The figures of the two people flashed and disappeared.

A mere divine poison is a threat to the monks on the third level of Qi Refining; but it has no use to the Nascent Soul monks.

After leaving this city, he took on a new identity and started a new life.

This time, he plays the role of a doctor.

Open a pharmacy to help the world.

Three years later, he changed his identity again and became a blacksmith, specializing in blacksmithing for a living.

With the sound of the stove and the clanging sound, the business was opened again.

Everything turned out to be in order, and ten years later, he had a different identity.

In this way, Lu Xuanji kept changing his identity, becoming a fortune teller, a doctor, a blacksmith, a beggar gang leader, a civil servant, a military general, and even an emperor.

When I was a fortune teller, I cheated as much as I wanted, but still attracted a certain younger brother to plot, and finally escaped; I played the doctor, but three years later, I had to take off my vest because of a poisoning case; I was playing the role again

The leader of the Beggar Clan, at the moment when his career reached its peak, was surrounded and suppressed by the government;

When he was a civil servant, he paid bribes to the superiors and actively managed the rivers, which was considered to be a remarkable achievement. But just before he was to be promoted, the backstage collapsed and was imprisoned in prison;

When he was a military commander, he fought on the battlefield and made outstanding achievements, but he was hated by the enemy, fell into siege, and was hacked to death with random swords;

When he became emperor again, he governed the world, and the country was stable and peaceful. However, it also attracted a family's counterattack, so he was assassinated by an immortal master one night.

The identities are constantly changing, sometimes for a short period of time, just three or five years; sometimes for a long time, spanning decades.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.

After changing his identity and experiencing the world of mortals, his cultivation level is also steadily improving.

Eighty years ago, he entered the ninth level of Nascent Soul;

Sixty years ago, I guided the soul of the earth.

Now, it is possible to attract the Heavenly Soul.

But Lu Xuanji still felt safe.

Relatively speaking, Jin Xi is still stuck in the middle step of becoming a god, and there is still a certain risk in attracting the heavenly soul.

As soon as his figure flashed, Lu Xuanji left.

The imperial robe disappeared and he was no longer the emperor.

The phoenix hairpin on Jin Xi's head disappeared, the phoenix robe disappeared, and she was no longer the queen.

"Xuanji, where are we going this time!"

Jin Xi asked,

"Be yourself and become a real swordsman!" Lu Xuanji patted the long sword on his waist and said calmly: "I haven't practiced swordsmanship for a long time over the years, and my swordsmanship is a bit rusty!"

Jin Xi nodded and said, "I listen to you!"

Lu Xuanji touched the long knife and said leisurely: "I feel that my opportunity is coming soon. It will take up to a hundred years to achieve the goal of transforming into a god!".

Jin Xi spoke with envy: "You are really a genius, you are so fast!"

One hundred years later, he will only be less than 1,300 years old.

The 1,300-year-old Avatar is a little too young.

Lu Xuanji looked at the Taoist monk. Her qualifications were still excellent. She might not be as good as him, but she was also top-notch in transforming into gods. But now she was still stuck in the middle step of transforming into gods. It was more a matter of her state of mind: "Xi'er,

You are almost there too. You just lack confidence in yourself. In many cases, don’t think too much, just go with your feelings and you will be fine and perfect!”

Jin Xi nodded.

The golden light flashed and the two people disappeared.

Finally, he settled in a mountain town.

…

A mountain city with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs.

After entering the mountain city, the people coming in and out exude leisure and comfort.

Lu Xuanji carried a long sword on his back, took Jin Xi's hand, entered the city, rented a small courtyard and settled here.

Seal all the cultivation abilities, just turn into a mortal, and use the long sword to slash and kill.

Swish!

The long sword was changing. Lu Xuanji moved the long sword, and the sound of the wind was ringing, as if he was flying in the strong wind.

The eight methods of sweeping, splitting, plucking, cutting, plundering, stabbing, chopping, and thrusting are changing.

Simple yet ruthless, this is different from swordsmanship,

Swordsmanship pays attention to changes in technique and weirdness; but the opening and closing of swordsmanship is like a flood sweeping across, like a tidal wave.

The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers. It is mainly used for cutting, violent and decisive, and uses force to defeat cleverness.

The sword technique pays attention to the force of large force and low force, large opening and closing, few changes but fierce power.

When the long sword is activated, the enemy is often killed in two or three moves, or is put at a disadvantage. There is no such thing as a protracted battle.

After practicing swordsmanship, Youshu and Jin Xi rested together to make up for their original shortcomings.

In the creation of yin and yang, the two of them enjoy the happiness of having a double break, and it is wonderful to have such fun.

Woohoo!

At the beginning, the blade was fierce and domineering, but gradually the blade was changing, as if a ghost was crying.

The knife has become sharper, and its lethality has increased astonishingly; but correspondingly, its endurance has also decreased.

Seeing him wielding the long knife, most of the children left in fear.

Only one child looked at this scene with a demented look on his face and a look of envy in his eyes.

"This eldest brother, who has settled here with a beautiful sister, must be a hero..." Envy flashed in the child's eyes. Above the tea house, he heard the story of the blind man, and there was a hero in it.

Act chivalrously and righteously, kill corrupt officials, kill bad guys and thieves, and be attracted by beautiful women.

After hearing this, the young man was filled with envy.

It's just that if you want to join a martial arts school, you need to spend a lot of money.

The family lacks financial resources and cannot afford to join a martial arts school.

Swish!

After taking back the long sword, Lu Xuanji was about to return to the courtyard.

The child stepped forward and said: "Brother, are you a knight? I heard that a powerful knight can defeat dozens of people by himself, and he acts like a knight!"

Lu Xuanji smiled and said: "I am not a knight!"

A chivalrous man must first have a chivalrous spirit, but does he have a chivalrous spirit?

Sorry, he didn't!

He has no chivalrous spirit, he is just a refined profitist.

In his previous life, when he traveled through time, the martial arts were dead, and some were just self-interested; in the later years, even the passionate fantasy was dead, and he could only lie down in daily life.

The child asked curiously: "Big brother has a long sword and is already ten enemies. Why is he not a knight?"

Lu Xuanji smiled and said: "I only know how to fight and kill, and I only know how to show off my strength. At that time, the thugs were a black society. They only had chivalry in their hearts, helping those in distress and those in need, and helping the weak. This was chivalry. Sacrificing one's life for national disasters, ignoring death.

Feeling at home and saving the people like fire and water, this is the spirit of chivalry."

"As for me, I'm not worthy of being called a hero."

The child was disappointed and said: "It turns out that the eldest brother is not a hero!"

Lu Xuanji said: "The hero is dead, and I only have a single husband. Go back, take care of your family, and don't dream of being a hero. There are no heroes in today's world!"

Walking in the mortal world for almost a hundred years, he saw all kinds of people, countless sleazy and despicable people, many of whom made friends based on interests and separated them based on interests, but there was no hero.

Stepping forward and touching the child's head, Lu Xuanji thought of Lu Fan, Lu Xian and others.

At that time, he was walking outside.

By the time they got home, their two sons were already in their thirties and could no longer touch their heads.

Quite a pity.

The child in front of him fulfilled his wish.

Later, Lu Xuanji returned to the courtyard.

…

The next day, Lu Xuanji was outside the courtyard again, drawing his sword and dancing.

The long knife is like splashing water.

Children were playing around, clapping their hands, singing children's songs, and playing with the mud on the ground; they were playing house again, with you as the mother, me as the father, you as the wife, and me as the husband. They were playing with each other very happily, and the child also

He played in it, and after playing for a while, he just stood aside and watched him dance the knife.

Then, the child took a branch from the side, trimmed it briefly, and then started to dance with the knife like him.

Other children also came forward to learn how to dance the knife.

Then they took the branches, humming, hey, and started fighting together.

Lu Xuanji's expression remained unchanged, and he still danced his sword.

The long knife is changing, one knife, two knives, three knives, four knives... it keeps dancing until it reaches ten thousand knives, and then it's time to call it a day and go home.

In this way, Lu Xuanji continued day by day, and another year passed in the blink of an eye.
To be continued...