The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

Song Song insisted on staying in Xuantianmen as the head, Lin Cheng gave him face, but privately ordered everyone to be more harsh on him.

As the headmaster, he has no real power. The number of spirit stones and spirit grasses in the collar is even less than that of ordinary disciples, and the clothes they wear are all made of stitches. Fortunately, his talent is excellent, and he is still constantly improving. At the beginning, he would still have a conflict with Lin Cheng, and the people Xuan Cheng left him hinted that he had to be patient. With his talent, he would one day surpass Lin Cheng.

He never married Song Qian, because Lin Cheng said that Song Qian's qualifications were not worthy of him as the head.

Lin Cheng reduced Song Qian to a handyman, cleaning the Xuantian Gate every day. Song Song wanted to find Lin Cheng's theory, but everyone stopped him and told him to endure, to endure.

For 20 years, he thought that he would suffer more and more, but the strange thing was that people's bottom line seemed to drop again and again.

At first, Lin Cheng asked him to kneel and wipe the floor of his room. He wanted to draw his sword, but after 20 years of enduring it, Lin Cheng asked him to lick the soles of his shoes. He felt that it was not so unbearable?

He was humiliated by Lin Cheng, beaten by Lin Cheng, and after he was beaten, he respectfully asked him to be the leader, giving him a stick and a sweet date. He just had to be obedient and everything was fine.

So everything seems to have become a habit.

Song Qian cried and asked him why he didn't draw his sword and why he had to endure. He took Song Qian's hand, as if telling himself to endure.

Endure until he is stronger than him, endure until he can kill him.

Seeing Song Song being silent day by day and losing the spirit of the past day by day, both Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen frowned.

"Jianxiu couldn't bear the word," Qin Zichen said with worry: "Lin Cheng did this to destroy his Taoism."

A sword cultivator's dao heart is to learn how to draw a sword. Lin Cheng wears off Song Song's spirit little by little. One year, ten years, one hundred years, Song Song will endure and endure again and again. A thing of habit.

"Then what if it was you?" Su Qingyi turned to look at him, and couldn't help laughing: "Can the peak master draw his sword when he is in his place?"

Qin Zichen was silent, when Su Qingyi thought he would not answer, he suddenly said, "Draw the sword."

Su Qingyi raised his head suddenly, Qin Zichen's brows were indifferent: "Fifty years ago, I thought I could not draw the sword. But then I realized that the road to sword cultivation has no way to go except to draw the sword. Now that I have cultivated the Tao, how can I take care of it? Life and death?"

"My heart is here. Only by drawing the sword can a breakthrough be possible. If you don't draw the sword, you are just a frog in warm water. After a few years, you will still be dead. You will die in an embarrassing manner."

"Exactly." Su Qingyi nodded, Qin Zichen looked up at the sky and frowned, "When exactly can we go out?"

"In a hurry?" Su Qingyi smiled and raised her head, Qin Zichen was a little surprised. In such an environment, why is this person still in a hurry? He couldn't help but be silent for a moment: "Tell me the truth," he said earnestly: "What level are you in Fu Xiu?"

The level of Fu Xiu and Jianxiu cannot be judged purely from his cultivation. After hearing Qin Zichen's words, Su Qingyi's expression froze, then blinked and said, "Guess?"

You don't need to guess to know that she must have some adventures that cannot be told to others.

So he frowned: "Why did you come to Tianjianzong?"

Su Qingyi couldn't answer, she lowered her face and said coldly, "Peak Master, everyone has their own secrets, anyway, I won't harm Heavenly Sword Sect."

Qin Zichen nodded, no longer asked any more questions, turned his head and said, "Why are we stuck here all the time? How about I take another sword?"

"It can't be split." Su Qingyi sneered: "This is the echo formation that Song Song used his life to set up. The formation he used his life to set up, you split it with one sword, how sorry for the sacrifice of others?"

"Echo array?"

"It's a very simple formation," Su Qingyi said with a cold expression, "the opponents are not harmed, the people trapped in the formation can leave after reading the memories the opponent wants you to see. One year in the formation is equal to half an hour outside the formation. He didn't mean anything, he just wanted to trap us."

Qin Zichen didn't speak, Song Song sat in the room to practice, but no matter what, he couldn't take another step above Jindan.

Not long after, a disciple hurried in and said anxiously, "Sect Master, it's not good," Song Song opened his eyes, the disciple knelt on the ground, shivering: "Senior Sister Song Qian... was taken to the punishment hall! "

Song Song suddenly stood up and rushed towards the punishment hall.

When he came to the punishment hall, there were disciples all over the mountain standing in front of the punishment hall. Song Qian was pressed down on her knees. Her clothes were torn apart, revealing her fair shoulders and half of her chest. He kept yelling: "Lin Cheng, you old man, you still want to frame me if you can't insult me..."

Lin Cheng sat on the high hall and smiled slightly: "I humiliate you? You don't even look at your beauty and identity, just like you, you are not worthy of being a cauldron for this seat!"

As he said that, he raised his head, saw Song Song at the door, and smiled: "Nephew Song Xian is here, since he is here, let's take care of this time. Let's talk about this, and I also feel the face. There is no light in the sky. You... fiancee," he clenched these three words word by word: "She intends to seduce this seat, and she is still drugging on this seat, and this is what she will do next, presumably Song Xian nephew will not Would you care?"

"I didn't! No!" Song Qian screamed, Song Song didn't dare to speak, Lin Cheng smiled and said, "Since Xian Nephew Song doesn't speak, then this seat will help Xian Nephew Song punish him. One person here, one sword, don't hurt If you have muscles and bones, let's teach this **** a lesson."

No one dared to move, Song Qian was still yelling, Lin Chengjian flew out of her hand and slashed through Song Qian's skin. Song Qian was stunned for a moment, the audience was silent, and then a woman's voice shouted: "What are you afraid of, aren't you just a slut? He was adopted and hooked up with the boss, so why are you pretending to be arrogant!"

"Okay," Lin Cheng nodded and applauded, and threw a pill into the woman's hand: "Tell the truth, I like it very much."

Seeing such a battle, everyone understood the direction of the wind. Swords flew out from the hands of the disciples, everyone yelled, and the more they cursed, the more indignant they felt, as if there was really a hateful woman in the middle. Qian knelt on the spot, and within a moment, became bloody.

She seemed to be drowning in blood, Song Song stared blankly, his sword screamed desperately, and the girl in front of him just stared at him, all begging.

draw sword...

draw sword...

Draw your sword! !

There seemed to be something roaring in the girl's eyes, but he didn't dare to move, he desperately thought, if he had to endure, he had to endure. Everyone's swords were stained with blood. Song Qian couldn't hold it, and fell to the ground. Lin Cheng looked up at Song Song, smiled and said, "What, nephew Song, can't bear it?"

Song Song opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. The girl in blood on the ground struggled to get up, and in the silence of everyone, she straightened up little by little.

She was covered in blood, unable to see her original face, and walked towards Song Song step by step with difficulty, as if she had been reborn from the sea of ​​blood.

Every step of hers fell on his heart, Song Song trembled all over, and the girl walked up to her, her eyes fixed on him, her hand clinging to his hand holding the sword, and a low voice: "Draw the sword."

"Aqian..." Song Song's heart was full of fear, and Song Qian shouted loudly: "Why do you learn swordsmanship! What is your way! You don't love me, you say you want to protect me, you say you want to protect you The Xuantianmen left by your father, can't you even draw your sword today?! Draw the sword! I will let you draw the sword!"

"Nephew Song," Lin Cheng took a sip of tea: "If you don't draw your sword, I will do it."

Song Song tightened his pupils sharply, and before Lin Cheng shot, he finally drew his sword.

"I'm sorry..." He shuddered, swiping his sword across her arm.

Such a light sword made Song Qian show a desperate expression.

"You're not my brother..." She smiled and said, "Song Song, your way is ruined."

Something suddenly collapsed in his heart, he closed his eyes tremblingly, and shouted: "You made such a big mistake today, but you still don't want to repent. Song Qian, you go to Siweiya and stay at the cliff!"

After saying that, he knelt in front of Lin Cheng and said sincerely, "Elder Lin, Aqian is still young, and if there is any offense, I hope the elder will forgive Song Song's face."

Lin Cheng smiled without saying a word, waved his hand, and let everyone disperse. A disciple came and pulled Song Qian down. Before Song Qian left, she stared at him.

Song Qian's eyes before leaving tormented him, he thought, if Song Qian was locked in Siguoya, Lin Cheng should let her go. So he kept huddled in his room and never went to the Sisuanya. One month, two months, when the snow fell at the beginning of that year, he heard someone knocking on the window.

He opened the window and saw Song Qian. She glowed with radiance, looked at him tenderly, and called him like a young girl: "Brother."

He was stunned for a while, and a huge panic attacked his heart. The little girl reached out to him and put her hand on his cheek: "Brother," she said, "you are alone, take good care of yourself. I'll go. already."

As she spoke, her soul suddenly shattered and scattered in the snow. He called out her name, and then rushed to Siguo Cliff like a madman.

Thought the cliff was filled with snow and snow, and there was no sign of her. He looked for her everywhere, inch by inch. That day, the snow was so heavy that it fell on his shoulders. Finally, he found her in a cave. Trembling and hugging her corpse, her mind is full of the appearance of her body covered in blood coming towards him.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword!

What to be afraid of to live, what to be afraid of to die, wait for him to have strength, say what to bear humiliation and bear the burden!

He doesn't want anything, he doesn't care about anything, he only needs one thing, kill Lin Cheng and kill all the people who have insulted her!

The golden light burst from him, and after twenty years, he finally gave birth to a baby.

small theater:

One day, Su Qingyi went to see Qin Zichen training his disciples.

In the martial arts field, Qin Zichen shouted to his disciples, "Call me, draw your sword, draw your sword, draw your sword!"

The disciples followed and shouted, their voices soaring.

When Qin Zichen came back, Su Qingyi asked why he shouted to draw his sword.

Qin Zichen: "According to my many years of experience in animation, novels and various actual combats, this slogan is used for inadvertent upgrades. If you shout, you will probably upgrade..."

Su Qingyi: "Do you have a shadow on Song Song's marriage to a baby?"

Qin Zichen: "..."

Su Qingyi nodded: "Indeed, it takes a lot of luck for such a person to have a baby."

As soon as the words were finished, the wind was howling, and a giant dragon stared at Su Qingyi by the window, shouting in a low voice, "Don't speak ill of my brother!"

Su Qingyi immediately looked at Qin Zichen: "Close the door and bite her!"

Thunder fell from the sky, and clusters of small lightning flashed on Qin Zichen's fingertips: "Oh."

The people who eat melons such as Flashy, Lali, and Ice Cream immediately replied: "Peak Master, Xie Hantan is pretending to be on the top of the mountain again!"

Can be hacked.