Immortal Kendo

() Now that the plan has been made, when the female disciples of Feng Mozong are clamoring for Lu Mo to tell a book, Lu Mo smiles and tells the famous novel about cultivating immortals that was once popular in his previous life: "Say, under Qingyun Mountain There was once a pair of peasant boys, namely Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, when they were playing in the mountain temple, the sky was thundered and lightning flashed...a kind-hearted monk suddenly descended from the sky!"

It is Xiao Ding's masterpiece "Zhu Xian", in which the female disciples of Feng Mozong are very interested in the sect hegemony and the exploration of forbidden areas, and there is also the lingering love and hatred that can kill any female creature in seconds. Qiong Yao's extreme tragedy can always make them Tears like waterfalls.

"Biyao is indeed a strange woman! Under the sword formation of Zhu Xian, she is willing to use the infatuation spell for Zhang Xiaofan, it is really obsessed... Xiaofan is really miserable."

"I think Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan are true love. The encounter between childhood sweethearts in the sect is so romantic!"

Lu Mo's eloquence is excellent, and the story is told in a rhythmic manner. Coupled with the fact that it is a rare and good story, the pure-hearted seniors and sisters soon indulged in it, worrying about the fate of the hero and heroine.

When night fell and Lu Mo was pouring water into his mouth dryly, all the female disciples realized that it was too late.

Zhao Jianjia, who was fascinated by this, couldn't help but blushed slightly, and suggested embarrassingly: "Junior brother Lu Mo, since you and I met by chance, it can be regarded as a fate, and we have always been friends with Feng Mozong and Tianjianzong, so we should Watching and helping each other in the mysteries of the cloud and mist mountain is the best, how about you camp with us today?"

Lu Mo hesitated a little, shook his head and refused, "After all, I am a mediocre man, and disturbing the camp of all the seniors and sisters may cause criticism and affect your reputation."

Lin Qingcheng bit her lips and persuaded: "We are all monks who are free and easy, why bother to stick to the etiquette of ordinary people, and who dares to talk nonsense behind my Feng Mozong's back! Yunwu Shanli has heard that there are many beasts infested, and other sects monks are also in love with each other. The attack is tight, senior brother and I will go together, so we should be safe."

"Yes, yes, we are going to talk about "Zhu Xian" with senior brother Bingzhuye. Senior brother is not allowed to leave, and quickly continue to talk about their grievances and hatreds in detail." Some readers who have become die-hard book fans couldn't help begging. In the world of comprehension where spiritual food is scarce, novels are indeed extremely attractive.

Lu Mo's heart warmed slightly, but he still sighed and shook his head again, showing a worried expression: "I, Lu Mo, am grateful for your love, but I still have a reason to leave. The talents of the Heavenly Sword Sect are withered, but I am a master of swordsmanship in the sect." The chief should bear the responsibility of contacting all the disciples, gather the brothers and sisters of the sect to reject the Heavenly Dao Sect, so as not to be defeated one by one."

The righteousness of the sect is, after all, the most important thing to bear the brunt of. Many female disciples who advised Lu Mo to stay behind couldn't help but keep silent, looking at him with aggrieved eyes.

Lu Mo smiled faintly, then turned around and left: "When we meet again in the future, I will definitely tell you the whole story of Zhu Xian. Seniors and sisters, please leave for now."

"and many more!"

Zhao Jianjia suddenly made a sound, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked to stay: "Junior Lu Mo, stop, I heard that there are often demons walking around Yunwu Mountain at night, and there are many murders. Besides, you are alone and weak, why don't you go with us? Let's look for the rest of the disciples of Tianjianzong and Fengmozong."

Lu Mo was suddenly happy, but his face showed an embarrassed look: "That really bothered Senior Sister... How can Lu Mo feel at ease."

"Then let's continue telling the story of Zhu Xian as a reward!" The female disciples immediately booed and clamored.

Lin Qingcheng also showed a blushed expression: "Senior sisters are very right, and I also want to know the follow-up plot very much, so please stay with me, brother."

Even the heroic Zhao Jianjia showed a hint of shame, sticking out her tongue playfully: "Yes, I really want to know whether the heroine under the Excalibur Tianwei can escape the catastrophe, and whether the mediocre boy can embark on the fairy road live forever."

Lu Mo smiled slightly, sat cross-legged by the bonfire, and then told them about the legendary story: "I think that Zhang Xiaofan is carrying the sacred scriptures of Buddhism and Taoism, with the help of the Soul Eater Wand, and looking at the state of the eye, he is also a rare existence... ..."

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"Once the sea was difficult for water, except that Wushan was not a cloud, I took the next branch and looked back lazily. I was half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king." When the story was told, Lu Mo couldn't help sighing slightly, his eyes were as deep as a dark night Han Xing, shining wisely and maturely, exudes stories of vicissitudes.

He sighed proudly and stood proudly under the immortal starry sky with his big sword on his shoulders. His sword eyebrows were raised lightly, he was handsome, and his face with strong lines and corners was full of indifference, which made all the female disciples of Feng Mo Sect feel a little dazzled.

Then he drew his sword, endless Gengjin roared to the sky, the heroic sword light like rolling iron flows ups and downs, mixed with the sudden feeling in his heart, he indulged in the world of the divine sword.

"Two lines of tears for a man, one for common people and one for beauty." The masculine sword intent suddenly turned into a circle of bright light, undulating beside Lu Mo, as if it had been tempered and turned into soft fingers.

"Hardness and softness combined with sword intent!" Zhao Jianjia knew things very well, and naturally recognized at a glance that it was the supreme sense of swordsmanship, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

"So that's the difference between rigidity and softness in the realm of advanced swordsmanship?" The other ignorant female monks were also surprised, thinking that the master told them not to try these advanced swords until the swordsmanship has reached the master realm. environment?Why was Lu Mo able to grasp it in the Baoyuan state? Could it be that Master is lying to them?

"To be able to tell such lingering and sentimental stories, one naturally understands the state of tenderness." There are also female cultivators who have become fans of plagiarism master Lu Mo's books, taking it for granted, but in fact, it is only because Lu Mo's spirit has too many past lives that cannot be erased Commemorating the brand, in the era of information explosion, he had countless bizarre experiences, none of which could be imagined by monks in the era of cultivating immortals, so he was far ahead of other monks in Lianxin.

Lu Mo, who was singing with his sword, was bathed in the bright moonlight, and finally his whole body was agitated with dazzling silver lights, and then he returned to his calm and quiet expression again, smiling at the female monks who were watching him break through the realm of the sword, nodded and spread his hands : "I have a feeling in my heart, I have a wonderful hand, and I am quite advanced in the realm of swordsmanship. It is indeed a blessing from God, fortunately."

"Junior Brother Lu Mo's understanding of the way of swords has surpassed mine by far. I was actually afraid of the extraordinary and powerful sword intent just now..." Zhao Jianjia is the most knowledgeable among the female monks of the Fengmo Sect. Mo was self-effacing, but he sighed with complicated eyes: "I'm afraid, after another ten years of experience, when Junior Brother Lu Mo sets foot in the Spirit Sea Realm, the Heavenly Sword Sect will have the youngest great swordsman in history!"

Lu Mo smiled faintly, stopped talking, and continued to close his eyes and immerse himself in the clear light of the dome. He stood like a scarecrow beside the gradually cooling bonfire, drank the dew, and played the role of a night watchman.

The rest of the female monks soon became exhausted, yawned and frolicked into the tents and fell asleep, only the endless clear light and clear water fell over the camp.

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"Senior Sister Jianjia, why don't you sleep? Could it be that you can't trust me, Lu Mo, to watch the night?" When Lu Mo woke up from his sword practice, he suddenly found that Zhao Jianjia was wearing a blanket and fiddled with the fire beside him.

Zhao Jianjia turned her face sideways and smiled softly: "It's not just me, Junior Sister Lin Qingcheng is also afraid that you will make a mistake. Now there are not only birds and beasts wandering in the Yunwu Mountains, but also many disciples from other sects are watching. Although there are a large number of them, they are also suspected of attracting the wind, if they attack suddenly, even if Junior Brother Lu Mo's swordsmanship is superb, it will definitely be stretched by then."

Sure enough, Lin Qingcheng's cold eyes looked faintly, the emerald skirt was as green as olives, and the dark eyes were as charming as gems, they were actually one with the heaven and the earth, and there was a strange feeling of being hidden in the earth. .Although the eyeballs could accurately capture her position, but the spiritual sense couldn't track her, it must be some kind of thaumaturgy of the Demon Sealing Sect.

"Then thank you both." Lu Mo nodded, then took out an earthen pot from his pouch, filled it with all the soup and meat soup, and said with a toothy smile: "Then I'll make some supper, as a reward How about Senior Sister Jianjia and Junior Sister Qingcheng?"

"Very good, very good. Could it be that the younger brother has made a lot of achievements in cooking?" Zhao Jianjia suddenly became more curious about Lu Mo, but she heard that Lu Mo was indeed born as a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses. The rich and powerful young master actually set up a shelf deftly, and accurately poured many condiments into the earthen pot, preparing to stew a pot of delicious broth.

Lin Qingcheng also turned her delicate head sideways curiously, with three thousand blue hair hanging slightly against her white and greasy face, making her look more and more overwhelmed.

Lu Mo shrugged his shoulders: "I'm a big eater and a foodie, and those so-called chefs' skills are so rough that they don't even know anything about stewing, stir-frying, clear stewing, deep-frying, etc. As long as it is cooked, it is simply desecrating my five internal organs temple."

While complaining, Lu Mo gently rolled the minced meat in the crock, which soon boiled out a mouth-watering rich fragrance.It should be known that ascetics advocate simplicity and innocence. The countless years of tradition have broken the cooking method in the world of cultivating immortals, and there will be no elders who are ignorant and inexperienced to teach cooking. Therefore, this delicious meal For Zhao Jianjia and Lin Qingcheng, it was simply the best in the world.

"It melts in the mouth, what a perfect taste." Zhao Jianjia couldn't help marveling, sucking the white greasy onion finger, but suddenly felt that the gesture of greediness was too unladylike, so she stuck out her tongue playfully.

"That's right, I've been bigu in Fengmozong for many years, and I have forgotten the taste of food. Now that my brother has cooked such a delicious meal, won't it taste the same when I take bigu pills in the future?" Lin Qingcheng nodded slightly in agreement. .

Just as he was talking, among the female disciples of the Feng Mo Sect who were drowsily asleep, there was one who smelled the smell of meat soup, and came to beg for a bowl of meat soup as well, but after wolfing it down, they couldn't help but twitch their index fingers. , making Lu Mo's popularity skyrocket again among them...

But when the moon and stars were thin, a tentacle suddenly rolled out from the endless fog, and the swordsman who stepped on it was dressed in plain robes and danced wildly with his cloak!

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