It has to be said that among so many identities that Yuan Buwei has taken over, "Wu Sheng Jian" Yue Chen is the most special one. His departure was not because of escaping, nor because of giving up, but for his own higher pursuit.
Although... for Ye Miaomiao, who was killed once in the first week, and was robbed of the golden finger in the second week, and was abandoned, his choice was too cruel.
Next, Yuan Buwei became more aware of the particularity of this identity, because he received a special message.
[Ding—Congratulations to the host, you have an email waiting to be received. Sender: Heaven in this world.]
The system 999 who also saw the message froze.
However, it exclaimed and spat out a stomach full of troughs: [Wow! Sure enough, he is the chosen one! After running away, Tiandao still has to wipe his ass, this Yuechen is a bit of a thing!]
As the system 999 said, as the only person who has mastered swordsmanship in the past 800 years, all the achievements of the original body Yuechen are not only due to his own talent and perseverance, but also the great luck from the whole world blessing.
He is a peerless sword god who was blessed with eight hundred years of kendo luck from the Qiong Yuanxing. Even if someone has ordinary talent in the future, he may not be able to surpass him, because the other party may not have such luck.
And the heaven and the earth are so favored, not because he is the illegitimate son of God, but because he wants something.
In other words, this sword god was born by destiny, and he is destined to have a mission that needs him to complete. Just like the "Sun God" who was also born under the destiny to pacify the disasters in the six worlds.
——Qianyuanxing needs a sword god to be born at this time, so Yuechen, the sword god, was born. He is an indispensable piece of the main blueprint for the future destiny of this world.
Even though the arrival of the traverser was an accident beyond fate, which added many twists and turns to Yuechen's fate trajectory, he was still walking on the "right path", and in the end, he was able to master the sword, and everything was perfect so far.
If there hadn't been that last accidental collision, hadn't there been this sudden second week, Yuechen would not have left this world with the beacon. This series of accidents are changes beyond the fate of this world. But it had a very bad consequence—
The Son of Destiny, cultivated by Qiong Yuanxing's 800-year-old kendo luck, was abducted by the beacon of the "Traveler Association" before he completed his mission-of course, who is it? Who is to be abducted is yet to be disputed—first? Sneaking away in one step? ?
If Tiandao is an angel? Investor, after finally spending all his money to invest in a wave of potential stocks, but before the profits are cashed out, he was taken away by others. It would be nothing but terrible. !
Yuan Buwei sighed endlessly: "It's miserable, the way of heaven is so miserable! This is the most unlucky way of heaven I have ever seen. I suggest you go to the "Traveler's Association" to fight each other and make a positive wave. "
System 999: [Yeah, yeah, it's capitalized so miserable! No wonder Tian Dao couldn't wait to find you the host once you came. Hey, don't miss the host, this is an opportunity to pluck a lot of wool!]
Why not? There are no words to deny it. Of course you have to squeeze the wool, what do you miss? You can’t miss the wool, especially the wool of Tiandao is super happy!
only…
"System 999, you've learned it badly! Do you still remember the you who just wanted to hug the protagonist's thigh and wash it off? Now? You are completely different..."
System 999: ? ?
... Do you know who caused the system to be broken? Do you have a little bit of it? Doesn't your conscience ache
Ended the daily entertainment activities of the daily beating system 999, and turned my mind to the business
The way of heaven is found? He is very simple. A sword god needs to be born in this period of time. Yuechen’s departure is like the script has been written, all the actors are in place, the crew is about to start, but the protagonist suddenly stops acting... Now that he is gone If there is one protagonist, then another one must be found quickly.
And cultivating Yuechen has exhausted eight hundred years of swordsmanship luck, and the other party is already the most talented genius of this era, and it is impossible to find another genius comparable to him. Even if he finds someone, there is no way to invest so much luck to help him master the sword.
Therefore, the outsider who didn't come here unexpectedly became the best candidate.
A fat sheep took the initiative to send him to the door to gather wool for him. Of course he was very happy: "In a hundred years, there must be a sword god, right? Don't worry, this will be arranged."
As for the benefits that Yuan Buwei will gain
Not to mention luck, Yuechen has already run away with money. However, the more free and open Dao laws are, the better. What? Epiphany, the unity of man and nature, all kinds of packages, give him a whole set... As long as he is in this world for a day, it will be no difficulty to understand the Dao laws . Because it is all open to him.
This transaction is very long, but in fact it only happened in a few minutes. From Ye Miaomiao's point of view, it was the sword master who was lost in thought again.
Considering that the other party was seriously injured and mentally weak, it seemed normal for him to be distracted... Thinking about it again, it seemed that he was the culprit who caused him to be seriously injured, and Ye Miaomiao immediately felt even more guilty.
Just at this moment, the original inaction's eyes fell on the sword, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Imagining all kinds of tragic death in his mind, Ye Miaomiao trembled, and spoke with a strong desire to survive:
"That... yes, I'm sorry! Sword Master, I... I really didn't mean it. I just woke up in the sword? Did I have time to adapt, didn't I? I thought it would cause such a consequence. Oh, I'm sorry for you QAQ..."
If there is still a body, now? She has probably bent forward in frustration, hugging the big brother's thigh and whistling.
... For my own life, what is the face
Yuan did not apologize for quietly listening to her stumbling, didn't she? Didn't interrupt, and waited for her to finish speaking before opening her mouth and said: "It's normal for me to be a sword spirit for the first time, and I'm not proficient."
Hearing what he said, Ye Miaomiao was overjoyed.
And Yuan Buwei continued: "However, since you admit that the injuries on my body... are all your responsibility, then you should also know that my injuries are serious?"
Ye Miaomiao felt guilty again.
When the sword master was seriously injured and sent back to the sect before, many people came to watch. Of course, Ye Miaomiao heard a lot of bits and pieces.
"Most of my cultivation has been ruined, and most of my meridians are damaged, which is difficult to repair." Yuan didn't care about himself.
Ye Miaomiao can't wait to shrink herself into a ball and get into the cracks in the ground: "I, this is all my fault, I am willing to use all means to make up for it..."
"...do you know my identity?" Yuan Buwei didn't seem to care about her answer, and asked another question.
Now Ye Miaomiao learned to answer quickly: "The chief true disciple of Qiongyuanzong, the most powerful genius of the younger generation, is regarded as a senior brother by all the true traditions of Qiongyuanzong, and he overwhelms all the geniuses of the other three sects, making others eclipsed... She recalled the information she had learned from those people's conversations, turned into a dog licker, and blew rainbow farts, "Sword Master, you are the most gifted person in the way of swordsmanship in eight hundred years."
While talking, Ye Miaomiao looked at Yuan Buwei with expectant eyes, but saw the pale young man lying quietly on the bed, his face didn't show the joy of being praised by others, but showed A touch of loneliness.
Ye Miaomiao understood all of a sudden, her heart skipped a beat, and she cursed herself for being an idiot.
Sure enough, the next moment, the young man's indifferent and misty voice sounded faintly. Although the tone was light, it gave people a strong heartache:
"Those are all in the past, and now I am nothing."
Ye Miaomiao immediately felt sad.
… yes! Why does she not turn on which pot and lift which pot, and blows a rainbow fart and can directly overturn the car? How dazzling was the aura of the past? How loud the reputation was and how loud the praise was, the more desolate it seems now.
Such a peerless arrogance, but because of her accidental time travel, her life was destroyed. One can imagine the huge gap from heaven to hell that cannot be described.
Think about those juniors and juniors who worshiped him so much, countless opponents who were trampled under his feet by him, other younger generations who were used to compare him with him, and even veteran masters who were surpassed by him... When I learned about this What will happen to those people after the news
For a while, Ye Miaomiao's thoughts diverged, and under the guidance of a sentence from Yuan Buwei, she started a rich brain supplement.
For example, a peerless genius suddenly becomes useless, the former fans turned ruthless, the former opponents slapped him in the face, the sect that had always placed high hopes on him also chose to give up, bumped into walls everywhere, fell down and suffered humiliation... All kinds of plots that she had seen in novels in her previous life all of a sudden appeared in her mind.
She was so guilty that she wanted to kneel down and apologize on the spot: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault! Lord Sword Master, if there is anything I can do for you, please just ask, I am willing to do everything in my power to make up for it."
"No."
It wasn't because the eyes were drooping, and the eyelashes lightly hit the eyelids, casting a hazy shadow.
"... now? I'm just a useless person. Even if the younger brothers and younger sisters want to come to deprive me of my chief title, other people will come to trouble me, and the head of the sect will give up on me as a closed disciple. There is nothing I can do. What. Qiongyuan star is the most powerful? I have already realized it. And you, a newly born sword spirit, can't even control the natal spirit sword, let alone do anything."
The tone of his speech was very flat from the beginning to the end, and the expression on his face didn't change at all. He didn't show any grievances, unwillingness, and loneliness. On that snow-like face, it was still the same as before. Generally calm.
This kind of performance is even more intriguing? Injustice.
The more Ye Miaomiao listened, the angrier she became. Unknowingly, the ugly faces of those people were outlined in her mind. She was burning with anger, but she didn't know how to vent it. Until hearing Yuan Buwei's last words, she seemed to be awakened, and she suddenly came to her senses.
"No, I can? deal with them for you." She said without hesitation, her tone was very firm, "I am the sword spirit, and I can... use the natal spirit sword!"
She was tormented by strong guilt and guilt, and when she saw the young man lying on the bed with a weak but calm expression, he did not blame her for being so terribly hurt by her. ... Ye Miaomiao's sense of guilt and desire to protect suddenly exploded, and at the same time, Yan Gou's soul was burning fiercely.
A beauty is a treasure in the whole world, let alone such a sick and weak beauty who is reasonable, profound and righteous
-I can!
Ye Miaomiao spoke in an extremely firm voice:
"Please rest assured! As your natal sword spirit, I will never allow anyone to hurt Lord Sword Master."
On the wall, the long sword that was lying flat and motionless immediately let out a "clank" sound, and a chilling chill radiated from the sword.
Yuan Buwei seemed to be taken aback for a moment, with slight surprise and praise in his eyes: "Yes, although you are a newborn sword spirit, you have extremely high potential. But this is not enough now, if you really want to achieve The goal you mentioned, from now on, you need to work hard."
Ye Miaomiao nodded fiercely: "Yes, I can."
"... Then, the first step is to cultivate spirituality."
It wasn't because in those pupils that had always been flat, at this moment, it seemed that a very sharp sword light had passed through.
He unhurriedly recited the method of accumulating the spirituality of the natal spirit sword word by word in his memory. Including the Yunling liquid to be used, and how the sword master should use up his mind to communicate with the natal spirit sword, a little bit? A little bit? Arouse the spirituality.
In the attic, there is a sword pool filled with spiritual fluid. This is the special treatment of the Chief True Inheritance. As for consuming the mind and spirit to communicate with the natal spirit sword, this task is of course left to Ye Miaomiao! Otherwise, why not hand it over to the "severely injured"
"... You are the sword spirit born from the natal spirit sword. Communication with the spirit sword and arousing spirituality should not be a problem for you."
In the young man's words full of trust and determination, Ye Miaomiao agreed in a daze, and then went upstairs in a daze under the guidance of the other party, and jumped into the sword obediently. pool.
Then, she struggled to move the sword body, slowly turning and rolling in the pool of swords, to ensure that the Yunling liquid penetrated evenly. And according to the original untaught method, clear away distracting thoughts, and start to arouse the spirituality of the natal spirit sword.
A sense of responsibility and mission filled Ye Miaomiao's heart, which made her feel motivated even when she brushed herself up.
——The sword master's injury is her responsibility. Now is the time when the other party is weakest, and it is likely to be taken advantage of by villains. As a good young man who grew up in the new age, she certainly cannot shirk her responsibility and must work hard to change Strong, protect this weak and beautiful sword master who fell from a genius to a waste!
However, ambition is not worth the harsh reality.
The first minute of Yunling:
"... for the beauty, I can!"
A quarter of an hour passed:
"...I'm so tired, so sleepy, I really want to sleep. No way, the beauty is still waiting for me to save, I can!"
Half an hour passed:
"... No, what is this? What suffering in the world! Every trace of spiritual arousal seems to be moving mountains. My mind is buzzing, and my thinking is slow. I... I can't do it anymore. No, think about cultivation The deposed beauty, this is all my fault, I have to stand up!"
After an hour:
"... Admitting that I am a piece of wood, lying flat seems to be very happy Orz"
"Gulu Gulu..."
Just when Ye Miaomiao had given up struggling and wanted the salted fish to lie down, the faint voice of the young man rang out in her consciousness. This was probably the legendary soul transmission.
"...Are you okay? As a newborn sword spirit, really? You don't have to force yourself. You can't do anything in a short time? Anyway, the younger brothers and sisters have already arrived."
"What?! They're here now?" The drowsy Ye Miaomiao became energetic all of a sudden, and almost exploded, "The sword master just woke up, and these people can't wait to come to the door to provoke? They are too Shame on you!"
The anger value is up!
In the originally peaceful sword pool, the sword that was about to sink to the bottom suddenly let out a murderous aura, and suddenly rose from the bottom of the pool, stirring up the pool full of Yunling liquid to rattle.
If it weren't for now? No? There is no way to control this natal spirit sword, Ye Miaomiao really wants to kill those guys to give them a good look, but her anger can only support her from the bottom of the pool? Being suppressed by the mountain again, his thinking became sluggish.
"... But, evil!"
Ye Miaomiao tried hard to extend her soul from the sword to see what happened below, but she couldn't do it anyway. I only heard a few noisy voices suddenly coming from below, and I could vaguely hear a few words?:
"Eldest brother... you are like this... can't you?..."
"You are now? Can? It's no better than before..."
The male voice who spoke was quite excited, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yuan Buwei, and it even spread upstairs? The voice sounded a little green, probably young.
Ye Miaomiao exploded again.
—What an arrogant brat! What the sword master said before was indeed correct. Just because the sword master is abolished now, these juniors and younger sisters have begun to disobey him. How dare they dare to be so arrogant while the sword master is still recovering from his wounds? It's too much! ! !
- And the culprit of all this is himself after all.
Just think about how high-spirited the beauty was in the past, but now she has abolished her cultivation for her own sake, and was insulted and slapped in the face by a brat who never paid attention to her in the past. She wanted to lie flat Ye Miaomiao immediately turned over, her fighting spirit was high.
First of all, she secretly condemned her behavior of trying to be lazy just now—
So shameful, too much! I almost killed a beautiful woman, but she graciously forgave me, and now I just eat more, suffer, and tire, so what is it to make amends? When the beauty was oppressed wantonly by these gangsters, I didn't want to quickly control the spirit sword and help the beauty regain her fighting power, but only wanted to be lazy. Is that still human? ?
Although I really don't seem to be human anymore... Bah, in short, I have to quickly cultivate my spirituality, establish a connection with the "Natural Spirit Sword", and stand up at the critical moment, so that the beauty can once again stand in front of those little people , slapping the face, sword qi soaring into the sky, in the stunned and disbelieving gazes of those people, he dropped a classic line:
"Thirty years in Hexi, thirty years in Hedong, don't bully young people into poverty!"
Thinking of these pictures in his head, Ye Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, and was suddenly filled with infinite motivation.
In the pool of swords, a dark long and narrow long sword trembled slightly at a specific frequency, and the spirit fluid from all directions slowly seeped into it, and the blade emitted a hazy light, with a kind of vague Spirituality is rippling.
·
On the first floor of the attic, several true disciples of Qiong Yuanzong were gathering in front of Yuan Buwei's bed, looking at him with concern.
"... Senior brother, how do you feel? How do you feel?"
"Wait, who brought this Yunxiang Crisp..."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Buwei, who was sitting on the bed, had already eaten the soft and cute little dumpling into his mouth, and his gestures were so elegant that Shi Yifei, who stretched out his hand to stop him, didn't even realize it. Can't help crying and laughing.
"Eldest brother, don't, you can't do this? Now is a special time. Some foods have to be consulted with the doctor. What if it has a bad effect on the injury?"
This is the youngest in the group of true biography, with a baby face, but a very mature mind, especially likes to worry, so that the little junior who gradually has a tendency to chatter can't help but start thinking about it.
"Eldest brother, you are really... You are now? But you are not as good as before. You have injuries all over your body. It is better to pay attention to it."
After repeating this sentence, Shi Yifei turned to look at a girl next to him with a guilty face, and couldn't help telling: "Sixth Senior Sister, don't be so careless next time. I remember that there is an ingredient in Yunxiang Crispy It is good for the healing of the wound, but it may hinder the speed of recovery. The situation of the big brother needs to be careful... "
The girl had a bitter face, and nodded while listening, like a chicken pecking at rice, almost telling him to stop reading.
She looked at Yuan Buwei, and forcibly changed the subject: "Actually, I didn't think that senior brother would eat this Yunxiang crisp. In the past, senior senior brother didn't seem to care much about these foods..." She was just being polite, how could I know that senior senior brother really Will you take the Yunxiang Crispy you handed over and eat it in one bite
"... In the past, my whole heart was on the sword. Now I'm bored sitting in the house, so I spent some time on the other side."
Yuan did not say a word like a cloud.
...Although he promised Tiandao to give him a sword god, but he? Did he? Promise to play the original Yuechen exactly like him, and he can't even eat his favorite sweets.
In fact, there is not much difference between the two in terms of personalities. It is not because they are self-conscious, but they are just a little more lively than each other.
Others were a little sad when they heard the words.
Eldest senior brother used to be obsessed with swords, but now he is trapped on the sick bed, so he can only divert his mind to other places, and talk about masturbation. Presumably, when this Yunxiang crisp is eaten, the big brother must be sweet in his mouth and bitter in his heart, right
Thinking of this, the way everyone looked at Yuan Buwei suddenly changed. Even Shi Yifei felt that he had gone too far just now, was he going to deprive the elder brother of a bit? a little? fun of masturbation
It was not: "???"
...I always feel that these people look at him? The way they look at him is not right, and they take good care of him. It was as if he was regarded as fragile glass, or a terminally ill patient who was about to die in the next second.
In this regard, he had to refute loudly—
"Eldest brother, if you like Yunxiangsu, I'll bring it to you next time when you recover from your injuries."
Yuan Buwei swallowed the words that came to his lips, and nodded coldly.
“… um, can? :)”
... Don't blame him for being weak in will? Who made Yun Xiangsu really fragrant
Just at this moment, a faint sound of swords came from upstairs. These people present are all the best true disciples of Qiong Yuanzong, so they all sensed it.
Shi Yifei was the first to notice it, and couldn't help asking: "Eldest brother, your sword?"
Yuan Buwei had a slight smile in his eyes, which was not surprising. In the past, Yue Chen would be much gentler than usual when he mentioned topics related to kendo.
He spoke in a lightly cheerful voice, with a trace of relief in his eyes: "My natal spirit sword has given birth to a sword spirit, and she is? doing it? Yunjian."
Everyone was very surprised. First of all, they all congratulated. The birth of a sword spirit from a natal spirit sword means that it has become a legendary sword. Isn't this a matter of great joy? Then he said in an envious tone:
"It turns out that the Excalibur and Sword Spirit can also carry the sword on its own. None of the previous Excalibur sword masters mentioned this matter, and there is no record in the ancient books. This is really unbelievable, and it is too impressive I'm envious!"
Originally not for being calm, very calm
... Isn't it common sense that mature sword spirits can acquire swords themselves? Basic operation, calm? Calm?.