After sending away the incarnation of kind thoughts, Jue Wushen endured the severe pain in his fists and sat down on the stone steps of the school ground. Although today was a complete defeat and an extremely humiliating defeat, think on the bright side, he is not dead yet!
Only when people are alive can they have hope and infinite possibilities. Failure for a moment does not mean forever. Living is the greatest victory.
If you think about it carefully, it seems like he lost this battle, but in fact he didn't.
draw!
In exchange for minor injuries to his fists, he received important information from a mysterious master from the Central Plains. The opponent may have won, but he absolutely did not lose.
A draw, definitely a draw.
The plan to invade the Central Plains has been postponed indefinitely by Jue Wushen. This is not cowardice, this is called temporarily avoiding the edge, a kind of retreat in a strategic sense.
Jue Wushen discovered that there was a serious mistake in his plan. His understanding of the martial arts in the Central Plains was not as deep as he imagined, and there were a lot of gaps and blind spots.
Like the man in red just now, like the black sword, he didn't know anything about it.
Imagine diving into the unfathomable martial arts world of the Central Plains, and then being surrounded by a group of weirdos who jumped out, and guessing who would kill him...
The picture was so beautiful that Jue Wushen shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Suddenly, he also wanted to thank Wuming.
But then he thought about it, the other party came to kill him, but he couldn't even call the other party's name. He was too passive, and intelligence work must be put on the agenda.
Suddenly, the image of a young man who forced his way into Miyamoto's house popped up in Jue Wushen's mind. The young man might have had a bit too much taste, but he was able to break into Miyamoto's house on his own, and even forced Miyamoto Seoling, who was good at swordsmanship.
It can be seen that this guy must have extraordinary skills and be a good candidate for extracting information.
"Wait a minute, this little pervert and that weirdo...could they be master and disciple?"
As soon as the idea came up, it was killed by Juewu Shen. It was impossible, or rather unlikely, because the time was not right. The little pervert had been in Japan for a while, which was Miyamoto Yukirei's age. Otherwise,
My belly is now enlarged.
Thinking of this, Jue Wushen made up his mind. After recovering from his injuries, he went to Miyamoto's house to capture the little pervert and tortured him to find out how deep the water in the Central Plains martial arts world was.
If he can't beat someone in his twenties, and if he can't beat someone in his teens, he might as well slap his forehead and die for the rest of his life!
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As for the incarnation of good thoughts, he put away Juewu Shrine’s exclusive secret recipe ‘Blood Jue’, followed the coordinates on the young sword master’s body, and came to an elegant long house in a flash.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he heard an unpleasant sound in the house. The incarnation of kindness was speechless, and a wisp of sword energy bloomed, leaving the sword master to worry about it later.
Regarding the matter between the Sword Master and Miyamoto Seoling, Liao Wenjie, the real person, has calculated that it is a tragedy.
In the early years, the Lord of Wushuang City, Dugu Sword Master, in pursuit of perfect swordsmanship, took the "Seven Lifetimes of Forgetfulness" and paid the price of a lifetime of ruthlessness in exchange for the supreme understanding of swordsmanship.
What is more tragic is that the swordsman who has been ruthless throughout his life discovered that people without emotions do not have a perfect life, not even a perfect life, let alone perfect swordsmanship.
In order to regain his feelings, he went through great pains to find the poison "Half Heart", and used poison to fight poison and barely suppressed "Seven Worlds of Forgetfulness".
Later, he met the love of his life, Sekirei Miyamoto, in Japan, and the two jointly created the first eighteen moves of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. Because the two had the same mind, these eighteen moves were the sword of love.
Before getting married, the power of the 'Half Heart' medicine gradually wears off, and the sword master faces two choices: merge the human sword with the sword and forget his love again, or give up the unparalleled sword and spend the rest of his life with Miyamoto Yukirei.
The Sword Master resolutely abandoned the Wushuang Sword and blasted it into the underground of Miyamoto's house. Unexpectedly, on the night before the wedding, Miyamoto Seoling, who knew nothing about it, dug out the Wushuang Sword and handed it to the Sword Master in order to please the Sword Master.
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With the unparalleled sword in hand, the human sword merged into one, and the sword master turned into a ruthless man again and returned to the Central Plains alone by boat.
Halfway through, the last bit of the 'Half Heart' medicine came back to life. The sword master was so excited and overwhelmed with grief that he drew his sword and left a mark on his forehead to show that he would never forget his true love.
Men are all big pigs. After three seconds, he no longer knows who Miyamoto Seoling is.
From then on, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique started from "Sword Nineteen". It was a ruthless and ruthless sword technique.
The incarnation of good thoughts dueled with the Sword Master, and severely damaged the Sword Master's soul with one blow. When he started the marquee of his life, he recalled the love of his life, and the sword marks between his eyebrows collapsed, and the poison of "seven lifetimes of forgetfulness" was finally solved.
Then there is this young swordsman who shoots his bow at the first sight. The rumors are correct. When he makes the first shot, he is indeed the king of swordsmen.
According to him, he has not seen his beloved for many years and is too emotional.
Look at the Sword Master, then look at Bu Jingyun, then look at Qin Shuang, Nie Feng... It's really miserable for honest people.
…
The sword energy bloomed, and the incarnation of good thoughts stood in the courtyard. Within a moment, a young and old-looking sword master opened the door and walked out. His clothes were messy and there was a slap mark on his face.
It can be seen from this that Miyamoto Seoling's grievances are not so easy to settle.
"Lonely Sword pays homage to senior!"
When the young sword master saw that the person coming was Liao Wenjie, he immediately knelt on his knees and gave him a great gift. After getting up, he said calmly: "I wonder why the senior came to Japan to find the junior when he is not in the Central Plains to receive blessings?"
The longhouse opened the window slit, and the woman whose face was covered with gauze carefully looked at her. Although she was very beautiful on the outside, she couldn't hide her aging look on the inside. The sword master's old lover was really not young anymore.
The incarnation of good thoughts said nothing, and showed the peerless sword in his hand.
Jue Wushen is a lot weaker than he thought. In terms of strength, he is far inferior to Xiongba. The sword has a spirit. He thinks that the incarnation of good thoughts is deceiving it. If he doesn't learn the skills of swordsmanship, he will... become autistic.
Simply, the incarnation of good thoughts came to the Sword Master to test the sword, and by the way, he picked up the wool again. The Sword Master has returned to his lover, and has been tired of his beloved for so many days. His understanding of "Sword Twenty-Three" will definitely be improved to a higher level.
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The young sword sage understood the idea in his heart, turned around and returned to the house, walked out with his unparalleled sword, and looked at each other in the courtyard with the incarnation of kind thoughts.
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Two minutes later, a weed in the yard lost its vitality and withered instantly.
The incarnation of good thoughts nodded, turned around and left with the peerless sword in hand.
"Senior, wait a moment. My wife has been waiting for me, a heartless person, for forty years. Now that I have regained my youth, she feels inferior and self-pitying. I dare to ask my senior to use my magical power again." The sword master stepped forward to stop the incarnation of good thoughts and said respectfully.
, but the tone of speaking was very aggressive.
All the emotions are poured into Seol Miyamoto, and it is difficult for others to understand her.
The incarnation of good thoughts shook his head: "You are addicted to women, and the progress of 'Sword Twenty-Three' has been minimal. When you gain confidence, go to Lingyun Cave to find me. I will fulfill your wish by then. If I am not here, leave a message there.
Fire Qilin."
"Junior, let's practice swordsmanship now."
After that, the sword master held the unparalleled sword motionless and began to deduce the "Twenty-three Swords". It was not until sunset that Miyamoto Seoling called him into the house for dinner.
As soon as he entered the door, the unparalleled sword was abandoned again, and the young sword master painstakingly studied the way of being sentient.
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Leyang Town.
It is an ordinary small town with a population of less than 2,000. It is the center of the surrounding villages. It is only crowded during festivals or fairs.
Compared with the disputes in the martial arts world, the people here can live and work in peace and contentment, and it can be called a pure land.
In the distance, a frightened horse was carrying dust, disturbing the tranquility of the town. The man on the horse was wearing a black robe, with his head covered and only his eyes exposed. If you get closer, you can smell the lingering smell of blood on his body.
Bu Jingyun.
Ever since he left Tianxiahui, his little life has not been peaceful. Fortunately, Qin Shuang took care of it secretly, so he did not die in the trap.
After getting rid of the pursuers this time, Bu Jingyun had not eaten for two days. When he saw a restaurant in the distance, he felt it was so attractive that he couldn't help but approach it again and again.
The pursuers didn't know when they would return. Bu Jingyun didn't want to stay long, but his heart was unbearable and his body started to move on its own.
In front of Zhuma Restaurant, Bu Jingyun finally understood where this sense of closeness came from, just because of the three words "Zhonghua Pavilion" on the plaque.
Bu Jingyun couldn't help but shed tears after seeing these three words. Others couldn't understand them, but they thought the plaque was grand and the handwriting must have been written by a famous artist, but he understood the obscure and profound meaning at a glance.
My wife is gone, I am so sad and want to die.
It's a bit vulgar, but the general meaning is this. Bu Jingyun deeply felt that he had met the same kind of people, and had a vague feeling that the boss of Zhonghua Pavilion was an extraordinary person. He wanted to become stronger, so he abandoned the horse and strode in.
Store door.
In the store, several waiters were dozing listlessly, and the shopkeeper was fiddling with his abacus. He raised his head and saw Bu Jingyun, and immediately frowned: "Sir, the store is not doing business today, so please go elsewhere!"
Bu Jingyun didn't speak, closed his eyes and sensed for a while, followed the smell that was probably the same kind, and with tears streaming down his face, he quickly walked through the side door near the kitchen and came to a yard where grass and flowers were cultivated.
The shopkeeper wanted to stop him, but stopped halfway and continued to make plans.
On Bu Jingyun's side, he heard the desolate sound of the harp after he was admitted to the hospital. The strange thing was that the sound of the harp only floated inside the hospital, and no sound could be heard outside the hospital even a step away.
Looking at the middle-aged man playing the erhu under the tree with a decadent look on his face, Bu Jingyun stood there and blinked hard. He was close in front of him but far away in the horizon. This man's artistic conception is integrated with nature, and he is no less than Emperor Shi.
Heaven's ultimate master.
I want to worship him as my teacher!
Bu Jingyun deeply felt the guidance of fate, pulled down the black cloth covering his face, and after two steps, he knelt down directly in front of Wuming.
"This strong man, please come back. You and I have no relationship between master and disciple."
The one who played the erhu was naturally Wuming. At this moment, he was full of blood. He felt deeply the evil spirit, hostility and hatred in Bu Jingyun's body. Seeing that he couldn't kneel down, he put down his erhu and picked up the tea cup: "I am a guest from afar, drink this cup."
Tea, you and I don’t know each other anymore.”
Bu Jingyun remained motionless and made up his mind to kneel down and die in the courtyard.
Seeing this, Wuming sighed and took a sip of the tea in the cup. He could see that Bu Jingyun was the same unlucky guy as him, and felt the same inexplicable grief, but...
The murderous intent is too strong. It is impossible for him to accept a person who uses hatred as the driving force for survival as his disciple.
"This strong..."
In the middle of Wuming's words, his face changed drastically, he took a breath of Qi and sprayed Bu Jingyun with blood all over his face.
Bu Jingyun: Σ(￣ε￣;)
It was wrong of him to force his apprenticeship, but he didn't have to work so hard, right?