Chapter 3342: The Sword Immortal’s disciple, drinking and cursing

The sky is blue and vast, the clouds are white, and the ages pass by with the wind.

A high wall, towering into the clouds, stands eternally between heaven and earth, connecting the wild world and the vast world again. It is called the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

South of the high wall, there is a desolate and brutal world. Billions of monsters live in this world. Their survival is difficult, their spiritual resources are scarce, their resources are poor, and it is difficult to practice. In order to obtain a better living environment, they have always hoped to be able to cultivate. After crossing this high wall, we entered the vibrant and spiritual world to the north of the high wall.

To the north of the high wall is a city without walls, with not a single brick outside the city. Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators, isolated from the world, have lived here for generations. Except for a very few people who can go to Daoxuan Mountain, almost all of them abide by the ancestral precepts and have never gone to that vast world in their lives.

Sword cultivators live and die here. They feel proud to die outside the Great Sword Qi Wall and are ashamed to die in old age inside the Great Sword Qi Wall.

Some things here are different from the vast world outside, but some things are still inevitably similar. For example, this wallless city without a name also has some deep-rooted big families, but unlike the big families outside, it needs to be treated with sincerity. What descendants say about being prepared for danger in times of peace is completely unnecessary here, because no matter how big the family is, even the legitimate son, or even the legitimate son of a single seedling, needs to take on the responsibility of delivering the sword at the age of twelve, sixteen at the latest. Go to the top of the city and draw your sword to the south. You need to leave the top of the city when you are thirty at the latest and go to the south to kill the monsters.

Here, almost all women hope to marry a man whose sword skills are better than theirs. If the man dies in battle, she will follow, followed by their children. No popular frontier poem in the world can compare with the war here. Even if outsiders express tragic feelings, they will sneer at it. What's so great about this kind of thing?

In this city to the north of the Sword Qi Great Wall, there are small bridges and flowing water, deep courtyards, high-gate mansions, stone lions sitting in command, high-rise buildings with raised eaves, numerous sword shops, and simple huts where grandparents and grandchildren live together.

A young man of twelve or thirteen years old, with an average appearance, was wearing a linen garment with a few patches and dense stitching. It looked like it was made by a clever and ingenious person. There was a handle on the young man's waist. The green bamboo sword has some exquisite patterns on it.

The young man was light on his feet and high-spirited. Although his appearance was calm, he had a pair of bright eyes, which were clear and distinct in black and white. He walked hurriedly in the alley, with a somewhat anxious look on his face, and arrived in front of a high-ranking mansion.

There are two stone lions standing guard outside the gate of the mansion. They are one foot and three feet high. They are ferocious and powerful, and their evil aura is astonishing. They are intimidating and make people tremble in their liver and gallbladder. They are enough to scare away the timid people. There is a plaque hanging above the gate of the mansion, with the two characters Ningfu written on it. Each stroke is strong and powerful, and there is a faint aura of sharpness, which makes people feel awe.

The young man was familiar with the road and entered from the side door next to the gate. He had never admired the scenery in the mansion. He turned left and right and soon came to a martial arts training ground. Two gods and their spouses were standing here. Behind them was a little boy about ten years old. Girl, she has a pair of big eyes, long and slightly raised eyebrows, a slender and petite figure, and a sharp sword slung around her waist. There is a faint cold air leaking out, which is eye-catching.

"Master, Master, I'm late!"

An awkward smile appeared on the young man's face. He raised his hands and said to the immortal couple, complaining secretly in his heart. He was tired, sleepy and lazy. Spring was late, so it was best to sleep in, but the master asked him to sleep in at sunrise every day. He was about to start sword practice, which was really life-threatening and made him very uncomfortable.

"Humph, you kid is sleeping in again, what time of the year is it!"

Ning Heng Yingwu's face showed a bit of dissatisfaction, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, he glared at the young man and scolded.

Ning Heng knew his apprentice very well. He was naturally intelligent, but could not endure hardships. He had a lazy personality, loved to sleep and play, and often delayed his sword practice because of oversleeping. He refused to change despite repeated teachings.

The boy's parents were sword cultivators on the Great Sword Qi Wall and died on the wall. Ning Heng and his parents were comrades in arms with Pao Ze, so they took the boy as a disciple and taught him the way of swordsmanship, hoping that he could become a swordsman and kill demons. Clan, guarding the vast world.

"Okay, Jue'er is already here, please stop talking!"

Yao Ying smiled and stopped her husband who wanted to continue admonishing her. A warm smile appeared on her pretty face and she warned the young man.

"Jue'er, you can't be so slack all the time. Yao'er has already entered the Liujin realm. If you don't work hard, you will be surpassed by her in the future. Let's see if you are embarrassed!"

When the petite girl heard what her mother said, a bright smile appeared on her face. Her big eyes seemed to be able to speak. She looked at the boy opposite and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Zhou Jue, if my cultivation exceeds yours in the future, you will have to change your name to Senior Sister!"

The little girl's smile was as bright as a flower, and her voice was melodious and melodious, like a lark, teasing her tired senior brother.

Zhou Jue was not in a hurry after hearing this. He chuckled, shook his head and said to Ning Yao.

"Junior sister, this is impossible, you are still far away!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, 365 acupoints all over his body opened, like 365 caves and heavens, absorbing and devouring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. A powerful momentum spread, and a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing all over the sky. of dust.

"The middle fifth realm, the cave mansion realm, Jue'er, you have broken through the sixth realm!"

In the realm of cultivation in this world, Qi practitioners and sword cultivators have the lower five realms, the middle fifth realm and the upper five realms, a total of fifteen realms, while martial arts practitioners are divided into three realms of body refining, three qi refining realms, and three spirit refining realms. As well as the Ending Realm, the Martial God Realm, there are eleven realms in total.

Liujin realm is the third realm of the lower five realms, focusing on muscle training. Because the monk surnamed Liu could directly enter the upper five realms just by practicing Jinjin, which was unprecedented, so this realm was named after Liujin; and because many monks stayed in this realm for a long time and were unable to break through the bottleneck, so this realm was also named, Liu Ren realm.

The Cave Mansion Realm is the first of the five middle realms. There are 365 acupoints in the human body, which are like 365 cave heavens and blessed places. In this realm, the apertures of various apertures are wide open, and spiritual energy can be absorbed from the heaven and earth.

The girl Ning Yao opened her eyes wide and looked at the young man Zhou Jue in the strong wind. Her face suddenly became wrinkled and she said unconvinced.

"It's nothing special in the cave realm. I will catch up with you soon!"

When Ning Heng saw this, a satisfied smile appeared on his serious face. Although this apprentice was lazy, he was extremely talented. He spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. He had already entered the middle five realms at a young age. On the Great Wall of Sword Qi Among the younger generation, he is already considered a leader.

"Now that you have entered the Cave Mansion Realm, you can step onto the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall and deliver swords to the southern demon clan!"

Ning Heng's face showed a solemn look, and his sharp and deep eyes looked at the high wall in the south. It was like a natural moat blocking the invasion of the demon clan. The city wall was scarred and mottled, and the wall even showed a dark red color. It was dyed red by the blood of the demon clan and sword cultivators, and a tragic and tragic aura filled the surroundings.

The playful look on Zhou Jue's face disappeared, and he looked at the Great Sword Qi Wall with a solemn expression. A cold light flashed across his face. His parents died on the Sword Qi Great Wall in this life. As a son, he naturally has to do it for him. His revenge is at odds with the demon clan.

"Master, don't worry, the sword in my hand has been waiting for its opening for a long time!"

Zhou Jue slapped the bamboo sword hanging on his waist with his palm, and an astonishing murderous intent overflowed from the sword's edge. The sharp edge made the girl's hair stand on end. Unable to withstand such sharpness, she couldn't help but take a step back.

Ning Yao frowned slightly, stared at the seemingly simple bamboo sword with his big eyes, and asked with some confusion.

"Brother, why don't you change your sword!"

"Top-class swords are rare, and they are even rarer to find in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I don't like ordinary swords, so they are not as easy to use as my bamboo sword."

Zhou Jue clenched the hilt of the bamboo sword with five fingers, showed a bit of a wry smile, and explained to his junior sister Ning Yao. The young man looked at the fairy swords on the waists of Ning Heng and Yao Ying, Dogwood and Youhuang. These two swords were fairy weapons, second only to the four great fairy swords. They were the top swords in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, with unparalleled sharpness. , is famous for having killed eleven great monsters in the five realms.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi gathers the most famous sword immortals in the world. The largest number of sword immortals are doing the most dangerous feats in the world, but what they lack most is swords.

The battles on the Sword Qi Great Wall were too frequent and extremely tragic. Many of the peerless magic weapons carried by outside sword cultivators, famous swords that were qualified to be among the forefront of a continent's magical weapons, were broken. The sword's body was broken, the sword's intention was shattered, and the sword master fell. There were countless casualties, so it was very difficult for sword cultivators here to have a good sword.

Moreover, there are a considerable number of sword cultivators among the demon clan, who like to collect and loot the remains of famous swords. Going back and forth, the Sword Qi Great Wall needs a large number of swords to resist the sword cultivators of the demon clan, and even needs to constantly buy swords and ask for swords from the outside world through Daixuan Mountain. . Merchants gathered outside the upside down mountain, sitting on the ground raising prices, waiting for the price to sell, and countless people became rich as a result.

"Jue'er, don't worry. When your cultivation reaches a high level in the future, you can go to Haoran World to practice and find your own sword!"

Yao Ying noticed Zhou Jue's gaze and persuaded her with a smile. She and her husband got their swords only after they were promoted to the fifth realm, so there was no need to rush the matter of the swords.

"I understand, Master Wife!"

Zhou Jue withdrew his gaze, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Now Zhuyu and Youhuang are quite famous among sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but in the future they will be regarded as a shame, and countless people will spit on their imitations.

Ning Heng looked at Zhou Jue seriously, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"You have been promoted to the fifth realm and can send swords to the demon clan. Let me try your true skills today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Heng straightened his body and exuded an astonishing edge, pressing towards Zhou Jue. As a sword cultivator, he has a straightforward character. He would rather bend than bend. He always does what comes to his mind and does not give Zhou Jue any time to prepare. This This is the style of Jianxiu Great Wall.

Zhou Jue seemed to have expected it. He stepped forward like a fish swimming in the huge waves. He was agile and agile. He dodged left and right, advanced forward and backward, and approached Ning Heng. A flash of green light flashed across his waist. The bamboo sword slashed at Ning Heng's neck, ruthlessly and without mercy.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Ning Heng's eyes. He struck decisively and moved forward indomitably. This is the style of a swordsman. He slowly raised his right hand, his index finger and middle finger together, using his fingers as a sword, and the sword energy breathed out at his fingertips. Uncertainly, he stabbed the tip of the bamboo sword.

Zhou Jue's cultivation realm is only the Cave Mansion Realm, which is very different from the Great Sword Immortal of the Thirteenth Realm. Naturally, he would not choose to fight head-on. He turned his wrist slightly and stepped sideways, leaving clear footprints on the ground. His waist twisted, and his body was in contact with the bamboo. The sword fight drew an arc and went around behind Ning Heng, and the tip of the sword pierced his back.

Ning Heng felt a stinging pain in the back of his heart, and the hair on his hair stood up. He took two steps forward, twisted his waist and hips, turned around, and stabbed his sword finger out again, heading straight for the bamboo sword.

Zhou Jue did not choose to evade this time. He knew that the gap between their cultivation levels was too great. Even if his swordsmanship was superb and not weaker than Ning Heng, he would still not be able to win. He only needed to show his strength.

On the tip of the bamboo sword, a sword energy condensed, pure and sharp, and hesitant. In the flash of cold light, the two sword energy collided, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

"bite!"

Zhou Jue's face was pale and his breath was messy. He stepped down on the ground with his feet and stepped back. The footprints that were three-quarters of the way into the ground were clearly visible. The pure and condensed sword energy on the bamboo sword had also dissipated.

"Okay, I already know your strength. The sword energy is condensed and pure, enough to rival a monk in the seventh realm!"

Ning Heng's words stopped Zhou Jue who was about to continue. He put his right hand behind his back, and a red mark appeared on his index and middle fingers, trembling slightly. This scene was seen by his wife Yao Ying, who snickered secretly and felt very sad in her heart. surprise.

"Jue'er's sword energy is so sharp that it can leave marks on my husband's fingers!"

Zhou Jue exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, which pierced the air like a sharp arrow. The bamboo sword in his hand was straddled on his waist again, a tired smile appeared on his face, and he complained.

"Master, you are so cruel, you actually bully your disciples by relying on your cultivation in the Thirteenth Realm!"

Ning Heng's old face was slightly red. Although they had only fought for one round just now, he could see that his disciple's swordsmanship was exquisite and not weaker than his own. He was a natural swordsman. He could only use his thirteenth realm cultivation to overpower his disciple.

"Stop talking nonsense, the great demons of the upper five realms of the demon clan will not suppress your cultivation just because your cultivation is weak. I am here to let you know in advance the cruelty of the Sword Qi Great Wall!"

Zhou Jue curled his lips and was speechless. After tens of thousands of years of fighting between the sword cultivator and the demon clan, both sides had already been fighting to the death. If he encountered a great demon in the upper five realms, he would definitely die and there would be no chance of survival.

"You go back today and have a good rest. Tomorrow I will take you to the Great Sword Qi Wall to deliver swords to the demon clan!"

Ning Heng's face showed a solemn look. As Zhou Jue's master, he needed to protect him and prevent the great monsters in the wild world from attacking Zhou Qi.

"Master, Junior Sister, Junior Sister, I'll go back first!"

Zhou Jue turned around and walked out, leaving only Ning Heng, his wife and Ning Yao looking at his back in a daze. After a long time, a word of praise came out of Ning Heng's mouth.

"What a good boy, your sword energy is unparalleled and your sword intention is sincere. You will definitely become a great swordsman in the upper five realms in the future!"

When Ning Yao heard this, his brows slightly raised, a sword light flashed in his big eyes, and he said loudly.

"I will also become a great swordsman, and I will never lose to my senior brother!"

The girl is resolute, talented, and a born swordsman. She is unwilling to be inferior to others and has high fighting spirit. She draws the sword from her waist and practices hard under the watchful eyes of her parents. The sword is dazzling and her swordsmanship is superb and skillful, showing her extraordinary ability. Qualifications.

Zhou Jue did not go home to recuperate, but came to a small tavern in the city. This tavern was small, with only five or six tables. Most of the guests who came to drink here were low-level swordsmen who were short of money. Xiu, I like to drink the overbearing and powerful Shao Dao Zi, which is cheap and strong enough. After one bowl, it is hearty and refreshing, and the blood is surging. It can best relieve the fatigue after a battle.

Zhou Jue walked into the tavern, looked left and right, and locked onto a figure. In a flash, he was already sitting opposite the man. He picked up the wine bowl in front of him without politeness and drank it all in one gulp. A burning sensation arose in his heart, like swallowing a mouthful of hot coals, and his whole body warmed up. He wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth and said politely.

"A Liang, add two more kilograms of roasted knives. This bowl is enough for anyone to drink!"

After hearing this, A Liang rolled his eyes, raised his head and asked the waiter for a jar of burning knives. Then he looked at the boy opposite, with a smile on his face and said.

"Why didn't you go to sword practice today? If you have time to come here to drink, aren't you afraid of being punished by your master?"

A Liang is a middle-aged man, not tall and not strong. There is a bamboo hat beside him, a green bamboo sheath long knife hanging on his waist, and a silver-white wine hanging on the other side of his waist. The gourd was about the size of a palm and was smooth and shiny when rubbed. He claimed to be a swordsman.

"Whether I practice swordsmanship or not is none of your business! I was born a swordsman. Unlike ordinary people like you, I don't need to practice hard to become one of the best swordsmen in the world!"

Zhou Jue yawned like a dragon king who could swallow rivers. His tone was so loud that A Liang rolled his eyes.

However, A Liang did not refute Zhou Jue's words, believing that Zhou Jue was the most talented person he had ever seen in swordsmanship, even better than Ning Yao, who was extremely talented and ranked among the top five swordsmen in the world.

Aliang was originally the only son of Ya Sheng. He studied in Ya Sheng's Mansion in his early years, but he did not want to study and loved to learn swordsmanship. After the March 4th incident broke out, because he was dissatisfied with his cultural background, he raised his sword and made a fuss in the Confucian palace. Later, his father Yasheng drove him into the Great Wall of Sword Qi to practice. He was the most accomplished swordsman in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Although he was usually idle, He is a pinnacle sword cultivator and the well-deserved number one on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

A Liang is usually idle, with an arrogant and straightforward personality, and likes to drink. At the same time, he also thinks about the people of the world. He is unruly and is known as a difficult ghost on the Great Sword Wall. Because he can't find a sword worthy of him for the time being, he So I had to use a wooden sword instead to humiliate the people in the world who use swords.

"You, a man who wears a sword, have the nerve to talk to me about swords?"

Zhou Jue and A Liang are very familiar with each other, and they also know that the difficult ghost in front of him is the best swordsman in the world, but they still mock each other.

"Zhou Jue, you are such a bastard. You drink my wine and you dare to call yourself me in front of me and talk nonsense about me. Isn't it a bit shameless!"

A Liang opened the wine jar, poured the clear wine into the bowl, drank heavily, a blush flashed across his face, and he said angrily.

"What's wrong, I'm willing to drink your wine to give you face, but you're not willing anymore?"

Zhou Jue didn't feel ashamed either. He also poured a bowl of Shao Daozi and drank heavily without caring about his own image. The wine wet the clothes on his chest. He was bold and free-spirited, not like a 12 or 13-year-old boy at all. (End of chapter)