I have a role in the heavens

"Where is my century-old bamboo leaf green?"

Zhou Jue's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at the little girl in black who was a little guilty, took a drink from the wine bottle, and then asked.

"Today I met an old man with a very loud voice. He promised to write an article for me, so I gave him the Bamboo Leaf Green to drink!"

"Zhou Jue, I'm going to offend you today. This burning knife is not bad!"

Zhou Mili had a cute smile on her face and said tentatively while observing the changes in Zhou Jue's expression.

Zhou Jue let out a sigh, raised his head and took a sip. The wine was so strong that it flowed from his throat into his stomach like a raging flame. His energy and blood stirred slightly, making his whole body feel comfortable.

Zhou Jue held the wine flask in his hand and turned to look behind him. A shabby old scholar carrying a bag slowly walked up to the city. He had a thin face and messy white hair. He looked down and out and not proud.

"My century-old Bamboo Leaf Green tastes good, right?"

Zhou Jue's words woke up the little girl in black. She followed Zhou Jue's gaze and saw her friend, the old scholar, whom she had just met. A bright smile appeared on her face and she asked.

"Old scholar, why are you here, but you encounter any difficulties? Just tell us, we are friends, I will help you solve it!"

Hearing this, the old scholar showed a kind smile to Zhou Mili, and then looked at the great swordsman in blue. The powerful Yin God sensed the terrifying sword intent hidden in the surrounding void, as if the swordsman in front of him was not the same. It is not a person, but a towering Great Wall that suppresses two worlds. It makes people feel a heavy pressure, and the higher the cultivation level, the more obvious it becomes.

"The old man hasn't had such a good drink in hundreds of years!"

Seeing this, Zhou Mili glanced at the old scholar suspiciously, then looked at Zhou Jue, scratched his confused little head, and asked with confusion in his big eyes.

"Zhou Jue, old scholar, do you know him?"

“I don’t know you, it’s the first time I’ve seen you today!”

"I know you, I've heard of you for a long time!"

Zhou Jue and the old scholar replied at the same time, but the words they said were different. The "not known" in Zhou Jue's mouth meant that they had never met each other, while the "knowledge" in the old scholar's mouth meant that they had heard of each other's reputation for a long time, and there were some learn.

The answers from the two people made Zhou Mili even more confused. Circles of ripples appeared in his eyes, and his already confused little head completely fell into a stagnant state, unable to think.

"He is the guest I mentioned, the fourth sage of Confucianism, the sage of literature!"

Zhou Jue reached out and touched Zhou Mili's head. His hair was soft and felt very good, and he explained casually.

Zhou Mili raised his head in surprise, his big eyes full of surprise, pointed his little finger at the shabby old scholar, and lost his voice in disbelief.

"You mean the old scholar is your guest, the one who is very knowledgeable?"

Zhou Jue squinted his eyes with a smile on his face, admiring the shocked reaction of the little girl in black. He felt very amused and nodded.

"Yes, you were still thinking about entertaining him well, making him feel at home, and asking him to write an article for you!"

Zhou Mili opened and closed his mouth several times and was speechless. She turned to look at the old scholar who looked poor and sour. He was thin, his clothes were old, his hair was messy, his sleeves were windy, and he could not be associated with the Confucian literary sage.

"Don't mention the name of Literary Sage anymore. The old man is now a shabby old scholar who has betrayed his relatives and abandoned his family!"

When the old scholar said this, he paused for a moment, his eyes fell on Zhou Mili, who was shocked and speechless, and continued with a faint smile on his face.

"However, the old man is still knowledgeable, and Xiao Mili's hospitality is also very considerate. The old man is very satisfied, and it is natural for him to write an article!"

"After all, we are friends, aren't we?!"

When Zhou Mili heard this, although he could not associate the old scholar with the literary sage, as long as he could help her write articles, no matter whether he was an old scholar or a literary sage, he was his friend.

"Old scholar, you are right! We are friends who reciprocate politely. I treat you to a drink, and you help me write an article. How loyal!"

Zhou Mili nodded heavily, his light eyebrows raised upwards, and his eyebrows were beaming, expressing his agreement with the old scholar's words.

Zhou Jue was no exception to this. Wen Sheng was not a pedantic person who followed rituals and music, and Zhou Mili was not familiar with worldly affairs. It was natural for the two to become friends. Very few people can resist the charm of the dumb lake monster, and they will be attracted by her pure and innocent heart unconsciously.

"That's right, for those of us who come out to hang out in the world, our righteousness comes first!"

The old scholar has the air of an old martial artist, he is very arrogant, and there is no trace of a scholar, but he is just a street gangster.

Zhou Jue shook his head slightly, not surprised. The old scholar was naturally uninhibited, free and easy in character, and did not care about image. He was considered an old rogue among scholars, but none of the disciples in the teaching department were like him.

The eldest disciple, Cui Chun, has outstanding strategies, insight into people's hearts, scheming, and wise means. They are all the best choices. He uses the power of a continent and a country to implement the doctrine of meritorious deeds. He uses the world as a chessboard and the human heart as a thread to mobilize all parties. A man who can hold back the world is about to fall, and his courage is so great that it is rare in ancient and modern times.

The second disciple is around, a peak sword cultivator of the thirteenth realm. His sword intention is not as good as Aliang, but his sword skills are worse than Aliang. His sword skills are known as the second best in Haoran Tianxia. He has a very high level of knowledge, but he is obsessed with swordsmanship and wants to be the second pure sword cultivator of the fourteenth realm in the world. He regards all female cultivators who approach him as asking for swords. In the battle of the Wild World attacking Haoran Tianxia, ​​he was attacked and seriously injured by the hidden official Xiao Fan. Later, he went to Tongyezhou to guard Tongye Sect, and asked for swords with Xiao Fan in Tianwaitian, preventing Xiao Fan from returning to the Wild World and cutting him to Qingming Tianxia. Finally, he asked for swords with Aliang in the Wild World.

The third disciple Qi Jingchun, a peak cultivator of the fourteenth realm, condensed three original names, embarked on the road of the integration of the three religions, and initially had the qualifications to ascend to heaven. It is no problem for him to establish a religion and be called the ancestor. He is a sincere gentleman, gentle as jade, and the spring breeze is like rain, moistening things silently.

The fourth disciple Liu Shiliu, also known as Jun Qian, was born in the demon clan, and his true body is the golden-winged Dapeng bird. He has a generous personality, values ​​friendship and loyalty, and has deep feelings for Wensheng and his fellow apprentices. He is very powerful, and once punched the remnants of the Shinto as big as a mountain, and shook Baiyujing with his fists in the Qingming World. He has fought with Aliang twice, but both times ended in a draw. Because he was worried that his identity as a demon clan would affect the reputation of the old scholar Wensheng, he only considered himself to be half a student of Wensheng.

Chen Pingan, the last disciple, was a poor boy and an orphan in a small town. He was strong and tenacious in his heart, and he was indomitable. He remembered not to seek help from outside when encountering problems, and relied on honing himself to overcome difficulties. What is a one-in-a-million for others is a one-in-a-million for him. He is cautious by nature, thoughtful, and pursues everything without mistakes. He is deep-minded and considers everything comprehensively. Always consistent and strict with oneself is a model of man conquering nature. With a strong heart, a style of unity of knowledge and action, and always abiding by the original intention, he was accepted as a disciple by Qi Jingchun on behalf of his master, became the last disciple of Wensheng, became the hidden official of Jianqi Great Wall, became the master of the old sword strip, and became the one.

The old scholar teaches students in accordance with their aptitude and is not bound by rules. He is a real scholar with profound wisdom and learning spirit. He does what he wants without breaking the rules and has reached the realm of a saint.

"It is a pleasure to have friends coming from afar!"

Zhou Jue recited aloud, the long sword on his waist kept trembling, and the sword chanting triggered the sword intent that had been condensed for thousands of years in Jianqi Great Wall, tearing apart the vast sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and slashing the cold wind on the top of the city. The whole world fell into a state of absolute silence.

The old scholar was serious and focused, with wisdom flashing in his turbid and old eyes. His hunched body slowly straightened up, his waist and back were as straight as a mountain pillar, supporting the three continents of the world. The aura of awe permeated and spread, filling the entire Sword Qi Great Wall.

"What a pure sword cultivator of the fourteenth realm. When he moved his mind, the world changed color, the mountains and rivers shook, the ghosts and gods were horrified, and all living beings were in awe!"

Although the old scholar had previously glimpsed that Zhou Jue's realm had reached the fifteenth realm, when he really faced him, he knew how terrifying the strength of this unbelievably young blue-shirted sword immortal was. The bag he was carrying became extremely heavy, like a sword Qi Great Wall and two worlds pressing on his back. This terrifying weight made his upright waist and back gradually bend, and his feet also sank into the bricks.

The old scholar's face flushed red, and his Yin spirit used all his strength, but he still couldn't resist the terrifying pressure. Even if he mobilized the Three Continents Dao Law of the Hedao, it was useless. He was about to be crushed to the ground.

"Old scholar, what's wrong with you? Is the bag on your back too heavy? Let me help you carry it! Don't look at my small stature, but I'm very strong!"

The old scholar was speechless under the pressure of the terrifying weight. His eyes turned slightly, revealing a bit of rejection. Zhou Mili was only a middle-level fifth realm cultivator, how could he carry the city on his back and the two worlds.

Seeing that the old scholar didn't say anything, Zhou Mili mistakenly thought that he agreed, took small steps, ran behind the old scholar, pulled off the bag he was carrying, and carried it on his back. As the bag was pulled off by the black-clothed girl, the terrifying pressure on the old scholar's back also dissipated. He took a deep look at Xiao Mili who carried the bag for him and sighed.

"Xiao Mili, thank you!"

Zhou Mili carried a bag that was much taller than himself, very relaxed, waved his hand and said indifferently.

"This bag is not heavy, it's just a small matter, there's no need to say thank you!"

The old scholar shook his head. The bag on his back was like a city head and two worlds, which made him unable to lift his head, and even wiped out his Yin spirit. But on Xiao Mili, it was just a bag, weighing dozens of kilograms, not worth mentioning, because someone carried this city head and two worlds for her.

"Zhou Jue really dotes on you!"

The old scholar straightened up, pulled his feet out of the bricks and stones, glanced at the green-shirted sword fairy who restrained the edge of the sword, and said meaningfully.

Zhou Mili was confused, not knowing what carrying a bag had to do with Zhou Jue, but she still said it casually.

"Although Zhou Jue's words always make me angry, he is very kind to me and is a good person!"

The crisp and simple words, carefree, can cleanse people's hearts, sweep away the old scholar's fatigue and weakness, melt Zhou Jue's cold expression, and reveal a bright smile.

"Old scholar, do you have a place to live in the city?"

Zhou Mili looked up at the shabby old scholar with clean sleeves and no money, and a little worry appeared on his little face, and asked.

"The old man hasn't had time to find a place to stay!"

The old scholar answered Xiao Mi Li's question truthfully. After he finished drinking, he went directly to the Sword Qi Great Wall, wanting to meet the first swordsman of the time, who was expected to be the first pure swordsman to enter the fifteenth realm after the three founders of the three religions spread the Dao to the world.

"Wearing a green shirt sitting on the top of the city, watching the world alone in the world!"

The old scholar was shocked by Zhou Jue's cultivation realm and gave a sincere evaluation.

"Wen Sheng, you are too kind!"

Zhou Jue responded with his heart, his expression was normal, without any change in expression. The praise and slander of the world had no effect on him. There was nothing in his heart, so where could he get dust.

"The Dao fruit is perfect, the realm of Buddha!"

Wen Sheng secretly exclaimed that Zhou Jue had indeed entered the state of mind of the fifteenth realm, but for some reason he was still lingering in the world and had never achieved the Dao and ascended to heaven.

Zhou Mi Li's cultivation realm was not enough, so he naturally heard the two people communicating with each other in their hearts. Knowing that the old scholar had no place to stay, he hurriedly said.

"Old scholar, you are Zhou Jue's guest and my friend, why don't you live in my house!!"

Zhou Mili has long regarded Zhou Mansion as her own home. Zhou Jue and Ning Yao are both her family members. She warmly invited Lao Xiu to live in Zhou Mansion.

The old scholar did not refuse when he heard this. He glanced at Zhou Jue first, and when he saw that he did not object, he agreed.

"That's great, old man, I won't be polite!"

The old scholar is the master of Qi Jingchun and Chen Pingan. He doesn't look at the monk's face, but the Buddha's face. He is not an outsider. Zhou Jue naturally would not object to the old scholar staying at home.

Since then, an old scholar has lived in Zhou Mansion in Jianqi Great Wall. He follows Xiao Mili every day and runs back and forth in Jianqi Great Wall. No one knows that this shabby old scholar is a fourteenth-level peak monk who is in harmony with the Dao and the three continents of the world, and no one recognizes him as the fourth saint of the Confucian Temple of Literature, the Saint of Literature.

At the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the wind was strong and the clothes were rustling. The figure in the green shirt was sitting there motionless, quietly waiting for the arrival of the day of the sky crying. The long sword on his waist was ready to move, condensing the most terrifying edge in the world, waiting for the right time, like a thunder, shaking the world, the sword opened the Tuoyue Mountain, and killed the great ancestor of the wilderness.

The door of the thatched cottage behind him opened, and the old sword fairy Chen Qingdu walked to the edge of the city, looking at the wild world in the south, desolate and lonely, with little spiritual energy. One after another, the dark green demonic energy that shook the world was filled between heaven and earth. There were as many as seventeen or eighteen of them, like a natural disaster tornado, circling in the depths of the hinterland. These were all caused by the great demons of the thirteenth realm and above leaking their demonic energy, swallowing and spitting out the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

"The old scholar came to the Jianqi Great Wall, probably because the Confucians are just in case!"

Chen Qingdu has been sitting in the Jianqi Great Wall for ten thousand years. Although he has never left the city, he still recognizes this Confucian saint who was the most popular in the past. He frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in his vicissitudes of life eyes. He said to the blue-shirted swordsman.

"Maybe, but if I fail, the old scholar alone can't stop the wild ancestor, and Haoran Tianxia will fall into a catastrophe!"

Zhou Jue naturally didn't think that Wensheng came out of the Merit Forest and went straight to the Jianqi Great Wall just to see the style of the sword immortal and weigh his own strength. It was more of an arrangement by the Supreme Saint and Master, who wanted Wensheng to sit in the Jianqi Great Wall to add an insurance for Haoran Tianxia.

"But then again, unless the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness is promoted to the fifteenth realm now, the day when the sky cries down will be the day of his death!" Zhou Jue's slender five fingers were like the most perfect creation in the world. He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword. The flying sword kept trembling, the sword rang, and a peerless edge was faintly revealed, which shocked Chen Qingdu and he could not help but set his eyes on the Weiyin Sword. "Zhu Yu and You Huang, the two flying swords and immortal weapons, are rare, but not rare. The Weiyin flying sword they fused and refined has been nourished by your sword energy and sword intent. It has become a fairy sword, even surpassing the grade of the fairy sword, second only to the old sword strip!" Chen Qingdu's eyes flashed with a bit of surprise. He had also seen the four great sword immortals. The Tianzhen Immortal Sword is still nourished in Ning Yao's acupoints. The Tianzhen Immortal Sword was forged to imitate the sword spirit and sword intent of the supreme god sword holder ten thousand years ago. It is naturally endowed with powerful divine power and mysterious sword inheritance. The strength of the Immortal Sword is comparable to that of a cultivator in the Ascension Realm, and its power is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, and it can easily cut through space.

But even the Tianzhen Immortal Sword, which is comparable to that of a cultivator in the Ascension Realm in the 13th Realm, is not as good as the Weiyin Immortal Sword in front of him, which gives a feeling of extreme danger. Looking at this sword is like staring at the sharp edge of the swordsmanship gathered by all sword cultivators.

"When I enter the 15th Realm, Weiyin will surpass the grade of the Immortal Sword and compete with Lao Jiantiao for the title of the world's number one sword weapon!"

Zhou Jue looked back and saw the rusty iron sword hanging under the Lizhu Fudi Bridge. He showed an extremely confident smile on his face, and then his eyes became extremely deep. A vast and ancient river appeared in his eyes. At the bottom of this long river of time, a tall woman in white was sleeping, exuding an extremely condensed swordsmanship, as if she was the source of the world's swordsmanship. She was the supreme god of the ancient heaven, the ancestor of hundreds of millions of sword cultivators in the world, and the sword holder of the 15th Realm sword cultivator.

"I will also challenge her again to fight for the title of the best swordsman in history!"

Zhou Jue's voice was low, but full of power, giving people a sense of inevitability, which made Chen Qing's expression slightly changed, and the sword energy rippled slightly.

"The sword holder?"

The tall woman in white who was sleeping in the long river of time seemed to sense this fighting spirit. Her aura fluctuated slightly, and a supreme sword intent came out of the long river and descended into the world, tearing the white clouds above the Sword Qi Great Wall, and appearing space cracks in the void, which was extremely terrifying.

"Can't you wait?"

Zhou Jue's fingers loosened the hilt of the sword and gently patted the long sword at his waist, as if to comfort the impatient Wei Yin Xianjian, his tone was full of confidence.

"Don't worry, it's almost there, it's almost there! A cry of heaven, changed the world!"

In the city north of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the old scholar followed Zhou Mili to eat and drink, very free and easy, suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, felt the supreme edge, and a bit of solemnity appeared on his old cheeks, muttering.

"The breath of the ancient supreme god, this kind of sword intent, could it be that the sword holder is about to awaken?"

"The ten thousand year period is approaching, the three founders of the religions are about to spread the teachings of the world, and now the ancient supreme god has also begun to awaken. It is really a troubled time. I am afraid that my old bones cannot bear the heavy burden of Haoran Tianxia. I hope he can open the Tuoyue Mountain with his sword, kill the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness, and enter the fifteenth realm, so as to seize a ray of hope for all living beings in the world!"