The golden elixir is a star. Do you call this cultivating immortality

Pink petals were scattered all over the ground.

The peach branches are thin and curved, like a landscape painting simply painted with one or two strokes of ink, with slender branches.

The burly man covered his chest with his hands, blood gushed out, and the blood stained the ground.

He had a ferocious look on his face: "Sword disciple, no matter how strong your sword talent is, you will never be able to find the murderer of the Miejue Marquis Mansion in your lifetime, and you will never be able to take revenge in your lifetime."

After the burly man finished speaking, he died.

But before he died, there was still a mockery on his face.

Beside them, Princess Anyang saw this and said with a look of pity: "Senior Sword Disciple, the clue is broken again."

Obviously, the sword disciple was a few years younger than her, but when she was with him, she felt like she was being followed by a large piece of ice.

Although he had such a handsome face and a strong body, she could not muster up the slightest desire for him, for fear that he would be killed by a single sword.

The swordsman remained silent.

Seeing this, Princess Anyang continued, "Could it be that... the murderer is from another country?"

She could only guess.

"I'm leaving." The sword disciple said, and disappeared.

Princess An Yang looked at the sword disciple's back, pursed her lips, and wanted to chase him, but finally gave up.

The guard next to him said, "Princess, do you want to keep the swordsman? If you have his help, you won't have to worry about not accomplishing your great cause."

Princess Anyang shook her head: "Fei Lai Country...is not the place for him to stay."

Princess Anyang spoke quickly, and in the following days, the swordsman measured Feilai Country with his feet.

Continue to search for the murderer of the family massacre and find your sister.

Unfortunately, he traveled all over Feilai Country, even to Aoxiong Country, to Tianhai Desert in the south, and to Dixue Mountain in the north, but still could not find any trace of his enemy.

Those enemies seemed to appear out of thin air, and after killing everyone in the Marquis's Mansion, they disappeared again.

The cold wind blows hard, chilling me to the bone.

The swordsman walked alone in the vast snow, carrying a broken sword on his back.

The universe is vast, and I am alone.

At this moment, the swordsman suddenly stopped and looked towards the southwest.

Five hundred meters away, orange-red flames flickered, accompanied by a light smoke.

A woman in fox fur sat on the snow, her dark eyebrows were like paintings, and white air was coming out of her lips.

The red cape was tied outside. The woman rubbed her slender white hands together and raised her eyebrows to look at the swordsman: "Would you like to warm yourself by the fire?"

The swordsman looked at the woman and felt an inexplicable meaning.

"What's your name?" asked the woman in fox fur.

"Sword disciple." The sword disciple was very frugal with words.

"It's a good name, as the name suggests." The fox-fur woman smiled, like a foxy girl, "Do you want to become my disciple? I can give you what you want."

The swordsman was silent for a while.

He seemed to be thinking.

However, without emotions, he found it difficult to think.

The only thing he trusts most is the sword in his hand.

"Revenge, and...find your sister." The fox-fur woman chuckled, seeming to be very cold. She rubbed her hands again, "You will never find them if you just wander around here."

"Okay." The swordsman agreed and said, "Meet the Master."

Although he has no emotions, it doesn't mean he is a fool.

The fox-fur woman's smile widened. She looked at the handsome young man and said softly, "I feel... you look familiar."

The swordsman remained silent.

"Have we met before?" the woman in fox fur continued.

She seems to be a chatterbox.

It is also possible that she is used to being alone and it is rare for her to see someone, so she talks more.

The swordsman said nothing.

Silence represents the answer.

At this time, the woman in fox fur stood up.

The snowflakes piled on the clothes scattered and fell to the ground.

Her figure is quite thin, somewhat like a slender jade bamboo shoot, but she has flesh where it should be, giving her a feeling of being a queen.

She clapped her hands, and snowflakes scattered: "Let me introduce myself, Wu Shi."

When the sword disciple heard this, he silently memorized the name in his heart.

Wu Poetry.

For some reason, he also felt that the name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it there before.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I, Wu Shi, also have a disciple. I must use him well." Wu Shi looked at the sword disciple with a foxy look in his eyes, "Come, disciple, make a meal for me. I haven't had a full meal for a long time."

It has been a long time indeed.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had eaten.

"What to eat?" asked the swordsman in a deep voice.

"Well...fish." Wu Shi replied, seeming to be lost in memories, with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Okay." The sword disciple said, and left without looking back.

"Hey!" Wu Shi shouted into the air, "Shouldn't you ask your master why he wanted to recall the past and why he wanted to eat fish? Don't you want to hear the story behind it?"

"Do not want to."

The swordsman's voice was cold and without any emotion.

"Hmph." Wu Shi snorted coldly, but was not angry. He placed his white and tender palm on the flame.

Perhaps because her skin was too white, her palms were reflected by the flames and looked a little red and crystal clear.

The fish was caught quickly, and the swordsman grilled the fish. From time to time, the aroma of fish wafted through the air.

Although there was no seasoning, Wu Shi did not smell any fishy smell. For the first time in a long time, her taste buds began to move.

With her hands on her face, she stared at the swordsman, as if she was lost in memory again: "Your skills are so good."

Her peach blossom eyes are like those of a foxy girl, and she looks at everyone with deep affection.

Unfortunately, sword disciples have no emotions.

I don’t know what deep affection is.

"Master appoints you as... the chief cook, the royal chef."

Wu Shi said this, picked up the fish and ate it with relish.

"Yes, your craftsmanship is very good."

"I haven't eaten something so delicious and full in a long time."

“But I can’t eat any more, or I’ll get a belly fat.

Although Wu Shi is greedy, he is very careful about his limits.

The swordsman watched Wu Shi finish eating, and then said, "Revenge, sister."

His voice was as harsh and cold as always.

Wu Shi looked at the swordsman's handsome face and said, "Too cold and icy. Did you smile?"

The swordsman was silent for a while, and finally forced a smile.

"Forget it, don't laugh." Wu Shi said, exhaling a breath of white air, "The Marquis' Mansion suffered two assassination attempts in total. The first assassination... was when you were born, but there was a natural anomaly, and those people died.

Later, there was a second assassination attempt.”

Wu Shi kept watching the swordsman's reaction.

Unfortunately, the swordsman was silent and did not respond at all.

"Identity." The swordsman spoke sparingly.

"They come from... the Nine Heavens Divine Palace."

The swordsman had never heard of this name.

"It's normal that you don't know. They are not in Yunmeng Mountain."

"Oh, you don't know Yunmeng Mountain either."

"The Yunmeng Mountains are 100,000 light years high."

"But Yunmeng Mountain is just a small mountain."

Wu Shi talked to himself.

"The target of Jiutian Shenque is your sister."

"Initially, they may have received a request from an employer to kill your sister before she was born."

"But later, a new employer came and wanted to take your sister away alive."

Wu Shi said this while watching the swordsman's reaction.

However, the swordsman remained silent.

“Hey, why don’t you ask them why they want to kill your sister, and why… they want to take your sister away alive.

If you beg me, I will tell you." Wu Shi narrowed his eyes and looked at people more affectionately, like a fox. "It's not important, I just need revenge, kill them all and find my sister." The sword disciple replied.

"So you can say more than ten words in one breath?" Wu Shi laughed, "However, the Nine Heavens Divine Palace is not something you can destroy just because you want to. There are many Dao Gods in it. As for you, you have a good talent in swordsmanship, but you can't even get out of Yunmeng Mountain. How can you talk about revenge?"

The sword disciple said nothing, just held the sword.

“I am your master, so I will naturally make the decision for you.

You cook for me every day and I will teach you to become stronger."

"it is good."

On this day, in the snow, Jian Tu had a new master, and Wu Shi had a new disciple.

The snow in Yunmeng Mountain seems to be falling even heavier.

The sword light was crisscrossing, seeming to penetrate the sky.

【After becoming Wu Shi's disciple, your life trajectory has changed. 】

[Wu Shi is quiet by nature and doesn't like to show up in public, so you have become her sharpest sword.]

[Your strength is getting stronger, your realm is getting higher, and you are getting closer and closer to the Nine Heavens Divine Palace. ]

[Ten thousand years have passed, you have fought everywhere, and finally unified Yunmeng Mountain and established Yunmeng Palace. ]

"If you want to defeat the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, you alone are not enough."

In the snow, pear blossoms were scattered, and Wu Shi was sitting on the throne.

Below, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, which is also the distance between the two people. The orange lights and snowflakes complement each other, and there is warmth and misery.

The swordsman was dressed in black, with deep facial features and beautiful cheek lines. He held a sword in his arms, like a peerless sword god.

"When will it be enough?" asked the swordsman.

Wu Shi narrowed her eyes and smiled charmingly: "When your sword is strong enough to kill me... that will be enough."

The swordsman remained silent.

On the throne, Wu Shi continued, "The background of Jiutian Shenque is far from as simple as it seems. The business they do is very big... It can be said that it is the largest business in the world."

Wu Shi talked to himself, feeling a little lonely.

"Have you heard of the method of true soul reincarnation?" Wu Shi asked.

The swordsman shook his head.

“This is also their handiwork.”

"There are three disasters and three calamities in the world. How difficult is it to survive them?"

“Well, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

In this world, in fact, all the worlds can be divided into three types.

The first one is one, the beginning, also known as the Yang world.

The second type is the second, which is transitional and is called the realm of rebirth.

The third type, which is three, is called the Yin realm.

If we look carefully in the three worlds, perhaps everyone will find each other's counterparts.

Here we are, it is the second one, the realm of rebirth.

My dear disciple, there may be another you in the world of the living and in the world of the dead.

Well... he is not you, but... you can use him to help you avoid disasters and calamities."

The three realms are different.

The Yang Realm is the beginning, the origin, the orthodoxy, and is occupied by various innate spirits.

Everyone is like a god.

The world of rebirth is more like a transit station, where people from the world of the living can come, and people from the world of the dead can also come using the method of true soul reincarnation.

As for the underworld, it is the third of the three that gave birth to all things, and its resources are even more scarce, various treasures are lacking, and the extraordinary factors are weak.

Therefore, the path to transcendence for the creatures inside is extremely difficult.

"Your sister came from the underworld, and her life was bought by a Taoist god." Wu Shi said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the swordsman gripped the hilt tighter and said, "I'm going to practice swordplay."

"Stop practicing, let's eat fish together. I haven't eaten fish cooked by you for a long time." Wu Shi had an expectant look on his face.

Her response was a cold "Practice sword fighting."

On top of the towering palace, Wu Shi looked at the thin figure and coughed from time to time: "I didn't expect that after so many years, my injury...is still not healed."

The bright red blood fell to the ground, dyeing the pear blossoms and snow red.

……

"My sword is not strong enough."

In the snow, the swordsman dances with the sword.

In Yunmeng Palace, he has a very high prestige, like a god of death, and is also known as a sword maniac.

At this moment, whispers were heard from the side.

"Alas, this Yunmeng Palace was clearly founded by Master Jian Tu, so why is that woman the Palace Master?"

"Humph, that woman is ambitious, but she is just taking advantage of Master Jian Tu!"

"Master Sword Disciple, it's just one of her swords."

At this time, the swordsman who was dancing with the sword stopped his movements. He looked at the people who were whispering in the distance and said calmly, "She is my master."

On the top of the mountain, Wu Shi couldn't help but cover her mouth when she heard this, with a foxy smile in her eyes: "Disciple, you still care about me."

Time passed, and another ten thousand years passed.

Wu Shi looked down upon him, with a cold smile on her face. Her smile was particularly cold.

The sword disciple stood in front of Wu Shi like a sword.

"All the mountains have been leveled. In this Hunxuan Ruins, Yunmeng Palace is the most powerful force." The swordsman said calmly.

Behind him, dozens of Taoist gods looked at the sword disciple with deep awe in their eyes.

Over the past 100,000 years, the sword disciples have built a huge foundation for Yunmeng Mountain with one sword at a time.

He is called the God of Killing, but he is also a gentle God of Killing.

Although the swordsman has a blank expression on his face, he seems to have the world in his heart.

He never kills innocent people.

The sword only kills those who should be killed.

This made the Taoist god behind him admire and feel quite emotional.

He is obviously a killing god, but he is actually evil.

"Well, disciple, you have helped me build such a great foundation. Come, as a reward, you will have dinner with me tonight." Wu Shi smiled.

However, these Taoist gods could not tell whether she was truly happy.

The owner of Yunmeng Palace is extremely mysterious and few people have seen her take action.

All I know is that she will be very strong.

"I want to practice sword." The sword disciple looked at Wu Shi deeply.

Now he is no match for Wu Shi, so he cannot cause trouble for Jiutian Shenque, nor can he take revenge.

The smile on Wu Shi's face froze, and his voice turned cold: "This is an order."

She seemed genuinely angry.

The Taoist gods around felt as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

They realized something and left.

At the top of the mountain, only this master and disciple were left.

The cold aura on Wu Shi’s face dissipated: “There were so many people just now, and Master also needs to save face.”

Her words became especially gentle.

"Yeah." The sword disciple responded lightly.

"I'm hungry." Wu Shi drooped his face, listless, "You've been fighting outside for years, and I haven't eaten the food you cooked for a long time."

As she spoke, she seemed lost in memories.

"I miss the past especially much now, when I wasn't the Master of Yunmeng Palace, and you...

Every day I eat when I am full and eat when I wake up. Unfortunately... nothing can go back to the way it was before."

She has always been greedy and especially gluttonous.

However, she would not eat anything except food prepared by the swordsman.

Maybe, her taste was spoiled by the swordsman.

"I'll be a fish." The swordsman said calmly.

A smile finally appeared in Wu Shi's eyes. She looked at the back of her disciple, and it was a glance that lasted for a lifetime.

She seemed to have thought of something and murmured, "Don't you have a heart?"

She covered her chest, which felt empty.

(End of this chapter)