I have a role in the heavens

Liu Xianyang looked at the strangers who had fled, and felt very happy. He quickly bowed and thanked them politely.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your help. I'm very grateful!"

Although Liu Xianyang is a naughty boy, he is sincere, repays kindness, and knows how to be polite. These thanks are all sincere and there is no hypocrisy.

"There's no need for this. I promised you back then that after reading your family's sword scripture, I would help you solve your trouble!"

Liu Xianyang shook his head slightly. He was just a young man from a small town with a humble status. Even if Zhou Jue read his family's ancestral sword scripture, what could he do if he failed to fulfill his promise? Zhou Jue would not bully him because he was young and ignorant. Have the virtues of a gentleman.

Zhou Jue stood in front of the threshold of Jianlu, looking away from Liu Xianyang and looking at Ruan Qiong, the military sage, with a look of disapproval on his face, and said to him.

"Although Liu Xianyang is a piece of steel that has been repeatedly tempered, it cannot be directly forged into a sword. As a swordsmith, you need to be careful and patient to polish it before it can be made into a sword!"

"If you leave him alone and allow outsiders to bully him, you won't be afraid that this good piece of steel will become useless and you will regret it!"

"Besides, the purpose of becoming a disciple is to find someone to protect you and learn the Dharma. Otherwise, why would they want to become your disciple?"

Zhou Jue's words were very rude, which made Ruan Qiong's face look a little ugly, as if he didn't agree with the other party's point of view.

"Liu Xianyang is just an apprentice at Jianlu, not mine. If you like him, you can take him under your tutelage directly. I will never stop him!"

Ruan Qiong, as the next saint in charge of the Lizhu Cave world and a great monk in the upper five realms, also has his own arrogance. Naturally, he will not let Zhou Jue blame him and said angrily.

"Forget it. Although Liu Xianyang is a natural swordsman, he is not good enough for me to accept a disciple!"

Zhou Jue shook his head slightly. The geniuses in the world were nothing to him, and he could not be tempted to accept them as his disciples and train them carefully.

"However, I can help him and give him a chance!"

After saying that, Zhou Jue turned to look behind him. Not far away, a tall young man was coming in the direction of Jianlu. As an apprentice of Jianlu, Liu Xianyang came to help Ruan Qiong and his daughter learn to make swords every day. .

"Mr. Zhou, why are you also in Jianlu?"

Liu Xianyang was obviously startled when he saw Zhou Jue's figure, and he quickly bowed and clasped his fists in salute, looking very respectful.

"I came to see Master Ruan. Junior Sister Ning wants to ask him to help create a sword that suits her!"

With a faint smile on his face, Zhou Jue said to Liu Xianyang, who was a little confused. There was nothing strange about it.

"Does Master Ruan agree?"

Liu Xianyang glanced at Ruan Qiong carefully. Although he successfully became Jianlu's apprentice, he was in awe of Ruan Qiong. He was once shocked by Ruan Xiu's appetite and joked a little bit. Unexpectedly, Ruan Xiu was usually extremely vigorous in wielding a sledge hammer and striking iron, but he was very shy and couldn't stand the jokes. He was immediately made to cry. Ruan Qiong, the daughter-in-law, almost killed him alive.

"Agreed!"

Zhou Jue smiled and said very kindly. Who would have thought that such a gentle man could be an out-and-out murderer, drawing his sword at every turn and showing no inhibitions.

"Very good!"

Liu Xianyang acted very happy, as if he was happy for Ning Yao, and was not affected by what happened just now.

"It's getting late, Master Ruan. I'll leave you with the sword issue. As a reward, I'll help you train this disciple!"

Zhou Jue turned to look at the middle-aged man, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth and a sly smile. He slowly raised his right hand, and a stream of light shot out from his fingers and flew towards Liu Xianyang's eyebrows.

Ruan Qiong, Ruan Xiu, and Liu Xianyang didn't have time to react. The stream of light sank into Liu Xianyang's sea of ​​consciousness. His consciousness was vague and vague, and he came to a battlefield. Countless monks were fighting. Sword energy was everywhere, and spells were everywhere. They were all strangers, and Liu Xianyang seemed to have become another person, fighting with him. Countless kendo knowledge poured into his heart, turning into a gurgling stream, nourishing the dry land, and his heart turned into a thousand miles of fertile soil.

A gleam flashed in Ruan Qiong's eyes, and his tall and strong body stood up. His muscles were taut and contained supreme strength. His expression was solemn and solemn, and he asked in a deep voice.

"What did you do?"

"Don't worry, I just let him get the opportunity that should belong to him in advance and triggered the power of the ancestral sword scripture in his arms!"

Zhou Jue waved his hand to signal Ruan Qiong not to be nervous. His eyes were deep and focused, falling on Liu Xianyang's chest. The inexplicable aura in the Sword Sutra was aroused by his power, causing Liu Xianyang to dream back to the eternity and possess his ancestor's body. His body has experienced battles thousands of years ago.

"The Liu Xianyang Family's Sword Scripture is very mysterious. It allows people to practice swordplay in their dreams and quickly improve their swordsmanship!"

Zhou Jue casually explained the mystery to Ruan Qiong, and without waiting for Liu Xianyang to wake up, he took steps and left Jianlu.

"I believe he will soon enter the fifth level. When the time comes, I'll see if Master Ruan is willing to care about his life or death!"

Liu Xianyang's qualifications are good, and with the opportunity of passing down the sword scriptures from his ancestors, his swordsmanship will surely improve rapidly, and he will be able to become Ruan Qiong's successor. Ruan Qiong will no longer be able to ignore it.

Ruan Qiong watched Zhou Jue gradually disappear into the distance, and then he turned his attention to the tall young man who had his eyes closed and fell into a dream. He felt the faint edge of the sword coming from him, and his face showed a bit of surprise. With such a look, Liu Xianyang had already entered the gate of swordsmanship and officially became a swordsman in just a short time.

"Sword cultivator Zhou Jue is really hard to see through!"

"What if Liu Xianyang can really quickly enter the Fifth Middle Realm, accept him as his disciple, and stand up for him?"

Ruan Qiong is not a stupid person who doesn't know how to adapt. If Liu Xianyang's performance satisfies him enough, he doesn't mind worrying more about his disciples. After all, there are differences between heirs and ordinary apprentices.

In the stream not far from the covered bridge, the water was gurgling and crystal clear. Fish were swimming in the water. It was very leisurely and full of fun. Chen Ping'an rolled up his trouser legs, bent over, and kept groping in the water with his hands. It didn't take long. After a while, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he took out a white stone from the stream. It was fine in texture and had a bit of white jade luster.

Snake gallstone is a special product of Lizhu Cave Heaven. It can increase the cultivation level of dragons and has no side effects. It is something that dragons in the world dream of. Especially the high-quality snake gallstones are extremely valuable. Some of the highest-grade snake gallstones even contain the essence and blood of a true dragon, which is enough to make countless monks covet them.

Chen Ping'an didn't know how precious snake gallstones were. In the past, he just saw the beauty of snake gallstones. He picked up a few pieces and threw them in the small courtyard. Ning Yao and Zhou Jue saw them. Ning Yao casually said that snake gallstones are worth a lot of money. This guy I come to the creek every day to pick up stones.

Chen Ping'an put the white snake gallstone into a bamboo basket by the stream. There were seven or eight snake gallstones inside. Each one was very beautiful, including blood-colored, green, and even twinkling stars. They were gorgeous and beautiful. .

Chen Ping'an looked at today's harvest with a bright smile on his face. He only knew that snake gallstones were very precious, and he had never thought about how to sell them. He loved money as much as his own life and was reluctant to let go of this opportunity to make a fortune.

"That's enough for today, it's time to practice walking!"

Chen Pingan no longer continued to pick up stones, but walked into the stream and began to recall Ning Yao's actions. He took six steps forward, three small and three large, and the last step was stepped hard, and the water in the stream The water rippled and the ground trembled slightly, as if a slight earthquake had occurred.

Chen Ping'an did the whole process in one go, which was quite an understatement, but his movements still seemed a bit clumsy, not at all like Ning Yao's familiarity and smoothness.

However, Chen Ping'an was not completely unimproved. He closed his eyes tightly and carefully understood the meaning of pile walking. His mind was vague, and the aura around his body merged with the stream under his feet, exuding a flowing charm.

At some point, a figure in a green robe appeared next to the bamboo basket. He casually took out a piece of snake gallstone with a pure breath. Feeling the breath of the real dragon, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, showing a bit of amusement. Then he moved his fingers slightly, and a heavy and majestic breath seeped out from it, wrapping around Zhou Jue's fingertips. This was the dragon's breath, with the attribute of water.

Zhou Jue flicked his fingers, and this breath shot out and merged into Chen Ping'an's body, which was walking. The breath around him became more and more agile, and he had a feeling of being as good as water. His movements seemed much smoother, and countless insights came to the young man's heart. .

"The dragon rules the waters of the world and has the purest way of water. This breath can make Chen Ping'an get closer to the way of water!!"

The snake gallstone in Zhou Jue's hand suddenly changed without the breath of the dragon. It was dull and rough in texture, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years. He pinched it lightly with his fingers and turned it into gravel-like powder. fall.

Zhou Jue glanced down at the bamboo basket and shook his head slightly. Chen Ping'an had just started to practice martial arts. His body was weak and could only withstand this wisp of dragon's breath. If it was too much, it would not be enough. There was no need to extract the dragon's breath from the snake gallstone.

Chen Ping'an was immersed in walking and didn't notice the passage of time at all. He didn't stop until he ran out of energy. He quickly walked out of the stream and saw Zhou Jue next to the bamboo basket. He was slightly startled, with a look on his face. With a pure smile, he asked.

"Mr. Zhou, when did you come?"

Zhou Jue had a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth. He was lying on the ground with his legs crossed and his right foot dangling from time to time. His eyes were fixed on the sky, as if he saw the sky outside that day. He looked very comfortable and comfortable. Hearing Chen Ping'an's voice, he said casually.

"It's been a while!"

Chen Ping'an walked to the bamboo basket and asked sincerely and respectfully.

"Mr. Zhou, you saw what I just did. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"You're practicing well, just keep working hard. There's nothing special you need to pay attention to!"

Although the Shaking Mountain Boxing Manual was tailor-made by Zhou Jue for Chen Pingan, he did not want to be involved in teaching Chen Pingan, so he left the matter completely to Ning Yao. Naturally, he would not give Chen Pingan any more advice and give casual explanations.

"If your boxing frame is not good, there will be many mistakes. No matter how much you practice, you will never be good at it."

At this moment, a voice came from not far away. The owner of the voice was a short young man with a somewhat arrogant face. He thought highly of himself and commented disdainfully.

This boy is the grandson of Granny Ma in Xinghua Lane. He has been treated as a fool since he was a child. Granny Ma has a very bad impression in the hearts of the boys in the town. She is stingy and mean, which makes her precious grandson a punching bag. Therefore, every time the boy went out, he would be chased and bullied. Whenever he wore new clothes and new boots, he would be tossed by other boys in less than half an hour. He was covered in dust and was very embarrassed.

The boy's name is Ma Kuxuan. He has a very strange personality. After being bullied, he never took the initiative to complain to Granny Ma, nor would he cry loudly, nor would he wag his tail to beg for mercy. He always behaved very calmly and indifferently, so the children in the town were unwilling to play with him.

Chen Pingan has never bullied Ma Kuxuan, but he has never pitied this boy, let alone wanted to get close to him, because he thinks this boy is not stupid, but also very arrogant. He is very similar to Song Jixin in his bones, and even more so.

This kind of people seem to be waiting for an opportunity, as if God owes them a lot of things, and sooner or later they will get them back. Song Jixin might get back one tael of silver for owing a copper coin, but Ma Ku wanted one tael of gold, so Chen Pingan kept a distance from him.

"Besides, the boxing you practiced is not a high-level martial arts. Even if you reach the perfect state, your achievements are limited. It is better not to practice!"

Seeing that Chen Pingan did not respond, Ma Kuxuan casually pulled a dogtail grass, bit it in his mouth, and continued to comment.

Hearing this comment, Zhou Jue straightened up, glanced at Ma Kuxuan with a sidelong glance, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, frowned slightly, and said to the void behind the young man.

"You disciples of Zhenwu Mountain are of this kind of character, rebellious and extreme, arrogant and conceited, how can you look like a military swordsman!"

A middle-aged man appeared behind Ma Kuxuan, carrying a heavy sword on his back, and his cultivation reached the upper fifth realm. He was a military master from Zhenwu Mountain. This mountain is the ancestral home of the real military strategists. It has a prominent status, many masters, and strong strength. It is an important force in the cultivation world.

The middle-aged man is different from Ma Kuxuan. He is an authentic military strategist sword cultivator. He stared at the arrogant Ma Kuxuan with a serious face and admonished him.

"Ma Kuxuan, I know you have a rebellious personality, but there is one thing you must keep in mind. We, the authentic military strategists, practice to break all laws with one sword, follow our heart with one sword, and seek invincibility with one sword. It is definitely not arrogant, bullying others, and it is not allowed to be jealous of others and do evil!"

Ma Kuxuan showed a confident smile on his face, stared at Chen Pingan with a bit of disdain, and answered.

"Master, don't worry. I don't care about people like Chen Pingan at all. His future achievements will be just like that. He can't even be my stepping stone. I won't be jealous of such people!"

"Don't say it's him. Even if it's other people in the town, no matter how high their achievements are, they are destined to not surpass me and become my stepping stones."

Ma Kuxuan looked down on Chen Pingan very much, and he also looked down on the Shaking Mountain Fist that Chen Pingan practiced, and said arrogantly.

"Besides, what I said is also the fact, there is nothing wrong with it. The boxing he practiced is a stupid skill, not very smart, and his achievements are destined to be low. Why can't I evaluate it?"

Although Ma Kuxuan's tone is arrogant, he does have the capital to be arrogant. He is the reincarnation of the Thunder Department Zhuci among the twelve high-ranking gods. He is a genius disciple of Zhenwu Mountain. Later, he was praised as the first of the young generation of Baopingzhou. He is gifted and has an amazing speed of practice. He broke through three realms in one year, showing a very high talent and potential for practice.

The middle-aged man was silent. He was a master of military strategy, with a sharp eye and broad knowledge. He also saw that Chen Ping'an's Mountain Shaking Fist was not very good, and the threshold was very low. It was very difficult for such martial arts to become a middle-five realm, and his achievements were indeed limited.

Zhou Jue's face suddenly became gloomy. The Mountain Shaking Fist was indeed simple and simple, but it contained the true meaning of martial arts and was very mysterious. Even the master of military strategy from Zhenwu Mountain did not see the subtlety of it. Of course, it was also closely related to Chen Pingan's boxing skills that had not yet been introduced, so he made a mistake.

"The boxing skills are simple, but it does not mean that the method is not good!"

"Today, I want to use this Mountain Shaking Fist to experience the high moves of Zhenwu Mountain and see if this military ancestral home is just a false name?"

Zhou Jue is a pure sword cultivator of the fourteenth realm, the first person in the world of swordsmanship. He usually pays attention to a thought. If anyone makes him unhappy, he will make him regret it. How could he allow the disciples of Zhenwu Mountain to look down on the boxing he created?

Zhou Jue slowly stood up and stood in front of Chen Pingan, with a stern look on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"Chen Pingan, watch carefully, I will only show you the Mountain Shaking Fist once, how much you can understand depends on your understanding!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jue put his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, bent his five fingers and clenched them into a fist. This fist was like a round or square, with Tai Chi, Yin and Yang and the Five Elements hidden in it, and slowly handed it to the military master of Zhenwu Mountain. It seemed that there was suddenly a mountain between heaven and earth, falling from the sky, suppressing the entire Lizhu Cave Heaven, and pressing on everyone's shoulders. They felt heavy, their waists and legs bent, and they were a little breathless. And the higher the cultivation, the more obvious the feeling.

The master of Zhenwu Mountain's expression changed drastically. The long sword behind him appeared in his hand. He gripped the hilt tightly with both hands and used all his strength to strike out with his best sword. The sword energy was across the void, a thousand feet in size, and could even cut off a mountain. He was worthy of being a military swordsman with powerful combat power.

But such a terrifying sword did not have any merit, and was shattered by Zhou Jue's fist. The round and square fist was unstoppable, and it hit the heavy sword fiercely. The sword bent, and a faint trace appeared. There was a crack, and when the sword was about to be broken and people were killed, Zhou Jue withdrew his fist.

"call!"

The grandmaster of Zhenwu Mountain was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, his eyes flashed with joy and awe, his breathing was rapid, and it was difficult to speak.

"How about this punch?"

Zhou Jue stood with his hands behind his back, looking cool and bold, his black hair waving slightly in the breeze, looking like a master from Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, he asked calmly.

After more than ten breaths, the master of Zhenwu Mountain finally calmed down, and said with some conviction on his face, he raised his hands and said.

"Mountain Shaking Fist is worthy of its name. It can shake mountains and heaven and earth. I'm just ignorant and didn't see the subtlety of this fist. Please forgive me!"

Zhou Jue nodded slightly, taking over the matter. He glanced at the shocked Ma Kuxuan from the corner of his eye, and spoke again with a bit of displeasure.

"Your disciple made rude remarks. I can't embarrass him. I can only find you as my master!"

"Your cultivation level is pretty good. Where do you rank in Zhenwu Mountain?"

After Zhou Jue explained the truth, he looked at the master of Zhenwu Mountain. There were only a few people in the world who could take half of his punches, and asked curiously.