Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

"Disciple dare not!"

There was a hint of guilt in Wang Yue's voice, and when he met his master's gaze, Xuanjizi seemed to have caught a hint of his inner emotional fluctuations.

He quickly lowered his head and used his sleeves to hide his embarrassment.

Xuanjizi stroked his beard gently, with a hint of majesty in his voice.

"That's good! You should pay more attention to this junior brother in the future."

Wang Yue took a deep breath and tried hard to calm the ups and downs in his heart.

"Master, please rest assured that I will never have any messy thoughts."

"Since Junior Brother Song is our only hope, I will take good care of him and won't let anything happen to him."

After saying that, he walked up to Chengfeng, stretched out his hand and patted Chengfeng on the shoulder.

"Junior brother, from now on you and I are a family. If you have any difficulties, just tell me, and I will definitely help you."

Feeling the warmth from that hand, Chengfeng felt warm in his heart, as if he was reunited with his childhood friend.

"Brother Wang, I admire your great name. If there are any areas I don't understand in the future, please give me your guidance and care."

After hearing Chengfeng's words, Xuanjizi smiled knowingly and waved to him.

"Don't be so polite, both of you! Your senior brother just came back today and will leave in a few days. From now on, you have to rely on your own efforts."

An awkward smile appeared on Wang Yue's face.

"Junior Brother Song! To be honest, I came back today to visit Master. I will leave in a few days and return to Prime Minister Cao in the capital.

"I didn't expect that when I came back this time, I would see you sleeping outside the door. This is fate. From now on, Master will rely on you to take care of him."

Chengfeng nodded. He knew a little about Wang Yue's legend. Although not all of it was complete, he knew that he worked for Cao Cao.

"Brother, please rest assured. Just go and do your thing. I will take good care of Master."

Wang Yue smiled and said, "That's good! Junior Brother Song, I brought some fine wines from Prime Minister Cao. Let's drink a few glasses of wine together."

In an atmosphere filled with the aroma of wine, Chengfeng learned that the name of his master's sect was Jianxuan Sect.

Master Xuanjizi was once a devout apprentice who followed the mysterious sword master for many years.

Although the master failed to reach the immortal realm, his achievements in the field of swordsmanship are rare in ancient and modern times, and he has never encountered failure.

Chengfeng felt vague about the concept of Sword Immortal, but he was not at all vague about Wang Yue's fame.

No matter what the future holds, being able to be a legendary figure and Wang Yue's junior brother is a source of honor.

Chengfeng secretly planned that after he recovered from his illness, he would go back and brag about it to his friends.

Although Wang Yue is famous, Xuanjizi is his master.

When Xuanjizi was in the prime of his youth, he swept across the world with his invincible strength and became the Sword Emperor of his time.

However, at the height of his fame, he chose to retreat and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains.

Despite this, Xuanjizi always has higher pursuits in his heart.

Become a true sword immortal, able to fly with a sword and cross thousands of miles in an instant.

After more than sixty years of dedicated research and practice, we have still not been able to reach that final threshold.

Once upon a time, not only him, but also his eldest disciple and second disciple, became possessed because of touching that realm.

He was saved because he was treated in time by the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, but his two disciples died.

This incident made Xuanjizi reflect deeply and realize that not everyone has the qualifications to carry out this pursuit.

Wang Yue, the third disciple, although he had great talent, in Xuanjizi's view, he was just a firefly, far from enough to reach the sea of stars.

Therefore, the way of the sword immortal was never passed on to Wang Yue.

He would rather let this secret be buried with himself than see another young life fall on the path of swordsmanship.

Just when Xuanjizi was about to give up, Chengfeng suddenly appeared in front of him.

At that moment, a long-lost light flashed in Xuanjizi's eyes.

He recognized at a glance the extremely rare dragon jade body on Chengfeng's body, which was the perfect physique for practicing the way of the sword immortal.

At that moment, he saw the light.

Xuanjizi didn't care about Chengfeng's past or those absurd words.

Whether it was true or not, it didn't matter to him.

What’s important is that Chengfeng’s appearance gave him an opportunity, an opportunity to realize his lifelong dream.

Even if it means using a white lie like curing an illness, he wants to keep Chengfeng by his side.

In the quiet and ancient courtyard of Jianxuanmen, the sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and falls on the courtyard in patches.

Chengfeng stood side by side with Xuanjizi, his figure straight and tall, like a green pine, standing proudly on the cliff.

Chengfeng's gaze penetrated the mountains in front of him and reached the boundless sky.

More than a year has passed, and despite being plagued by the strange illness, there has been no improvement.

But Chengfeng's swordsmanship and spearmanship reached an astonishing level after Xuanjizi taught him everything he knew.

Every time he swung his sword, there was a roar of air being torn apart. Wherever the tip of the sword passed, it seemed as if even time was cut apart.

Every time he brandished his gun, there was a surge of wind and clouds, and thunder was looming in it, showing a beauty of power that transcends the ordinary.

Sometimes, Wang Yue would come to compete with him, but they were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell who would win.

Xuanjizi was watching from the side and was extremely surprised. He nodded repeatedly, feeling lucky that he had not mistaken the person.

Wang Yue felt mixed emotions and was secretly frightened.

You know, he followed Xuanjizi for more than 20 years before he mastered the skills and went down the mountain to gain experience.

Chengfeng had only practiced for a year, but he was already on par with him in swordsmanship, and even surpassed him in spearmanship.

Of course, this is also because Chengfeng's power is extremely great, but his innate strength is insufficient.

If he only talked about swordsmanship and practiced it at the same time, he might not even have one tenth of Cheng Feng's level, which made Wang Yue feel ashamed.

Despite this, Wang Yue did not feel jealous.

Master Xuanjizi once said that it was not that he didn't want to teach him, but that his talent was not up to it.

Wang Yue had seen the graves of his two senior brothers, knew the reasons for their deaths, and even had the chance to eat at the feast hosted by his second senior brother.

I have to admit, it really wasn’t tasty, and it was basically all paid for out of his own pocket.

Although he was unwilling to accept Chengfeng's rapid progress, he could only accept it with peace of mind.

He was also afraid that the wind would eat his feast.