If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The night was dark and foggy, and the mess that seemed to be left after the battle remained around.

Hearing Cheng Siqi's words, Insatiable paused slightly, lowered his head slightly, rubbed the end of Cheng Siqi's hair with the tip of his nose, as if sniffing something, then waved his hand casually across Cheng Siqi's body, and laughed: "Raise your hand!" I don’t even bother to use the dust cleaning technique, who is used to it?”

"We can't use mana frequently when we go out of the body, we have to realize the pure way of the world."

Cheng Siqi spoke uprightly.

The cassock on his body shook slightly, clean as new, but the entangled breath still seemed to penetrate into the tip of his nose, scalding his heart, making him unable to drive away the images in his mind.

The roots of his ears were slightly red, and he secretly glanced at the prayer beads hanging on his neck, Cheng Siqi gave a dry cough.

"How did you get to..."

Before the question could be fully uttered, An Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground healing his wounds, suddenly let out a muffled snort, and his breath suddenly changed.

The long sword lying across his knee clanged and rang out, and a stream of sword energy shot up into the sky.

This sword energy is bright and clear, like a long rainbow, gradually gathering together from messy and scattered, as if a giant hammer is hammering it, becoming sharp and solid, giving birth to a unique swordsmanship.

"Sword epiphany?"

Wu Yan closed his eyes to feel the breath of swordsmanship, and frowned slightly.

"The sword energy is soaring, it seems that this disciple of Wanfamen has entered the way of swordsmanship, and he is very talented in this journey." Cheng Siqi nodded.

At this time, a group of disciples from Wanfamen who came out to look for someone finally followed up.

The moment they saw this sword energy, everyone was taken aback for a moment, their gaze suddenly became helpless and complicated, and they quietly turned to An Ye who closed his eyes and focused on concentrating on the sword energy.

"Junior Brother An has entered the way of the sword, and has also condensed the sword energy, I'm afraid..."

A disciple said something in a low voice, then lowered his head in frustration and shook his head.

Fu Ling shook her head and said: "No. Brother An will definitely not leave Wanfamen... He is timid, and he is still waiting for me to introduce him a good Taoist partner with a gentle temperament. How could he join those sword cultivators and go shopping with others? Fighting, if you don't go crazy, you can't survive?"

"No." Fu Ling looked firmly at An Ye, who was enveloped by the swirling sword energy.

The disciples were whispering on one side, while Meng Dongya hastily stepped forward on the other side.In the middle of the night, disturbing the rest of the two seniors and going out to look for disciples, it is true that they are only causing trouble.

"Thank you two seniors for helping to find Junior Brother An. I am very grateful."

Meng Dongya saluted respectfully and opened his mouth, but he glanced around hesitantly, lowered his eyes and said, "Seniors, here...but there is only Junior Brother An? The junior guard at night said that he seemed to see Junior Brother Wang came out too."

The beads slipped lightly between his fingers, and Wu Yan tilted his head: "There was a big battle here not long ago. There is another disciple of Wanfamen, but it has disappeared, so I can't detect it."

Meng Dongya's complexion changed, and his calm expression lost his composure.

Unexpectedly, when he led the team this time, he actually lost a disciple.Unable to detect, even the power of transforming gods cannot detect, so besides disappearing in the gray mist, or encountering doom, will there be other situations?No matter which one of them, there are ten deaths and no life.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, and bowed to Wuyan and Cheng Siqi again.

The dazzling sword light covered hundreds of miles, and after a cup of tea, it finally subsided slowly.

The sword energy around him disappeared without a trace. Anye opened his eyes, and his aura seemed to have changed a little. There was a ray of brilliance in his always timid eyes. He stood up holding the sword, without even looking at the disciples of Wanfamen , bowed down to Cheng Siqi first.

"Junior An Ye, begging for the sword wholeheartedly, begging Senior Cheng to accept me as an apprentice!"

The faces of Wanfamen's disciples were downcast as expected, and Fuling's expression of joy froze on her face, and she looked at Anye silently.

"The rules of our Wanfamen are here, and we have a better future, so there is no reason to stop him."

Meng Dongya transmitted the sound to Fu Ling, and he didn't know what kind of feeling came to him.

Wan Famen teaches disciples of all kinds of methods, and they can be all-inclusive when they practice the exercises of Wanfamen.But once you choose one of the ways to enter, you can't be regarded as a true disciple of Wanfamen.Wanfamen will not control this kind of disciples too much, but let them go or stay.

This may be the reason why Wanfamen has been ranked at the bottom of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, but it has not declined for tens of thousands of years.

"You want to worship me as your teacher?"

Cheng Siqi glanced in surprise at the skinny young man kneeling in front of him with a big salute, his eyes darkened, and he was about to say something, but a voice transmission suddenly sounded in his mind.

"There is something wrong with this disciple. Let's accept him as a disciple." Wuyan said via voice transmission.

Cheng Siqi shuddered, a little confused, so: "Why do you have to accept him if there is a problem? Can you see... is there any problem with him?"

Eyebrows are still, but the insatiable voice transmission seems to have a treacherous smile: "I can't see the problem with him, but there is something wrong with this tomb. Don't forget, I came out of here not long ago."

"Tianyin Temple is different from the other seven immortal sects. After closing the mountain gate, Tianyin Temple will be hidden in the void, and outsiders cannot find it. The monks on the mountain, even the Mahayana Supreme, cannot go down the mountain. Beginning disciples can go up and down the mountain at will. It's so weird that it's hard to describe it in one word."

"When I went down the mountain, I followed the path pointed by the old bald man, and after digging for a long time, I found a passage leading to nothingness."

"This passage not only connects this place, but also extends in all directions, like tree roots, connecting countless regions in the entire spiritual world. The other end of the passage is full of gray mist, which I can feel after I come out. But right now, those passages The fog inside has all disappeared.”

"And the missing disciple surnamed Wang is a swordsman, right?"

Insatiable's sound transmission slowly reverberated in Cheng Siqi's sea of ​​consciousness. He blinked, couldn't help touching Insatiable's hand, and replied, "So, he has something to do with calamity?"

The palm was hooked open by fingers like warm jade, and it was pressed against it warmly. The other hand, which was twirling the Buddhist beads tirelessly, paused, slightly lowered its head, wrapped the Buddhist beads in its hand around Cheng Siqi's wrist, and deliberately spoke out. Said: "He has some talents in learning swords, why not take a registered disciple first."

"Take in disciples to worry about Xuanjianzong, so that you can concentrate on transforming spirits."

The cool Buddhist beads were wrapped twice and clasped around the well-shaped wrist.

There are two blood-like beads densely covered in Sanskrit, which set off Cheng Siqi's thin white wrists, showing a thrilling and gorgeous edge.

Tired of not seeing, he stroked slowly twice.

Cheng Siqi trembled slightly from being touched, and when he glanced at the Buddhist bead, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

Just thinking about it, a trembling voice suddenly came from the side: "Master, Master...I, can I call you that?"

After enduring it for a long time, An Ye, who felt the silence around him, finally opened his mouth unbearably.

Why don't you just touch your hand?As for touching for so long? !

The insatiable voice transmission came at the same time: "If he has something to do with the calamity, there must be a conspiracy to worship you as a teacher. It is nothing more than the robbery. Our robbers are all on the surface, but their calamity is unpredictable Why don't you take this opportunity to grab one and study it."

As he spoke, he laughed, "Father-in-law will definitely like it."

Hearing the words "father-in-law", Cheng Siqi's face immediately turned serious, and with one hand behind his back in a masterful manner, he looked at An Ye's face several times with his sizing eyes, and said with a nod: "The talent is barely enough. I will be a registered disciple first. Let’s see how you practice.”

"Yes, Master!"

An Ye looked grateful, and kowtowed a few more times, his head hurt from watching it endlessly.

"Well, let's use this sword first."

Finding a magic weapon engraved with the imprint of the hidden spiritual consciousness from the storage bag, Cheng Siqi handed it to An Ye, and encouraged him, "Sword cultivators should go forward without fear of any hardships and dangers, and sharpen their swords on the line of life and death. You cowardly Personality, you have to change it."

"Okay, get up, and follow me back to Xuanjianzong later."

An Ye couldn't help taking the long sword, and thanked him repeatedly, as if he was a well-behaved and good apprentice. He didn't even know that he had been guessed by Wu Yan a long time ago.

The two playwrights acted out a scene of a master-student relationship, but it hurt all the disciples of Wanfamen.

Although there was nothing wrong with going their separate ways for the sake of cultivation, after An Ye condensed his sword energy, he didn't even give them a single glance to these former fellow disciples.Compared with the usual kind, grateful and joyful appearance, it is really chilling.

Someone whispered: "Do you think Brother Wang Pei is..."

"The two seniors didn't say anything, so where would it be your turn?" Fu Ling choked, but her face was not pretty.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your former brothers and sisters?"

Wuyan suddenly said beside him.

An Ye was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously glanced at Wanfamen, but before all his gaze had moved away, he quickly retracted it, lowered his head and said, "No need, senior."

He smiled tirelessly and said nothing more.

The group fell silent for a while, and even the whispers disappeared.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and after leaving the tomb, the elder Yuan Ying from Wan Famen rushed over.

The elder was startled when he saw Wuyan, covered his heart and patted it for a long time, then smiled dryly and exchanged greetings with the two of them, then rolled a group of disciples away like burning their buttocks.

For An Ye's switch to Xuanjianzong, these elders had seen too much, so they took it easy and didn't even bother to dissuade him.

After seeing off a group of juniors, Cheng Siqi took out a flying boat, and Wu Yan flew on top of him, and stopped An Ye who was following with a flick of his sleeves.

"Sword cultivation practice has gone through hardships."

Cheng Siqi said solemnly, "It's not far from here to Xuanjianzong, so you can go there on your own. Whether you encounter calamity, monsters, or criminals along the way, you can kill them all with one sword. I will see you again with this sword." , must be stained with blood."

"But Master, it takes two months to fly here to the Xuanjianzong Gold Core..."

An Ye was stunned, and opened his mouth. Before he could finish speaking, Fei Zhou flicked his tail neatly and left through the air.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

An Ye looked at the spot of light in the distance, and then at the sword in his hand, with a look of confusion in his eyes: "...Why on earth did I choose the iron lump of the sword master?"

The morning sun breaks through the fog.

The elegant and exquisite flying boat shuttles quickly in the air, and the billowing clouds and waves are all scattered in the fingers.

Thousands of rays of light rise from the east, and the purple air boils, condensing into the appearance of ancient auspicious beasts in the distance, galloping across the clouds, the scene is magnificent.

Ever since the calamity appeared, the teleportation has become somewhat uncontrollable, and the flying magic weapon has become popular again. Along the way, several streamers of light can be seen from afar.

Cheng Siqi's flying boat was extremely fast, powered tirelessly by the magic power of transforming gods, and in just a few hours, it crossed half of the continent, and saw the mountain gate of Xuanjianzong from afar.

The location of Xuanjianzong is not so much a mountain range, but a sword mound.

The dangerous sword-shaped peaks are inserted deep into the ground, like sharp swords with green and rusty handles.

The majestic clouds wandered among the forested sword peaks, and from time to time there would be sword lights piercing the sky, sharp and menacing.

Numerous sword-shaped dangerous peaks surround a real giant sword in the center that goes straight into the clouds. The giant sword contains brilliance and seems to be wielded by a sword shadow. It is the treasure of Xuanjianzong.

"arrive."

As they got closer, the soaring sword intent on the giant sword became even fiercer.Xuanjianzong does not have a large formation to protect the mountain, and the sword cultivators of the past are the best guardians of Xuanjianzong.

It's just that among these sword cultivators, there are occasional disappointments.

Wuzhi pulled up Cheng Siqi's cassock from his waist, covered his shoulders, slowly took a breath, and laughed hoarsely, "How old are you, young master, are you not ashamed to be naked? Get up and put on, arrive."

The arm hooked around the neck moved, and the corners of his lips became wet.

Wuyan really wanted to swallow the person who could not be eaten in one gulp, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly, and while slowly kissing back, he put his arm around Cheng Siqi's waist, picked him up, and waved his hand to put him on. The cassock, fasten the belt, and stand up with it.

"Tell me, is there an out-of-body period... What kind of death is it?"

Cheng Siqi backed away a little bit, regretfully looking at Wuyan's lips, and said suddenly.

Insatiable raised his hand to straighten the monk's robe and cassock. Hearing this, he laughed, and pinched the back of Cheng Siqi's neck, "Hold on. Otherwise, the Young Sect Master must be the first."

"The bald donkey mistook me."

Cheng Siqi sighed, and then raised his head in the same posture, "Kiss again for a while, we haven't arrived yet..."

"Young Sect Master?"

A surprise shout suddenly came from outside the flying boat, interrupting Cheng Siqi's voice.

Cheng Siqi's eyes sharpened, and the sword intent flew out of his body in an instant.

But before he had time to fly out of the flying boat to harm his fellow disciples, Wu Yan quickly kissed him and forced him down.

"The out-of-body sword cultivator is the Tibetan front. If you move the sword indiscriminately, I will hit you at night." Wuyan said in a low voice.

Cheng Siqi touched the corner of his lips: "Where do you use it?"

Deeply aware of the power of Jiqing Kendo's estrus, he never wanted to talk to Cheng Siqi again, struggled from the edge of being stuck to death, and swept out of the flying boat with his spiritual sense.

A Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator with a strange snake sword on his back stopped not far away, as if he had just come back from the outside, looking at Feizhou with joy.

"The poor monk Tianyin Temple is not tired, come to pay homage..."

Before Wuyan finished speaking, he saw the sword cultivator froze for a moment when he heard the sound, and then his eyes lit up.He seemed to be very excited, his whole body was trembling with excitement, and when he turned around, he yelled towards a group of sword peaks.

"Brothers, the young suzerain's bald donkey is here! They all come out to pick up the guests——!"

This voice roared like clouds and mist, and the end sound reverberated for a long time.

Wuyan paused in his steps, and suddenly felt that it was not a wise move for him to come to Xuanjianzong.

The author has something to say: All sword cultivators: Come on, sir!

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I worked overtime all night a few days ago, I was really busy _(:з」∠)_ I will take a break next time, I will try my best to update! (flag don't fall