The Global Human Body: Starting with Tom the Swordsman

According to calculations based on the dates mentioned by Grand Master Ning Wan, the little martial uncle has been in a deep sleep for 30 years, and it is not known whether she will be able to see the little martial uncle wake up in her lifetime.

Her appearance has not changed for 30 years, which also convinced her that many uncles said that the uncle is a fairy.

She instinctively wiped her body with the white mist, her mind was out of control.

But she didn't realize that the boy she wiped had opened his eyes at some point.

......

"Are you the daughter of senior brother Zhao Ji?"

Inside the house, Bai Wu was sitting on the bed, looking at Zhao Ying who looked at him excitedly.

"Yes."

Zhao Ying nodded, still a little dazed.

The little uncle who had been lying on the bed for 30 years unexpectedly woke up today.

Bai Wu took a look at the surrounding environment and released his perception.

Luye City?

Why not at Jianshou Peak?

Combined with what Shi Cheng said, a bad premonition came to my heart immediately.

"Tell me about what happened during the years I've been sleeping."

Seeing that Zhao Ying was over 20 years old, the bad premonition in Bai Wu's heart became heavier.

Is it really a day and a year...

"...29 years ago, my father had a conflict with the Pure Land Temple because he met the Pure Land Temple's encroachment on the people's property. A four-level practitioner took away my father's sword pills. When the seniors came out to return Jianwan, Jianwan's spirituality had been greatly damaged, and my father's cultivation was also damaged because of it..."

Sword repair is related to the life of the sword, if the sword pill is damaged, how can it not be affected by itself.

"In the same year, my father participated in the swordsmanship meeting and was defeated by a disciple of the Taoist Zeyuan Temple. The disciple said in front of the crowd: "Swordshou Peak disciples are nothing more than that.

Brother Wu Liu wanted to make a move, but was suppressed by the opponent's elders. "

Bai Wu took a breath.

Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji, if he didn't have the ultimate pursuit of swordsmanship, how could he have this name.

But he was humiliated by a disciple...

"Since then, my father's Dao heart was damaged and his practice was blocked, so he married my mother, and I was born a few years later.

Twenty-five years ago, a list circulated from nowhere listed all the names of our masters and uncles on Jianshou Peak. I can't find any of my uncle's sword pills.

Since then, Jianshou Peak has never had a peaceful day. Every year, monsters will attack and kill us, even if they step into the territory of the human race.

In order to seek a shelter, Donghai Jianzhuang took us in for a while, but unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Chijiao, the big monster sleeping in Zeguo, woke up and asked Donghai Jianzhuang to hand us over, otherwise hundreds of human cities would be flooded.

In order not to embarrass Donghai Jianzhuang, we moved out again.

The Chijiao still used its supernatural powers to flood ten cities of our human race. Even if there were human practitioners blocking it, it still caused countless casualties.

It’s just that it’s obviously not our fault, someone still blamed us for this crime..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ying's little face appeared confused.

She really didn't understand why they didn't blame the Chi Jiao who caused the disaster, but instead said that they, Jianshou Peak, had caused the disaster.

"Uncle Wuliu couldn't stand his words, so he flew to Zeguo to slay demons, and only this sword came back."

As she said that, Zhao Ying held up the red long sword she used when she practiced sword.

It was Wuliu's red blood gilt handle, but now that it has lost its owner, the red blood gilt is not as bright as it was when the rainbow flew away in the past, it is as dim as dust.

Bai Wu was a little dazed.

"Later, demons invaded the territory of our human race and wanted to raise tens of thousands of human races as blood food. Except for my father, everyone in Jianshou Peak participated in that battle.

Before leaving, they announced all the sword formulas of Jianshou Peak.

My father also went there in the end, spitting out the Fenglei Sword Pill that had been stored for many years and was still not the same as before.

Later, Grandmaster Ning Wan brought my mother and me back to Jianshou Peak, she said that when you wake up and see Jianshou Peak, you feel more at ease..."

As Zhao Ying spoke, her eyes were already red.

It's been too long since she talked to anyone.

"Where is Mrs. Ning Wan?"

With a glimmer of hope, Bai Wu squeezed her right hand that couldn't stop shaking with her left hand.

Zhao Ying brought him here, probably just to deal with some matters, right?

"Ten years ago in the evening, a demon went up to Jianshou Peak. From that day on, Master entrusted you to me..."

Tears flowed down Zhao Ying's weathered little face.

After a moment of silence.

"Well, I see, I have worked hard for you these years."

Bai Wu's hands stopped shaking suddenly, and she couldn't see sorrow or joy clearly on her face, she just comforted Zhao Ying.

"Little uncle?"

Zhao Ying raised her head, looked at Bai Wu with teary eyes, with a hint of longing:

"Are you really as powerful as the masters say?"

"I don't even know how good I am."

Bai Wu shook his head.

Before Zhao Ying lost his expression, he continued:

"But it must be enough to slaughter that red dragon and destroy that Pure Land Temple."

He looked at the flying sword in his heart that had been tempered continuously for 30 years without interruption.

Refining swords is also practicing swords!

"really?"

Zhao Ying burst into tears.

"real."

Bai Wu smiled and looked at this girl who was his nephew.

In the heart, a flying sword slowly took shape.

It was as red as blood, and then dimmed in a blink of an eye, as if it was soaked by the hot blood pierced into the chest, slowly absorbing all the scorching heat, leaving only a piece of cold embers.

"What are you doing in Luye City?"

Zhao Ying's attire was not considered good, and it could be called a sleepy little courtyard. As a second-level practitioner, she would not be reduced to this point.

"I'm just teaching swordsmanship for a large family in Luye City for daily needs. My ancestor said, I can't let you, little uncle, be too far away from Jianshou Peak.

Thanks to Jianshou Peak, there are now many people practicing swords. "

"Then how long will it be before the kendo meeting is held?"

"There is still about three months left. The venue for this time is jointly organized by several major sword cultivating sects. In order to commemorate the Jianshou Peak back then, the venue is set at our Jianshou Peak."

Zhao Ying's face was full of sadness.

She wants to cultivate a little bit higher, win the swordsmanship leader in her own family, and complete the unfinished work of her father.

In just one month, Jianshou Peak has become a memorial.

Even the home where I stayed for three years has become a place for other people's activities.

"Ying'er, go and resign from that kendo teaching position. Others are going to come to our house to organize activities. How can we not show our friendship as landlords?"

Bai Wu stood up and stretched.

In an instant, with a radius of ten thousand li, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth entered his body!

Chapter 188 Flying sword picks off its head, like picking something out of a bag!

The aura of heaven and earth is as mighty as a long dragon, swaying the aura into my body.

At this moment, all the practitioners nearby noticed this change and raised their heads in astonishment.

"My human race has produced another great cultivator?"

"No, there may not be such a movement when you become a great practitioner of the four realms. Which arrogance of my human race is this?"

"Okay, when those monsters make a comeback, our human race will have more confidence."

In the small courtyard, Zhao Ying stared at this scene in a daze, her mouth opened wide unconsciously.

"Ah~"

After stretching lazily, Bai Wu couldn't help yawning.

His stomach growled, but when he turned his head and looked to the left, there was no gentle man waiting for him to cry hungry, nor was there a gentle woman waiting for him with soft eyebrows and kind eyes holding a special small bowl.

In the past, the rustling sound of practicing swords was like fighting with swords, only to silence the ground.

I was stunned.

"Master, I seem to have realized what sword intent is."

The white mist seemed sad but not happy, with dim eyes.

A bamboo sword appeared in his hand, and the sword was flickering, revealing endless sharpness inadvertently.

Zhao Ying who was at the side felt her heart skip a beat.

It seemed that as long as the sword glow made a mischievous jump, she would die.

"Xiaoying, pack up and go home."

"okay."

After a while, the two walked on the streets of Luye City.

There were many monks on the street, and they were all looking around looking for something, but no one paid attention to this young man and a young man.

Not long after, the two came to a wide alley full of tall courtyards. Zhao Ying stopped in front of a door with a plaque that read 'Zhang's Mansion'.

Pushing open the small side door and going in, Zhao Ying went straight to the main hall, with Bai Wu silently following behind her.

With the personality of the Patriarch of the Zhang family, at this time, he would either practice in the study or entertain guests in the main hall.

Sure enough, there was a conversation in the main hall.

"Is this the breakthrough of the cultivator of the Shoutu Temple?"

"No, no, Shoutu Temple doesn't have that strength, maybe it's a certain big monk who came to Luye City for training."

There were two middle-aged people in the main hall who were communicating. Seeing Zhao Ying's arrival, Zhang Xi, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled:

"Zhao Jiaoxi, today is not the day of teaching, why did you come to Zhang Mansion?"

While he was talking, the other middle-aged man who was seated below looked at Zhao Ying calmly, and finally fixed on the long sword slung across her waist.

"Master Zhang, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Zhao Ying clasped her fists and said.

Zhang Xi showed a hint of surprise, and asked in doubt:

"But the offerings from my Zhang family are not enough, if you have any request, just ask for it."

This little girl's swordsmanship inheritance is extremely pure, and it is very suitable to teach her disciples at home. If she leaves, where can she find such a person.

"No, it's just that the elders of my master's sect have woken up and need to return to the sect to entertain guests."

As Zhao Ying spoke, she glanced at the white mist behind her schematically.

Zhang Xi looked at Bai Wu following her eyes and frowned.

Isn't this her unconscious brother?

Then asked: