Comprehensive Immortal Sword

After a long time, I passed through countless mountains and rivers with my sword, only to see the peaks and valleys tossing and the sun and the moon chasing each other, just like what I wholeheartedly hoped for when I was young, I passed the days of using my sword to stay away from right and wrong.But it was gone again, the face engraved in memory.

When I was young, I grew up in Taiping Village at the foot of Qingluan Peak. In the village, it is said that there were some high-ranking officials or generals in the ancestors. Whenever the old people talked about it, they would sigh with emotion and feel quite proud.

And at that time, I was always raised by my parents, but without knowing it, I somehow became a disgrace to the village. Every time the people in Taiping Village saw me, their face, which was not young at all, became more and more wrinkled stand up.

I never knew why, but when I thought about it later, it was probably because I advocated force and wanted to be like those heroes who occasionally passed by the village. Because of the incompatibility of ideas.And when I was young, I was indeed a little naughty.

Not long after my parents died, I packed up the remaining things at home and sold them for some money. I forged a cast iron sword at the only blacksmith shop in Taiping Village, and left Taiping Village just like that.

On that day, it didn’t rain, and the weather was good. I only wore a short jacket, and the outer shirt was tied up around my waist indiscriminately, and I got unanimous scolding from the crowd—disrespectful, shameless, shameless, etc. .

Good-naturedly did not refute the aunt who scolded the most viciously but couldn't bear to leave her eyes for a moment, and used a kind of wild boar in the purple cloud frame when seeing people, her eyes went up and down back and forth, circling back and forth above my abdomen and below my neck. When stepping on the stone slab submerged in the mud at the edge of the village, he even looked back and smiled.

Farewell, Taiping Village.

There are also many good things, although it is very dangerous, such as Ziyunjia, which has maintained my source of income for a long time, and Qingluan Peak, which has a beautiful waterfall and a big tree growing down.

If possible, I think I probably won't be coming back...

Just like the heroes and knights in those stories told by the storyteller, after becoming famous, they found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion in a low-key and high-profile way, or... died in a foreign land, annihilated in the passing time.

The rivers and lakes are really a place to hone people. With my cast iron sword that was a little twisted because of my poor casting skills, I managed to gain a little fame within three years of leaving the village.As for the name, needless to say, the level of names given by people in the Jianghu has never been worth looking forward to.

The blade of the pig iron sword had many cracks, but I was reluctant to throw it away. I can't say why, but I just don't want to.

Until in a fight, I rescued a chubby county magistrate who looked like a ball and looked like a corrupt official at first glance. While gaining a friend, I also lost the sword that had always been with me .

Those robbers who robbed Liu Shifeng—the idiot county magistrate I rescued—laughed at my pig iron sword very unprofessionally, and swung the long sword in their hands aggressively.

The sword body is rough and the blade is sharp. It has to be said that although the quality of the robbers themselves needs to be improved, their hardware equipment is still very up to date.

So, after finishing them off, I accepted their swords and the things they robbed before.

Facing my behavior, Liu Shifeng shook his hands aside, his already round face wrinkled more and more like a cake.

Finally, under my innocent smile, Liu Shifeng frowned and sighed while squatting down with difficulty to help me clean up the things that I randomly picked aside.

Thrift cannot be wasted...he said so.

I think, I can probably make my first friend since I left the village.

I dug a hole and buried my pig iron sword that was broken in two. I used the wind to blow up the fallen leaves nearby and covered it with a shallow layer. It looked much better than the original piece of bare brown land.

As for why I can use wind, I have never thought deeply about it, but this is really useful, for example, it is fast to escape, for example, it can reach wild fruits on very high tree forks.

Liu Shifeng went to Shouyang to take up the post. Contrary to his extremely corrupt appearance, this guy is actually a bit confused.

Overall, a nice guy.

I lived with him in Shouyang for a few days, but on the sixth day, I was carrying an old cellar I bought from a tavern and was singing comfortably, when Liu Shifeng, who was eating peanuts over there, suddenly Shocked, he said, oops, Brother Yun Xian, I remembered, last time you made that... that, that one that rolled the leaves, it's a fairy method!

The next thing seemed to be a matter of course. I carried the good sword that I had snatched from the robbers, packed my small package, and set foot on the road again.This time, instead of going to the rivers and lakes, I went to ask for immortals.

In fact, what's so good about cultivating immortals?Can't eat meat, can't drink alcohol, and finally don't even give anything to eat, and get a name called Bigu, wishing to drink three meals a day and drink dew all year round.There are still a lot of rules, this is not allowed, that is not allowed, maybe even the sect is not given.And, and...

What else?

I do not know.

However, even though cultivating immortality was so troublesome that I thought about it a few times and just let it go, I would definitely not be able to stand those rules and regulations with my free and easy temperament, but in the end, I persisted.

Taiyi Fairy Trail in Kunlun Mountains, walking all the way from Boxian Town, is like experiencing the changes of four seasons from summer to winter, which is really mysterious.Well, by the way, Boxian town's exotic kumiss and wine are also delicious.

After walking through the desert, oasis, and woods, I saw the ice and snow not far away, a scene so silent that it made people feel empty.

I have always disliked winter, not only because in winter, it is even more difficult to find wild vegetables and fruits that can be eaten on Ziyunjia.It is more because, after walking for a long time in the vast expanse of falling snow, when I look back at dusk, but can only see my own footprints extending from the invisible place to my feet, I will suddenly feel lonely.

So in such a place, I have always walked in a mess, stepping here and there, and looking at the messy snow, I feel very comforted.

This time, I did the same, and was unfortunately ambushed by a little snowball-like monster lurking in the snow—well, maybe because I didn't see it and just stepped on it.

The end of being half paralyzed is to be surrounded by snow foxes waiting for an opportunity.

At this time, I suddenly remembered what I had heard before, a hero at the end of the road, leaning on a broken sword, gradually drifting away in the snowy sky, and finally his figure was submerged in the heavy snow and disappeared...

It's a pity that it wasn't enough for the occasion. I looked at the intact long sword in my hand with regret, and I summoned the wind.

It's true that the wind blade, which comes quickly to deal with monsters, is coming, but I miscalculated the degree of coldness of the north wind. When a group of snow foxes disappeared, half of my body that was paralyzed by the cold now even half of it Also stiffened together.

When I was sleepy, I seemed to vaguely see a figure with long black hair, fair skin, and cold but sharp eyes.

I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, only heard a cold snort that wasn't very happy.

The next moment, a fireball fell from the sky and killed many snow foxes who wanted to pounce on me and the onlookers, and by the way...burned my clothes.

It’s hot, it’s true, it’s true that it warmed my frozen body, but... it hurts a lot from the burn! !

By the time I was able to climb up with stiff hands and bury the snow around me on the flames that had climbed up the trouser legs along the hem of my clothes, the figure of that person had disappeared.

I only saw a row of footprints from not far away, to be precise, from not far away from a group of snow fox corpses, spreading straight to not far away, and walked decisively at the intersection of the three forks without a trace of procrastination one of them.

Different from the messy footprints that I stepped on nonsense, where that person walked, there was only a neat row of footprints, not deep, and the ones that were farther away were covered with a layer of falling snowflakes, and gradually became unclear. .

The cold wind blows up my burnt trouser leg, shaking my body, I stand up and pat the snowflakes on my body, I don’t know why, I just walk forward along the path walked by that person’s footprints .

This time I didn't step on it again, because when I look back, I can no longer see only my own footprints.

Speaking of which, if I went up the mountain to worship my teacher, the person who should be one step taller than me just now would be my senior brother! ?

Hmm... Suddenly there is a feeling of loss...