The next moment, Changsheng thought of something and almost couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his face. Yes, the face she was using now was not her own. Even if it was really her face, Lingguang had been taken away by the Shanghuan sect since he was born.
If you have never come back, how can you recognize yourself?
She only knew Lingguang's appearance from the portrait her mother treasured. Especially the three red moles on his forehead, which were almost his trademark.
At this time, there were obviously a lot of people around, but there was a moment of sadness in Chang Sheng's heart. Yes, even her own brother did not recognize her. In this world, she seemed to be alone from beginning to end...
The sadness in her body became more and more permeated. People around her felt that she had just understood the path of the Sad Sword and had not yet fully mastered it, so they didn't feel anything. Even Ling Guang just felt that this sadness was too strong, and he
I don't like people who are so emotional, but I can't call them annoying. Anyway, this female cultivator entered the Tao with sadness, which can be regarded as a different path compared to the Three Thousand Avenues.
Yes, even though they were so close at this moment, Lingguang still failed to recognize Changsheng. Firstly, he always thought that Changsheng was dead, and secondly, because even if a high-level monk could sense his blood relatives, he and Changsheng
Are they really blood relatives?
Therefore, even though they were only a few feet apart, he still didn't notice the immortality. Even the three red moles on his forehead seemed silent and motionless.
Only Changsheng, the scar on the left side of her face was in severe pain. But with so many people watching at this time, she really couldn't keep silent, so she could only smile slightly, looking very apologetic.
"I'm really sorry. I already have a master, so it's hard for me to join someone else's sect."
Hearing what Changsheng said, those first-level sect monks who invited him were not surprised. After all, the possibility of a genius like a female cultivator being self-taught is really low, let alone a casual cultivator.
Is there any casual cultivator in this world who can possess so many spiritual stones to support his cultivation? Of course it is impossible. I just don’t know which sect family has such a foundation and can cultivate such talents and still be silent.
Lingguang just asked on a whim. He himself is the top genius. The ability to ask a question is already the limit, and it is impossible to say anything more condescendingly. He nodded and brought the depressed Gu Sheng with him.
Then he left in a hurry. The female cultivator, who was slender and carried a big knife behind her back, looked at Changsheng with great reluctance. Her pained expression made Changsheng wonder if he owed her a large sum of spiritual stones that he had not repaid.
"Fellow Taoist, do you really have a disciple?"
Chang Sheng was not very good at lying, so he was a little hesitant at this moment.
"I do have a master here."
Although Senior Mayfly refuses to admit it, in his heart, Senior Mayfly is already his master. As long as Senior Mayfly can escape from the disaster more than seventy years ago, he can call him his master in a dignified way.
respect.
But from what the female cultivator heard, she just had a master but didn’t mention her discipleship. This was simply a disguised admission that she didn’t have a discipleship!
"I wonder what fellow Taoist knows about Wu Dao Peak?"
"This...I have been traveling around the small world all year round. I don't have a deep understanding of the world of immortal cultivation, but I also know that the sword cultivator at Wu Dao Peak is very powerful. I have long admired my name."
However, what the female cultivator wanted was not for Chang Sheng to compliment them on Wu Dao Peak. She looked at Chang Sheng impatiently, and then asked in a low voice.
"We are both swordsmen, so we don't have to deceive each other. I would like to ask fellow Taoist, is your fellow Taoist good at swordsmanship, or even better at using knives?"
Chang Sheng paused and could only speak as calmly as possible.
"I just know how to use it a little, but I'm not particularly skilled."
However, the other party only focused on how to use these two words. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
"You may not know that in the world of immortal cultivation, there is actually a popular saying that 'no cultivation without swords'. I really want to slap the person who said this to death! We sword cultivators didn't offend anyone, but we got a 'rude' comment
.I just want to say, why are swordsmen so rude? Our swordsmanship can be broad and complex, or it can be subtle and graceful. After all, swords have the same origin, and I don’t know what can be compared!"
Changsheng agrees with this. In her opinion, there is no distinction between swords, guns, swords and halberds in essence, they are just ranked by the people who use them.
After thinking about it, Changsheng smiled at the female cultivator. As Lingguang moved away, the scars on Changsheng's face gradually became less painful. The smile at this moment was also sincere.
"Fellow Taoist is right."
"Really? I thought you would agree."
The female cultivator from Wu Dao Peak was very happy that Changsheng would think so, and immediately wanted to drag Changsheng to find a secluded place to talk, but was stopped by the young male cultivator who had been chasing her before.
The young male cultivator looked dissatisfied at the Wu Daofeng female cultivator who was interfering with her. He had always had a clear mind, and now even though he was dissatisfied, his eyes still looked very clean.
"Senior Sister Wushuang, why are you being unreasonable? It was obviously me who discovered this fellow Taoist first."
Wushuang looked back at the young monk, a smile as sharp as a knife's edge appeared on his heroic face.
"Oh, it's the little prince. What? What do you want to say? As for the question of who will see who first and who will meet later, isn't it biased? For monks like this fellow Taoist, we all want to have a good relationship.
There’s no need to say more.”
That young male cultivator, Supreme Sword Master Li Taishang, who is a genius but always loses himself. He is a swordsman who doesn't understand what is a relationship based on face. See you now.
But Wu Shuang opened his mouth, and without any hesitation, he walked forward and talked to Chang Sheng.
"Fellow Taoist, can you now believe that I didn't mean any harm just now? I'm a good person, but I just said what I said but didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"
"ah?"
Although he just felt that Mrs. Li's behavior was a bit strange, Chang Sheng did not feel that the relationship between the two was good enough to talk about forgiveness.
Moreover, isn’t this sentence a bit abrupt? I always feel that this fellow Taoist speaks strangely.
Seeing that Mrs. Li was crazy again, Wushuang sighed. She didn't want to have a conflict with this genius whom the Supreme Sword Sect valued. However, although Changsheng just threw out a sword aura, Wushuang was amazed by the sword aura.
.In recent years, those young monks have become more fond of practicing swordsmanship. Their first-grade sect, which is as big as Wu Dao Peak, has fewer and fewer disciples. How can she give up?
But Wushuang was at least more understanding of the world than the sword-crazed Taishang Li. At this moment, when he saw Changsheng looking uncontrollably at several fellow Taoists from Qishui Gate, he rolled his eyes and spoke immediately.
"These fellow Taoists were seriously injured just now. I happen to have a bottle of fifth-grade elixir here, which is very effective in treating external injuries and internal troubles. If you don't mind it, please use it."
