Chapter 183 Rely on Yourself
Even though he knew it was just a memory from the past, Liangcha Qingzhuang still grabbed a handful.
In fact, he had imagined since he was a child what a talented and brilliant person his ancestor would be.
He must be a rare sword immortal throughout history.
Unexpectedly, he was reborn as a beggar, and he didn't even dare to kill people on the battlefield.
There are many bad things about beggars, except for one thing: they have a strong life.
After being stabbed for a day, he was still alive and rolled over to avoid the second sword.
But the enemy was unwilling to let him go.
But the battlefield was treacherous. The man originally wanted to kill the little beggar, but the next second he was hit by a knife.
The hot blood splashed all over the little beggar.
The little beggar survived inexplicably.
At this moment, he held the sword tightly in his hand and never let go.
Countless years later, when the little beggar recalled this scene today, he still found it incredible.
A general who is good at fighting has not entered the Tao, and a warrior who has killed countless people on the battlefield has not entered the Tao.
But he, a beggar who knew nothing about leisure, chose to practice kendo.
The scene changed again, and the beggar's posture became upright. He wore coarse linen clothes and searched for immortals and Taoism everywhere.
In Lingshan, he learned to read and write, ate clouds and drank dew, and finally entered school.
"Let me ask you, what path do you want to follow?" The master said with a smile in the ancient and quaint hall.
These words stunned the little beggar.
He just subconsciously practiced sword skills every day and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but he never thought about what path he would take.
The eldest brother practices Zen and attains enlightenment just for the sake of immortality.
The second brother has great magical powers and wants to live freely.
"You haven't thought it through yet? Why do you want to become an immortal?" Seeing that the beggar couldn't answer, the master asked again.
The little beggar finally remembered the day he entered the monastery. The hot blood on his body seemed to be the only color of the scorched earth.
He finally understood why he became a Taoist.
It's not about becoming an immortal.
"Master, I wish for peace in the world."
The master's expression became complicated: "Where in the world are there true immortals? We can't even have peace, let alone the world?"
"I have taught you everything I can. Please go down the mountain. We had nothing to do with each other last time."
The little beggar was driven down the mountain.
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There are no seasons in the mountains, and the cold years are endless.
Only when he reached the foot of the mountain did he realize how difficult it was to achieve the ambition of world peace.
He did not have the great supernatural power of chasing stars and grabbing the moon, nor did he have the talent of longitude and latitude. He only had a sword and the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage.
But he was free and easy as he did justice all the way.
During this process, he met the three most important people in his life.
Bai Ming comes from a family of medical practitioners.
I heard that he had been placed with high hopes since he was young, and that he had consumed more than thirty plant hearts, which together were enough to be worth a spiritual vein.
Although he was extremely talented, he was not interested in medicine. Instead, he liked cooking and growing vegetables. In the end, his parents had no choice but to accept their fate.
The other one is Hua Min, because he is considered a repairman.
There is important power in the blood of his family. A single word can bless people and even change the environment of heaven and earth.
But he was different. He couldn't bless anyone. Instead, he accidentally cursed the sacred tree in his home and was kicked out.
The last one is the weapon refiner Wang Tianming.
He is obviously very famous, but he is not willing to create magic weapons, instead he wants to fly.
It is not difficult for a monk to fly, but he wanted to make magical tools and even go beyond the sky.
It was just a group of strange people who gathered together to travel around and fight demons.
The most powerful sect in the world at that time was called the Qiongye Sect.
"Why don't we just meet someone from the Qiong Ye sect and use the power of the tiger to bully others, and then spread the news to show off our power."
In this way, a group of people established the Qiongye Sect.
I didn't expect that the three words "Qiong Ye School" actually came from this.
Liang Cha silently watched the various scenes flash by, and his heart couldn't help but feel happy.
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Later, when the world was in trouble, the few of them finally solved it after going through untold hardships.
The little beggar back then also became a powerful Yuanying.
The world has changed dramatically, and the painting academy has changed again. The little beggar's temples are already covered with white frost.
There was constant conflict in the world, nine out of ten houses were empty, bones were exposed in the wilderness, and the people were living in misery.
When the killing calamity came, even the cultivators could not stay out of it. The spiritual energy began to gradually dissipate, and the catastrophe began.
High-level cultivators were the first to suffer. Not only did their cultivation regress, but they could no longer ascend.
Most of the cultivators above the level of Divine Transformation disappeared at once.
For that little bit of spiritual energy and the remaining treasures, the monks engaged in a brutal struggle.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was still slowly dissipating.
Gradually, more and more people gave up struggling.
Finally, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage dispersed all the vitality in his body and integrated his talents and skills into magic weapons, hoping that his descendants would awaken their talents.
Although we don’t know how effective it will be, everyone is following suit.
The same is true for the people of the Qiongye faction.
Before his death, the little beggar returned to the city where he used to beg.
The city back then was prosperous and bustling with commerce.
But now everything is withering and the vitality of the past is no longer seen.
All you can see is desolation and war.
There were people everywhere who were even more miserable than this little beggar, like walking corpses, dressed in rags.
Thinking of his wish for world peace back then, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Just then, a group of beggars stared at him ferociously.
"You must be rich! Hand over the money!"
"Meat, his meat must be very delicious!"
"Stop, don't run!"
Looking at a group of vicious people who wanted to peel off his skin and eat his flesh, the little beggar held the sword in his hand but could not pull it out.
"Idiot, run! What are you still standing there for?"
Someone came over and pulled him away quickly.
The two hid in the city and finally hid themselves.
"Why did you save me? Aren't you hungry?"
"No matter how hungry you are, you can't eat people. If people eat people, can they still be called human beings?"
Having said this, the man was stunned for a moment and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.
"You...were you here many years ago? I think I saw you when I was a child. There was a plague that year, and the whole world was in turmoil. It was you who took out the medicine and saved me!"
"You are an immortal, you are an immortal, right?!"
The man suddenly became excited.
The little beggar was silent for a moment: "I was able to save you last time, but I can't this time."
"It doesn't matter, I want to save myself! People have to rely on themselves at all times!"
Hearing this, the little beggar closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was about to break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage.
He had a realization in his heart that if he didn't have enough spiritual energy, this breakthrough would definitely fail.
Gripping the sword in his hand, he engraved his innate skills into it at the cost of his life.
But he did not set any restrictions, because he was originally a beggar and had no bloodline left in the world, so why should he leave it to future generations?
"Boy, take this sword and find a man named Bai Ming. Remember, from now on you can only rely on yourself!"
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