Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

Guiyun was still in shock of facing Ye Feizhe's sword, until the heavy bang of the heavy object falling to the ground woke him up.

It turned out that Ye Fei's sword had dropped.

Wen Guiyun hurriedly went up to ask for warmth: "Young brother is not feeling well, so he can't hold the sword? We are brothers and sisters, what is there to say? You don't have to be brave in front of me, junior brother."

His eyes were hot, like a peerless treasure seeing a peerless treasure.

No wonder……

No wonder even if the younger brother is an ordinary person, he still insists on accepting the younger brother as a closed disciple because the master's eyes are higher than the top.

Wen Guiyun simply didn't know how to describe Ye Feizhe's unexplored talent in the way of swordsmanship. After thinking about it, he was afraid that their Sifangzong would wrong Ye Feizhe, a genius of heaven.

"I am fine."

The moment the sword came out, Ye Feizhe knew where the problem was.

The cultivation base can be retrained, the sword can be remade, and the Dudu Sword Intent is gone, even Ye Feizhe doesn't know what to do.

The sword intent when he drew the sword to Wen Guiyun is no longer the sword intent of the fairy head when he was holding the thousand-year-old worry, nor was it hundreds of years ago when the boy was in Xuanshan, saying that he wanted to practice the best sword in the world, and said that he wanted to cut off the floating thousand-year-old. The sword intent of worrying time.

what have i done

Ye Feizhe thought in confusion.

Before crossing over to this world, before crossing the thunder tribulation, did he do anything?

Otherwise, how could he fail to find his original sword intent?

Ye Fei snapped his fingers——

In other words, the hypocrisy and flattery he has done in this world has long since deviated from his original intention of letting him be injustice in the world and cutting off the worries of a thousand years of life?

That's why he couldn't find his original sword intent, and that's why Chitose Youwei never came here with him.

All have reasonable explanations.

Wen Shuyun's concerned greetings kept ringing in his ears, and Ye Feizhe spared no effort to answer him patiently:

"Brother, don't worry, I just figured out some things."

Ye Feizhe lost interest: "I won't practice swords anymore, I'll practice knives instead. I'm not good at swordsmanship, so it's boring to continue practicing."

The difference is a thousand miles away.

No matter how similar the shape is, it's not the sword intent he wants, the thousand-year-old sorrow he wants.

What's the point of practicing?

Wen Kuiyun's hand that wanted to hold him froze in place.

Sword practice is not good.

Didn't practice well.

not good……

These words lingered in Wen Kuiyun's ears.

Such a talent of the sky, such a perfect way of swordsmanship, such a swordsmanship that he could never hope to achieve in his life.

In the end, Ye Feizhe said that he didn't practice well? ? ?

Wen Kuiyun opened his mouth, and a stream of sweet blood welled up in his throat.

In the end, he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, and left in a daze.

Under the cover of the peaks, the figure is weak, helpless, and at a loss.

……

Li Wanli found that something was very wrong with his master recently.

The sword that should be practiced is not practiced, the apprentice who should be trained is not trained, and everything is dispensable, as if there is nothing to love in life, and all the joy of living has been lost.

Li Wanli couldn't figure it out, so he boldly asked his master: "Dare to ask what happened recently that made the master worry so much? This disciple is not talented, and I would like to try my best to relieve the master's worries."

Wen Shuyun said: "I have no face to practice swords."

He said this sentence flatly, without much emotion.

Also, people who are born without love will not have emotional ups and downs.

Li Wanli was shocked: "Who dares to insult Master? Could it be that he doesn't care about the face of our Sifang Sect? Master, don't worry, this disciple will report to Master!"

Wen Kuiyun shook his head: "No."

"It's just that after comparing with your uncle, I have no face to practice sword."

"...Here, Master Uncle is Master Ye Feizhe Ye?"

"Yes."

"..."

After Wen Huiyun, Li Wanli also walked away in a daze, staggering and tripping himself when he went out.

It can be seen that the shock was great.

He didn't even look at the road when he went out, he pulled a familiar disciple and cried directly: "I have no face to practice swords."

The disciple was startled: "Senior brother Li is the best in my generation. Senior brother has no face to practice swords. How do we let mediocre people with mediocre talents deal with themselves?"

Li Wanli was wrapped in a gloomy cloud, and sighed darkly: "How can my firefly brilliance be comparable to my master's? My master is willing to bow down to my master's uncle and practice swords without a face, how can I practice swords?" How about going down?"

The disciple's voice was trembling, and he could hardly utter a complete word: "That uncle of the senior and senior brother, but the newly recruited younger brother and disciple who is in charge of the sect?"

Li Wanli nodded heavily and sadly.

The disciple became the third person to leave in a daze, slipping on foot.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

With the release of Wuyan Lianjian, one spread to ten, ten to a hundred, and it successfully spread throughout the four sects.

With his own power, Ye Feizhe has become the person who makes the whole sect stand in awe and practice sword without face.

Everyone inside the Sifang Sect couldn't avoid him, but people outside the Sect didn't know much about him.

For example, in Sifang City, the main city of Sifang Sect, Bu Qichuan paced anxiously in front of the restaurant: "What's going on in Sifang City? Even if the head of Sifang Sect accepts disciples this time, the number of visitors has increased sharply, and now it's not the day to accept disciples. Can't a table be vacated for me?"

No wonder Ayukikawa is irritable.

As the direct disciple of the head of the Eight Desolation Sect, he has always been coaxed and coaxed by others. Ordinary Huashen would give way to him when they met him. How could he have the experience of being rejected?

The attendant beside him said tremblingly: "Young master, this seems to be related to the new disciple recruited by the head of Sifang Sect?"

"Oh?"

As soon as Ye Feizhe was mentioned, Bu Qichuan became interested, "Let's hear it?"

Both he and Ye Feizhe are direct disciples of the master of the same sect. They are young, but their seniority is rare.Bu Qichuan is conceited that he is extremely talented, and he is alone in his peers. Now that Ye Feizhe has appeared, how can he not be interested?

Bu Qichuan made a special trip to Sifang Sect this time to meet Ye Feizhe.

The attendant came truthfully: "I have good friends with the Sifang Sect disciples. I heard from them that the actual head of the Sifang Sect, the sect master's first apprentice Wen Zhenren, was defeated by his junior in the sword fight a few days ago. Yan Lianjian. His apprentice Li Wanli was deeply shocked by his master, and he also said that he had no Yan Lianjian."

The following logic is very simple.

"Compared to the real people of Wen's generation who think their swordsmanship is not as good as Wen's, and Wen's practiced swords without face, they naturally practiced without face. Compared with Li Wanli's generation who thought their swordsmanship was not as good as Li Wanli, Li Wanli practiced sword without face, they Also shameless."

Being surrounded by him, Bu Qichuan almost didn't know the word Wuyan.

The attendant said: "Therefore, there are not only visitors gathered in the Sifang City restaurant, but also many Sifang sect disciples who are faceless and practicing swords. Naturally, it is more difficult to find a seat."

As if to echo his words, the Sifang Sect disciple upstairs shouted loudly:

"What kind of sword do you practice? Anyway, you are practicing swords without face. Even an expert like Master Wen is deeply affected. What do you and I expect? Why don't you drink!"

Bu Qichuan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

It was rare for him to hesitate: "Then I...do I want to fold the battle invitation for Ye Fei?"

I am very afraid of being beaten into a dog.

If you don't, you're afraid of being ridiculed for coddling soft goods.

Life is really difficult.

Practicing swords is really shameless.

It's better to drink.

Among thousands of howling, thousands of self-defeating, and thousands of seeking pleasure in time, only one person went upstream without fear:

"Sifang Sect really no longer recruits new disciples?"

"It's not that we don't want to recruit, it's just that Sifangzong has a rule for recruiting new ones every time we open the mountain gate, and the time has not come yet."

The receiving disciple answered patiently.

The young man he was in charge of receiving was dumped by his inner disciple Li Wanli, so the disciple dared not take it lightly.

What's more, he has received many people, and he has seen all kinds of people, so he always has a more sensitive eye when looking at people.

Although the young man in front of him seemed ordinary except for his good looks, his demeanor was really impressive. When he glanced at him, the disciple shivered all over, as if he had returned to the sect grand ceremony and glanced at the master from afar.

Therefore, the disciple added very considerately: "Of course, outside the rules, human beings can be accommodated. If fellow Taoists really hope, there is no way out."

"Two days will be the day when my sect lord officially accepts disciples from the closed sect. If fellow daoists are confident that they can beat that suzerain to close the sect, it will be a breeze to join the sect."

He carefully observed Chu You's expression: "So, fellow daoist, do you want to make a challenge?"

Chu You said, "Then let's go."