A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

There are always a variety of unwilling things in the world of self-cultivators. Everyone wants to do something to fill the unwillingness in his heart, even if that thing is simply insignificant.

Because I have no ability to subvert the whole world, I want to improve the world a little bit.

Deacon Xun returned to the academy again. He thought that if there were fewer self-cultivators who did not know how to respect people, those gray disciples would be better off in the future, so he wanted to do his best to improve this situation.

Mu Yu doesn't like the fighting and darkness in the real world. In this world of strength, the people who cultivate the high rule the people who cultivate the low. For treasures, brothers can look back, and for selfish desires, life doesn't matter.

In the realm of comprehension, the evils of human nature are at a glance.

But Muyu still loves this world. He has people who care about him, and people who care about him also care about him. Because of the bondage, he knows what he wants to pursue.

Muyu knew what he was missing, time and strength. He has his own talents, but he has no time to develop talents, and time does not give him enough strength, so when Deacon Xun sends him a character, he understands that this is his opportunity.

Pure spiritual power rolled over and enveloped Mu Yu's body. Mu Yu sat quietly, and the spiritual power in her body had already turned, pulling those auras into her body, surrounding her own Dantian. Reiki enters the body, transforms itself into spiritual power through Dantian, and broadens the meridian in the body. It is a slow process, but in this gathering of spirits, the speed has been increased by a hundred times.

Under the traction of the dust-minding method, the constant auras wash the meridians of the whole body. He absorbs these auras from time to time. He even forgets the time. He only knows that these precious auras may be difficult to encounter in the future.

One day of cultivation is equivalent to one month of cultivation in the past. Anyone who is so terrified at this speed of cultivation will be ecstatic.

At this moment, the realm of self-cultivation is very calm. Each school has reluctantly chosen to compromise. They have no ability to resist. Venerable Yuan Ying only covered the sky and did not agree. The inheritance left by the ancestors would be destroyed once, and he promised that those foundations would stay, only to change their names and surnames.

Everyone knows that no matter whether it is the Qingsong Alliance or the Jiuhua Alliance, they cannot place so many disciples in the realm in the same place. The mountain gates of each school will not disappear, but will continue to exist in the way of surrendering to the two main schools, but I am afraid that each school has designated the heads of the Qingsong and Jiuhua schools, and the Qingsong and Jiuhua schools. Way to manage.

The so-called Qingsong Union and Jiuhua Union are just a name. Each disciple will actually still be in his own school, but the practice methods they accept will be unifiedly regulated by the Qingsong School or the Jiuhua School. The Chinese school will also send elders to each school, gradually changing one school in this way, cannibalizing one school, and turning the school into a subordinate of the Qingsong school.

After all, reforms need to be done gradually, and it is unrealistic to change the current pattern of each school at once.

The self-cultivation world seems very calm, but it is actually an undercurrent. The Jiuhua School and the Qingsong School secretly intervened in various schools to make choices. The small school is already panicked. Anyone who chooses will offend the other, and the opinions in the schools are not uniform. Many schools even infuriated. .

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The Qiantian School's Boyang Daoist sat in the first seat with a bright face, and the elders below had been arguing and arguing about which school to join.

"Naturally, it is good to choose to join the Qingsong School. The Qingsong Taoist has overwhelmed the Jiuhua Reality before. The strength of the Qingsong School is obvious to all. The development after we join the Qingsong Party School is also good." A red-faced old man insisted on his opinion.

"Senior Brother Bo Yuan made such a difference! Xiao Hu, the apprentice of the Qingsong Taoist, was killed, and the murderer has not been brought to this day. We all know that this matter must have been done by the Jiuhua School, but the Qingsong Taoist did not send a statement to Jiuhua in person. Does it mean that the Qingsong Taoist is afraid of Jiuhua real people? In my opinion, joining the Jiuhua School is the right choice."

A teacher wearing a grey coat sneered. The teacher looked like he was only in his forties. His charm is still there. The actual age is more than eighty. He is a monk in Jindan.

"Sister Bohua, everyone knows that you were ambiguous with the Qiuhua Taoist of the Jiuhua School. Are you afraid that you can't wait to see your old lovers say this?" A chunky Qiusu beside him smiled hey .

"Bo Ping, if you talk nonsense again, I'll cut your tongue!" Bo Huashi Tai Xing's eyes widened.

"Try it if you have the ability!" Bo Ping said, twisting his beard.

"Aren't you fooling enough? Have you taken my head in your eyes?" Bo Yang Taoist shot the case, and the wooden table had turned into powder. "The sect is going to die. You don't want to think about how to burn the ancestor's incense Continuing, instead thinking about how to succumb to people and under whom, why do you face the ancestors and ancestors under the Nine Springs in the future?"

The Boxing Taoist with a goatee who had not spoken smiled for a while: "Senior Brother, you know the situation now better than everyone. If the inheritance left by the ancestors is so useful, why can't our sect raise its head in the realm? Now we can only follow the trend and maybe give our martial arts a ray of vitality. Not to mention—"

The Boxing Taoist suddenly showed a mocking look: "It doesn't matter whether we take your head in your eyes, because in the future, the head of this sect may change your mind."

"presumptuous!"

The Boyang Taoist stood up, and Jindan Wuzhongtian's cultivation came out for an outbreak. He looked at the Boxing Taoist angrily, and his anger could no longer be concealed.

The others changed their faces, and the Boxing Taoist also stood up and was forced to step back a few steps by the Boyang Taoist, but he still had a smile on his face: "Brother, how can you cultivate even if you are taller? You can only Just get angry at us, how do you face Jiuhua Reality? Jiuhua Reality said that whoever controls this sect will be in charge!"

"Bo Xing, what do you mean? Could you have been bought by Jiuhua School?" Bo Yuan also stood up and scolded.

Boxing glanced lazily at his brothers and said, "You can't talk about buying, I can't afford to live with Jiuhua Jiuhua, I just know the current affairs. Brother Brother, you have been in office for so many years, but our school has always been You can’t develop it, let alone you still cherish the ridiculous Luochen School. You have a very good personal relationship. If you don’t want to make progress, you’re sorry.

The Boxing Taoist stared at the Boyang Taoist without fear. The elders of the Jiuhua School had approached him long ago and promised that if the Qiantian School surrendered to the Jiuhua School, they would support him to become the new head of the Qiantian School. There are elders from the Jiuhua School, who is afraid of him?

"Brother Bo Xing was right, but it's a pity. The Bailang son of the Qingsong school also approached me a few days ago. I know the current affairs like you. We are afraid that we will be the masters in the future. This dry school is not necessarily you. Come and be this master." The chunky Bo Ping Taoist said unhurriedly.

"you guys!"

The Bo Yang Taoist looked at his two younger brothers. They had turned against each other and began to bully the teachers and destroy their ancestors to discuss the ownership of their masters. Bo Yang Taoist suddenly laughed, he was very sad, several brothers and sisters have been arguing for decades, but he always thought that everyone is working for his martial arts, but he did not expect that it was just his wishful thinking, the big disaster is flying alone, this The words are really good!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Bo Yang Dao Ren even said three good words, his body suddenly dissipated, and suddenly became so old. After becoming the head of Qiantian School, he has been conscientious and dedicated. He did not dare to slack off for a moment. He just hoped that Qiantian School would get rid of the current dilemma sooner. This year, his disciple Gu Yitian finally fought and won the third place.

He has seen the hope of the martial arts in the future. The development of the Qiantian School is also just around the corner, but he does not want to be directly wiped out by the two yuan infants. Now his teachers and brothers also began to mutiny. For a time he became isolated and helpless, and a burst of tiredness hit him. He felt very tired.

"You guys are fine."

The Bo Yang Taoist slowly turned around, his body suddenly became rickety, like an old man who was going to die, making people look sad. He did not go to see the still-disputed siblings and siblings, left the hall alone, walked back to the mountain, came to the ancestral ancestral hall, and knelt down in front of the ancestor.

"Master." Gu Yitian also walked in and knelt beside the Boyang Taoist. He was not good at speaking, and he didn't even know what to say at the moment.

"Yitian, do you also think Master is useless?"

The sound of Boyang Taoist people is no longer as cheerful as before, but it has become very vicissitudes, as if they have grown older than a decade. The burden of the martial arts has been on him for so many years, he insisted, but today he was chilling, he couldn't help asking himself, what the **** is he insisting on for so many years?

"No, Master, they are ungrateful and bully the ancestors. I know that the people from the Qingsong and Jiuhua schools first found you, and they were rejected by you, so they would make them villains. No matter what Master does, I I believe Master is right." Gu Yitian said firmly.

The Boyang Taoist looked at Guyitian happily. At least there was another person who supported him. Although Guyitian was usually stubborn, no one in the school would listen, but he only listened to the words of Boyang Taoist.

On that day, the Boyang Taoist took fancy from the group of grey disciples and took him as an apprentice.

Despite its mediocre qualifications, Gu Yi Tian is diligent and diligent. A few months ago, he thwarted the geniuses of other schools and made everyone look at each other. The pride of the Taoist Taoist in his life was to accept the disciple Guyitian.

"With your qualifications, I'm afraid the Qingsong and Jiuhua schools will take you away. Your future is not a sect, and you don't want to restrain you as a teacher. No matter which school you enter, you have no objection. You only want to do it in the future. When the Tianpai is facing a crisis, you can support it, and you will be satisfied for the teacher~www.readwn.com~Boyang Taoist ordered three incense sticks, inserted them in the incense burner, worshipped them respectfully, and picked up the dust again , To wipe the dust from the spiritual position.

"Master, I am a disciple of the Qiantian School. I will not join any school. I will be where the Master is," Gu Yitian said.

Bo Yang Taoist smiled: "You don't need to comfort as a teacher, I'm old, and following me will only delay you. You have enough heart. If you don't want to join the Qingsong and Jiuhua Schools, then go down the mountain Go! The farther you go, the better, where they can’t find you

. Physical training is too difficult. You have to go on your own. If you have the ability, you will go out of the Moyun Mountains and go out to the outside world. The ancient books left by the ancestors once said that the real self-cultivation world is only outside the Moyun Mountains. Unfortunately, it is too difficult to go out. There are many high-level monsters. If you have this idea, you must be careful. "

Gu Yitian shook his head: "Master, I won't go, you don't..."

Bo Yang Taoist patted Gu Yitian's shoulder: "Relax! I won't go to see the ancestors and the ancestors underground so quickly. Their fellows who are heart-wrenching and bullying bully the ancestor and destroy the ancestor. If I leave, this ancestral hall can I won’t be able to keep it. I won’t care about the martial arts in the future. They will do whatever they want! As long as I live for a day, I will keep it for one day. I can’t keep the inheritance left by the patriarch, but I can’t let the patriarch’s spiritual position. People are tainted."

Lonely Sky looked at the Bo Yang Taoist, he knew how to go his own way. He threw three loud heads toward the Boyang Taoist, turned his words away, and turned away. Now he has no ability to protect his master and protect his masters. He can only change this by becoming stronger. He has a difficult and dangerous path, but he must go on for a belief in his heart.

Everyone has something in their hearts that they want to protect, even if it is a cold and lonely sky.