The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

The spiritual spring water was cool and clear, but it didn't make people feel icy cold. The whole person was immersed in the extremely clean spiritual spring, which was constantly producing new spring water. The majestic spiritual energy and vitality in the spring water kept swarming towards Xuanyuan, sinking into his body, and then being absorbed by Xuanyuan.

He was like a bottomless pit. No matter how much spiritual energy came, it couldn't fill the bottom. No matter how high the level of this spring was, how much spring water was produced by the spring every moment, Xuanyuan had always been absorbing the surging spiritual energy and vitality without any rejection, and he didn't even have the burden of absorbing these forces.

As the clear and clean spring water surged around him, Xuanyuan suddenly felt that the alcohol smell on his body had all dissipated. The constantly purified spring water took away the strong and obvious alcohol smell on his body, leaving a clean area. Xuanyuan closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the surge of the spring water beside him, with a peaceful and calm heart.

The clear, delicate, gentle and moist spring water flows and surges, washing away all the dust on Xuanyuan's body and the fatigue from this not-so-short journey, calming his mind, washing away the fatigue in his heart bit by bit, and making him energetic again. He is looking forward to the next journey with a refreshed spirit.

Xuanyuan bathes in the moist spiritual spring, and his long black hair is also immersed in the cool spring water. As the central spring of the spiritual spring surges from time to time to produce new spring water, his hair gently floats in the spring water, creating beautiful ripples. His black hair is like a waterfall, and the length has reached his ankles.

Xuan Yuan raised his hand to lift a strand of his long hair. After gesturing for a while, he found that the length of his hair was much longer than when he left the cultivation world. He couldn't help but raise his long eyebrows slightly, revealing a bit of entanglement. He gently sighed, with a tone of hesitation and hesitation, and frowned slightly and said: "It seems to be too long, how about I cut it shorter?"

Since ascending and leaving the cultivation world, Xuan Yuan did not use his real body when he was in the main god space. Most of the time, he kept his body in the soul, or in the core of the mustard seed space. He rarely cared about his body. So unknowingly, Xuan Yuan's hair grew longer and longer, and now it has reached his ankles.

Xuan Yuan himself did not have much opinion on this long hair. Xuan Yuan did not care about the impact of the length of his hair on his image. With Xuan Yuan's cultivation and strength, the length of his hair could not affect his strength, so it didn't matter whether he cut it short or kept it long. It just depended on which one he thought was more convenient.

Although it is said that the body and hair are inherited from parents, it is best not to damage them easily, but Xuanyuan was an orphan who didn't even know who his parents were before he embarked on the path of cultivation. After embarking on the path of cultivation, he didn't believe in this. Therefore, he just hesitated for a moment and immediately made the decision to cut his long hair short. After all, it was really a bit uncomfortable to drag a head of hair that was long to the ankles.

With a slap on the surface of the spiritual spring, Xuanyuan jumped out of the spiritual spring directly and landed on the forget-me-not grass beside the spiritual spring. He stepped barefoot on the forget-me-not grass with dots of fireflies on the leaves. Xuanyuan raised his hand and a new set of inner shirt and outer robe flew over and fell beside him. He grabbed a corner of the robe with both hands, and Xuanyuan shook his hands and put on the long robe with a black background and silver patterns again.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his gaze swept across the pile of clothes piled up beside the spiritual spring. Xuan Yuan raised his right hand and clapped it casually, and a beam of true fire was directly shot out. The golden, extremely hot burning true fire fell on the pile of clothes placed beside the spiritual spring, and the flames flowed, and immediately burned the clothes made of extraordinary materials to ashes.

He raised his hand to tidy up the ink-black hair draped behind him. Because he had just come out of the spiritual spring, Xuan Yuan's black hair was wet. His slender right hand brushed across the thick black hair covered with water vapor, and suddenly, the black hair that was originally condensed with water vapor suddenly became dry, without a trace of moisture.

After his hair dried, Xuan Yuan touched his black hair and tried to measure it. He felt the length of his hair more intuitively than when he was soaking in the spiritual spring. He couldn't help but feel that his hair was a little too long now, and he became more determined to cut it short - otherwise, if he continued to let it go, Xuan Yuan felt that his hair would drag on the ground, which would be too strange.

The index finger of his right hand, which was stroking the black hair, trembled lightly. The Sky-breaking Sword, which had been dormant in his Dantian and slowly and silently digesting the changes brought about by the last re-refining, suddenly rushed out of Xuan Yuan's Dantian and fell directly beside Xuan Yuan. The sword body was black all over, and the heavy sword had no edge, but the sword energy lingering on the tip of the sword was sharp and cold.

With his right hand spread out, the sword Po Xiao, with its roaring sword energy, immediately flew obediently into Xuan Yuan's palm. Xuan Yuan was planning to use the Po Xiao sword to cut his hair short. He estimated that cutting it to the waist would be enough. If it was shorter, Xuan Yuan would not be used to it. Although there were many modern people with short hair in the mission world, his body was still used to long hair.

As for why he had to use his own natal flying sword Po Xiao sword as a haircutting tool, it was not that Xuan Yuan had to take out the Po Xiao sword and shake it around, but after thinking about it, he also thought that only the Po Xiao sword could easily cut his hair. If he used other tools, Xuan Yuan was really worried that his hair would break the blade of the tool.

The higher the level of a cultivator's cultivation, the more he cultivates, and there is no part of his body that has not been cleansed and tempered by spiritual energy. In the later stage, even cultivators who are not practicing physical cultivation have very strong bodies. Although they cannot withstand magic weapons like physical cultivation, weaker attacks will not cause any impact on them.

Like Xuanyuan, because he is a sword cultivator, his realm has long surpassed the unity of man and sword. While tempering his life-long flying sword, he is also tempering and polishing himself. With Xuanyuan's current level of cultivation, he just stands there and allows people to attack him. He can completely ignore the attacks launched by cultivators below the Mahayana stage, unless the number reaches a certain point and the quantitative change causes a qualitative change.

As Xuanyuan's body was constantly tempered and strengthened with the improvement of his cultivation, his hair was also constantly tempered. Each strand was extremely flexible. Even if you pulled it directly with your hands, you might not be able to pull it. Using ordinary knives to cut it would be more difficult than cutting steel wire. Even if the blade broke, there might not be any results.

Holding the Sky-breaking Sword in his right hand, Xuanyuan scooped up a palm full of cloud-like black hair. After comparing the length and the place to be cut short, he shook his right wrist lightly and cut off the long hair that was as long as his ankles. The long hair that was cut and fell down was about one meter long, which was almost cut in the middle. The hair after being cut short reached the waist and hips, and the length was still within the range that Xuanyuan could accept.

After being released from the Dantian, the Sky-Breaking Sword was unwilling to go back. Sensing the Sword's little thoughts, Xuanyuan had to do as it pleased, loosening the hilt and letting it move freely in the mustard seed space, running wild as it wanted.

After Xuanyuan let go, the Sky-Breaking Sword, which had been detained in the Dantian for a while, was like a child who had been given a chance to go out for some time. It flew around freely in the mustard seed space, and the crisp sound of the sword echoed in the mustard seed space, one after another, revealing the extreme joy and happiness.

Letting the Sky-Breaking Sword run wild, Xuanyuan thought that Yang Xuanzhi would have to retreat at the bottom of the pond for several days to stabilize his cultivation. Even if he left the mustard seed space, he would not be able to meet anyone. So he simply did not plan to leave the mustard seed space, but concentrated on being a "farmer" in the mustard seed space - a batch of forget-me-nots that he had grown by spending a portion of Xiran to transform the mustard seed space were ripe and ready to be picked.

Mengpo soup made with forget-me-not grass as the main ingredient was not very effective for Xuanyuan, probably because he had no worries and past that he wanted to forget, so no matter how many bowls of Mengpo soup Xuanyuan drank, he still remembered everything clearly without missing a single thing. For him, Mengpo soup was more of a calming effect, forgetting worries and relieving sorrows.

Although there was no way to experience the true effect of Mengpo soup in person, it was more suitable for Xuanyuan. It made sense for the dead soul to reincarnate and drink Mengpo soup to forget the past, but if this was not the case, then forgetting the past by using Mengpo soup would be a bit of an escape.

Xuanyuan never thought that there was any memory that was difficult for him to accept, and he had to take the step of forgetting and escaping. No matter how much pain, torture, even shame, sadness, and hatred he had experienced in the past, Xuanyuan could face all the memories of the past calmly, and he would never go to the point of forgetting all those memories.

Because he always believed that there was nothing to escape from in the past. Maybe there were indeed many painful things in the past, but it was these pains that made me who I am today. Choosing to forget the memories of the past and give up everything is equivalent to myself. Xuanyuan will never do such a thing.

The forget-me-nots planted by Xuanyuan under the tree of life stretched out for a large area. The number of mature forget-me-nots was very large. He spent a long time to collect all the mature forget-me-nots, and made all the forget-me-nots into Mengpo soup medicine bags according to the recipe of Mengpo soup given to him by Mengpo. If you want to drink Mengpo soup, just throw the medicine bags into the pot and boil the soup.

By the time all the forget-me-nots were dealt with, it was unknown how many days had passed. Once this person got busy, time was like sand on the fingertips, and a large area flowed away unknowingly. Xuanyuan thought that it had been so long, Yang Xuanzhi should have completely stabilized his cultivation and came out of seclusion from the bottom of the deep pool.

——When Yang Xuanzhi was still only practicing martial arts, he had a limited time to stay underwater while holding his breath, but when he successfully embarked on the path of cultivation and began to practice Taoism, the spiritual power in his body was endless and endless, and he could stay at the bottom of the deep pool until the end of time.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan immediately left the mustard seed space and returned to the cold pool with a flat surface and clear blue water. As soon as he arrived at the cold pool, Xuanyuan saw Yang Xuanzhi sitting cross-legged on a stone by the pool. He did not meditate and practice, but lowered his eyes slightly, thinking about something thoughtfully, with a slightly dazed look on his handsome face.

Noticing Xuanyuan's appearance, Yang Xuanzhi raised his eyes and looked at him, and said directly: "I have decided to go to the world of cultivation."