Our cultivator in the village

Chapter 63
It was almost in the early hours of the night that Wei Jiang dragged the big blade up to Guiyun Peak.

When he reached the peak, Wei Jiang's bones seemed to be broken into pieces, and he didn't even have the strength to moan.At this time, the exhaustion had reached the extreme, Wei Jiang ignored the bloody pain in his hands, and fell into a deep sleep holding the Dutian Saber.

In my sleep, it was the time of the war between the demons and the heavenly demons.

Under the vast starry sky, the air of immortals and demons filled a boundless wasteland, conflicting up and down, almost boiling.

Looking from a distance, the tide of heavenly demons and the sea of ​​monks from the heavens, in the collision of blood and fire, individual figures fell down one after another like a knife cutting wheat.

The wilderness is covered with blood and bones, which is shocking.

The flames of war did not stop, burning all over one star field after another.

The sky is in chaos, the starry sky is no longer bright, it is all blood.

I saw a man with a beard two feet long, a face like a jujube, and lips like fat.Danfeng eyes, crouching silkworm eyebrows, majestic appearance, majestic, and a tall horse under the crotch, extremely brave.

The man shouted angrily, and the horse's hooves leaped high. After a long neigh, the man swung his saber across, and a divine light with the power of law swept away the fairy spirit within a hundred feet, and was born in the void. Cut a black crack in the middle.

Wherever the fissure goes, everything becomes dust and becomes invisible.

This person rode one by one, entered and exited the demon soldiers several times, as if there was no one around, killing the demon soldiers and fleeing one after another.

Among the demon soldiers, a woman sat cross-legged on top of a giant blue kun.

Two strange dark red pointed magic lines ran down her shattered cheeks until they reached the cheeks; in the left golden and right blue pupils, boundless profundity and arrogance appeared in her pair of monster pupils at the same time. flashes in .

In the middle of the forehead, several black flame-like magic lines surround a vertical pupil, as deep as a dream.

Purity and coquettishness, tranquility and fanaticism, several completely opposite temperaments appeared on this woman at the same time, making this woman even more mysterious and noble.

The woman opened her mouth slightly, tapped her middle finger slightly, and called out "Ding".Just as the person raised his sword to invite a fight, a cage of white bones glowing with blue light appeared out of thin air, including people and horses, covering this person tightly.

This person remained calm in the face of danger, he slapped the breastplate on his body, and suddenly there were thousands of golden lights on his body, and the bones as thick as thighs slowly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye under the golden light.The woman called out another thunder, and suddenly saw a crimson thunderbolt tearing apart the overlapping black sky, and smashing down without warning.

Each sound was accompanied by a scream.

It turned out that before every thunderbolt fell, there was a demon leader who chanted a spell and turned into ashes, and then the black thunder light hit the head of this person continuously like raindrops.

A poor unrivaled general was reduced to ashes in the monstrous black magic thunder, leaving only a black sword lying quietly in the wilderness.

From heaven to earth, from immortal to demon.This big sword has been struck by lightning, soaked in water, burned by fire, stained by dust, and sealed layer by layer. This sword has no quality or rank.

A hundred years of vicissitudes, for this big sword, but a flick of a finger.

The so-called pearls and jades are dusty and cannot hide their light.One day, there was a down-and-out scholar who traveled all over China in a bright green shirt.

In an unnamed deep mountain, by the side of an unnamed deep pool, the scholar was really tired from walking, so he stretched his feet into the pool, stimulated by the cold water, the scholar almost groaned comfortably.

"Such stinky feet, full of dirty beriberi, dare to defile my body!"

The divine knife was furious, and a trace of spiritual thought stirred the pool water, stirring up a huge wave, and beat the scholar like a drowned rat.

This scholar is not a mortal, a ray of spiritual consciousness reached the bottom of the pool, and finally found this big knife.

The scholar worked so hard to pick up the big knife.He built another thatched hut beside the Tan, spent seven days, and finally persuaded the big knife to follow him.

"If you are not deeply involved in the world, I will take you to see the prosperity of the world; if your heart has gone through vicissitudes, I will accompany you on the merry-go-round." It was this sentence that moved this magic knife that does not enter.

A divine thought from the magic knife came out: "I have been with you for 30 years, waiting for someone who is destined."
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When Wei Jiang woke up the next day, he had completely forgotten the big dream.Without even washing his face, he sat cross-legged beside the big sword, thinking about how to make the Dutian sword recognize its master.

Wei Jiang thought to himself, according to Master Qingxuan, this big sword is also a magic weapon with enlightened spiritual consciousness, almost like a chaotic child.Regarding this kind, Wei Jiang has the most experience, isn't it just coaxing and deceiving, even being frightened?
The first trick is to coax.

It's a pity that this knife does not eat or drink, but it is also worthy of incense!
So Wei Jiang put the big knife on the table, and found a large bundle of incense sticks from his senior brother, and put it in a full furnace.In the smoke and fire, Wei Jiang picked up the "Blessing Fragrance Mantra" that he hadn't recited for several months: "The Tao is learned from the heart, the false incense is passed on from the heart, the incense is burned in the jade furnace, and the heart is kept in front of the emperor. , Your minister Guan told you, it will reach nine days..." He said again: "A stick of fine incense spreads all over the ten directions, and the gods and immortals of the ten directions come down to the Taoist field." Weapons, clang clang clang..."

After all, it's all nonsense.

After reading for half a day, Wei Jiang's mouth was dry, thinking that if he didn't get in, the big knife would be touched by him, so a ray of true spirit penetrated through the handle of the big knife, and explored for half a day. This big sword is still a big sword, Weijiang is still Weijiang, and the induction has not been established at all.

Wei Jiang was not a patient person at all, if he was asked to find someone to say nice things to him, he would scold his mother if he couldn't do it in three sentences.At this moment, he was even more vicious, and with all his strength, he dragged the crossing sword to a latrine beside the farmland behind the mountain.

He pointed at the bubbling stool in the latrine and said, "You stinky knife, if you refuse to talk to me, I will throw it into this latrine and soak it for three days and three nights, making you smell better than me. Three thousand talismans to suppress you! A pile of stinky shit clogs your eyes, first tell me if you are afraid!"

The sword flashed red, buzzed, and returned to its original appearance.

Seeing something interesting, Wei Jiang pointed to the maggots wriggling everywhere in the latrine and said, "I know that you used to know all good men, but today is different. If a tiger falls in Pingyang, you will be bullied by dogs. You have to coil! Don’t be dissatisfied, you are not convinced, do you have the guts to grow a foot for me to run away? Grow wings for me to fly?”

The more Wei Jiang said, the more proud he was, and he foamed and said: "If you don't listen to me, I will kick you down the latrine, and these dirty things will slap you on your body, making you flustered and making you Smoke from seven orifices...you talk about you first, are you afraid?"

The broadsword vibrated violently, and a red line snaked down from the tip of the knife. Wei Jiang thought there was something to be done, so he held the handle of the knife, and a breath of true spirit penetrated in.

Mother Wei Jiang yelled, this knife is about to explode!
Wei Jiang cried for his father and mother, and hurriedly begged: "Brother, don't do this, it's up to you to discuss, don't frighten the little brother at every turn, okay?"

Wei Jiang has nothing to do, Xin Dao said that most of the day has passed, this magic knife has no sense at all, and it will be taken back by Master Qingxuan in two days, what should I do?

At this moment, a crisp voice outside said: "Wei Jiang, is Wei Jiang here, Miss Ben came to see your knife."

Wei Jiang turned his head and saw Xiao Yuqing waving outside.

If it was normal, Wei Jiang would have nodded and bowed, and would have gone out to greet him. At this time, he was in a bad mood, and said in a low voice, "This knife is even more grandpa than grandpa. It's not at all, Mr. Bird!"

The greatest joy in Xiao Yuqing's life was seeing Wei Jiang suffer. She said, "Let's take a look," while coming in from the outside, and said, "Daddy said, this knife can't be hard, it has to be Soft."

Wei Jiang saw that the eldest lady was like a willow supporting the wind, she came in with her slender waist twisted, and she hadn't put down the Xiyu sword in her hand, so she suddenly had a plan in her mind.

He yelled: "Stop!" Xiao Yuqing stood beside her as if she had been immobilized, motionless.

She was actually curious, so she saw Wei Jiang put his hands together, clamping the blade of the Dutian Knife, and closed his eyes slightly. After a while, he saw the big knife humming, and it moved slightly. Jiang took it lightly and skillfully, and took it off the incense table.

The Xiyu sword in her hand was beating violently, and with a clang, it almost jumped out of her hand.

The girl opened her mouth wide and said in her heart, "What the hell is this? I just said no, now it's all right?"

Wei Jiang proudly said: "Who says I can't do it, isn't this all right?"

It turned out that when Wei Jiang saw the Xi Yu Sword in Xiao Yuqing's hand, he had a plan. He passed on a spiritual sense:
"Look at this girl, isn't she beautiful? She is my wife who has never been married!"

"Look at the sword in this girl's hand. It's also beautiful. It's my wife's sword! It's called Xiyu Sword! The name sounds terrible."

"Hey, if you follow me, I'll make you and that Xi Yujian a pair. From now on, we will live together and fly together, how happy are you?"

"One is not enough? I promise you, as long as you stay with me, whatever magical weapon, as long as it is a mother's, whichever one you fancy, I will snatch it for you! Let you Sangong and Liuyuan, big wife and young wife, black and white A bunch of knots? Is that okay?"

"Promise me earlier, wouldn't it be good?"

"After working for a long time, what kind of magical weapon is also a pervert!" Wei Jiang spat.

　Let me tell you the unfortunate news that this book signing was also rejected on another platform.

　　I was also rejected 3 times in a row, once for 8000 words, and once for 2 words. If I voted inside, I would say "Your work does not meet the requirements."

　　In what era, is the threshold so high for a spam article?
　　Back then, I was also on the Zongheng 17173 forum, Changjiang Literature published works, and Legendary Literature became the writer of the martial arts column, but now I have been reduced to a situation where I can't compete with middle school students for food?

　　Alas, I can only say that Lian Po is old and can't eat anymore.

　　Times are different.

　　Tell everyone that I may have to open a new question, and I am really reluctant.

　　If you don't write about what children love to read and what is trendy, you can't go on the road of online writing.

　　This book will be updated until Guiyimen is destroyed and Weijiang goes down the mountain to start a new journey.

　　I will keep it for a long time, but I will definitely continue to finish this book, but at that time, I must be qualified to negotiate with the editor.

　　Hope not too long.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)