Martial Cultivator

The master of the Sword Sect has been studying the sword for many days.

Everyone in the Sword Sect only thought that this sect leader had benefited a lot after leaving the Sword Sect and going to the Demon Realm to fight the Demon Emperor. Therefore, after returning to the sect, he had been in seclusion to study the way of swordsmanship.

Speaking of which, the fact that the Sword Sect leader left the sect to wield a sword in the Demon Realm has been spread throughout the world. Not many people know what happened now, but some fragments of words have been revealed, saying that this is The master of the Sword Sect realized how many years ago a sword was said to be so powerful that it had already passed the end of Wangyou and reached an inexplicable realm.

With this sword, the Sword Sect leader went all the way north to accumulate sword power, and finally came to the Demon Realm and had a battle with the Demon Emperor. It was said that although the sword was handed out, it was only half handed out. , and half of the sword is left, and for some reason, it can never come out.

But even so, the Great Sword Immortal was still able to return to the Sword Sect unharmed, which is actually enough to explain a lot of things.

And this is also the second strong human being in so many years who can fight against the Demon Emperor and return safely.

The first one is, of course, the Emperor of Liang.

For a time, the reputation of the master of the Sword Sect became famous, and the world had a new view of the most mysterious and powerful man in the world.

The worldly sword cultivator feels even more desperate.

They just felt that the peak of swordsmanship in front of them was even higher.

On the day when the Sect Master returned to the Sword Sect, everyone actually wanted to hold a celebration banquet for the Sect Master, but was rejected by the Sect Master. After that, the Sect Master went into seclusion again. Until now, there is no one like him. information.

"The sect master must have understood the sword that he never handed out during the battle with the Demon Emperor, so he didn't hand it out in a hurry. However, the sect master's sword is a bit stronger. Is it possible that he will do it next time? Are you going to fight the Demon Emperor in the Demon Realm?”

"What else? The sect leader's sword must be unique in the world. Not many people in the world are qualified to see it."

"Speaking of which, if the power of the sect leader's sword becomes even higher, is it possible to kill the Demon Emperor directly?"

"It's possible, of course it's possible."

After Yu Xiyi saw off his uncle Qiu Wanli, he carried wine and walked towards the back mountain alone. He was not going very fast, taking a sip of wine every few steps. When he arrived at the back mountain, he heard many disciples gossiping on the mountain road. .

Listening to these words, Yu Xiyi's expression became more solemn.

Those second and third generation disciples, after seeing Yu Xiyi, stopped to salute Yu Xiyi. Those who were closer to him were addressed as master and uncle, and those who were not close to him were naturally addressed as sword immortal.

Yu Xiyi nodded slightly, said nothing, and headed deep into the back mountain alone.

Halfway up the mountain, Yu Xiyi slowly stopped and glanced at the sea of ​​clouds outside the mountain.

The Jianzong is suspended between heaven and earth, with a myriad of phenomena. It can be said to be the weirdest, but also the most magnificent mountain gate in the world.

Yu Xiyi quickly averted his eyes and came to the deepest part of the back mountain. There was a cave there, not far away.

The place where the leader of the Sword Sect retreats is a forbidden area for the entire Sword Sect. Normally, no Sword Sect disciples will appear here. It’s not that there are people guarding here, but that this place is full of sword energy. For ordinary sword cultivators, just As I approached, I felt uncomfortable all over. As for walking into that cave, I am afraid that the entire Sword Sect, not even the great sword immortals who are in seclusion, dare not say that they are 100% sure.

Yu Xiyi came to the far side of the cave, took a deep breath, and then said softly, "Disciple Yu Xiyi, please see the sect master!"

There was silence.

Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then walked forward.

…

…

Outside Jian Zong, more than three hundred miles away, there is a mountain village, also hidden among the mountains. It has been farming for generations and has very little communication with the outside world.

Because it is located deep in the mountains, spring plowing here comes later than in other places. The farmers in the village wet the rice seedlings with water, tied them into handfuls, and threw them not far away. Other farmers took it away and planted it in the paddy fields.

This is rice transplanting.

Although it was not the first time for the farmers to transplant rice seedlings, they still did it carefully and did not dare to be sloppy. After all, this is related to the harvest of the year. If you don't pay attention when planting, then when the autumn harvest comes, it will affect the harvest of the next year. That’s enough food for the whole family for a whole year.

While these farmers were busy in the fields, under the shade of a tree not far away, there was a tall middle-aged man carrying a mahogany sword. He looked not far away with an indifferent expression, as if he was admiring the scene in front of him. Beautiful view of transplanting rice seedlings.

Unknowingly, it was noon, and the farmers in the fields got up one after another, washed the dirt on their legs with clean water at the edge of the field, then paired up and walked towards the village with cooking smoke in the distance.

In the end, there was only one farmer left. After planting the last rice seedling in his hand, he slowly stood up and didn't bother to clean the mud on his legs. Instead, he just walked barefoot towards the middle-aged man. .

"Where did the Taoist priest come from?"

After the dark-skinned man walked a few steps, he found someone standing here and greeted him warmly.

The middle-aged man was startled, and then he thought that he was carrying a mahogany sword, and it was reasonable for the farmer in front of him to recognize him as a Taoist priest.

He then glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a small food box under the shade of a tree. It was probably the farmer's lunch.

Looking at the farmer, the middle-aged man nodded slightly as a greeting.

The farmer came over and took out the food box. There were only a few steamed buns, a small plate of pickles, and a kettle. This was his lunch.

The farmer who was about to pick up a steamed bun and put it in his mouth thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Taoist priest, have you had lunch? How about we eat some together?"

The middle-aged man had his back turned to the farmer. He was not going to talk to him at first, but after thinking about it, he turned around and sat down facing the farmer. He took a steamed bun, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, whispering softly. Say "Thank you."

The farmer smiled and said, "A steamed bun is not worth saying thank you for. If the Taoist priest is not busy, I will finish planting the rice seedlings and come home with me. I will ask my mother-in-law to take out the remaining pieces of bacon from last year and treat them well." Taoist priest."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I won't bother you anymore."

The farmer didn't force himself. He just took a few bites of the steamed buns and then asked casually, "It seems that the Taoist Master has been here for a long time. What are you doing? Are you cultivating?"

road? "

The middle-aged man said calmly, "I'm watching you plant rice."

The farmer was startled and asked curiously, "What's so interesting about that?"

Now that he has said this, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment and asked softly, "After looking at it for a long time, I have a question. I wonder if it can be clarified?" 🄲

"If you have anything to say, just ask. We are farmers and don't know the truth. If we don't speak well, don't blame the Taoist priest."

Perhaps because he has never been out of this mountain for generations, the farmer actually doesn't know much about the situation outside the mountain, so he is not so afraid of the middle-aged man in front of him.

What’s more, it’s actually curiosity and yearning.

"I guess it's not the first time that you transplant rice every year, but I see that when you transplant rice, you don't seem casual, but rather cautious. Why is this?"

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. If you have done the same thing hundreds of times, you should know it by heart. Why should you be so serious?

The farmer laughed and said, "What the Taoist said is that you can't be careless about transplanting rice. Even if you do it many times, you still need to be careful. After all, transplanting is the beginning of the year, and you have to take care of it carefully throughout the year. If something goes wrong and the harvest this year is not enough, the whole family will be hungry next year.”

"We farmers don't understand other things, but there is an old saying that has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, how you treat the crops, the crops will do to you. We depend on the sky for food. How much rain does it rain, how many days are dry, and how many days are flooded throughout the year? God, this is not something we can control. All we can do is treat these crops with care and hope for a good harvest. Even if we want to, we can't control anything else. "

The middle-aged man asked, "So no matter how familiar it is, you should take it seriously every time?"

The farm man rubbed his head and smiled innocently, "Please have peace of mind."

The middle-aged man nodded.

But he then asked, "You have been farming for so many years. If the weather is good every year, can you guarantee a good harvest?"

"That's really not possible."

The farmer scratched his head and said, "After so many years of farming, I should have remembered everything clearly, but even in good years, there are always some things that I haven't done well. Think about it, all year round, time is so long For a long time, there is no one who doesn’t make mistakes every day, and you can see where there are crops. Sometimes if you don’t take care of it, something will happen easily. I believe the Taoist Master knows this better than me, so I won’t go into details.”

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "I understand."

The farmer gave a thumbs up to the middle-aged man and praised, "The Taoist Master knows a lot."

The middle-aged man said nothing, as if he had remembered something.

I don’t know how long it took, but after lunch, the farmer saw that the middle-aged man in front of him was still lost in thought, so he didn’t bother him, but got up and went to plant the remaining seedlings.

As he said, this time cannot be delayed. Once it is delayed, things will be delayed.

The days for transplanting rice seedlings last only a few days throughout the year. This is the experience left by our ancestors.

After that, he kept busy in the fields. When it got slightly dark, he got up early.

I wiped a handful of sweat from my sore waist, washed away the mud and walked up.

I originally thought that the Taoist priest had left long ago, but when I came to get the food box, I realized that the Taoist priest was still sitting here.

The farmer was startled, and then he tentatively said, "Taoist Master..."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses, glanced at the farmer in front of him, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The farmer looked confused and confused, but he quickly came to his senses and glanced at the Taoist priest in front of him, feeling a little hesitant.

The middle-aged man said, "But it doesn't hurt."

The farmer was a little embarrassed and said, "Taoist Master, since we meet each other, can you leave a few peace charms to keep us safe?"

Taoist priests outside the mountains are naturally proficient in this kind of thing, and farmers are also aware of it.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to draw talismans."

The farmer's face darkened and he felt a little disappointed, but fortunately he was about to speak soon. However, before he could speak, the middle-aged man suddenly stretched out his hand, and a leaf fell from the tree. The middle-aged man stretched out his finger and wiped it on the leaf. The white line left a small mark on the leaf. If you look closely, it should be a sword.

"If you want to keep safe, this should be more useful than the Peace Talisman."

The middle-aged man handed the leaf to the farmer and said, "Put it at home. If there is any crisis, hold this thing in your hand. It will probably... be of some use."

The farmer reached out and took the leaf as if he had found a treasure, with a grateful face, "Thank you, Master, thank you so much, Master. It's getting late, so I might as well come tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I'm going down the mountain."

Afterwards, the middle-aged man in front of him took out a lantern from nowhere, and walked down the mountain with it.

Seeing this scene, the farmer firmly believed that the Taoist priest in front of him was not a mortal, so he cherished the leaf in his hand even more.

…

…

The middle-aged man walked down the mountain with his sword on his back. Holding a lantern, he walked slowly and silently. Halfway through, he stopped in front of a certain tree and then said slowly, "When I was young, I practiced swordsmanship. I used ten points when I had ten points of strength. I passed the sword more than ten thousand times a day." ? Then the swordsmanship progressed rapidly. After Wangyou, how could he pass the sword ten thousand times again when he was young? The sword energy moved cautiously at first, but then became more and more casual. Even an ordinary farmer would not dare to treat his crops like this. I claim to be the best in swordsmanship in the world, but I think so lightly of the word swordsmanship. How can I be qualified to understand that sword?"

There are tens of thousands of swordsmen in the world, but there is only one person who can consider himself and be recognized as the best in swordsmanship.

The Sword Sect leader's thoughts moved slightly, and Yuan Shi, the Tao Sect's No. 1 sword behind him, hovered in front of him.

The master of the Sword Sect looked at this mahogany sword, which was regarded as a treasure by Taoist monks all over the world. He was silent for a moment and gently held the handle of the sword.

The peach wood sword looks ordinary. Although it is said to be the most treasured treasure of the Taoist sect, in fact, it is still a sword. It trembled after being held by the master of the Sword Sect.

Between heaven and earth, the mysterious aura and the sword aura intertwined. The master of the Sword Sect remained silent. After a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, released the hilt of the sword, and raised his head slightly.

The figure dissipated and went to Jianqi Mountain.