Juejian, practice martial arts through killing, and kill with life.
In the past, the sword immortals relied on this technique to ascend from the Nascent Soul stage to the Spiritualization stage in just a few decades. Every sword swing consumed their own foundation and lifespan. They possessed strength and cultivation speed far beyond that of ordinary people.
Fireworks, this is how Li Changsheng described these people.
Li Changsheng came to the top of Tianjian Peak and saw Xue Ye’s senior brother standing under a pine tree. After spending some time together, he finally remembered the other’s name.
He Kun.
"Brother Li, you're back?" He Kun's voice sounded like a broken erhu. He bent over and looked at the graves in the mountains.
"My junior sister used to practice swordplay there, and I would go there to teach her swordplay whenever I had time. Alas, things have changed and people have changed, and only an old guy like me is left."
Li Changsheng said: "Friend He has passed away so quickly, don't linger too much."
He Kun continued as if he hadn't heard, "Junior sister was sent to the sect when she was three months old. She was handed over to me to take care of when she was three years old. I treated her as my own daughter. I worked hard for her for decades, but in the end, you kidnapped her. When she was little, she always followed me around, but later, I just chatted with her for a few words and she drew her sword against me. Alas! Girls cannot be kept when they grow up."
"Brother Li, can you call me uncle?"
Li Changsheng replied coldly: "Xue Ye and I are not husband and wife, nor are we husband and wife in reality."
"The same applies to Taoist couples and married couples. If you really don't want to call me that, why don't you just call me father-in-law?"
clang!
A flash of sword light cut through the clouds in the sky.
Xue Ye was right, her senior brother was indeed a talkative person.
He Kun wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, "You two really look alike. Brother Li, don't think I'm taking advantage of you. Let me explain to you, although Yun Shu is my junior sister, I have also raised her since she was three years old."
"As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. You... well, well, if you don't want to shout, then don't shout. Why do you always want to use your sword? By the way, the courtyard halfway up the mountain in the back belongs to Yunshu. If you don't practice on weekdays, don't just sit here on this mountain. Go live there."
After saying that, He Kun sat down by himself and stood in the place where Li Changsheng used to meditate.
He hesitated for only half a second, then turned and left.
He Kun chuckled and said, "Isn't this still about emotions and desires?"
[In 354, Li Changsheng came to the Wei Dynasty and massacred 36 cities in a row. Hundreds of thousands of people were turned into corpses on the roadside and were all eaten by wild dogs and crows.]
Li Changsheng didn't know how big the cultivation world was. He had never reached the end and had been wandering around in the human world. It was rumored that the only places suitable for cultivation were the human world, the ancient mountains, the East China Sea, Qingqiu and other places.
Among them, the human race and the ancient mountains occupy the most vast territory, followed by the East China Sea. Qingqiu is just a well-known name, but it is actually a secret place.
The further you go out, the more desolate it becomes. All you see is Gobi and desert, and the spiritual energy becomes increasingly thinner.
The human race had three dynasties, Jing, Wei, and Zhou, and there were countless small countries left. The Sword Sect had recorded 382 countries, spread across the vast human territory.
Hundreds of years ago, the Sword Immortal took control of the secular world into the hands of the Sword Sect. The only remaining right of the sect was to be able to enter the secular world and select disciples as usual. The premise was that it would not waste people's money or rob people.
Rules are dead, people are alive, and there are always more solutions than problems.
There are always people who can use some means to continue to rob qualified people as usual. But unlike in the past, they have risks in doing these things. Once they are discovered by the Sword Immortal, a group of people will inevitably lose their heads.
The Sword Sect cannot make the world perfect, but it can make those who do evil die.
Now the Sword Sect no longer has that ability, and the original boundaries of the sects have been completely destroyed. Now the major sects are dividing up the world and fighting each other.
Sects are like carriages, running madly in the human race's territory, encircling each other's territory and drawing circles, and the people are ignored because of the iron hooves. They are like weeds, which can't be burned by wildfires, but will grow again in the spring breeze.
In another 100 years, there will be another prosperous era.
If someone draws a line on the ground, someone will naturally dig up the soil and roots and commit murder.
In the year of Gengzi, it rained heavily. The cold raindrops hit the barren fields, revealing the buried bones.
Half of his body was crawling on the muddy path. His clothes were completely stained with mud, his hair was tangled and covered with mud, his eyes were always fixed on the front, and his right hand held the broken sword, which he repeatedly inserted into the mud to make himself crawl forward.
He is a disciple of the Sword Sect. He was ordered to investigate the Wei Dynasty and find out whether there are any demons causing trouble.
The number of people in the Sword Sect has been decreasing year by year due to the continuous killing and lack of fresh blood. Especially for the older generation of cultivators, it would take decades for a new Golden Core to be born after the death of a Golden Core, and a hundred years for a Nascent Soul.
The Sword Master and Elder He were also running around, leaving some less dangerous places to ordinary disciples like them to investigate. Now that the Wei Dynasty was gone, he had to report the situation back to the sect.
Every time the broken sword was inserted into the soil, it would be worn away a little bit when it was pulled out again.
He didn't know how far it was from the sect, but the direction was correct.
Suddenly, his vision was blocked, and what came into view was a pair of blood-stained boots. He raised his head with difficulty and saw a face that was ordinary and indifferent like frost and snow.
"Your Majesty!"
When he opened his mouth, blood and sand came out, and his voice was hoarse like a erhu with a broken string.
"There was an evil cultivator in the Wei Dynasty who turned all the people in the city into ghost corpses. I was accidentally discovered and escaped at the risk of my life. I was severely injured and my spiritual energy was exhausted. I can only survive in this state."
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