False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

A year later, what Zhou Lian was holding was still the ugly wooden sword less than three feet long.

Zhou Lian has been holding such a sword that does not match his shape all day long to practice swordsmanship. Thanks to being with him for many years, under the influence of subtle influences, this piece of wood has more or less changed in nature, otherwise ordinary wood After so many years of air drying, I'm afraid it has already been broken into dross.

When he was 16 years old, Chang Wuzi still had no intention of changing his sword.

At this time, Zhou Lian's stature has grown a lot, maybe it's because after practicing cultivation, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth enters his body, cleaning away the impurities in his body all the time, so Young Master Zhou looks better and better.

He himself is a lazy person with no big pursuits, and it stands to reason that he should develop in the direction of embroidered pillows, but years of martial arts practice has given him a little youthful spirit, even if he is paralyzed like a cartilage, at first glance it is only misleading. He exudes a lazy nobility all over his body, but he ignores that what is wrapped under this person's colorful appearance is actually a bag of straw.

Because of this, when he was wearing that eye-catching wooden sword, he looked even more ridiculous.

After all, he was a young man in his prime, and Zhou Lian's repeated hints to no avail, and he couldn't bear to show it clearly—that was no different from asking for help.He decided to support himself.

Li Ming's business was prosperous, and there were several blacksmith shops, so Zhou Lian took Shen Wu to these shops to carefully select several when he was free that day.

Zhou Lian is not poor, Zhou Lian has money, and the young master of the Zhou family who was born with a golden key in his mouth bought back all the treasures of the blacksmith shop.

On the way back, Shen Wu felt that senior brother was walking with the wind, and thought that senior senior brother is indeed a talent from the sky, and he has accomplished his cultivation in only one year.

Chang Wuzi didn't say anything when he knew about it. Zhou Lian caressed the blade of Aijian lightly and said in a low voice:

"Master, are you short of money?" Otherwise, how could you not even be able to afford a sword.

Chang Wuzi glanced at him, his eyes were full of worry.

His eyes seemed to be that the landlord was looking at his useless and stupid son. Zhou Lian somehow felt ashamed, so he brought out Shen Wu who had been thrown aside:

"Little brother, what do you think?"

Shen Wu has been in a dilemma between master and senior brother all year round, and he has gained experience in riding the wall, showing a ignorant smile and not saying a word.

Zhou Lian glanced at him sideways, and said:

"You are so young, you have so many eyes. Is there a beehive jumping in your cavity?"

Shen Wu is as good as others: "Naturally, what the elder brother said is reasonable."

Zhou Lian was dissatisfied, and frowned slightly: "Am I so easy to fool?"

Shen Wu denied: "No."

Zhou Lian lost the interest of flirting, and concentrated on fiddling with his sword.

Shen Wu thought to himself, isn't this a fool?

The treasure of the blacksmith's shop is a unparalleled sword with a body of one hundred forged steel, a handle of a thousand pure gold, wrapped with a red ribbon and inlaid with emeralds.The man bragged about this sword so that it was the only one in the world without any imitations. Zhou Lian saw how it was gorgeous, smooth and steady while swinging his own broken wooden sword for several blocks, and felt its heavy weight again, love Dunsheng, bought it directly.

The rich and powerful do not talk about the price.

Then, in a few strokes, he turned the only peerless famous striker in the world into a small pile of scrap metal.

Zhou Lian froze on the spot, but he was thin-skinned and couldn't attack yet, so he just pretended to be fine with a stiff face.

Chang Wuzi: "Lian'er, don't worry, you can barely be regarded as a monk now, no matter how hardened iron is, it will certainly not be able to withstand your grinding, so you should just treat it as if you spent money to learn a lesson." .”

Zhou Lian didn't feel sorry for money, but Chang Wuzi appeared so timely, no matter how you look at it, he seemed to be taking the time to watch a joke, so he said:

"Is this money paid by Master?"

Chang Wuzi flatly refused: "Impossible."

He said again: "Tomorrow is Awu's birthday."

Zhou Lian was still immersed in the shame of being cheated. Hearing the words, he was in a daze for a moment, feeling the coolness of the wind blowing over his cheeks, and said, "Yes."

The so-called cultivation has no time, every day is a reappearance of yesterday. If this kind of life is too long, it is inevitable that today and evening will be forgotten.Zhou Lian often forgot even his own birthday, not to mention Shen Wu, whom he never liked very much.

But that being said, birthday gifts still have to be given.I gave it away in previous years, but I missed it this year. What if the little boy thinks he has a problem with him and hides under the quilt at night and cries.

But he really forgot to buy it...

He looked down at the wreckage of his love sword, and thought calmly, why not give the little boy the first sword he bought himself in his cultivation career.

Although it is broken into several pieces, it can be put together. The hilt of the sword is still made of gold, and it may be able to pawn some money at the pawn shop.

He was just thinking about it, when he heard Chang Wuzi say slowly: "As a teacher, I have decided, and I will start training with Ah Wu tomorrow."

Zhou Lian was taken aback, thinking time flies so fast?That kid is going to be fifteen!

Chang Wuzi: "As a teacher, I observed that he has achieved little success in sword practice in recent years, so I gave him the Xuanying sword as a birthday present. What do you think, Lian'er?"

Zhou Lian suddenly felt that something was blocked in his mind, and he was not very clear, so he blurted out and asked, "How old is Ah Wu?"

Chang Wuzi: "Tomorrow I just turn ten."

Zhou Lian remained silent and pursed his lips.

Changwuzi: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhou Lian looked at him quietly, his eyes turned cold.

Only then did Chang Wuzi seem to realize that something was wrong, and he wanted to cover it up and said: "Lian'er, don't think too much, Master is definitely not partial. In this way, I will give you the spirit sword that you deserve as a teacher tomorrow, how about it?"

not so.

Zhou Lian finally confirmed that he, the wicked master of five elements, came to poke his heart today.

This can easily arouse his desire to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors as an apprentice.

So on Shen Wu's tenth birthday, after dinner, when he was called into Chang Wuzi's study, there were already two swords on the table next to Chang Wuzi.

The sword is not out of its sheath, it is about three feet long, and a red sword tassel is tied to the head of the sword.

Seeing him coming in, Chang Wuzi picked up one of them and said:

"This sword is named Xuanying, and it's a birthday gift prepared for you by Master. Ah Wu, take a look, are you satisfied?"

Shen Wu was stunned, and he didn't reach out to pick it up.

Chang Wuzi urged: "Why don't you pick it up? A Wu doesn't like it?"

Shen Wu frowned slowly, couldn't help suspecting that his master was old and had a bad memory, and asked, "Why did master give me this sword?"

Chang Wuzi looked even more surprised than him: "From today onwards, you will formally practice as a teacher, how can you do without a spiritual weapon?"

Shen Wu didn't want to answer it when he heard it. He saw how Zhou Lian and Chang Wuzi hinted in every possible way. He could understand his senior brother's temperament. Such explicit hints were already the limit for him, but the master couldn't help it. Always pretend to be deaf and dumb.

He was almost like Zhou Lian, thinking that his master was so poor that he couldn't even hold a sword.

But now what is this!

He suppressed his slander and reminded: "Master, I'm only ten years old."

Changwuzi's melancholy eyes showed kindness: "I know this as a teacher, it's a good time to practice."

Without waiting for him to take over, he said again: "My teacher's hands are sore, so hurry up and follow up."

Before the voice finished, he threw it away casually, and Shen Wu had no choice but to extend his hand to continue.

He started to feel a chill, which reminded Shen Wu of the late spring when he stepped into the path of cultivation, when Chang Wuzi took him away, the hand holding him was as cold as a lump of ice.

The scabbard is plain and unpretentious, and it is difficult to hide the sharpness of the sword itself.The three-point sword intent that was only exposed has been sharpened to this point before it has been unsheathed.Xuanying Xuanying really has the meaning of winter's icy coldness.

Shen Wu's mortal body felt unbearable after a while, and was about to put it down, when Chang Wuzi picked up another sword and said:

"This sword is named Zhu Ming. I give it to your senior brother. He is angry with me. Ah Wu will give it to him for me, okay?"

Shen Wu's hand trembled, and for a moment he thought that the master had taken it wrong, and it was actually Zhu Ming who gave it to him, otherwise why would he feel that the sword in his hand suddenly became hot.

He straightened out his thoughts, his senior brother only practiced at the age of 15, and he started at the age of ten; the master gave him the spirit sword that the senior brother could not get sideways on the first day casually.

What would he think if he and Zhou Lian changed places?This can't be explained, the eccentricity is out of the circle!

All kinds of stories of brothers fighting against each other suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, all kinds of stories flashed by, making him dizzy, he even saw double shadows when he looked down at the sword, and almost thought it was a hideous monster.

Chang Wuzi asked with concern: "What's wrong with Ah Wu?"

Shen Wu: "Master, why not..." Take the sword back.

His senior brother was not gentle in nature, and Chang Wuzi still played such a trick of sowing discord, Shen Wu was exhausted physically and mentally.

Chang Wuzi waved his hand: "Come here, I will teach you how to practice as a teacher."

Taoist Changwuzi is the most blind in the world.

On his master's sad face, Shen Wu saw the eagerness to try at the beginning of a good show.

The master and apprentice sat opposite each other.

Shen Wu regained his composure, a little cautious for no reason.After these three years of getting along, the initial impression of Chang Wuzi left in his heart has long been disillusioned.Of course Shen Wu respects and loves him, but Chang Wuzi's behavior style is really hard to make people think of "immortal spirit" and "stable and reliable".

But at this moment, Chang Wuzi's face was pensive, and he still had such a detached style, which immediately reminded Shen Wu of the scene when he first met: wide sleeves fluttering, unfathomable.

Changwuzi murmured: "Awu, do you know what my generation is practicing?"

Shen Wu thought for a while, and said, "Is it true?"

Chang Wuzi smiled: "That's right, it's Tao. Cultivation is for one's own Tao. If there is no Tao, no matter how advanced the cultivation is, it is just a shell filled with the aura of heaven and earth."

Shen Wu: "" What is Tao? "

Chang Wuzi said: "You can't say it."

Shen Wu asked again:

"Then master, what is your way?"

Chang Wuzi was silent for a moment, then said:

"My generation of practitioners only need to concentrate on their own way, and don't need to know what others are practicing."

Shen Wu said: "Yes."

He faintly felt that the master was a little sad, and he was very surprised, but he still put aside the trouble: "What about the senior brother?"

Chang Wuzi smiled: "Your brother is a swordsman, as long as you hold the sword in your hand, that's enough."

Shen Wu looked down at his sword, thoughtfully: "The sword is also a kind of Tao, right?"

Chang Wuzi sighed: "Yes, I wanted your senior brother to think twice, but he said..."

Shen Wu raised his head: "What did you say?"

Said, I don't care which way to go, there are three thousand ways, for me, there is no difference.

Changwuzi avoided answering: "Awu wants to find his own way, and don't be influenced by others."

"Fine." Shen Wu was a little disappointed, "Master thinks that the disciple is not suitable for entering the way of swordsman?"

Chang Wuzi stared at him for a moment, then said softly: "No, Ah Wu's talent in the sword is not inferior to anyone else."

Shen Wu was a little shy by the praise, and kept silent.

Chang Wuzi continued to speak slowly: "As a teacher, I just hope that you can think clearly."

"Yes."

Chang Wuzi laughed: "Why be so cautious, Ah Wu is still young. The road to practice is long and difficult, I just hope you can remember what I said today, so that you don't lose yourself."

Shen Wu seemed to understand, and said dryly: "The disciple will definitely not let Xuanying down."

But Chang Wuzi said: "It's just a sword, if you lose it, you lose it."

Shen Wu was a little confused.

I always feel that Master is contradicting himself.

The author has something to say:

It will be a long time before Wen Buxiang's next appearance, um, about twenty chapters, it will appear in my archives soon