Immortal Road.

Chapter 182: The Prototype of Sword Cultivation
Lin Shan took out the elder token that was given to him by the Nightingale Grand Elder at the Nightingale Headquarters in Bowanghou Mansion in Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty.

Ma Jiansheng took the scrub in his hand for a long time and sighed, as if recalling long-lost memories. He was stunned and speechless for a while.

Yin Wuming and the Black Skull Demon Lord stood there in bewilderment, feeling something was wrong. What kind of magic potion did this kid give to Sword Saint Ma? And what was so magical about the sword manual that made Sword Saint Ma so excited?

“I didn’t expect that today would be a double blessing. Not only did I get the Manual of the Sword of Exorcism, but I also met a fellow villager from the same organization.” Ma Jiansheng couldn’t help but feel deeply moved, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Then he started chatting with Lin Shan: "Where are you from in southern Xinjiang?"

Lin Shan: "I am from Qinghe County."

Ma Jiansheng: "What a coincidence! I am from Zangke County, and was born next door."

Lin Shan: "I have also joined the Nightingale branch in Zangke County."

Ma Jiansheng: "What a coincidence! I later became the leader of the Guangnan County branch, which is also next door."

Lin Shan: "I found this book of Exorcism Sword in Zangke County."

Ma Jiansheng sighed, "What a shame! I believed the rumors and searched for ten years in vain in Guangnan County next door!"

Lin Shan: "I later went to the Nightingale headquarters in the imperial capital of Bianliang, and became a guest elder by chance."

Ma Jiansheng nodded continuously: "Later, I also went to the capital to report on my work, and naturally I was promoted from helmsman to innate elder."

The two of them suddenly fell silent, looked at each other for a moment, and then, as if they had telepathy, they suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!!!"

This sudden startled the Black Skull Demon Lord and Yin Wuming who were standing beside him. They wondered what was wrong with these two people? Why did they always like to make so much noise?

With these secret codes between Lin Shan and Ma Jiansheng, there was no doubt in his mind that the people with such bad habits must be members of Nightingale's organization.

After verifying their identities, the two of them felt a sense of mutual admiration. Lin Shan took out some props from the storage space, handed over a note and offered tea, performing the ceremony of becoming a disciple.

Ma Jiansheng helped him up with both hands and couldn't help but say "OK, OK, OK" three times, while giving him kind instructions.

"Since you have become my direct disciple, if you encounter an unstoppable enemy when you travel the world, you may as well tell me my name, Sword Saint Ma Yuanjue. Maybe I can save your life. Remember this!"

Lin Shan had a solemn expression on his face, as if he wanted to remember these words in his heart.

"Master, rest assured. When I travel the world of cultivation in the future, no matter where I go, I will definitely carry forward the name of the Sword Saint and make our Sword Saint lineage famous all over the world!"

After hearing this, Ma Jiansheng nodded continuously, thinking that he had made the right choice to accept this disciple, as he had such ambition. Coupled with his aptitude and understanding, he might be able to catch up with him in the future.

Of course, if he knew that Lin Shan was a troublemaker who caused trouble wherever he went, he might not accept him as his apprentice no matter what.

But at least for now, Ma Jiansheng is very satisfied with everything about him.

While the master and his disciple were chatting and laughing here, Yin Wuming and the Black Skull Demon Lord next to them felt a chill in their hearts. The former felt that his life was in danger, while the latter was upset that he had missed out on the innate spiritual treasure.

A large group of demonic monks saw that some of them had become his direct disciples, and they had no hope of escaping. They became disheartened and secretly thought of other ways to escape.

The righteous monks who were watching the show on the other side were also very surprised. They didn't expect that Yin Wuming of the Blood River Palace would be eliminated, and instead Lin Shan, the dark horse, would break through. They all whispered to each other and talked about it.

Anyway, they were very leisurely. As long as they didn't anger the three personalities in the red-robed young man, they just had to wait for reinforcements.

Lin Shan chatted with Ma Jiansheng about the customs and culture of Southern Xinjiang. When fellow villagers meet, they have endless topics to talk about.

But when talking about the "Sword Manual of Exorcism", Lin Shan felt a little worried. Was this new master really going to castrate himself?

Ma Jiansheng smiled and told him that he was just curious and wanted to learn from it, but he had no interest in being a sissy.

Only then did Lin Shan breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, Ma Jiansheng mentioned that, as far as he knew, "The Book of the Sword of Exorcism" was just a castrated version of "The Book of the Sunflower", and if he wanted to practice it, he would practice the complete version.

This really shocked Lin Shan!

Is there really a "Sunflower Manual"? You know, "Swordsmanship of Exorcism" is already an innate martial art, so isn't "Sunflower Manual" a cultivation sword method?

I just don't know its level, whether it is magic or divine power.
Ma Jiansheng looked at him dimly and said that he would find the complete version of "Sunflower Manual" even if he had to search all over the world in his life. The will contained in it could not be shaken.

Lin Shan was a little annoyed. Why do you always think about those "things that can only be learned by castrating yourself" when you have nothing to do?
……

After a night, the sky began to turn pale.

The red-robed young man shuddered all over, Ma Jiansheng retreated behind the scenes, and Coach Wu came back online.

"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the time comes when I enter the world."

When this loud shout was heard, everyone could not help but shudder, remembering the fear that was dominated by boxing practice yesterday. They immediately formed two teams without waiting for any arrangements, and started to fight automatically by pulling up their boxing stances.

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Coach Wu's tone paused, and the rest of his words were stillborn.

Then, seeing Lin Shan standing next to him, he sent him to the front of the team to continue serving as the foreman and teach everyone the essence and techniques of boxing.

Everyone was jealous to death, this kid not only became the direct disciple of "Ma Jiansheng", but also the favorite of "Wu Coach". He had obtained two out of three parts of the world, who could compete with him?

However, Yin Wuming has not given up. He is a genius in the magic world and has a strong mind. Although he hit a wall with "Ma Sword Saint" last night, he was not discouraged.

With his talent and ability, he might be able to find another way out and win the favor of "Coach Wu" today, which might then provide him with another way to survive.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance.

Because at this time, another group of monks visited here from the horizon, but this time they were not passing by, but came here on purpose.

A huge divine sense swept across everyone in the forest. Everyone got goose bumps and felt the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth boiling slightly. Then a sound like thunder and a urn shook the sky and the earth.

"I am the head of Tiancan Peak in the Beast Taming Valley, Master Huntuo. How dare you, a rogue, detain an outer sect elder of my sect!"

Hearing this voice, everyone looked up suddenly.

The righteous cultivators were overjoyed. They did not expect that a Nascent Soul stage master from the Beast Taming Valley would arrive so quickly. The sect's outer sect elder, Master Pei, had just been captured yesterday morning, and today a powerful man came to rescue him.

Lin Shan had been overjoyed last night, thinking that after two days, when "Ma Jiansheng" suppressed the other two, he would be able to escape. However, he did not expect that the righteous mighty ones would react so quickly!
No wonder Pei Zhen was so arrogant at the beginning, claiming that he could block so many troubles for himself. It turned out that he had the support of a Nascent Soul stage boss in the Beast Taming Valley.

In fact, this Master Hun Tuo of the Beast Taming Valley was indeed the ancestor of Master Pei's lineage. He was also nearby, so he rushed over after hearing the news.

The demonic monks turned pale and turned to look at Coach Wu, wondering if he could stop the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The martial arts instructor had a calm face, looking ahead silently, but his aura was rising, and a huge pressure radiated out, faintly competing with the sky. The moment Master Hun Tuo arrived, he had already seen a group of people in the forest, including Master Pei and other disciples of the Beast Control Valley, as well as the righteous and evil sides and the red-robed young man.

"Lei Yinzi, you disregarded the overall interests of the Righteous Alliance and brazenly detained my disciples, affecting the strategic blockade of the eastern coastal areas, wasting opportunities and indirectly letting a large number of defeated demonic forces escape. I will temporarily capture you today and see what those old and powerful Taoists from the Purple Sky Sect will say about it in the future!"

The elders of Zixiao Sect did not seem to spread the scandal of Lei Yinzi being possessed, so even the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Beast Taming Valley were kept in the dark.

A sleeve that covered the sky came down, as if it was going to absorb everyone on the field. Everyone's cultivation was sealed at this time, and there was no way for them to escape or resist. They could only watch as the sleeve grew bigger and bigger.

"Since I am the family's appointed coach, how can I allow you to harm the younger generation of the family?"

Coach Wu acted quickly, blocking the "Universe in the Sleeve" move, then leaped into the sky and started fighting with Master Huntuo.

Everyone was watching with fear and trepidation, the sea of ​​vital energy in the sky was surging, countless insects blocked out the sky, fist shadows were flying in all directions, the fight between the two men caused a huge strange phenomenon, and gusts of wind forced the forest below to bend over.

Immediately afterwards, everyone could see a rain of insects falling from the sky, and unknown insect corpses fell down one after another, but Master Hun Tuo of the Beast Taming Valley didn't care at all, as if these insects were nothing more than a drop in the bucket to him.

After a quarter of an hour, the strange phenomenon in the sky disappeared, and Master Huntuo fled away with injuries.

Coach Wu landed in tattered clothes and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that both sides were injured in this battle. Then he staggered and became silent. He fell into a deep sleep due to severe exhaustion.

His body was then taken over by "Master Cen".

"There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat."

Everyone below was in shock and confusion. They didn't expect that Coach Wu could actually tie with a righteous Nascent Soul cultivator. However, it seemed that he could not continue in the end, so he had to withdraw and let Master Cen come out.

However, after yesterday's torture, everyone immediately sat cross-legged when they saw the change of class, with an expression of quietly listening and waiting for the class to start.

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Master Cen's tone paused, and the rest of his words were aborted.

Yin Wuming had not given up on saving himself at this time. The Nascent Soul cultivators from the Beast Taming Valley had already appeared, and there would be more Nascent Soul cultivators arriving later. If he didn't seize the time, he would probably have no chance!
Fortunately, before joining the Black Lotus Sect, he was born into a scholarly family in the distant State of Lu, where culture flourished and academies were everywhere. Although he disliked literature and loved martial arts when he was young, he was more or less influenced by it and could still recite some Confucian classics.

Next, Yin Wuming tried his best to show himself, assisting Master Cen in quoting classics, and relying on the little knowledge in his mind to help out, he finally won the appreciation of Master Cen, who admired him even more.

Yin Wuming was excited, he knew that only by kidnapping one personality first would he have a chance to survive. As for the final fight for dominance among the three personalities, he could also find a way to provide some external support.

However, just when he was about to gain Master Cen's trust.

It was already noon when a group of righteous monks flew over from the west. It seemed that they had come here specially to visit us.

"I am the head of Qianyun Pavilion in Mangdang Mountain, True Lord Liuyun. Which fellow Taoist is deliberately blocking the cultivators of the Righteous Alliance?"

Everyone looked up again and found that the one who came this time was another cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. One had just come in the morning, and another one came at noon. The efficiency of the righteous camp was really fast!

The hearts of the righteous people in the forest were once again cheered up. They had always believed that the righteous elders would never forget to save them no matter how busy they were, and this was indeed the case.

The people from the Demonic Path looked at Master Cen again in panic, wondering if he had the level of a martial arts coach and whether he could withstand a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Master Cen said nothing. Although he was not well-educated, as a teacher he should stand up and protect the safety of his students. It was his duty and responsibility!

"Boom boom boom~"

Another fight broke out in the sky. The people in the forest nervously lay on the ground watching the battle, feeling mixed emotions in their hearts and wishing that the battle would end quickly.

A quarter of an hour later, True Lord Liuyun passed away injured. Master Cen came back coughing up blood and was forced to return to his body to recuperate. Sword Saint Ma Yuanjue appeared again.

"If Heaven had not given birth to me, Ma Yuanjue, the sword path would have been as dark as eternity!"

No one tried to please him deliberately during the opening remarks this time, because they knew that he had no desire for control, and that his position as a personal disciple was gone, so it would be useless no matter how much they tried to please him.

Yin Wuming was stunned for a long time, and finally he was completely disheartened.

He really tried his best, but the righteous reinforcements came so quickly, disrupting his plans again and again.

Ma Jiansheng sat cross-legged quietly alone, as if taking advantage of the other two personalities' weakness to launch rounds of attacks, trying to suppress them as soon as possible, remove their obsessions, and thus regain his freedom.

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Night, midnight.

Three streaks of fire flashed across the sky again, followed by a large area of ​​light.

This time, three True Lords from the righteous path came, and they also brought a group of cultivators to support them.

And these three were none other than the three Nascent Soul elders of Zixiao Sect who had just fought with the Dharma King who protects the religion a few days ago.

The people of the righteous path finally couldn't help cheering. The righteous predecessors came together, this wave was a sure win!
The demons lowered their heads and said nothing, their eyes dim, as if they had already accepted their fate.

Ma Jiansheng opened his eyes and sighed expressionlessly, as if he was talking to himself.

"You two are so pedantic that you still won't let me leave at this time. You insist on protecting the younger generation of the family and the students under your tutelage. You are so stubborn.
Forget it, who made me promise you before?"

He took out a red sword, his eyes were calm, the sword intent around him began to converge, and sounds of metal clanged rang out, as if a giant dragon was hidden in his body and was slowly awakening.

The three Nascent Soul elders of the Zixiao Sect in the sky had already flown over. They had already understood that the red-robed young man in front of them was no longer Lei Yinzi. They also knew how difficult it was to deal with the "King of Dharma who protects the religion", so they used all their strength when they attacked.

A mighty river rolled in from the sky, as if washing away all the sins of the world. Wherever it passed, there were ants, and its target source was directly pointed at the red-robed young man below.

On this solemn and bleak night, Ma Jiansheng looked up at the end of the Milky Way, at the bright moon that had been hanging high in the sky since ancient times.

He recalled scenes from the past, singing and fencing in the vast swamps of southern Xinjiang, rowing in the middle of the stream at the Wu Gorge Water Gate, riding a horse and testing his sword on the ancient road in the western wilderness, and sleeping in the snow and eating in the cold ice field in the north.

Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and who first sees the moon on the river.

"Buzz~"

The dull sword chants gradually rose from low to high, and merged into one, accompanied by the repeated echoes in the forest, forming a melody of iron horses and golden swords, rippling in everyone's heart.

At that moment, his slender figure seemed to stand tall and upright, revealing the iron will of a martial arts swordsman.

A hero is one who helps the weak and fights against the strong, is loyal and brave, roams freely around the world, and travels the world with a sword.

A sharp and fierce sword intent rose from the ground, and countless streams of vital energy began to gather between heaven and earth. The astonishing will contained in them was like a volcanic eruption.

When a chivalrous knight possesses the power of an immortal cultivator, what kind of sparks will emerge from the combination of "immortal" and "knight", and the fusion of "strength" and "intention"?
As the Nine-Day Thunder Waterfall rushed forward, the figure, man and sword as one, went upstream and charged into the rolling torrent without hesitation, like a moth to a flame or an egg against a rock. With a deafening explosion, a circle of red and blue circular shock waves suddenly spread between heaven and earth.

That moment was so bright and blazing that it seemed eternal.

Everyone on the field stared blankly, feeling a sense of sadness for no reason. The next moment, they suddenly realized that their cultivation had recovered. The seal had loosened and disappeared when the sword light shot up into the sky.
(End of this chapter)