My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

"Everyone in the world knows the sword, and the soul, the soul, and the soul that bred the sword is the fairy in the sword. It is the sword."

"However, there are hundreds of billions of swords in the world, and swords that can be awakened by swords know nothing. Most of Gein's unknown swords are not valued by people. If people do not raise swords, how can swords give birth to swords?"

Young men in plain shirts with scars on their faces are sitting on the ground, and the night winds rush through the peaks, and their hair is flying.

He held an unusually long sword in his hand, "And the disciples are sincere to the sword, willing to listen to the sound of the sword of the world, and willing to live with the sword of the world. One day, I will be the sword, and the sword will be me."

Jing Yue woke up from the memories, he opened the window of his dormitory, and looked at the cold moonlight, perhaps today's knowledge of sword, suddenly remembered what the two disciples had forgotten to say to him ten thousand years ago.

At that time, everyone in Han Yunzong knew that Yi forget is a sword idiot, but unfortunately, today, the sword is still there, but people are gone ...

Instead, he thought of the Cang Lan sword that was destroyed by the sky in his previous life. The sword is alive. He and Cang Lan had long been connected to each other, and the gods were linked. But now people are still there, but the sword is gone ...

"Ugh……"

Jing Yue sighed and melted into the night.

The morning light was faint on the next day, and Jingyue people had arrived at the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

At this time, the door of Jiange was actually open. He slightly stunned and swept subconsciously with God's consciousness, but found no one in Jiange.

Jing Yue walked in confusion, and when he passed beside him, he could feel the joy of the sword.

He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the sword box that had been killed, and suddenly someone said: "The swordsman's sister was killed by Liu Fu's enemies, and the other man slaughtered Liu Fu's door. He arrived late."

"Later, he spent thirteen years refining an assassination sword. As the name implies, he killed a total of one hundred and seventy-eight of the enemy's family. Even the babies in the family did not let go. The swordsman's means were so cruel, Considered as a demon by Jianghu Zhengdao, trying to unite to destroy him, or trying to **** his assassin sword. "

"Unfortunately, the swordsman has since disappeared, and this sword has no idea why it flowed into our own realm."

Qin Yanzhi's expression was solemn and devout: "This sword is a mortal sword, but it is more than mortal power, it shows the ability of the sword-maker."

Jing Yue saw his attitude, and was quite shaken in his heart, and said, "So it is."

Qin Yanzhi glanced at him slowly, and stroked the sword box of slaughter, and said, "It likes you."

Having said this, he left the sword court.

It wasn't until Qin Yanzhi's back fell into the morning light that Jing Yue returned to God and immediately took out the assassination. The sword trembled slightly, conveying the joy, making him smile.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and his scalp was instantly numb!

——Qin Yanzhi was clearly in the sword court just now, but his consciousness was missing? This is impossible!

Unless ... unless the breath of Qin Yanzhi has been integrated with the sword, he is a sword, and the sword is him!

Jingyue calmed down for a long time. After 10,000 years, he was fortunate enough to see such an amazing sword repair. If he forgets, he will be able to acquaint himself with Qin Yanzhi!

unfortunately……

Jing Yue shook her head, put down the slaughter, and picked up a sword on the second floor of the shelf.

Once a method is found, it is only a matter of time before knowing the sword.

On this day, Jing Yue got to know two swords again, plus three kills. It seems to be very slow. The target of more than 30,000 swords in a year seems remote, but Jing Yue can feel that he is closer to the sword, and he can confirm that the whole spirit makes it easier for him to communicate with the sword.

In previous lives, he was no different from ordinary people, disdain the sword of the nameless, thinking that if he has the sword of the Supreme Master, he should match the sword of Supreme Master. Now thinking about it, he really has ordinary talents on the kendo. Even if he lives a few thousand years, he is not as thorough as his juniors.

He was glad he came to Jiutian Academy, he was glad to have chosen Kendo, and he was glad to have met Qin Yanzhi.

Jing Yue is looking forward to it, how much will he get when he knows all the Tibetan swords in Jiange one year later?

In the evening, he returned to his dormitory, and Lan Feng, who had been outside for two days, also returned. I saw it fell down, its footsteps were floating, its mouth screamed from time to time, and its expression was intoxicated.

If it weren't for its young, Jing Yue really wondered which good chicken it had just bullied.

"Which son of this pretty boy is he? Oh ~"

A lingering spirit of wine made Jing Yue extremely skeptical. Did he really not bully Liangjiaji? But soon he knew that what Lan Feng did would only be bolder!

"Ajing! The big news !!!" Meng Shan rushed in like a gust of wind. "The five real-life wines were stolen by a blue-haired chick, and the chicken teased Shanchang again by drunkenness!"

Jing Yue :? ? ? !! !!

Meng Shan glanced at Lan Feng intricately, "... is it?"

Jing Yue Zhengyi suddenly said: "No!"

Lan Feng: "Hey ~~~"

"..."

Jing Yue: "Oh, first of all, what's going on? Blue, that blue chicken, how to make fun of Qin Zhenjun?"

Meng Shan: "Have you heard of it, the five real people who teach us the Dharma have a treasure gourd that never leaves. The gourd is engraved with matrix formations, which can absorb outside moisture automatically, and brew fine wine in the pot. A real person will come with a pot every day. Today, as soon as he took out the gourd, he heard a student seeking out. As soon as he came back, the gourd on the table had fallen, and half a drop of wine remained in the pot, but he didn't even see his personal image. . "

Jing Yue: "How do you know it is a little blue chicken?"

Meng Shan carefully looked at Jingyue. "Later, later, Shan Chang walked on the road, and from nowhere, a little blue chicken flew out, with a glass of wine, a paw ripped Shan Long's chest placket."

Jing Yue took a sip of air-conditioner and thought for a while and said, "It can't be 叽叽, it can't be near Qin Zhenjun's body."

Meng Shan: "Well, it wasn't close at the moment, but Captain Shan was stunned at that time and didn't make a shot, then ... I think he might see that chicken as your pet ..."

After all, Han Yunzong's ancestors kept a rare little blue chicken, and Jiutian Academy had already spread.

Jing Yue was speechless for a moment, as long as he imagined the picture a little, and then thought about Qin Yanzhi's cold face, he would explode in place!

Early the next morning, Lan Feng woke up from her dream and just wanted to fly outside to take a breath of heaven and earth, and by the way sang a song, she found herself locked by an iron chain.

Lan Feng: Hey?

"Well, this broken chain also wants to entangle Ben Feng?"

Lan Feng raised his claws disdainfully, and just about to break free, listening to its scene suddenly said: "If you dare to break free, I will pack you back to Han Yunzong and let Yiye play with you."

Lan Feng's eyes widened in horror, and the original bean eyes became ... still bean eyes, the liver and intestines broke off: "Jing Jing, why do you treat me like this!"

Jing Yue looked at Lan Feng silently, echoing every scene yesterday. He never thought that Lan Feng's drunkenness was not only bold, but also more powerful. No wonder he could tear Qin Yanzhi's clothes!

Meng Shan scratched his paws several times, and left with a grudge in the morning. And what about him? Lan Feng did not scratch him, but he struggled to catch Lan Feng, and he was afraid that the spell would really hurt it, so that he almost ruined his bedroom!

After a long time, he asked, "Is the wine of five real people delicious?"

Lan Feng's head flashed a few moments in his head, and he tilted his head guilty, pretending to know: "You, what do you mean?"

Jing Yue: "... amnesia, right? OK, think again."

He took the Xiao Canglan sword and went out, before turning out, he turned back and said, "Don't let me find you unlocked, otherwise ... you know."

Lan Feng: "..." I don't understand! !!

"Is the feed mainly related to my swollen house?", "What kind of experience is it to be imprisoned by the owner?", "My owner is blackened!" "Does the waxed oil drip really cool?"

For a moment, the heartbroken heart fell into meditation.

The author has something to say: small theater

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Rouge: My pet is also very forgiving ...

Jingjing (pretending not to hear): I'm so guts!

Lan Feng: Hey ~