With a huge tremor, the ship stopped suddenly.

The ferry of Qingfeng Pavilion successfully docked at Zangzhoupu.

Finally, the "heart-to-heart" between the two people in the cabin ended hastily.

Zhao Rong carried the book box and went to find Liu Sanbian to get off the boat together.

His expression was full of energy, which made Liu Sanbian, who was traveling with him, quite strange. How come he seemed like a different person after not seeing him for a while, and his spirit was completely different from just now?

Zhao Rong was very excited because, besides studying, he now had another interesting thing to do - spiritual practice.

Just now in the cabin, Gui told him that there was a sword hidden in the soul in his brow chakra.

The name of the sword is Fu Shi.

Although Gui did not immediately tell Zhao Rong the origin and secret of the sword, nor did he explain to him why it had changed from the previous sword master to the current sword spirit.

But after seeing Zhao Rong's persistence, Gui decided to make three rules with him.

It agreed that Zhao Rong could try to practice, and could provide a little help, although it kept emphasizing that it could only provide a little, because the most important things in the Dengtian and Fuyao realms are perseverance and talent, and not too many technical things, but Zhao Rong was still quite excited. After all, it was not easy to get Gui to give in.

Gui and Zhao Rong agreed that if Zhao Rong could cultivate to the perfection of Fuyao realm, then Gui would go all out to help him "change his fate" and try to use all the methods it knew to expand his qi sea and meridians and improve his cultivation qualifications.

However, it also admitted that the effects of many methods were only minimal. After all, the aptitude for cultivation was innate and purely depended on God's gift. Unless the acquired methods could get to the root of the problem, they were only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.

Moreover, the practice of cultivators like us is against the will of heaven. If we attempt to change our qualifications, it would be a heinous crime. Perhaps before we even reach the Golden Elixir stage, the great Dao of heaven and earth will bring down a calamity.

Zhao Rong heard this, but he didn't flinch or get scared. He was very satisfied that Gui could help him. As for the heavenly tribulation that Gui mentioned, Zhao Rong didn't care much, because Gui's tone was joking when he talked about it. He was just an unruly person. Zhao Rong and he were not from the same family. They were both of the type that their fate was determined by themselves, not by God...

Well, Zhao Rong wasn’t like that before, but he is now, because he wants to defy fate and change his destiny!

Later, Zhao Rong tried to ask about the "method" mentioned before that could tamper with the qualifications for cultivation at the origin, but was interrupted by Gui, who told him not to think about it anymore. Although cultivators practice to strive for a "one in a million chance", they cannot have unrealistic luck. That "method" can only rely on illusory luck now and cannot be obtained.

He also asked Zhao Rong to find out some information for him as he wanted to clarify some things.

Finally, Gui Zheng solemnly told Zhao Rong that if he tried his best to get that "what if" and was promoted to Haoran Realm, then it would tell him everything about the sword, including the illusory fate, and he would also get all the mysterious magical powers of the sword. However, if he still couldn't break through the realm after trying his best, then he should just accept his fate and be an ordinary person, stop trying to climb to the sky like an ant, and live this short life in an ordinary way.

"call."

Zhao Rong let out a light breath and patted the railing rhythmically with one hand. He looked into the distance and saw the distant mountains, bamboo forests and green hills on both sides of Qianli Lake. He felt that they were extremely pleasing to the eyes. He turned around and smiled at Liu Sanbian.

"I see how charming the green mountains are. I think the green mountains see me the same way."

The sinister man who was watching the crowd getting off the boat in front of him suddenly brightened up. Even though he was not well-educated, he could appreciate the beauty of this sentence. What made him most excited was the words "green mountains".

He listened attentively, but unfortunately the scholar leaning on the railing next to him had no further words to say.

"Gui, do you think I am now considered a person with my own flying sword? How about becoming a sword immortal in the future?"

"Hey, I've never seen a sword immortal who is not even at the Fuyao realm. I'm so sorry for the disrespect."

"Drinking, reciting poems, passing swords, oh my, so cool! Go back, I think the name Fu Shi is too ugly and doesn't match my temperament. How about we change the name to... Kai Tian, ​​how about that?"

"Go to hell."

"No, Kaitian is too domineering and not low-key enough. We have to hide. How about calling... Taohua?"

"roll!"

…

There was one thing Gui did not tell Zhao Rong.

Once Zhao Rong is promoted to the Haoran Realm, Fu Shi will recognize his master, and Zhao Rong will have to accept a fate. Then it will be completely locked together with Zhao Rong. Once the sword master dies, the sword spirit will also be wiped out.

And the Fu Shi sword master who may have to stay in the Haoran realm for his entire life may be the weakest one Fu Shi has ever met since some unknown era.

…

Anling State, somewhere deep in the mountains and old forests.

There is a waterfall falling from a hundred-foot-high cliff into a clear lake.

The water in the pool was quiet and unfathomable, and the waterfall did not make much noise.

A young deer was foraging on the shore. Occasionally, it would raise its head with beginnings of antlers, look around alertly for a while, and then continue to eat grass with its head down.

Suddenly, a group of birds and beasts flew up from a forest in the distance.

The little deer suddenly tilted its head and looked.

But the next second.

The Bitan Lake exploded, the lake water evaporated, and the waterfall flowed backwards.

A dark shadow rushed out.

It turned out to be a ferocious dragon.

His entire body was as black as ink, and his eyes were as red as blood.

Chiyu sensed that the illusion he had set up a hundred miles away had been destroyed, and at this moment his spiritual consciousness even realized that he was being locked by two auras.

He is a human cultivator from Sikou Mansion!

The fish in the pond was frightened and angry, and turned into a beam of light and fled to the west.

Not far away, two sword lights came, as fast as lightning.

Passing by the green lake where half of the water had evaporated, one beam of sword light suddenly stopped, while another beam of sword light continued to chase the demon dragon.

Zhao Qianqiu stopped in the air, with a small blue sword floating beside him, and his eyes scanned the ground below.

The area around Bitan was in a mess, with fallen old trees, dead deer, and the lake water that had just been blown away turning into raindrops, falling slowly.

Zhao Qianqiu found that there was nothing strange and it was not a scheme to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he hurriedly fled and chased the evil dragon.

Thousands of feet high in the sky.

A black light escaped in front, and two sword lights chased behind.

The three of them have passed through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise, but their speed has not slowed down, and they even accelerate again and again, like tireless giants chasing the sun.

The demon race is naturally strong, and the demon dragons in the state of transformation are born with the ability to control clouds and rain, and they are strong and extremely fast.

But there were two sword lights behind it, and the two Yuanying realm sword cultivators of the human race's Taizong were not easy to deal with either. They had a lot of elixirs and magical powers, and their physical strength did not seem to be exhausted, so they kept chasing it relentlessly.

One day, the three passed by a prosperous human city.

The black dragon named Chiyu suddenly burst out with a cluster of black light and accelerated suddenly.

The two sword lights chasing behind him, one also accelerated, causing sonic booms wherever it passed, and continued to chase; but the other sword light stopped again.

It was still Zhao Qianqiu. Above the city, he raised his right hand and drew a finger across his forehead, opening a third eye. The red sword pattern on his cheek lit up, allowing him to see through the human city below.

After a while, Zhao Qianqiu withdrew his magical powers, turned around and fled away.

After he left, the city below was still bustling with activity, as if no one had noticed what had just happened.

The streets were crowded with people, peddlers and merchants hawking their wares in an endless stream.

In a corner of the street, a group of children gathered around a dark-faced old man holding a stand of candied haws.

The envious children pulled at the clothes of the adults at home and acted coquettishly in a tender voice.

Some children just watched with envy when they saw other children licking candied haws.

The dark-faced old man was collecting money and handing out candied haws with a smile on his face. Suddenly, a white and tender little hand was spread in front of him, with two slightly worn copper coins lying on the palm. The old man turned his head and saw a little boy in a red cotton-padded jacket with a pigtail haircut, biting his thumb, with longing in his innocent eyes.

The old man smiled even more. He took the two copper coins, picked a candied haws from the shelf, paused, put it back, and picked a bigger candied haws with hawthorn fruit and handed it to the little boy in the red cotton-padded jacket.

The little boy in the red cotton-padded jacket happily took it, put down his saliva-stained fingers, and started to eat the candied haws with relish.

At this moment.

A person suddenly appeared in the sky above the street. It was Zhao Qianqiu. He had actually left and come back.

Zhao Qianqiu's face was gloomy. He explored the city carefully again, but still found nothing. He shook his head, turned into a sword light, and disappeared in an instant.

The little boy in the red cotton-padded jacket continued to eat the candied haws, but at one point he glanced upwards and continued motionless.

Not long after, a figure suddenly appeared high above the street!

Zhao Qianqiu came back for the second time, looked down with a frown, snorted coldly, left with a wave of his sleeves, and continued to chase the black dragon.

The little boy in the red cotton-padded jacket raised his lips slightly. He waited for a while and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that no one came back.

A body of a demon dragon in the state of transformation of spirit, plus a body outside the body of a yang god, in exchange for his own life, it is not a loss.

Chiyu comforted himself with a bit of pain in his heart.

Anyway, that person promised me that as long as I go there, he will give me the remains of an ancient demon dragon of the Great Saint Realm. Then I will not only be able to rebuild my body, but also make further progress. Within a thousand years, I can expect to reach the Great Saint Realm!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and his thoughts wandered involuntarily.

Hahaha, I have tolerated your Sikou Mansion for a long time, hahahaha, I killed the disciple of your Chief Sikou, what can you do to me?

Hahahahahahahaha.

Fortunately, I met that person. Not only did I do something that made me happy, but someone also paved the way for me, and I will be able to get a great opportunity later!

That person arranged someone to pick me up in the Shanshui Cave in the southern part of Zhishui Country, ensuring that I could escape successfully. He would also send me there later. By then, I, Chi Yu, would be able to obtain true freedom and immortality!

While Chi Yu's thoughts were running wild, Zhao Qianqiu was resting with his eyes closed under a tree on a mountaintop a hundred miles away from the human city. Suddenly, someone spoke a word in his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes and flew east on his sword, which was the direction of Zhishui Kingdom.

At this time, in that human city, on a street, a little boy in a red cotton-padded jacket was still standing there eating candied haws.

He felt very happy at the moment, so he didn't try to restrain his mind and his thoughts became more scattered.

Haha, I'm not afraid that you won't come to save me. If I get caught, I will give you all away. Do you dare not save me?

If what you did against the Zhao family in Wangquezhou becomes public, you will face the wrath of the human race's Taizong. By then, it won't just be the people from Tianya Sword Pavilion who will be responsible, but people from Tai'a Sword Pavilion will be sent personally to handle it. It may even attract the Elector from the neighboring Nanxiaoyaozhou. Can you escape then?

As soon as one thought ends, another arises.

He couldn't help but think of his experiences over the years. When he was just a young dragon in the Jindan stage, he was kept in captivity by a human cultivator and was tied with dragon-locking nails. That human cultivator was going to peel off the dragon's skin, take the dragon pill, and pull out the dragon's tendons after he developed a demon pill. Fortunately, he was lucky and took advantage of the cultivator's practice to break free from the formation, eat him, seize his elixirs, magic weapons, and magical powers, and obtain his first opportunity for the great road. After that, he overcame all obstacles along the way and achieved today's achievements and cultivation.

Although he had been suppressed and monitored by the monks of the Sikou Mansion over the years, he was able to bend and stretch, and finally he reached the Spirit Transformation Realm. He thought that he would be bound by the laws of the Sikou Mansion and would never be able to further reach the Great Sage Realm. But unexpectedly, when he was hopeless, that man came to him and put forward a condition that he could not refuse. The price was that as long as he helped him do a small thing, he would wipe out the entire Zhao family of Anling State, and that must include the young Zhao boy who was the closed disciple of the Great Sikou of the Sikou Mansion!

Thinking of this, Chiyu felt even more grateful to that man.

Hey, what did that person say his name was? Why can't I remember it all of a sudden? Strange, why... when I think back to his face now, it's so blurry? !

The next moment, on the busy street, a little boy in a red cotton-padded jacket who was eating candied haws with a smile on his face, slowly glowed with red light all over his body. Strange runes appeared on his small body, as if he was... performing some kind of terrible ritual.

At this moment, Chi Yu felt that his Nascent Soul was extremely hot. A demon pill was wailing and trembling, and cracks were slowly forming.

This is... the Nascent Soul is melting and the demon pill is self-destructing!

It wasn't until this moment that it felt something was wrong.

He wanted to struggle, but he was deprived of control over his Nascent Soul and his body froze in place.

How cruel! You want to silence me!

The fish in the pond were horrified and extremely sad and angry.

His Nascent Soul and Demon Pill were placed under unknown restrictions by someone, and he couldn't figure out when that person did that.

His thoughts had come to a standstill, and he was unable to stop the demon pill from self-destructing. Even the face of the murderer who was plotting against him was extremely blurry at this moment. He could only watch himself and all the living beings within a hundred miles around him being reduced to ashes in the next moment!

In this corner of the street, a little boy in a red cotton-padded jacket was gradually submerged by the red light overflowing from his body. A terrible storm was brewing, climbing to the peak step by step. In the next second, a great demon in the Spirit Transformation Realm with cultivation accumulated for 1,900 years would "flatten" this huge city with a population of one million.

only.

A dry hand.

It reached into the chest of the little boy in the red cotton-padded jacket as if it were nothing, ignoring the terrible rune restrictions on his skin, passing through the numerous soul power obstacles of the Nascent Soul, and grabbed the demon pill that had already splashed into fragments.

The storm has subsided.

Like a candle flame being extinguished.