It means Jiuxiaoxu long sword

Chapter One

The cold night is getting darker, and the stars are drooping.

The moon is shining into the mountains, and there are various lights flashing by from time to time between the mountains.

And between these escaping lights, there is a small and exquisite spirit boat wandering leisurely in it.The body of the boat was firmly protected by a large protective array. From the outside, two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen standing quietly on the deck, inseparable from each other.

"Grandpa, why are they flying so fast?" On the spirit boat, an immature boy with long curly hair grabbed the hem of the white-haired old man beside him and asked, pointing at Jian Guang flying past the sky.

"The ones that fly extremely fast are called Jianxiu." The old man smiled lovingly and reached out to rub the top of the girl's fluffy head. In this year, you can also be like them, one person and one sword, and you can fly freely!"

Chu Li's eyes were wide open, full of confusion: "Grandpa, what is a sword cultivator?"

"There are thousands of cultivators in this world, and the so-called sword cultivator is just one of them." The old man raised his head slightly, looking up at the thousands of stars in the night sky, "There are thousands of cultivators, and the most prosperous one in millions of years is the Dharma cultivator." Xiu. It’s not that the way of the sword is on the decline, it’s just that it’s much harder to enter the way with the sword than other ways. So over the years, fewer and fewer monks choose to practice the sword. But you should know, A Li, that at the same time Among the ranks, the sword cultivator is almost invincible, so once the sword cultivator has achieved success, he will definitely become a great power and be admired by thousands of people."

"Then Ah Li will also become a swordsman in the future!" Chu Li jumped up and down excitedly, "I also want to become a powerful monk like my father and mother!"

The old man's face was slightly startled, and he didn't know if he remembered some hurtful past, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"A Li still remembers his father and mother?"

Chu Li nodded: "I remember, I still remember that mother and father often watched peach blossoms in the small yard in front of the mountain! It's just grandpa, why didn't mother and father come back after leaving for so long? Are they Don't want to leave?"

The old man forced a smile, took out a hairpin made of peach wood from the Sumeru Ring, and gently inserted it into the small hairpin on Chu Li's head: "How could it be? They just went to a far, far away place It's just that I can't come back for the time being. You see, this hairpin is your birthday gift from your mother, which shows that your mother and father haven't forgotten you at all."

"Really?" Chu Li blinked curiously, and the old man just gently pulled Chu Li into his arms, smiling without saying a word.

Five or six years old is active, but after a day's long journey, he can't help but lean against the old man's chest and fall asleep.

The old man lowered his eyes, and affectionately brushed the broken hair on Chu Li's forehead behind his ears.

That leisurely sigh seemed so abrupt in this quiet night.

After all, he was too young to know the cruelty of this world.

It's just that I don't know if when you grow up, you will hold grudges because of your grandfather's concealment today.

"It's a pity that you are the root of five spirits, and I don't know if there is any real person who is willing to accept you..."

"Boom—"

"Who?" The old man was slightly stunned, and cautiously used his divine sense to check the situation outside the spirit boat.

Unexpectedly, just as the spiritual consciousness was protected from the protective formation, it was wrapped in a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

"It's an evil cultivator!"

"Boom-boom-"

The formation was still constantly being bombarded. Enduring the pain of being cut off from his consciousness, the old man squeezed a formula in Chu Li's ear to isolate her hearing, and then sent her to the boat to face the foreign enemy alone.

The comer is not good, and if he can cut off his own consciousness with one move, his cultivation must be higher than his own.

The old man's expression gradually became dignified, with one hand holding the formation plate, and the other hand pinching the magic formula, which made the formation move rapidly.

"Catch it with nothing, maybe if I am happy, I can leave you with a whole body!"

The gloomy voice passed through the formation and echoed leisurely in the ears of the old man.

Seeing that the old man remained silent, the evil cultivators outside actually laughed ferociously, and then raised the soul-calling banner with one hand, attracting countless evil spirits to attack the formation.

"Nine Soul Palace!" The old man was startled, and he didn't know how long this formation could last.

But time is running out, and in the midst of flying fingers, several formulas are actually typed out, blessing on the array.

"Small tricks. Since you are determined to resist, don't blame me for being cruel."

Xiexiu stretched his hands, and countless evil ghosts and unjust souls spewed out from the soul-calling banner, gnawing and sucking spirits around the entire spirit boat.

Not far away, monks occasionally passed by, but they were also scared away by the monstrous resentment.

Either they were so frightened that they turned around and turned back, or they chose to take a detour because of their own cultivation.

After all, in this world, Nascent Soul is already the strongest combat power, and this evil cultivator who summoned the monstrous evil spirits is the last one with a golden core cultivation base, and he is by no means someone they can provoke.

Occasionally, there would be two or three stunned-headed young people who thought that there were strange treasures born and wanted to rely on this place, and there would also be monks who would hold them back.

Although people in the world of cultivating immortals are weak, most people are still firmly in the same camp when it comes to dealing with demon cultivators and evil cultivators.

"What's going on over there?"

"It's Jindan Daoist fighting! One of them is an evil cultivator!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, this is not a place where we can intervene, hurry up and report to the nearest city..."

"..."

"Crack."

There was a small crack in the center of the originally clean and unmarked array.

In just a moment, the formation plate of the protective formation completely shattered, turning into fine powder and scattered in the air.

With ghosts everywhere and evil spirits threatening the sky, the old man took out a long sword from the Sumeru Ring firmly in his eyes, and shielded it in front of him.

The cold light was cold, and dark ghosts rushed towards the sword light with hideous grimaces. Unexpectedly, they were cut off one after another the moment they touched the sword body, and vanished into thin air with howls.

A hint of interest flashed in Xie Xiu's eyes, and he accelerated his attack again, but it would not let the old man be defeated by one blow, just like a cat catching a mouse, teasing the prey he was about to get.

"The Qingming Sword is really powerful, but it's a pity...you are not the master of the sword!" Xie Xiu snorted softly, "Tianming Daoist... oh no, you are no longer the elder of Tianzezong, and even your cultivation has stagnated In the early stage of Jindan, you said, why have you bothered for so many years?"

Even though the old man was struggling so hard that the veins on his forehead were exposed, the long sword in his hand and the steps under his feet did not take half a step back.

Just because, there is still the last trace of her own blood behind her.

"Xiexiu is arrogant, and wait until you defeat me before you say these insolent words!" The old man's eyes froze, and the light of the long sword in his hand was a little more dazzling, forcing Xiexiu in midair to dodge back .

"Okay, I don't want to eat the toast." The evil cultivator was forced to retreat by the old man without checking for a while, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed in his heart. He immediately squeezed the formula with both hands, and transformed into a black magic sword, pointing at the old man, "Tianming Old man, you are just a few hundred years older than me, and now my cultivation has already reached the Great Perfection of Golden Core, and you are only at the early stage of Golden Core!"

As soon as the words fell, the black dharma sword flew through the air like a fish in water, and the tip of the sword directly hit the blade of Qingming sword, forcing the old man to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"puff--"

The sword body was cold, and the bright red blood sprayed on the sword body, highlighting a bit of chilling aura.

"Grandpa!" The spirit boat trembled violently under one attack after another, even if the old man sealed Chu Li's hearing, it would not help.

As the turbulence got bigger and bigger, Chu Li finally woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and looked out, unexpectedly seeing this scene, she panicked and wanted to run towards the old man.

The old man was shocked, and quickly shouted: "Don't come over!"

But it was already too late, Xiexiu took out a hand out of nowhere and held Chu Li in the air: "Hey, I said why are you so stubborn, you old man, it turns out that you are behind me!" There is also a little doll hidden."

"Uh... ah, let go, let me go!" Chu Li was out of breath after being carried away, and his delicate face was covered with red marks from suffocation.

The old man's eyes were tearing open: "Let her go!"

"Well, it's the breath of blood." Xie Xiu turned a deaf ear, and his slender fingers slid across the air, and a long bloodstain suddenly appeared on Chu Li's neck.But fortunately, it didn't hurt the vitals, and there was only a blood line slowly flowing from the bloodstain.

"Today, I will die with you!" The old man took out another jade from the Sumeru ring expressionlessly, and hung it on the Baihui acupoint above his head.

He put down the long sword in his hand, and used all his strength to drive the long sword to fend off the enemy, while he forced out the blood essence in his body and melted all of it into the jade on the top of his head.

In an instant, the sky was filled with blood.

The violent explosion swept the three of them in. Xie Xiu wanted to hide at this time, but he couldn't dodge it. He only left a sentence of "Zhenjun Yuze", and then they were annihilated in the flames of the explosion.

"Wow—"

The peach blossoms were all over the sky, and Chu Li stayed in the formation, staring blankly at the tragic situation outside, unable to recover for a long time.After a while, she belatedly stroked the wooden hairpin on top of her head, and tears also flowed down unconsciously.

"Grandpa..."

The evil cultivator is dead, but the evil things left behind are still there.

After the formation was exhausted, an evil ghost escaped from the control of the summoning banner, and rushed towards Chu Li with its bloody mouth wide open.

Chu Li subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, and his eyes were already tightly closed.

"歘——"

The expected pain did not appear, Chu Li raised his head absently, staring at the person not far away.

The man was holding a long sword, and there was still a trace of black aura on the tip of the sword, which should be left over from the evil spirit just cut off; his face was clean and upright, he looked about [-] years old, and there was still a long-lasting hostility in his brows; Wearing a silver and white robe, the sleeve corners and the hem of the clothes are all patterned with auspicious clouds.

If there are other people by your side, you will be amazed - it is Yuze Zhenjun of Tianzezong!

Zhenjun Yuze is the head of today's Zezong, who specializes in the Qiongming swordsmanship, which is the way to restrain evil and evil. He has cut down many evil spirits under the sword to make his body entangled with hostility.

It's just that Chu Li didn't know the identity of this person, he just stared at him blankly, and murmured: "Save Grandpa..."

Zhenjun Yuze frowned, and after destroying the soul-calling banner with a wave of his fingers, he captured a broken soul from the air.

"Senior brother..." Yu Ze lowered his brows slightly, and then poured his pure spiritual power towards the shattered soul, hoping to delay the demise of the old man's soul.

"It's useless, my primordial spirit is broken, even if you let me live for a while, I can't reincarnate again." Chu Li leaned forward, "I've lived for hundreds of years, and I've had enough. The only person I'm reluctant to give up on is Ah Li. Junior Brother... This is the last time I'll call you Junior Brother. Forgive me for asking for repayment, please. Find a good master for this last trace of my blood, and protect her from any worries for the rest of her life."

Yuze curled his fingers slightly, as if he answered the prayer of Tianming Daoist without thinking.

"it is good."

The light of the primordial spirit gradually dimmed, and Tianming's voice gradually weakened: "So, I can feel at ease..."

"Grandpa!" Chu Li struggled to get up and grab the broken soul light, but unfortunately, no matter how she tried to keep it, the faint light would always escape from her fingertips, and finally return to the boundless sky.

"The whole body of a monk comes from the way of heaven. When he dies, he will naturally return to this world." Yu Ze used spiritual power to help Chu Li, who was kneeling on the ground, caressed her head with one hand, "Five Lingen..."

"Forget it, being entrusted by others, things that matter to others, my Tianze Sect has a long history, and it may be that there is no way to practice the five spiritual roots." Yuze looked at Chuli, and said slowly: "Since there is a destiny, follow me Go up the mountain and be a disciple of the immortal family."

(End of this chapter)