It’s been a long time since I’ve used reincarnation, but I’m feeling a bit шщЩ..1a
It doesn't make sense, so we can only use reincarnation to let Zhenyue see through the essence, so that she can turn around.
Look at this cute little fat guy, how he longs to be with the teacher, that would be the beauty of adulthood.
Floating in the sky above a gray world.
Here is reincarnation, not yet constructed.
He was meditating on what kind of reincarnation should be constructed to be useful to Zhen Yue.
After a long time, Lin Fan had an idea.
The rules take shape.
He raised his hands like God building a world.
This is a world dominated by knives, and it is also a world that is extremely sick.
In an ancient house, a middle-aged man without arms, his eyes red, was waiting anxiously.
"It must be a boy."
Wow!
A loud cry broke the silence.
"Hahahaha..." The man with broken arms laughed. It was finally a boy. In this case, someone would take over his path.
He quickly entered the delivery room and saw a woman whose face was pale, but with a smile on her face and looking lovingly at the baby next to her.
The man stepped forward and wanted to pick up the baby, but because he was missing both arms, he could only sit on the edge of the bed, stretch out his feet, pick up the baby, and hold it high in his hands.
"My son, your name will be Zhenyue from now on. Inherit your great father's black sword and become the strongest sword saint in the world."
Wow!
Because she hadn't washed her feet for a long time, the smell was a bit strong. Newborn Zhenyue foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Ten years later.
Zhenyue has become a little adult, practicing hard with a black knife in hand.
He adheres to his father's will and must become the strongest Sword Saint and stand on the top of the world.
In ten years' time, there will be a world's sword-playing competition. By then, all the sword-playing players in the world will appear on the stage. As long as they win the first place, they will become the strongest.
"I am the strongest." Zhenyue's expression was stern, and there was a cold light in his eyes. He took out a sword technique from his arms.
"The most powerful sword technique to kill everyone with ruthlessness and righteousness"
The name of this sword technique is very long. He knows that the longer the name of the sword technique, the more powerful the sword technique is. Even, as far as he knows, he has never seen a sword technique with a longer name than his. .
This is a sword skill that he acquired accidentally. He didn't tell anyone and practiced it alone.
"Son, how are you doing with your cultivation?" The father, who had lost both arms, came over.
Zhenyue nodded, did not speak, but hid the sword technique.
The first page of the sword skills he memorized.
Cut off all connections with yourself,
Therefore, when he looked at his father who had lost both arms, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
"To become stronger, to become stronger, I have to abandon everything. No one can stop me."
One month later.
inside the house.
Rivers of blood flowed.
Bodies can be seen everywhere, and their deaths are horrific. They were all killed with a single knife.
A young man stood in a pool of blood holding a black knife, and blood dripped down the blade and onto the ground.
"Being ruthless and righteous, cutting off everything is the strongest way of swordsmanship." Zhenyue lowered her head.
He hacked his parents to death, and even killed everyone who had anything to do with him, just to cut off everything and embark on an unstoppable path.
"Ahem!"
Not far away, there was a corpse lying in a pool of blood. Half of the body was almost cut open, but there was still one breath left.
He is Zhenyue's father, but when faced with such a thing, he is not angry at all, but is very relieved.
"Zhen'er, you surprised my father and made me very happy."
"Keep going, keep going like this, and you will definitely become the strongest swordsman in the world. Don't follow the same path as your father."
As soon as he finished speaking, he died, completely cold.
Another ten years later.
Zhenyue has no other ambitions, and will kill everyone who is related to him.
He cut from the north to the south, from the south to the west, and then from the west to the east.
I cut all the way along, and the cuts were earth-shattering. Even the black knife passed down from my family had been cut and curled several times. If I hadn't met a master craftsman and repaired the black knife, I would have changed the knife several times.
"Sure enough, the way of swordsmanship requires being focused without any distractions and being ruthless and righteous. The path I am taking is the true way of swordsmanship."
The people he killed along the way really disappointed him.
What relatives, what family.
There are even more ridiculous people who, seeing their disciples hacked to death by him, abandon the sword and are willing to become useless.
He sneered at this and chopped it all off with a single slash.
The ultimate battle.
The most recognized Sword Saint in the world was hacked to death by his sword.
"Hahahaha, I am the strongest, I am the Sword Saint. I have been walking for twenty years and finally reached this point." Zhenyue stood on the top of the mountain, looking up to the sky and laughing, extremely excited.
"You are not worthy of being a Sword Saint." The strongest man who was hacked to death by him was not completely dead yet.
Zhenyue looked at him and sneered, "You are recognized as the strongest. If I chop you to death, I will be the strongest Sword Saint. Even if you don't accept it, it will be useless."
"The strongest? How can I be the strongest? Youyou Mountain is where the strongest people live, and you have already made the wrong move from the beginning."
"I understand why the man from Youyoushan said such things to me eighteen years ago. I didn't understand it before, but I understand it now."
"The crazy pursuit of the Dao of the Sword represents the obsession with the Dao of the Sword, but it is still unknown whether the Dao of the Sword likes your obsession."
"Young man, that's not how knives work."
"Hahaha… "
As soon as he finished speaking, the once strongest man in the world suddenly lost his temper.
"Tch, idiot, Youyoushan, I'm going to see who has this ability."
Ten years later.
Zhenyue spent ten years looking for Youyoushan.
In the past ten years, he has become even more obsessed with the way of the sword. He can even give up his life and all dignity. He feels that he is the sword and the sword is himself.
"Youyou Mountain."
Zhenyue looked at the destination with hundreds of flowers blooming in front of her, all over the mountains, and with the burning flames in her heart rising, she stepped into it.
His purpose here is very simple, which is to kill the so-called strongest.
Winning the title of Sword Saint.
A valley.
A middle-aged man took a monkey there, barbecued, drank wine, and lived a happy life.
"Monkey, eat less. If you eat so much, why should I eat?" The middle-aged man grabbed a handful of meat from the grill and stuffed it into his mouth.
Zhizhi!
The monkey protested, holding all the monkey wine in his arms and refusing to give it to the other party.
Snap!
The sound of broken branches.
"You are the Sword Saint hiding in Youyou Mountain. It turns out you are nothing more than that." Zhenyue arrived and walked around the entire mountain, only to see this person.
Then this is obviously the person he is looking for.
The middle-aged man's mouth was full of greasy food, and he looked at Zhenyue with a smile, "Yes, I am the Sword Saint hidden in Youyou Mountain, and I am indeed not very good."
Zhenyue frowned slightly, very disappointed, "Okay, fight with me and let me hack you to death."
"Wait a minute, are you mistaken? I don't fight with people, and I'm not very interested in playing with knives. Today I have to have a barbecue with my partner, and I don't have time to play with knives. Why don't you come and eat some together? It tastes good. Not bad." The middle-aged man smiled brightly and did not take this matter to heart.
"It's not up to you." Zhenyue said coldly, without waiting for the other party's consent, he directly raised the knife and struck.
He has already seen the result, that is, this man and the monkey were chopped down in a pool of blood by him.
The sword was full of intent and was heading towards the two of them.
"Squeak!"
The monkey was so annoyed and a little disgusted with this person. He picked up the meat knife on the side, squeaked and screamed, and just slashed towards Zhenyue.
"Um?"
Zhenyue didn't take it to heart, but when he collided with the knife, his expression suddenly changed.
A terrifying sword intent struck him, causing him to quickly retreat in shock.
"There's something wrong with this monkey." Zhenyue said solemnly.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhenyue and said, "Young man, don't be so irritable. There is something wrong with your cultivation, and I feel that Dao doesn't like you very much. It's a bit wishful thinking for you to pursue it like this."
"You fart." Zhenyue roared angrily, but with a click, dense cracks appeared on the black knife in his hand. He was so shocked that his face became frightened, and he quickly retreated and left the place.
"Wait for me, I will come back."
The middle-aged man quickly shouted, "Don't come here. I'm not very interested in playing with knives. I just play it occasionally."
But for Zhenyue, he didn't listen at all.
the next thirty years.
Zhenyue basically comes once a month, but fails miserably every time.
In fact, even the middle-aged man didn't do anything. Basically, the animals around the man did.
Previously it was monkeys, then snakes, tigers, and even snakes.
The most terrifying thing was that a slow-moving turtle stood up on its hind legs, raised a knife, and slashed at it menacingly.
It was easy to hack the opponent to death, but after the fight, he discovered that he was seriously injured.
"Why? Why on earth is this?"
Zhenyue couldn't understand that her frantic pursuit of the way of the sword had reached a terrifying level, yet she could still fail so miserably.
But this time, he did not retreat, but looked at the other party angrily.
"Why don't you take action? Even if I lose in your hands, I will admit it. What if I can see the strongest swordsmanship?" Zhenyue yelled.
The middle-aged man was very embarrassed, "Actually, you misunderstood. I am really not interested in playing with swords. You may not believe it when I tell you. I have never deliberately practiced swordsmanship. I just felt it one day and could do it twice. In the past thirty years, you have come at the wrong time every time, so I have no idea of using a knife."
"Then you can't have it now?" Zhenyue said.
"It can't be, but it was there a few days ago. It's a pity that you weren't here." The middle-aged man said.
"You..." Zhenyue left. He would not give up. He was the Sword Saint, the strongest Sword Saint.
Another twenty years passed.
Zhenyue's face is aging, her hair has turned white, and even her back is a little bowed.
He has been sharpening it with Youyoushan for decades, and it has become so old that he can hardly lift the knife in his hand.
"You...why are you still the same as you were decades ago?" Zhenyue asked with a trembling voice.
The appearance of the middle-aged man has not changed, he is still very young.
"It's been ten years since I smiled, and my head turned gray when I was worried. I live a very happy life every day. I must be very young. How old are you?" the man asked.
"Eighty." Zhenyue replied.
"Oh, that's still very young. I'm old. I'm already over 170 years old. By the way, how about eating barbecue? The barbecue I cook tastes very good, but I still have no idea of daggering today." Middle-aged the man said.
And at this time.
Zhenyue froze on the spot with an expressionless face, as if she had fallen into some kind of meditation.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"Why is this happening? I have been pursuing the way of swords all my life, but in the end, I am still like this."
Zhenyue let go of the black knife in her hand and looked up to the sky. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, feeling very sad.
"Actually, you made the wrong move. The knife has a spirit. If you pester someone, even a close relative will bother you. At least give them some breathing space, so mentality is the most important."
"I still say the same thing, I'm not interested in playing with knives."
The middle-aged man thought, what a poor child, he is eighty years old, and he still hasn't figured out how low his IQ is.
Zhenyue didn't say anything, but turned and left here.
One hundred years later.
In a certain valley.
A young man pursues a sword technique with a very long name, and works hard to practice it, scaring others with fear as he cuts along the way.
Later, I came to this valley to challenge the strongest person here.
In the valley, a man was soaking in hot springs and enjoying life.
Not far away, a black knife was quietly placed there.
"I'm going to chop you to death," the young man said.
The man soaking in the hot spring looked at the other person and said, "Young man, I am soaking in the hot spring and have no interest in playing swordsmanship. You have found the wrong person."
"Also, it seems to me that your knife is very tired. He should be allowed to rest and enjoy life."
Lin Fan was floating in the sky, witnessing the development of this reincarnation. He was smiling at first, but then he became a little solemn.
"That's not right, there is obviously nothing about Youyoushan in this reincarnation."
He didn't understand.
Reincarnation was beyond his control and developed on its own.
This has never happened before.
what's going on.
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