I have a role in the heavens

"The size is as you wish, a psychic treasure!"

The wrinkles on the old man's face relaxed. He stared at the seal on the chest of the little girl in black with a surprised look on his face. Then he looked up at the Sword Fairy in blue and spoke.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at refining treasures. It would be a pity to only practice pure swordsmanship!"

Zhou Jue looked as usual. Refining the river seal was nothing to him and it was not worth making a fuss about.

Zhou Mili didn't know anything about psychic treasures, but he just thought it was fun. He kept chanting about getting bigger and smaller, and he was having so much fun that he didn't notice the meaningful eyes of the old swordsman at all.

"Xiaomi Li, you must keep this seal carefully. Whether you can achieve the fourteenth realm in the future depends on it!"

The River Seal is a treasure refined by Zhou Jue by gathering the water transport of Haoran World. If Zhou Jue had not agreed to the Holy Master to help the Confucians kill the ancestor of the barbarians, several Confucian saints would not be willing to give up the water lord of Haoran World. The seat was given to this little girl in black. With this seal, it is certain that Zhou Mili will reach the fourteenth realm in the future.

"Fourteenth Realm? Me?"

When Zhou Mili heard this, she pointed her finger at herself, with a shocked expression on her little face. She stared at Chen Qingdu with wide eyes in disbelief. She was just a dumb little lake monster the size of a rice grain. How could she become a ten-year-old girl? The great monk of the four realms.

"Fourteenth realm? I don't dare to think about it, even in my dreams!"

The little girl in black swung her little hands wildly and took a step back. A frightened expression appeared on her little face. She had a clear understanding of herself. She could become a great demon in the fifth realm in this life. She was satisfied, and this was the extravagant hope and ambition that the little girl only had after following Zhou Jue.

In the past, Xiao Mili's biggest dream was to find a scholar who could help her write an article about the big mute lake monster. Only when geese pass by and people pass by can they leave their names.

The boss swordsman smiled and did not correct the idea of ​​the little girl in black. People's fate is so clever. Xiao Xun desperately wanted to step into the Fourteenth Realm, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to defect from the Sword Qi Great Wall. But the little girl in front of him, as long as he followed the steps, he could naturally step into the Fourteenth Realm and become Haoran. He is the co-lord of the world's rivers, controls the world's water transport, and his strength is considered top among the fourteenth realm monks.

"Xiaomili, you are so lucky, Zhou Jue is so kind to you!"

The little girl in black was confused when she heard this, but she nodded obediently. Although Zhou Jue often lied to her and made her angry, he was indeed very good to her.

"Well, Zhou Jue is a good man!"

Xiao Mili's good friend card put a smile on the face of the sword fairy in blue. He reached out and touched the little girl's head, messing up her silky hair, causing the big dumb lake monster to reveal its fangs and bite it fiercely. on his wrist.

"Zhou Jue, Miss Ning did this hairstyle for me early in the morning. If you mess it up again, I'll bite you to death!"

The boss swordsman looked at the two people fighting and sighed helplessly, and then looked at the straw-shoe boy. He was practicing boxing hard. Even in the boring pile walking, he was very focused and completely Immersed in my own world, I don't care about anything happening outside.

"What an ignorant young man. A silly girl has found a silly boy. They are indeed a good match!"

In fact, they were both practicing boxing on the top of the city. The old man was more familiar with Cao Ci, and he was more optimistic about the martial arts genius. He believed that Cao Ci would definitely be able to enter the martial arts realm in the future and achieve far more than this straw-shoe boy. .

Of course, it's not that Chen Qingdu doesn't look down on Chen Ping'an, it's just that the young man has been delayed. Chen Ping'an was originally a good Taoist cultivator. If everything went smoothly and he was lucky, it would not be difficult to become an Earth Immortal in the vast world. Unfortunately, he was smashed into pieces early, like porcelain. Before the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted, it had already suffered a greater disaster.

Chen Qingdu used his swordsmanship to point directly at people's hearts. Deep in his soul, he looked through Chen Ping'an's eyes and saw the state of mind of the straw-shoe boy. They were like broken lenses, some big and some small, with the largest pieces carrying The strange scene in the scene made this old swordsman who had lived for thousands of years discover some clues.

Lizhu Cave is very special. The native porcelain of the town residents is a way to raise poisonous insects. The weak bow their heads and worship the strong, and the winner takes all. Chen Pingan has struggled to survive for so many years and never gives up. This is in line with the Confucian principles of heaven. Healthy, a gentleman constantly strives for self-improvement, and unintentionally puts the broken pieces of porcelain together, eventually making the last one or two pieces of his heart become more and more dazzling, like the sun and moon hanging in the sky, and the stars dimming.

Mental state cultivation has little to do with the level of cultivation, and is extremely dangerous. Qi practitioners have studied many secret methods and methods for this purpose, such as asking oneself, tapping the heart, the gentleman's three examinations, breaking the mental barriers, etc.

Of course, there are also many heretical and evil ways, such as unfashionable visualization methods and shortcuts, which are not considered the authentic way, and you will definitely have to pay a heavy price in the future.

"Mountain-shaking boxing is a stupid skill. Water-milling skills can polish the mirror of the heart, making it brighter and shine with the most brilliant light!"

"Zhou Jue should have seen the problem with Chen Ping'an at the beginning, so he tailor-made this boxing technique for him. His martial arts wisdom is unfathomable. This kid's pure sword practice has really wasted his time. Qualifications!”

"However, this is a great blessing for my sword cultivator lineage, so a waste is a waste!"

The old swordsman thought a little selfishly in his heart, and turned to look at Haoran, Qingming, and Lotus. A proud smile appeared on his face. It was extremely bright. My sword cultivator lineage has finally found its way to the sky. , the first pure sword cultivator of the fifteenth realm is about to be born.

"Chen Pingan, please stop for a moment. It's too slow to practice boxing like this. I'll give you some weight!"

Suddenly, Zhou Jue spoke and waved to the straw-shoe boy to come over.

Xiaomi Li on the side was holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, eating them with gusto. The skins of the melon seeds fell to the ground. When he heard Zhou Jue speak, he immediately raised his head and looked over curiously.

Chen Ping'an stopped walking, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, walked up to Zhou Jue, with a look of curiosity on his face, and quietly waited for the next step.

Zhou Jue reached out and took off the long sword from his waist. He held the sword with five fingers and pulled out half of the sword. With a cold light shining, he handed it to Chen Pingan and said with a serious expression.

"This sword is called Wei Yin. It weighs seven kilograms and seven taels. It is made from the natal flying sword of master and master. You should practice boxing with this sword on your back during this time!"

When Chen Ping'an heard the origin of the sword, his face was serious, and he stretched out his hands respectfully. The sword fell. He thought he could easily catch the sword, but he stumbled and almost fell.

"Although this sword only weighs seven pounds and seven taels, I have injected a sword energy into it!"

"The sword energy weighs a hundred kilograms. When you practice boxing with this long sword on your back, you can not only hone the martial arts body, but also temper the soul and the heart of martial arts!"

Chen Pingan held the long sword in both hands and tied it behind his back. His body sank slightly, and he walked to the edge of the city again and practiced walking. However, this time his movements were sluggish and extremely clumsy. He didn't know how much time it would take. Only then can we adapt and reach the state of flowing clouds and flowing water again.

Zhou Mili spat out a few pieces of melon seed peels from her mouth and looked at Chen Ping'an who was practicing boxing hard. Her clothes were wet with sweat. She scratched her head and asked Zhou Jue a little embarrassedly.

"Zhou Jue, Chen Pingan is working so hard. Am I too slack? I should practice hard!"

The little girl in black's pale eyebrows were knitted together, and there was struggle and hesitation in her eyes. Practicing was not fun at all, and she didn't like it.

"Chen Ping'an is a fool of a man. Only by practicing hard can he achieve something!"

"You are different from him, you don't need to be like this!"

Zhou Jue chuckled lightly and glanced at the little girl in black. The seal hanging on her chest glowed with light blue. A steady stream of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into her body, slowly lifting the millet grains. Xiu Wei, replied casually.

Zhou Mili's big eyes flashed with joy, and he suddenly realized it, with a bright smile on his little face, and he said proudly.

"Zhou Jue, do you mean that I am smarter than Chen Ping'an and can achieve something without having to practice hard?!"

"No, that's not what I mean at all. Your little head is filled with water all day long. Even if you practice hard, it won't have any effect!"

Zhou Jue's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the little girl in black. The smile on her little face instantly dissipated and became extremely gloomy. Her mouth opened, her fangs were jagged, and she bit Zhou Jue's cheek in one bite. On the arm, he was still whining.

"I'll fight you and bite you to death!"

Zhou Jue put his hand on Xiao Mili's head and pulled the little girl hard, trying to get her to let go.

Zhou Mili threw away all the melon seeds in his hand, and hugged Zhou Jue's arm with both small hands. He used all his strength to bite it fiercely and would not let go, unwilling to easily let go of this big bad guy who bullied him.

On the top of the city, the straw-shoe boy concentrated on practicing boxing, with his eyes closed tightly. The heavy long sword behind him was like a mountain pressing down on him. Wisps of sword energy seeped out from it, integrated into the body, and guided the body. That breath of pure Qi, using the method of operating the Eighteen Stop Sword Qi, flows rapidly, like the water of a river rushing into the sea, majestic and unstoppable.

The swordsman in green and the little girl in black also ended their fight and sat side by side. Zhou Mili handed Zhou Jue a handful of melon seeds. The two of them ate melon seeds while watching the boy practice boxing. This ordinary day was also full of excitement. It brings fun and peace of mind.

The breeze blows, and there is a bit more heat in the air. The rotation of spring and summer is a natural law that cannot be resisted.

On this day, a white-clothed swordsman walked up to the top of the city. He was tall and tall, handsome in appearance, with a bit of bookishness, but his face was expressionless and cold, and his sword eyes were shining with sharpness, showing off his sharp edge. It makes people afraid to look directly.

"Why choose me?"

The cold voice came like a cold wind, adding a bit of coolness to the hot air. Zhou Jue did not look back, looking at the desolate and lonely wild world in the south, a majestic and majestic mountain peak that reached into the clouds came into view. Before my eyes, two bright moons hung on the top of the mountain, cold and holy.

"You are the most suitable candidate!"

Hearing the words, the sword eyebrows frowned slightly, staring at the back of the sword fairy in blue, and spoke again.

"I come from a vast world, not a sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi!"

"So what? Is it possible that you can still betray the Great Wall of Sword Qi and join the wild world to find Xiao Min?"

As soon as he said these words, the white-clothed swordsman touched his abdomen unnaturally with his right hand, as if there was still a dull pain. An astonishing sword intent suddenly burst out from his body, soaring straight into the sky, tearing apart the thick and vast clouds.

The straw-shoe boy who was concentrating on practicing boxing was awakened by the terrifying sword intent. He stopped walking and couldn't help but look over.

"Eldest brother, what's going on?"

After the dispute between the three and four, Cui Luo defected from the Wensheng lineage and was no longer a disciple of Wensheng. It was natural for Zuoyou to become the eldest brother of the Wensheng lineage.

"Sooner or later, I will ask Xiao Fan for the sword and settle the grudge!"

"With your current strength, I'm afraid you can't beat Xiao Fan. After she defected from the Wild World, the Wild Ancestor allowed her to merge with the Hall of Heroes. It won't take long for her to enter the Fourteenth Realm. Although her combat power is not as good as that of a pure sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm, it is far superior to you, a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm!"

The Wild Ancestor had high hopes for Xiao Fan, gave him great respect and courtesy, and allowed him to merge with the Hall of Heroes in the Wild World. From this point of view, the Wild Ancestor is indeed extraordinary, with a magnificent demeanor, far beyond ordinary people, and is a rare hero.

When Zuoyou heard the news, his sword intent stagnated and his face showed a solemn expression. Originally, his strength was only comparable to Xiao Fan's. If the latter merged with the Hall of Heroes and entered the Fourteenth Realm, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Zuoyou's face was gloomy and serious. His light brown eyes stared at Zhou Jue's eyes and said in a serious tone.

"I want to challenge you!"

Originally, Zuoyou and Aliang were the highest swordsmanship and swordsmanship of the Sword Qi Great Wall respectively. Later, Zhou Jue suddenly rose up because of the death of Ning Heng and his wife in battle. In just a few years, he was promoted to the Fourteenth Realm Pure Sword Cultivator. Now he is even known as the first sword cultivator of the human race. His swordsmanship and swordsmanship have surpassed Zuoyou and Aliang, making them second.

Especially Aliang has also been promoted to the Fourteenth Realm Pure Sword Cultivator, which makes Zuoyou's swordsmanship achievements seem even less important. Now he challenged Zhou Jue, not on a whim, but more to stimulate his potential and let himself enter the Fourteenth Realm as soon as possible.

As soon as these words came out, the old sword immortal who was sitting cross-legged and silent couldn't help but look sideways, with an interested expression on his face. He had seen Zuoyou's swordsmanship, which was indeed wonderful, but he didn't know whether he could sublimate to the extreme and enter the fourteenth realm when facing Zhou Jue, the first sword cultivator of the human race.

"I will be the referee!"

Zhou Jue rolled his eyes when he heard this. This old guy was watching the fun and didn't mind the big deal. He was busy expressing his attitude before he agreed to accept the challenge.

"Forget it, I will help you. Whether you can sublimate and transform and enter the fourteenth realm depends on you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a clang sounded, and the sound of the sword resounded through the top of the city. A dazzling sword light shone and chopped towards Zhou Jue's head. Zuoyou made a move without any hesitation. The sword light was vast and pure, and the coldness enveloped everyone.

Zhou Jue's sword Wei Yin was still on Chen Ping'an's back. He sighed, raised his right hand slowly, raised two fingers, used his fingers as a sword, and gently stabbed forward.

A sword light that was no less powerful slashed out, and the two sword lights collided like meteors, making a loud noise, and the white air waves surged and spread to the surroundings.

Chen Pingan was blown by the powerful air wave and his body was swaying. He was horrified and quickly circulated his true energy and condensed his fist. A condensed momentum enveloped his body, breaking the air wave and stabilizing his body so that he would not be blown off the top of the city.

"Ding!"

Zhou Jue's fingertips collided with the tip of the sword, like a needle against a wheat spike, making a sound of metal clashing. His body was tempered by the sword intent and was extremely hard, not weaker than the immortal swords in his left and right hands.

The left and right arms withdrew, the long sword was retracted, and slashed out again. This time the sword light was condensed and pure, not dazzling. The sword light condensed into a shape, and a towering mountain phantom emerged, falling from the sky, with a terrifying momentum. The entire space was condensed, the air stagnated, and became extremely heavy, pressing the waist of Chen Pingan, a martial artist in the fourth realm, to bend and unable to breathe.

Zhou Jue had a faint smile on his lips, and his plain face was particularly charming. A spring breeze appeared in his bright eyes, and the seasons of the whole world seemed to have changed, from the hot summer to the warm and pure wind.

"When you are in doubt, ask the spring breeze!"

A wisp of breeze condensed and wrapped around the sword finger, turning into the sharpest edge in the world, piercing the towering mountain. With a click, the mountain collapsed, and the long sword was retracted again, leaving Zuoyou empty-handed.

A light flashed in Zuoyou's eyes, and the fighting spirit in his heart surged. He flicked the long sword in his hand, and the sword body kept trembling, making a crisp metal collision sound. A pure sword light flew out and crossed the void. The light on the top of the city was completely distorted. Time was like water, materializing into an illusory long river, winding and winding, quietly flowing towards Zhou Jue who was sitting cross-legged.

"What a sword of time!"

The white clothes on both sides were whiter than snow, spotless, and the cold face was very handsome. They stood quietly on the long river of time. The calm river surface became turbulent. The endless water of time gathered and condensed into a flying sword, which was across the time and time, and slashed down fiercely.

"Time is like a painting!"

Zhou Jue stood up, took a step, and appeared in the lower reaches of the long river of time. He walked on the waves, and slowly extended his sword. Behind him, a picture scroll of the human race's ten thousand years appeared. The human race ascended to heaven and defeated the gods, the three patriarchs of the three religions united the world, the sword cultivators stationed at the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Qingdu and the other three asked for the sword on the Tuoyue Mountain, the three-four contestants lost the battle, and imprisoned themselves in the Merit Forest, Chen Qingliu killed all the real dragons in the world, hid in the world in a green shirt, Zhou Jue asked for the sword on the Tuoyue Mountain, fought alone against the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness, etc.

All the geniuses and heroes of heaven and earth, and the vicissitudes of thousands of years, were condensed in Zhou Jue's sword. It was extremely heavy and was slowly extended. It collided with the flying sword of time. Suddenly, the world fell into darkness, the long river of time stagnated, the whole space and time became chaotic, and the trajectory of fate seemed to have undergone some changes.

The figures of Zuoyou began to twist, becoming illusory and transparent, and finally disappeared in the long river of time, and no one knew where they went.

On the top of the city, Zhou Jue put his left hand behind his back, slowly retracted his sword finger, his eyes flickered, and his face showed a bit of understanding.

Chen Qingdu stood up suddenly, displayed his sword magic, his eyes flashed with strange light, and swept the surrounding void, but did not find the figures of Zuoyou. He showed a look of horror on his face and asked anxiously.

"Where is Zuoyou? You won't kill this Zuoyou in a rage?!"

Zhou Jue rolled his eyes, his face showed a speechless expression, his face was gloomy, and he said abusively.

"Bullshit! I'm not that petty!"

"However, the Wensheng lineage is too shameless. He actually used my hand to reverse time and space and returned to the distant past!"