The autumn wind is rustling, and the heaven and earth are bleak.

Next to the deserted road was a curled young boy, who was only two years old, shivering, his face was blue and his eyes were narrowed.

"Damn it, can I be frozen to death?"

Chu Yang wailed in his heart. When he appeared in front of the bronze door inexplicably, he found that it was very similar to the bronze door ornament he bought. He stepped in with a terrible step, and immediately a large amount of information came into his mind, and the reason was understood.

It turns out that this bronze gate has the ability to travel through all realms. Every other month, a new world will appear and you can enter. Once you enter, your cultivation must improve one level, even a small level can be done, and you can return at any time. Only an hour will pass outside; if you do not improve, you will be trapped forever.

In the first time, in order to adapt to the time and space and reshape my body, I became a two-year-old child, and I had no inches of body, stiff all over and could not move.

In such an autumn wind, you will be frozen to death soon.

As for the origin of the bronze door, it is unknown!

At this moment, a middle-aged man with gray hair came over. He was tall and very strong, but his eyes were dull and his complexion was not good.

"Well? How could there be a child here?" The visitor stood beside Chu Yang, looked carefully, his eyes lit up, "The fairy bones and jade muscles, the inner essence of the spiritual body, and the natural body of Taoism are the supreme resources for practicing martial arts."

"Did God know that I had just been defeated by Wuming, so he gave me a Jiaer and passed on my sword path? Although I, Dugu Jian, do not believe in destiny, can indeed be my disciple with this Jiaer!"

Dugu Jian hugged Chu Yang in his arms, wrapped him in his clothes, and walked forward.

"Is it really Fengyun?" Chu Yang heard it clearly, "Dugu Jian, isn't it the Sword Saint? He just lost to Wuming's hand? Doesn't it mean that the plot has not begun yet?"

When you step into the bronze door, the information you receive will enter the time and space of the world of wind and clouds.

Ten years have passed in a flash.

To the north of Wushuang City, there is a huge manor. In the martial arts training ground, three figures are coming and going, the sword light is flashing, and the cold light is cold.

A moment later, two figures were slapped out by the sword spine.

"Senior brother, can't you show mercy? Is it painful to beat people?"

This is a little girl in her teens, with her pink and jade-carved mouth, and her eyes are red.

"Yes, my butt almost fell eight pieces?"

This is a boy, one or two years older than Chu Yang. He rubbed his butt and stood up. He was very upset, but he dared not speak out.

"Only those who endure hardships can become the best!"

Chu Yang carried the long sword in his back and said with a faint smile.

Ten years have passed, and he has grown into a twelve-year-old handsome boy, dressed in white, elegant, sunny and handsome, and a sharp look, with a similar face to his time traveling body.

When he was rescued by the Sword Saint, he came to the Sword Saint's seclusion place, accepted him as his disciple, asked about the situation, and only said his name in a muttering manner, and the rest shook their heads. The Sword Saint no longer asked, after all, he was a two-year-old baby.

The foundation was laid in the medicinal bath in the first three years. At this time, Chu Yang also began to sort out himself and organize his memories, and at the same time completely dispelled the resentment that inherited his predecessors.

"Since you have come to this Gaowu world and become a disciple of the Sword Saint, you must learn martial arts well. After returning, find out the reason and take revenge!"

This was Chu Yang's thought, but through his predecessor's memory, he vaguely guessed that the force of that world should surpass the world where Fengyun is located.

After three years, Chu Yang was really not used to the hard life of the thatched hut, so he tried hard to move the Sword Saint back to Wushuang City and built a manor in a remote place north of the city.

The city lord of Wushuang City is the brother of the Sword Saint.

As for the girl and boy in front of him, they are Mingyue, a member of the Ming family who takes it as their mission to protect Wushuang City, and Dugu Ming, the son of the city lord Dugu Yifang.

As a disciple of the Sword Saint, Chu Yang naturally has a noble status in Wushuang City. After several contacts, he took Mingyue and Dugu Ming as his younger follower. After a long time, he was also taken as his disciple by the Sword Saint.

Before he knew it, he had changed the original work, and as for what he would in the future, he would not care too much about it.

"Yang'er, what's wrong?"

The Sword Saint came over, his hair was still gray, but he was less depressed, and instead became much more energetic.

"Master, I have been in the postgraduate perfection for more than a year. I have polished it for a long time and I have a little bit of a sharp edge, but I can't suppress it. I'm afraid I will make a breakthrough recently!"

Chu Yang bowed and took the memory of the "predecessor" and had a certain foundation. In addition, the careful teaching of the Sword Saint, Wushuang City's many collections of books and recast bodies, the rapid practice of cultivation made the Sword Saint dumbfounded.

"It means that it will be natural, but it will be a big harm to you? Can the meridians bear it?"

The Sword Saint was very pleased, but he was also worried that he had a 120-tenth expectation for this talented disciple, so he naturally didn't want to have any worries.

The defeat at Wuming was a man of a heart that he felt resentful. He wanted to close his death and comprehend the subsequent evolution of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but he happened to meet Chu Yang and accepted him as his disciple. The resentfulness was slightly resolved. After Chu Yang deliberately mentioned it, he occasionally made a strange saying and made him listen to it. Only then did he sort out himself and slowly polish it, and the decaying qi and blood had a recovery look.

When he really came back to his senses, Chu Yang had already achieved success in his swordsmanship, which made him quite regretful. This made Chu Yang slow down, suppress his cultivation and polish his sword energy.

"Master, don't worry, the Holy Sword Decision cultivates sword energy, showing its sharpness and invincibility. Although it has the disadvantage of damaging meridians and overdrawing potential, with the improvement of the master, polishing the sword energy, it makes the sword energy more pure and does not cause much damage to the body."

Chu Yang said confidently.

When you came to this world, everything returned to its original state, reshaped your body, and was born innately. In the first three years, the medicine bath was laid and the self was sorted out. You also had the awareness of being at peace since you came, and you will practice the sword art with the sword body in the future.

At the age of five, he began to practice the Holy Sword Skill of the Heart Method, and then he realized that this sword technique was too sharp. Although it improved rapidly, it hurts itself, damages meridians, and overdraws its potential.

I remembered the original work that the sword saint was old, his qi and blood were declining, and when he finally fought against Xiongba, his qi and blood were completely dry. With the sword saint's cultivation level, he shouldn't have been like this, and he didn't understand it at that time. He thought that he was defeated by Wuming's hand and was sad. Understanding the twenty-three swords was exhausted. Now that he practiced the Holy Sword Skill, he understood the truth. It was this sword technique that consumed qi and blood and overdrawed his potential.

This is why he deliberately made some suggestions, allowing the Sword Saint to lay the foundation for sacrificing qi and blood, and at the same time improving the sword technique to slash its sharpness.

The Sword Saint nodded: "If you hadn't touched my mind a few times and reflected on me, I'm afraid I'd have exhausted my hard work now! In order to compete for the first place in the sword art, I challenged my master everywhere, without strengthening my foundation and nourishing my qi and blood. In addition, when the Holy Sword was too strong to kill and defeated Wuming, I felt angry and prepared to close my death to comprehend the subsequent evolution of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. If I hadn't met you and dissipated my anger, my master's fate would have been predicted."

"With the master's talent, how could he have never imagined? He just went to extremes at that time!"

Chu Yang said quickly.

The Sword Saint nodded and looked at the other two disciples, "You two are getting started late, so you can't waste time. You must follow your senior brother. Mingyue has reached the middle stage of the acquired day, and it is quite good to practice. And you Dugu Ming, who is older than your senior brother, is still wandering in the middle stage of the acquired day, which is too useless. If you cannot break through to the innate within five years, even if you are my nephew, I will expel you out!"

"Yes, Master!"

Dugu Ming's body shook and his face turned pale. He was most afraid of this sword saint who was both the uncle and the master.

"Master, they are still young, don't scare them!"

Chu Yang smiled aside.

"I'm still young? When you were two years old, you were better than them now!" The Sword Saint snorted coldly, "They were all spoiled by you. The tasks that taught them will be handed over to you in the future." As he said that, he turned around and walked into the house, with a smile flashing across the corner of his mouth, "Go and break through in seclusion, I will protect you!"

"Okay Master!"

Chu Yang shrugged, not caring. With his background and understanding of this world, he trained these two little geniuses to become innate masters within five years, without any pressure.

In the original work, when Mingyue appeared, her strength was not weak, and Nie Feng was also very different, as if Dugu Ming was also a genius, but unfortunately she did not have the fate of the protagonist.

Back in the room, Chu Yang sat cross-legged, stabilized his mind and activated his skills.

The way of cultivation is to promote qi and blood and build foundations of muscles and bones, it is to use the mind method and practice internal strength, which is the acquired realm, divided into early stage, mid stage, late stage and perfection.

After perfection, open the gate of heaven, communicate with heaven and earth, and transform acquired true qi into innate power, which is the innate realm.

"Is it innate? I remember in the original work, when Fengyun appeared, he probably just entered the innate realm!"
Chapter completed!