Gu Yusheng endured the severe pain and suppressed the complicated consciousness memories in his brain. He stepped back quickly with his toes and stood in his hands holding a sword.

The crack on the ground dissipated little by little.

The spirit of the negative sword stared at the dissipating cleft. There seemed to be some impulse in his eyes, but he still held back, his expression moved, and his eyes fell on Gu Yusheng.

"Oh? What an amazing young man. When I was wandering in Taixu, you had already understood that basic sword move. Your name is worth remembering by this sword immortal."

Gu Yusheng's heart moved and bowed, "My younger generation Gu Yusheng, was guided by two swords by his senior, and he luckily broke through himself. He has always been grateful. I'm brave enough to ask about the name of the senior."

"My name?"

A trace of confusion appeared on the man's face. He pondered for a moment, but could not remember it.

"I forgot that the thirteen people in the Sixth Court all like to call me uncle of junior master. Since you said that I have given you two swords, you can also call me uncle of junior master, so there should be no problem."

Uncle Master?

Gu Yusheng felt that he was a little arrogant for a moment, but when he thought of a pure sword cultivator like Mr. Qin, he would never be embarrassed to call the person in front of him "Uncle Master".

The key is that the other party seems to have some problems with his memory. If he has a thought, he will be wiped out at any time.

Gu Yusheng held a sword and bowed: "Greetings to the uncle of the junior master."

"Um."

The man nodded and touched his body, "You call me uncle, I should have given some gifts for the meeting, but unfortunately I have given all the good things to those thirteen guys, and I don't know how to lose my thousand-machine bag.

Where did it go?"

The man looked at Gu Yusheng again, and suddenly touched him, holding the smallest of the three swords on his back, pulled the scabbard in front of him, and stroked it for a while, as if deep in his eyes

He was a little reluctant, but he became open-minded again, threw it away at Gu Yusheng: "Well, if you don't give it to someone, it will disappear sooner or later with me. Let's give it to you."

Gu Yusheng subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but saw that the sword turned into a ray of spiritual light, and the spirit gourd that had penetrated his waist disappeared.

Before Gu Yusheng could react, the man suddenly appeared beside Gu Yusheng. One of his fingers was placed on the hilt of Gu Yusheng's sword and said in a solemn tone: "Mr. Nephew, I'm in a hurry, I'll kill another one.

Futian Sword.”

The moment when that finger was placed on the sword, Gu Yusheng felt that the sword in his hand became extremely heavy. The runes on the sword spine kept changing. In a vague way, the sound of a dragon roared, but the roaring sound was roaring.

The sound seemed to be trembling and fearful.

At the same time, the thunder talisman absorbing the demon-slaying sword in his hand made a whirring sound, and the arc light shone straight into the sky.

In a trance.

The world in front of Gu Yusheng turned into a mountain of peach blossoms, with colorful fallen flowers, and it was like a blood-colored world filled with monsters and monsters, and all kinds of powerful souls came with their teeth and claws.

Gu Yusheng was filled with shock.

Why does this person know about Futian Sword?

"Close your eyes."

"Remember this sword!"

A man's voice appeared in Gu Yusheng's mind.

Gu Yusheng held the sword in both hands, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and slashed forward.

Futian Sword Art.

The sky and the earth are destroyed.

The sky became extremely bright, and in the dark world, thousands of ghosts turned into nothingness, and starry skywards came towards the sects around Gu Yusheng's waist.

ground.

Then a crack spread to an invisible end appeared.

Gu Yusheng couldn't open his eyes.

He could only use his spiritual sense to sense a sword he had cut out.

He felt the breath of time and space, and a door opened in front of him.

The uncle, who was carrying two swords on his back, walked towards the door step by step. He turned around and said, "Mr. I'm lucky to see you, don't tell me what happened tonight."

As he stepped into that door, a ship seemed to come to greet him.

The uncle with the sword on his back stepped onto the boat, looked at the man on the bow of the boat, then looked back at the boy who became extremely blurred behind the door, and suddenly cursed: "You old dog, he is my nephew, you

How dare you catch his time!"

"He changed something extremely precious."

The angler wearing a hat on the boat had a hoarse voice and respect.

"Or, return it to him?"

"Precious stuff? Then forget it..."

The deep dialogue disappeared behind the door, and Gu Yusheng naturally couldn't hear the time and space dialogue between the two.

I don't know how long it took.

Gu Yusheng opened his eyes.

The world before us has returned to peace.

Only gusts of cold wind blew on my face.

In the dark world, the tea seller quickly approached with a lantern.

His figure flashed and appeared beside Gu Yusheng. The yellowed light of the lantern shone on Gu Yusheng. The tea seller carefully stared at Gu Yusheng for a moment. Under the candlelight, Gu Yusheng's shadow fell on the ground, and there was nothing unusual. The tea seller's eyes were deep.

He looked around and said in surprise: "Xiao Gu, did something happen just now?"

Gu Yusheng said, "The buried monk turned into a spirit body, and there are still many spirit bodies running over and I was beheaded."

"Go and follow me back."

The tea seller stuffed the lantern into Gu Yusheng's hand.

He was driving the way forward and walked very anxiously.

After arriving at the tea shop, the tea seller seemed to be completely relieved and said, "You have been in the deep mountains for too long and are tired. You need a good rest for a few days. Don't walk around and don't cook food. I'll let that crazy.

The lady brings some delicious food."

Gu Yusheng felt a little guilty when he heard the tea seller thinking about it. However, what happened just now was too incredible and could only hide it in his heart and wait for it to be thought about it slowly in the future.

...

midwinter.

Distant Zhongzhou.

It was snowing heavily on Jingting Mountain that ordinary people could not reach.

The Holy Academy Shushan is hidden deep in the sea of ​​clouds and fairy fog.

The Holy Academy Shushan has six courtyards and seven halls, three palaces and two pavilions.

There is also a mountain, a lake and a sea.

The vastness of the land is difficult to measure, and the height of the mountain is enough to pick stars.

Just in the six courtyards where the practitioners are located, there are five rituals, six music, five archery, five archery, six books, and nine numbers, like a galaxy, and the vastness of the trajectory is hard to describe.

The number of practitioners in each academies is different. Some academies only have a few people, while others have tens of thousands of people. Their power extends across the five states in the southeast, southwest and northwest of Zhongzhou.

Three thousand years ago.

When the Holy Academy Shushan was in full swing, the Master rode a yellow ox and walked alone in the world, and sat down thirteen students to control the six courtyards and seven halls.

There is a saying that three thousand Taoist Dharmas are published in the mountains.

There are also great scholars and monks who teach all directions.

Seventy-two Saints Conquer the Demons.

All kinds of rumors.

It is only recorded in the steles of various states or anecdotes in the world, and it is unknown whether it is true or false.

As for the 130 states in the world that were circulated among the people, no one believed it.

After all, the sixteen states in the Xiaoxuan Realm are the powerful Yuanying in the Eighth Realm. If you want to travel around the world, it will take hundreds of years to do it. If there are 130 states in this world, how big is it?

Under Jingting Mountain.

A thousand-foot-foot-sized learning boat travels on the river, and dozens of great scholars compete in the palaces on the learning boat, observe the sea, or read books of sages and teach students to practice.

The upper layer of ship armor.

The great teacher Wei Zhong, wearing the costume of the Holy Academy, stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the endless waterfall between the two mountains.

Ten feet away, ten teachers under his seat stood neatly. Yin Shen, the instructor who brought Mo Wanyun into the Sacred Mountain in Shengyuan, was also among them. However, his position was at the end of ten people.

"Two years have it been?"

The voice of the great tutor was low and clear, and it reached the ears of the ten tutors.
To be continued...