The Virtual God Realm is a place shrouded in clouds and mist, with mountains looming.
The majestic mountains, like winding dragons, seem to soar in the clouds and mist.
The mountain peaks are like blades, piercing the sky and standing proudly.
This is the secluded place of Demon Sword Ximu in the Virtual God Realm.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the sky sounded, and a figure shuttled through the clouds and mist, like an immortal, with an agile figure and an extraordinary temperament.
This is Lu Benwei, one of the named disciples of Yao Dao Xi Mu.
On the top of the mountains, in the deepest part of the endless clouds and mist, there is a mountain peak standing upside down, with countless vines twining and hanging down, showing the vastness of ancient times.
Lu Benwei flew all the way, and after arriving here, he slowly landed.
On the inverted mountain platform, there are many ancient buildings. Lu Benwei walked towards an attic.
Master Demon Sword Xi Mu is waiting for him.
"It's strange. Why did the master suddenly call him here this time?"
Lu Benwei thought to himself and was a little puzzled. Generally speaking, it was rare for the master to summon him without saying anything.
If there is something to be ordered, he will definitely be informed in advance so that he can prepare.
With a trace of doubt, Lu Benwei saw Yao Dao Xi Mu. After bowing respectfully, he said in a deep voice: "I have met the master. I wonder what the master is calling for when he summons his disciple this time."
Yao Dao Xi Mu has white hair and an old face full of wrinkles, but only one of his eyes is still sharp and scary.
"It's nothing serious. Let me ask you, has Xiao Chen come to see you?"
Lu Benwei was stunned when he heard this, but he still said truthfully: "Returning to Master, Xiao Chen has not found a disciple for more than a year, and has no contact at all."
Yao Dao Xi Mu couldn't help but look slightly stunned, stroking his beard and muttering: "It shouldn't be? Could it be that there is no mystery in his painting? With his talent, he should be able to do it normally."
Xi Mu didn't think Xiao Chen could understand the mystery of the painting in a short period of time, but he should be able to create something unusual in the painting.
According to his guess, since he could be ordinary but didn't understand much, he should go to Lu Benwei for advice.
But more than a year has passed and Lu Benwei has never been contacted.
Ximu was confused and wondered, could it be me? He really has a mystery in the painting. Can't you guess what kind of opportunity is contained in the painting
If he knew about the opportunity and the inheritance represented in the painting, how could he not be moved at all? If it were anyone else, he would have gone to Lu Benwei long ago.
After thinking about it, I thought this was good.
It shows that this kid is still not as young as me, and the statue that defeated me in the trial tower is just a coincidence.
Thinking of this, Yao Dao Xi Mu smiled and said, "Go and bring him here. Just tell him that I want to see him."
Lu Benwei couldn't help but said in surprise: "Master, what are you doing?"
Yao Dao Xi Mu smiled and said: "This guy is very good. I want to accept him as a registered disciple so that I can give him some guidance."
Lu Benwei was speechless and couldn't understand the master's logic, but since he was told, just follow it.
"Yes, I will obey my master's orders!"
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In the Holy City of Gods, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged and had been enlightened on the Ice and Fire Lotus Platform for more than half a month.
In his eyes, the picture scroll in front of him was no longer what it used to be.
His vision was all focused on the lake in the painting and the drop of water falling in mid-air.
Drops of water and lakes, one is small, the other is broad, the other is agile, and the other is quiet.
The quiet and peaceful picture, with a drop of water on one side and a lake on the other, is actually a turbulent undercurrent, with opportunities facing each other.
In Xiao Chen's eyes, this drop of rain and dew was like a peerless swordsman with sharp edges and great ambitions, falling from the sky with the courage to live and die.
It has great ambitions. This drop of water wants to challenge a lake.
Snapped!
The picture continued to change, and Xiao Chen felt as if he was in it, seeing nothingness.
It is about to rain, there is a roar, and thousands of rain and dew fall from the sky.
But there is a drop of water, condensed between the sky and the sky, unmoved. Let other rain and dew come and go, let fate fall from the sky.
It is unmoved, this is a lonely drop of rain and dew, and it is also a drop of proud rain and dew.
Wow!
The rainwater on the ground gathered into countless tributaries, gradually forming a lake right in front of Xiao Chen's eyes.
The lake is getting wider and wider, but that drop of rain and dew still hangs high in the sky, unmoved.
God is angry about it. The thunderclouds dissipated, the bright sun rose in the sky, and on behalf of the heaven's punishment, the power of the sun dissipated this drop of rain and dew.
But something strange happened, this drop of rain and dew, under the sunlight. Shining like crystal, crystal clear. The hotter the sun shines, the brighter it becomes. This drop of rain and dew shines brighter and brighter, so proud.
From sunset to sunrise, the scorching sun roasted it for three thousand three hundred and thirty three years.
But this drop of rain and dew is still as proud as before and does not change the past.
God, my wrath cannot be revealed.
Then he chopped it with thousands of thunderbolts, intending to completely destroy it. This time another three thousand three hundred and thirty-three years passed.
This drop of rain and dew still does not change the original intention and is as proud as ever.
The sky was angry and tortured it with violent winds for three thousand three hundred and thirty thirty years...
The scorching sun, violent winds and thunder tortured it for nine thousand or ninety-nine years. But this drop of rain and dew is as proud as ever. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, thunder, wind, and flames cannot change its original intention.
It only makes its light shine more brightly, washing away all the impurities, making it crystal clear, becoming more pure, and as beautiful as a demon!
What is a demon
Lonely like me, for thousands of years, hanging high in the sky, I exist alone!
What is a demon
Like me, proud and not afraid of the power of God!
Xiao Chen is like this, one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, a drop of rain and dew, hanging high in the sky, never changing his original intention.
The scene suddenly changed, Xiao Chen stepped back, and saw the drop of rain and dew continuing to fall.
Snapped!
This drop of rain and dew fell on the lake, and the vast lake exploded instantly. The sky also shattered at this moment, and all the water in the entire lake was expelled by this drop of rain and dew. The drop of water penetrated the lake and exploded into endless lake water.
The lake is plentiful and wide, but it can't accommodate this drop of rain and dew in my heart.
boom!
Xiao Chen was shocked, and the next moment, he suddenly woke up. My whole body was dripping with sweat, as if I had had a long, long dream, with a picture scroll floating in front of me.
The scene in the painting remains unchanged. It is still a drop of water falling slowly, with a lake on one side, quiet and peaceful.
Xiao Chen jumped down, put away the Ice and Fire Lotus Platform, took the scroll in his hand and spread it out, staring at it carefully, thoughtfully.
"A drop of rain and dew can also turn into a monster. The scorching sun, violent wind and thunder cannot destroy it, but only add to its charm and make it appear more monsterous. If you don't follow the trend, follow the destiny, and disrespect the power of God, a drop of rain will shatter the sky!"
Xiao Chen was thoughtful, the inheritance contained in this painting was really incredible.
"Demon Sword Ximu, registered disciple Lu Benwei, came to ask to see Xiao Chen of the Heavenly Alliance!"
Just as Xiao Chen was deep in thought, Lu Benwei's voice sounded in the courtyard. Xiao Chen muttered, what is he doing here, giving me the third painting
After putting away the scroll, Xiao Chen went out to greet him, cupped his hands and said, "I've met Brother Lu."
Lu Benwei gave a strange look: "You look so bad. Did something go wrong during your practice?"
Xiao Chen knew that studying the second painting just now consumed too much energy. He just wanted to tell the truth and ask for advice.
Lu Benwei said: "Do you need a rest? My master, I want to see you."
Demon Sword Ximu, want to see me
Okay, I just want to ask for a meeting. Xiao Chen is very curious about what kind of existence this demon sword Xi Mu is.
Why do you reject all other false gods who want to accept you as a disciple, but refuse to accept yourself as a disciple
And why, I want to give myself the Demon Sword Picture Scroll, it’s all a mystery.
"No need, you can leave now, please ask Brother Lu to lead the way."
Xiao Chen responded immediately without hesitation.
"Come with me."
Lu Benwei nodded slightly, looked Xiao Chen up and down, and murmured in his heart, wondering why the master suddenly wanted to accept Xiao Chen as a registered disciple.
Both of them were full of questions and rushed towards the place where Demon Sword Ximu retreated.