His swordsmanship has long been perfected. It can be said that in the entire cultivation world from ancient times to the present, there has been no one whose attainments in swordsmanship are higher than his.
It is precisely because Zong Ci has reached the top of the mountain that he knows. In fact, after the sword is perfected, it will reach a state of being free of all dross and returning to the original state. At that time, the sword will not pursue the sharpness and coldness of the mortal world, but will become ordinary and unremarkable.
Of course, you will understand these only after seeing the perfection. In the eyes of others, although Zong Ci's sword energy is amazing, it is not enough to stand at the end of the sword path.
Now Zong Ci was hindered by his cultivation, and he did not use his full strength in yesterday's sword attack, so others might not understand his moves. But if he and Xuan Ji were to compete in swordplay, the difference would be clear.
Just like a person at the foot of a mountain staring at the top of the mountain, he cannot see the scenery at the top of the mountain. Summer insects chirping at ice are naturally different.
so-
Rejected. Just kidding, of course I would reject it.
Not to mention Zong Ci's achievements in his previous life, just based on Jian and his status as a junior, it would be impossible for him to worship Xuan Ji as his master.
Zong Ci is a serious cultivator who has achieved immortality. He is more or less Xuan Ji's master. How can he become Xuan Ji's disciple? Do you really think he has no face
So the black-robed young man bowed and politely declined, "Sorry, I don't have any intention of becoming your disciple for the time being."
The disciples who were secretly watching suddenly burst into an even louder commotion than before, and were all in an uproar.
Who is Xuanji Sword Immortal? He is the most talented person in the cultivation world today. He is a legendary existence who has advanced to the stage of transformation in just 900 years. Given time, it is not impossible for him to pass the tribulation and ascend to heaven. What a golden thigh!
What's more, after Xuanji Sword Immortal entered the Spirit Severing Stage, he secluded himself for decades. After coming out, he directly took over the position of the Master of Jianfeng Peak. He lived a secluded life and rarely went out. He never accepted any disciples during this period.
If Zong Ci agreed, he would directly become the eldest senior brother of Jianfeng Sect and be promoted to the core disciples of Taiyan Sect, and his status would be incomparable to its current status.
Everyone was envious, but he just rejected it without hesitation? People do things?
Everyone looked at the young man in black in disbelief, their eyes filled with grief and grief.
Even Xuanji Sword Immortal frowned, "Reason."
Still need a reason
Zong Ci felt helpless and could only say, "My body and bones are too weak, so it's hard for me to make any progress in cultivation."
Poor bones
The next moment, Zong Ci felt his wrist being touched by cold fingertips in the air, like a dragonfly touching the water, but the fingertips were quickly withdrawn after a moment.
At the same time, the sword immortal opposite had his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
People who practice Taoism all have some medical skills. Xuan Ji just took a rough look and found that the health of the young man in black clothes in front of him was indeed in an unbelievable state.
To say that it's bad is an understatement. If someone with this kind of physique were placed in the mortal world, he would probably be a sickly person hanging on the bed, having difficulty even breathing.
If he had not really investigated it, he would not have even imagined that someone with such a physique could embark on the path of cultivation.
Besides, this is a weak bone structure, not any other disease. If you want to reverse it, you can only recuperate slowly, which will cost you a lot of rare materials.
However, Xuan Ji has never been the kind of person who gives up when encountering problems. On the contrary, he is the typical stubborn person who will not give up until he hits the wall.
"Just become my disciple, and I will take care of your health issues."
The swordsman pondered for a moment, then looked up again, with no trace of a joke in his dark eyes.
Zong Ci was speechless for a moment.
Of course he knows his own body very well.
This body was dragged down by his broken soul. It looked golden on the outside, but in fact it was already tattered on the inside.
If Zong Ci cannot find an effective way to repair his soul within three years, his body will collapse directly.
If the body collapses and the soul cannot be fully repaired, then Zongci can't even be a wandering ghost. An incomplete soul cannot enter reincarnation and can only dissipate between heaven and earth, ushering in true death.
Although this life is a lucky one, who doesn't want to live
During the half year that Zong Ci was in the outer sect, he also kept an eye out for materials that could repair the soul.
Herbs that can repair the soul are extremely rare, not to mention the pills made from herbs, which are at least of earth quality and above, and can be encountered but not sought after.
If this matter had happened in Zong Ci's previous life, it would have been a piece of cake.
When Lingyun Sword Master needed something, even if he just said a word, someone would rush to hand him a pillow. But Zong Ci was just an unknown Qi Refining Stage in his life, how could he find those natural treasures
But now someone actually came forward to take him in as a disciple, and even said that he would help him to recuperate, with an appearance that he had made up his mind. Zong Ci actually didn't know what to do.
Things change when times change, and when things change, be prepared for change. A good death is worse than a bad life. If Zong Ci didn't have that kind of pride, he might have knelt down to serve a cup of tea just to survive.
Unfortunately, he was Lingyun Sword Master. The Lingyun Sword Master who would rather die than surrender, and would rather kill himself than live in disgrace; the Lingyun Sword Master with a proud and uncontrollable temper. If he had to do whatever it took to survive and become a disciple again, he would definitely not want to do that.
After a long while, Zong Ci made a fist with one hand, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for your kindness, I am overwhelmed. I am afraid that I cannot meet your expectations, so you should find someone else."
After being rejected twice in a row, this was not due to objective reasons, but because I really didn't want to be his disciple.
Even the Sword Immortal was a little confused at this moment.
In his opinion, the reason Zongci just gave was not a reason at all. Since he knew that his health was poor, why did he embark on the path of cultivation
Practicing Taoism is to go against the will of heaven. If his reason is valid, isn't it a contradiction
Xuan Ji's thin lips moved, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, but after seeing the sickly look in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, he frowned imperceptibly and stopped talking.
"Take good care of yourself."
After saying this, the swordsman did not give Zong Ci any chance to reply. Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, he turned into a stream of light and left, leaving behind a group of irrelevant people staring at each other in bewilderment.
After leaving, Xuan Ji did not return directly to Jianfeng, but went to the logistics hall of Taiyan Sect, and ordered the trembling eldest disciple to prepare some rare medicinal materials stored in Jianfeng and send them to the outer sect, and specifically asked for instructions for use to be attached.
"Yes, Peak Master."
The eldest disciple turned around and began to order his disciples to fetch medicine from the cold storehouse. The originally noisy hall seemed to have been muted because of the arrival of Xuan Ji Sword Immortal, and you could hear a pin drop.
After the white-robed swordsman who seldom appeared from the sword peak disappeared behind the palace gate, the disciples in the palace heaved a long sigh of relief and gradually returned to their former liveliness.
Although he was rejected twice, Xuan Ji did not feel unhappy at all, and even had a little more appreciation.
As for a sword cultivator, if you don’t have a bit of stubbornness, you would be embarrassed to call yourself a sword cultivator.
In the face of such a great opportunity, he was neither humble nor arrogant, neither conceited nor boastful, and his calmness made Xuan Ji look at him sideways.
If he can solve his physical problems, he will definitely be a great man in the future.
Moreover, after returning to Lingguang Palace yesterday, Xuanji directly asked the headmaster to reserve this last disciple, thus effectively preventing other peak masters from intervening and competing with him for the person.
Xuan Ji was obsessed with swordsmanship, and his vision was very high. This was why he had not accepted any disciples. Now he was finally planning to start a school and accept disciples. Even if the first disciple was to be the last disciple, it would be a great thing.
Taoist Qingyun agreed immediately and told the leaders of each peak not to think about the reserved good seedling.
Kendo emphasizes the word "fate". The sword intentions can sense and resonate with each other.
Yesterday, Xuan Ji saw the young man in black clothes drawing his sword in the square. For some reason, that figure gradually merged with a figure that was already blurry in his mind.
But the figure in his memory had died and disappeared thousands of years ago.
The sword immortal lowered his head and gently stroked the hilt of Liuyun Sword. His slender fingertips swept across the sword tassel tied with silver threads, and his eyes, which had always been as deep as a cold pond, also began to ripple.
This sword was originally an ordinary spiritual weapon. Even though it had been repeatedly melted in Xuan Ji's hands over the years and countless precious refining materials had been added, it was now just a magic weapon.
Considering the identity of Xuanji Sword Immortal, it is really too shabby for him to wear a low-grade magic weapon.
It's not like no one has gifted him a sword over the years. For example, his master, the former head of Jianfeng Peak, gave him a good sword that was only one step away from being an immortal weapon when he was leaving school. If he used his spiritual power to nurture it, it was possible to nurture it into an immortal weapon.
But Xuanji had never used those so-called good swords. In his eyes, there was only one truly good sword.
That was the Liuyun Sword that the man touched his head and handed to him.
Even for a cultivator who often secludes himself for more than ten years, a thousand years is an extremely long time.
He could not quite remember the hardships he had endured in this world, but he still clearly remembered the colorful lights in the dark night a thousand years ago, and the man's smiling eyes as he lowered his head.
The man's head was shining with starlight, his black hair fluttered without wind, and the white clothes embroidered with flying cloud patterns made his figure even more elegant and upright.
He lowered his eyes and looked over, with a faint and barely noticeable smile on his face, and he looked as handsome as an immortal from the sky in a storybook.
In those eyes, even the dim lights lost their color.
"Kid, I see that you have good aptitude. Do you want to come to my Taiyan Sect to learn swordsmanship?"
The ragged little beggar was stunned as he took the sword given by the immortal. From then on, he traveled through mountains and rivers, walked across most of the continent to the Taiyan Sect in the north, and climbed the ladder to heaven, just to be able to worship under the immortal one day.
Later he found out that the immortal was the world-famous Lingyun Sword Master in the world of cultivation.
As for Lingyun Jianzun, he had gone astray half a year before he entered the sect. When he was trying to pass the calamity, he died in the Dragon Bone Abyss in the back mountain of Taiyan Sect.
The soul is scattered, the body is dead, and there is no reincarnation.
"Brother, have you heard of it?" Liu Yuan stared at him closely and suddenly smiled. "It is said that a thousand years ago, an immortal went astray and fell here, which is why Dragon Bone Abyss became a forbidden area."
The young man in black clothes who was looking at the scenery of the rift valley felt his heart skip a beat, and his originally immersed thoughts seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and he suddenly became sober.
Dragon Bone Abyss was originally the site of an ancient dragon tomb, and it got its name because the shape of the rift resembles a twisted dragon bone.
A cold wind blew in from the distant mountain wall, rustling countless dead leaves, rolling them into the air and falling into the bottomless Dragon Bone Abyss.
In order to cover up his momentary awkwardness, Zong Ci subconsciously began to cough. He held the handkerchief under his sleeve and pressed it to his lips, his nails digging deeply into his palm. While coughing, he replied, "Really?"
He could feel the other person's gaze scraping across his face like a sharp bayonet, colder than an eagle's, as if searching for something.
"Yes, I accidentally saw a note in the Sutra Library and learned that Dragon Bone Abyss actually had such a little-known past."
Facing the slightly embarrassed attempt of the black-clothed youth to cover up, the darkness in Liu Yuan's eyes became deeper and more obvious, as if it could absorb souls: "It is said that the immortal had already reached the great perfection of overcoming tribulations before he became possessed by the devil, and achieved the magnificent scene of ascending to heaven in broad daylight. I don't know why he chose to become a devil after becoming an immortal. Even his name has not been passed down. It's a pity."
Hearing this, Zong Ci suddenly loosened his clenched hands and said casually as if he was talking about an unrelated person: "It's a pity indeed."
If it were just this extent... ...this topic would have been of no concern to him.
He died in his previous life and when he woke up again, Zong Ci found himself in a tomb that never saw the light of day.
This tomb was built on a cliff deep in the Dragon Bone Abyss. It is extremely hidden and has been carefully renovated inside. It is inlaid with sparkling luminous pearls all around and there is an empty coffin in the center.