arrogant and looked forward with his consciousness.

He didn't see anything, but he knew there was a humanoid object, and he didn't know anything about his realm or species.

At this time, Lu Bei was wearing a black-striped mask and had a vague realm of the Dispersing God Art. A Mahayana monk would not be able to see through his true face, let alone Tian Mingzi, who was only in the Void Refining realm.

Undecided when faced with problems, he calls himself a junior.

Tianmingzi bowed his hands and said politely: "This place is Hengshui Mountain, the territory of the vassal state of Zhaoqin. Junior Tianmingzi, senior, you are polite."

"Fellow Taoist Tian Mingzi is so polite. Ding, a Taoist from the mountains, and a casual cultivator cannot be regarded as a senior." Lu Bei cupped his fists in return and glanced at the compass in Tian Mingzi's hand.

Ordinary goods have no chance with him.

In this case, there is no need to enforce the law.

After confirming their arrival at Zhaoqin, Lu Bei wiped the cold sweat from his head. The Kunlun Mountains were several times wider than he imagined. The originally planned three-day journey actually took ten days to land.

People are almost numb.

"Ding has something important to do, so I won't disturb fellow Taoist Taoist's enjoyment of enjoying the sun. You can take your time and get busy. I'll see you again by chance."

"Senior, wait a minute. You came from the North. Can you see any signs of the emergence of a magical weapon?"

"Magic weapon?!"

Lu Bei immediately became interested, stopped leaving, and started chatting with Tian Mingzi out of curiosity: "Fellow Taoist, are you waiting for an opportunity here?"

"Yes, waiting for a sword."

Tian Mingzi sighed: "I have waited for three hundred years. Counting the six hundred years that my master and ancestors have waited, it has been a waste of thousands of years, and I have not waited for this magic weapon to appear."

Lu Bei became even more interested. He took out the table, chairs and bench, called Tian Mingzi to sit down, and filled a cup of tea: "Come, moisten your throat, and be gentle."

Tian Mingzi was somewhat resentful. He drank a cup of tea and talked about the bad fate of his family's mountain gate.

"Senior, I don't know, but the Wuliang Sword Sect that I belong to this junior was also a famous and powerful force in Zhaoqin a thousand years ago. At its peak, there were tens of thousands of swordsmen in the sky, dominating one side. Even if the Emperor of Zhaoqin faced the sword of our Wuliang Sword Sect, he would Xiu also needs to be polite."

Infinite Sword Sect?

It sounds like a trash fish, one of the smallest among the trash fish.

Lu Bei made a mental evaluation and said in awe: "It turns out he is the successor of the Wuliang Sword Sect. He has heard about his name for a long time. It is truly a blessing to meet him today."

By the way, do you, the Wuliang Sword Sect, live in Wuliang Mountain? There is a lake in the mountain, a cave by the lake, and a life-sized figure in the cave?

"Senior is joking. If a good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past, how can there be any Wuliang Sword Sect now? It's the junior who is being rude."

Tianmingzi helped himself to the tea. The more he drank, the more bitter it became. He banged the table and said, "If it weren't for the Sutra of Abandonment, how would the Wuliang Sword Sect be in this situation today?"

"puff---"

Lu Bei spurted out a sip of tea and saw that Tian Mingzi's face was full of water. He quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "Why do fellow Taoists say this? The Abandonment Sutra in your mouth is the immortal sword master who is invincible in this life?"

Has the claws of Qi Li Jing reached Zhao Qin?

That's right, after all, he is invincible, cutting from east to west, from south to north, regardless of his swordsmanship or Taoist charm, he goes to whoring wherever he goes, so it is not surprising that he has a bad relationship in Zhaoqin.

Tian Mingzi raised his sleeves to wipe the tea on his face and stared at the white towel in Lu Bei's hand, lost in thought.

Like many normal people, when I first met Lu Bei, I found it difficult to adapt.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised. This thing is a gift from a close friend of my beloved wife's sister. It means a lot to Ding, and I can't lend it to you to wipe your face."

Lu Bei put away the fragrant handkerchief and asked: "What happened to the Sutra of Abandonment? Did he dismantle the Infinite Sword Sect?"

"That's not true, but he defeated several kendo masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect with his immortal sword power. The swordsmanship of the elders of the mountain sect was broken, and they have been in decline ever since. The Wuliang Sword Sect's prosperity has declined, and it has never returned to its peak. To this day, only There is only one junior left."

Then you are too weak!

Lu Bei showed admiration: "As expected of the Immortal Sword Master, and of the Immortal Sword Intent. Whoever can obtain this Sword Intent will definitely be invincible for the rest of his life."

After saying that, he nodded repeatedly and highly affirmed it from the perspective of a pure passerby.

"The Immortal Sword Intent is very powerful, but my Infinite Sword Intent is not far behind. If Abandonment Sutra hadn't been ruthless, every sword attack would break the sword's heart. How could the Infinite Sword Sect have fallen to this point?" Tian Mingzi said bitterly, deeply Feeling dissatisfied.

Although, he just refused to accept it!

Lu Bei: (一`一)

The Infinite Sword Intention seemed familiar, and it felt like he had heard it somewhere. If he, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, remembered correctly, there was a sword intention in the Nine Immortal Swords called Infinite Sword Intent, which was an inaccessible fusion material to synthesize the Immortal Sword Intent.

It turns out that the Abandonment Sutra spent countless swordsmanship in Zhao Qin.

If there is sword intention, there should be moral charm. Lu Bei is ready to make a move. Following the first generation sect leader, the second generation sect leader of Tianjian Sect will also extend his evil claws against Wuliang Sword Sect.

"By the way, fellow Taoist, you said you are waiting for the sword here. Is there any magic weapon that can defeat Qi Li Jing?" Lu Bei asked curiously.

If this is the case, this divine weapon must be destined to him.

"Back then, several kendo masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect were defeated by the Forsaken Sutra. Among them was the ancestor of the younger generation. His sword heart was broken and he suffered terribly every time he picked up the sword. It can be said that the path of kendo was cut off."

"My sword cultivator didn't want to bow his head. The ancestor couldn't ask for a sword, so he asked for help from heaven. Finally, in his twilight years, he got a glimpse of heaven's secrets. A great sword came from the north. With an infinite thought, holding this magic weapon can not only defeat the immortal sword's will, It can also revive the reputation of the Wuliang Sword Sect.”

Tian Mingzi spoke loudly, and when he mentioned the last words of his ancestor, he was a little startled.

Lu Bei saw that he was acting foolishly and crazy, and kept silent to help him remove the demonic thoughts from his body, but the effect was average. Tian Mingzi's madness was not only an obsession with what he wanted, but also a sense of depression and a bit of resentment.

Depressed and depressed, resentful and resentful.

There was a pair of Qi Li Jing, and there was a pair of seniors from the mountain sect, especially his own master and master, who guarded the barren mountain waiting for the divine sword to be born, causing him to be implicated and wasting three hundred years of good time.

In addition, there is also resentment against Zhao Qin. The Jiang family was too cruel. If the royal family hadn't suppressed them everywhere, the Wuliang Sword Sect would not have fallen so neatly.

It has plummeted, hit rock bottom, and has no room for recovery.

Tian Mingzi kept chattering, which gave Lu Bei a headache. He changed the topic several times but was brought back to his original position by Madman.

After trying to no avail, he finally figured out that Tian Mingzi was crazy. His logic was not messed up at all, and he just wanted to find an audience for his complaints.

Unlucky for him, he happened to be close.

"Fellow Daoist Tianmingzi, forgive Ding for being rude. I'm afraid that the saying about the sword coming from the north was a cruel remark made by our ancestors out of unwillingness. In fact... you don't have to glare at me. Ding is an outspoken person who has been talking since he was a child. There are no twists and turns.”

Tianmingzi was silent for a long time. After a while, he picked up a cup of tea and murmured: "What the senior said is true. Junior...don't you know it? It's just...except for this sword, the junior has no way to revive the mountain gate. The master's orders are not Dare to do it, even if you know there is none, you can only wait.”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and coughed heavily, his sallow face turned as golden as paper for a moment, and his whole person looked older.

His fists were spread out, and the blood was dazzling, making Lu Bei take a breath.

"Don't get me wrong, fellow Taoist, this is serious tea, not poisoned."

"Senior is joking. It's because junior's time has come and it has nothing to do with senior's tea."

Tianmingzi's withered hair turned white and her vitality was fading rapidly. Although it had nothing to do with tea, it had something to do with Lu Bei's quick words. Otherwise, he would have lived for at least three to five months.

Lu Bei was sweating on his forehead. He held Tian Mingzi's body on the verge of collapse and lit up a little green light, trying to prolong his life for another three to five months.

However, it was of no use.

Tian Mingzi looked relieved. He didn't want to live anymore. He grabbed Lu Bei's sleeve and said arrogantly: "When the junior is about to die, it is really happy to be able to talk freely with the senior and have this pot of good tea."

"If you persist, fellow Taoist, you can still have a few more drinks."

"Hahaha, I want to die as much as I want. I'm tired of living a long time ago."

Tian Mingzi said a few more crazy words, and his energy was as high as a flashback. He took out a Qiankun Ring from his sleeve and said quickly: "There are countless sword canons in the ring. If you don't mind it troublesome, senior, please pick one with outstanding qualifications." Young people, let the inheritance of Wuliang Sword Sect be passed on. If you find it troublesome, you can practice on your own. If others ask, please mention the name of Wuliang Sword Sect."

Lu Bei nodded, took the Qiankun Ring, and saw that Tian Mingzi was about to leave after returning to the light, and said: "Fellow Taoist, Ding heard some things about Tianjian Sect on the other side of the mountain. After a thousand years, Tianming The Sword Sect has also fallen."

"how do I say this?"

Tianmingzi was overjoyed, with a strange light in his eyes.

"The Tianjian Sect rebelled and their backs were broken. Two of the three died during the Tribulation Period, and the remaining one was an old farmer who did not do his job. He only planted grass and hugged trees every day."

"The second sect leader is a free-spirited boy who is idle and has no ambitions. He has difficulty convincing the public, let alone suppressing the elders under his sect."

"Nine elders are working together here and there, but they are still not full. The sect leader only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, and works hard in his daughter's hometown all day long. In a few years, the Tianjian Sect will be abolished."

"That's good, that's good..."

Tianmingzi nodded repeatedly when he heard this, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand stroking his beard dropped.

It’s cold!

"Fellow----"

Lu Bei cried out sadly, put his hand to test his breathing, and confirmed that he was really cold. He changed his face in a second: "But the second sect leader has extremely good qualifications. Even after reading the Sutra of Abandonment, he was silent. The backbone of Tianjian Sect is his own." What was interrupted is now continued, and the realm of vitality and competition between all things is still before our eyes."

"If someone is clear and doesn't tell secrets, that person is me!"

"..."

Tian Mingzi was in a stable mood, did not utter any words to refute, and walked away with a smile.

Lu Bei sighed and lamented that practicing cultivation was not easy. He waved his hand and swept away the stone table and bench. He poured a cup of tea to the ground and sent Tian Mingzi away.

He raised his hand and held a fire, put Tianmingzi into the box, and rummaged through the Qiankun Ring.

Meeting is fate, find the home address of the lonely old man, make a trip to send the ashes back, and let him return to his roots. It's best to have a phone number. The woman who answered the phone is 280 years old, values ​​love and justice, has a low IQ, and is willing to repay her kindness with her body.

Lu Bei thought too much about the phone number, but the address was indeed there.

A land deed states the hilltop where the Wuliang Sword Sect is located.

In addition, there are three ancient books with a sense of time.

"This is..."

"Huh!"

"Huh?"

"Huh----"