My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

Chapter 460: Sword cultivators are the best!

Chapter 460: Sword cultivators are the best!
The Chu-Han Immortal Dynasty was the foundation of Liu Xin's religion.

In comparison, the incense country built with the help of national destiny is much more advanced.

Because of its high level, the incense kingdom today is only about the size of a village.

The interior is rough and there are few buildings.

There is only one throne located in the center of the village, but because of its lack of strength, it looks like the same level as the armchair in the armory's room.

Although the quality is not high enough, Liu Xin's intentions are outstanding.

On the one hand, he used Xu Baoer's death to stir up hatred between the two dynasties.

On the one hand, he used the supporters of his competitors to attack Qin Wu.

On the one hand, he used Qin Wu to kill the Chu and Han sects and absorb the most loyal believers.

The quality of these believers, the incense provided by one, is comparable to that of a whole city of believers.

"Most importantly, he managed to avoid some causes and effects..."

Thinking of cause and effect, Shen Weilong also thought of his own son, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

He couldn’t understand his son’s cultivation level, but he could tell about 80% of his combat power.

"With Qingyun's strength, he can destroy that group..."

But the one who actually died at the hands of Shen Qingyun was a fourth-level cultivator who wanted to launch a sneak attack.

As for the rest...

The two grandfathers were seriously injured.

The rest of the people died at the head of the Yunzang boss behind the white board.

"In addition to fearing the suspicion of that person in the Sixth Realm, Qingyun is also trying to avoid the cause and effect..."

As she murmured softly, she couldn't help feeling surprised.

The words cause and effect are very advanced.

It's simply not something that Shen Qingyun can handle at his level.

But in the battle just now, Shen Qingyun was doing this again.

"And he did much better than Liu Xin..."

While muttering to himself, his sword eyes turned, and he picked Liu Xin out from the world of Chu and Han and looked at him carefully.

At this moment, Liu Xin was looking at the ever-expanding kingdom of incense and smiling like a child on his birthday.

"Foolish people are happier."

Shen Weilong thought of something his son had said.

Liu Xin's evasion was limited, at best it was equivalent to taking a few detours between cause and effect.

Shen Qingyun accidentally avoided more.

Ninety percent of the cause and effect was borne by the boss Yunzang, the aunt behind the white board.

"Qingyun's starting point is definitely not cause and effect, but he can avoid it unintentionally..."

This is the blessing from fate.

End the sentimentality and start doing business.

Shen Weilong's gaze fell on the last eighteen souls.

He raised his hand and extended his index finger, and a flash of sword light appeared.

With a casual throw, the sword light separated and divided into eighteen strands, merging into the soul.

Finish and leave.

Just turned around...

He turned back again.

This time, his sword eyes brightened a little more, and he looked directly at the throne in the center of the village.

Just at the moment when the eighteen souls entered the kingdom, there was something wrong with the throne.

Shen Weilong looked around for a while, then listened attentively. There seemed to be the sound of joyful intercourse, as well as the sound of the Buddha chanting sutras.

"Is this Liu Xin's incense method?"

Shen Weilong's mind was churning, and he couldn't find any relevant memories, so he frowned.

"It's not because I'm ignorant, but because this method is new..."

After a moment of hesitation, a small sword emerged, carrying the order of the Immortal Sword Sect's elder, piercing through the void and escaping towards the Immortal Sword Sect.

"I almost forgot something..."

Shen Weilong was stunned, waved his hand and called back the small sword, adding: "Three thousand years ago, there was a sword cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation who was once a million-level master. I hope you will come back soon."

Xiaojian Er left.

The boasts his son made are still lingering in the mind of the truly qualified First Sword Immortal.

"I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried it. Today I will show it to you. If anyone has any grievances..."

After reciting it silently dozens of times, Shen Weilong's sword eyes had already engraved this poem.

When it was his turn to sign, he hesitated for a moment...

"Shen Weilong, question!"

comfortable.

Leave.

Shen Weilong arrived at Beizhou in one step, ready to watch the classic performances such as the King of Qin circling the pillar...

Elder Di was watching the Five Realms Spirit Boat sail westward.

The battle just now ended strangely.

From his perspective, it seemed extremely normal.

"Those third-level cultivators may still be wondering why they should surrender, but the fourth-level cultivators are clear-headed..."

It doesn't matter whether the ugly man who can utter such crazy sword talk is a sword practitioner or not, but there must be a real sword practitioner behind him!

This is the real reason why the four borders of Chu and Han made major repairs and surrendered obediently.

Thinking of this, Elder Di couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

"If I hadn't planned before taking action, I would have offended a true swordsman..."

Elder Di even wanted to run away.

On second thought...

"I am a great cultivator of the sixth realm. Avoiding danger is my basic practice, but if I can seek good fortune... how wonderful it would be?"

Squinting his eyes, he thought of the monks from the Chu-Han Central Road.

"Even for Master Shen, three strong men in the fifth realm are still a tough nut to crack..."

With a confident smile on his face, Elder Di regrouped and looked towards the west.

"Don't panic, my lord! The Emperor is coming!"

On top of the spirit boat.

The Chu and Han cultivators squatted obediently in dozens of cabins.

In addition to those who were sent away, there were less than a thousand captives, all bound by Qi and blood.

Even if there was still spiritual power available, it could not withstand the flashing light of the formation in the cabin.

No one with any brains would want to try the formation embedded in the Five Realms Spirit Boat.

The nine amateur sword masters looked around for a while, but didn't see any signs related to the formation. They felt a little restless and stood up.

Liu Feihuang's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Looking for Master Qinglian."

"The layman is still playing with the bird..."

The sword cultivator’s head was tilted.

"Ahem," Liu Feihuang said solemnly, "The king among birds is the phoenix."

"The bird that just boarded the spiritual boat was a phoenix?" the Nine Swords old man asked in shock, "was it also raised by the hermit?"

When it comes to spreading rumors, I also come from a famous family!
Liu Feihuang sighed and told the story slowly.

"A long, long time ago, a pair of phoenixes were seriously injured and on the verge of death..."

"I'm entrusting you with my orphan before I die... I'm not really an orphan, I'm just an egg..."

"This egg is pitiful. Both its parents died when it was young, and the layman raised it with only shit and urine..."

……

Liu Gaosheng next door was crying loudly.

"Woo woo woo, it should be here, Brother Shen..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, uncle is obviously joking."

"Even jokes need to be done in moderation. What bird needs a pile of shit and a pile of piss... woo woo woo..."

"Uncle is exaggerating. Let's find some birds for you to raise tomorrow to gain some experience points."

After a long period of consolation, Liu Gaosheng stopped crying, glanced at the six fourth-level masters beside him, and became beaming with joy again.

These six people were all in his hands.

"Brother Shen, I have an idea."

"Brother Liu, please feel free to speak."

"Have you ever heard of the saying that one plus one is greater than two?"

Hey!
Shen Qingyun was surprised and said, "Brother Liu, this is a great insight. May I ask what you mean?"

Before Liu Gaosheng could say anything, BMW beside him could no longer sit still and snorted in warning.

"Haha, Lingju got excited before I even said anything," Liu Gaosheng looked at Shen Qingyun eagerly, "It's because he and Lingju cooperated well, so..."

Shen Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "If Brother Liu wants to cooperate with Lingju when we are outside, that's fine, but..."

When Liu Gaosheng was asked about guiding the three children in their practice, he nodded repeatedly.

"That's the truth. We can't delay the baby no matter what...Haha, Lingju, Brother Shen agreed. Didn't expect that? Come on, come on, hold one by one..."

Shen Qingyun was relieved to see that the birds and horses were in great condition.

BMW wanted to kick the young master, but when he saw the young master's smiling face, he held back.

"I am a real horse, and this Liu Gaosheng is a real dog!"

Bang!
Liu Gaosheng can't kick.

The BMW kicked its hind legs and hit the "sycamore wood".

Seeing that the "Phoenix Wood" was green all over, just like an old tree in spring, Shen Qingyun hurriedly said: "Spirit Horse, be careful, don't kick... Brother Liu's treasure."

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay," Liu Gaosheng waved his hand, "Kick if you want, as long as the spirit horse is happy!"

Walking out of the cabin, Shen Qingyun felt uncomfortable as a cloud of worry weighed down on him.

"Without Brother Liu, I really can't be happy..."

The surrender of the Chu and Han monks shocked him greatly, not to mention others.

After thinking about it, there is only one reason to explain...

"Sword cultivator!"

Shen Qingyun carefully recalled the scene at that time.

The Qin Wu army formation was about to pull down the spirit boat group and prepared to start a massacre.

The nine sword cultivators attacked and broke the blood and energy net with ease, which drew praises from the great cultivators of the four realms of Chu and Han.

"And when I finished showing off and made the sword cultivator surrender..."

The swordsman surrendered decisively.

Afterwards, the sword cultivator turned around and threatened the fourth realm cultivator, which led to the strange end of the battle.

"Even when I complained about the sword cultivator being stupid..."

Shen Qingyun touched the small lump on his forehead, which still hurt slightly.

"It wasn't the sword cultivator who did it. My last name is not Shen!"

So what kind of species are sword cultivators?
"The nine people I tricked onto the Spirit Boat are amateurs, but what should I do with them?"

The most important thing is, if you meet a real swordsman in the future, how should you deal with it?
Just as I was thinking about it, someone came over.

Turning around, he saw that it was Liu Feihuang, leading the captive leader.

"Sword cultivators are the best!"

Before Liu Feihuang got close, he was startled when he heard the ugly man say this.

The old man with nine swords behind him made a sword salute in a deep voice.

"What the senior said is true, sword cultivators are... the best!"

Bragging?

Liu Feihuang rolled his eyes and laughed, "Indeed, Senior Layman, he is looking for you...then you two can chat..."

"and many more!"

"What do you want, sir?"

Shen Qingyun said sternly: "Tell all the captives to repeat this three hundred times a day."

Liu Feihuang's lips twitched, and he finally bowed and took his leave.

The old man Jiujian was also confused for a while. He thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, so he asked.

“Why is this happening, sir?”

In order to avoid being shot in the head!

Shen Qingyun sighed and said, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Well, that's not the case..."

"That's it."

The old man with the Nine Swords felt a sense of awe and his awe of Shen Qingyun deepened.

"Good teacher, please know..."

"Wait!" Shen Qingyun said seriously, "Just limit yourself to exchanging sword techniques, don't engage in these empty talk. I... swore more than two thousand years ago that I would no longer accept disciples."

My teacher is truly unfathomable!

The Nine Swordsman was filled with admiration and said, "I would like to ask the layman, how should I practice the way of sword correctly?"

Shen Qingyun: "..."

"Layman?"

"What did you just want to tell me?"

"Uh... I am the leader of the Small Immortal Sword Sect, with more than a thousand disciples. I am about to report to the master that I am going to have all the disciples come here to listen to the master's teachings. They will follow the master's lead."

This must be done for you!

"There is no time to lose," Shen Qingyun hoped that the other party would run away quickly, "You should set off now..." "That's not necessary," the Nine Swords old man said respectfully, "I sent a message back to the sect when I left the cabin just now."

Shen Qingyun's scalp tingled and he smiled, "Thank you for telling me."

After a while of communication between the two sides, Shen Qingyun had some understanding of the Xiaoxian Sword Sect.

Xiaoxianjian Sect is not a sect of immortal cultivation in Beizhou, but one of the powerful sects in the neighboring outer area of Qiangzhou.

It was only because he passed by Beizhou and was attracted by the wireless silk, and then learned about Xu Baoer's "high moral character", that he felt like defending the weak and made this trip.

Shen Qingyun had heard of the name of the Immortal Sword Sect.

Of course, asking directly could easily expose your true identity.

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Aren't you afraid of violating taboos with the name of your sect?"

The old man of Nine Swords replied respectfully: "The orthodox sword path is nowhere to be found. I just want to use this name to attract the orthodox Immortal Sword Sect, even if I die."

"Oh my god~~~ I have stirred up a hornet's nest..."

Shen Qingyun wiped his sweat and advised: "If you plant flowers with care, they won't bloom, but if you plant willows without care... eh?"

Ok?
The old man Jiujian was puzzled by Shen Qingyun's punctuation.

"A tree grows out of an accident," Shen Qingyun shook his head, tossed Brother Liu aside, and continued, "Sword cultivators have firm beliefs and move forward courageously, but they must also let nature take its course. Otherwise, the harder they work, the further they will stray from the orthodoxy..."

When the Mouth Cannon Saint Body unleashed its power, the Nine Swords Old Man had nothing to do but to remember it in awe.

After finishing speaking, Shen Qingyun was about to run away.

"Layman, regarding the way of the sword..." The old man with the Nine Swords looked at Shen Qingyun eagerly, just like Liu Gaosheng who had just looked at Shen Qingyun and wanted to fuck him.

To be honest, I am impressed by the thirst for knowledge in your eyes!

"But I know nothing about swordsmanship?"

Just as I was thinking hard, there were thunder explosions from more than a dozen cabins over there.

"Sword cultivators are the best!"

There's more to it than just this one sentence.

"The sword's energy spans thirty thousand miles, and one sword can freeze forty states..."

"I have fought in battles across thousands of miles, and my sword has been as powerful as a million warriors..."

"When the sword dances, the four directions are moved, and the heaven and earth rise and fall for a long time..."

……

Uncle Liu, you are a real man of the family!
Shen Qingyun touched his nose and came up with an idea.

"Don't worry about the sword art. You won't understand even if I tell you."

The Nine Swordsman said ashamedly: "My disciple is dull... I don't know how to lay the foundation?"

"Recite the poem first."

"what?"

"Remember this. I will only teach you once. The Zhao guest has a long Hu Ying, and the Wu hook is as bright as frost and snow..."

After sending away the old man with nine swords, Shen Qingyun leaned over the railing and looked into the distance, feeling extremely miserable.

"You can't always recite poems..."

After thinking for a while, he could not find a good solution. He could only put the matter aside and think about the situation at the Mayi Sect.

"With an adult in charge, I guess...eh?"

Just as he was thinking about it, more than a dozen spirit boats came flying from the west.

When he used his spiritual sense to check, he found that they were more than 200 monks from Chu and Han, all of them looked panic-stricken.

"I'm afraid they were defeated by the Mai Clan..."

It’s normal to think about it.

After reaching the fifth level of physical training, he not only paid back all the money he owed to the cultivators, but also received a lot of interest.

"If you weren't planning to train your troops, you could handle it by yourself..."

Thinking of this, Shen Qingyun flew into the air and was about to stop the spirit boat...

"Why should we take action? We are willing to serve. Let's go!"

Dozens of flying swords dragged out dozens of streaks of light, turning more than a dozen spirit boats into a hornet's nest.

More than two hundred monks screamed and fell.

Shen Qingyun didn't even have to do anything, nine sword masters came out together and captured the person.

Six of the fourth-level masters who wanted to escape were severely beaten and kept cursing on the spirit boat.

"Dugu Xiaoyao, are you still a human being?"

"Fuck you, I ran away from Qin Wuren and fell into your hands, Dugu Xiaoyao!"

"Non-my family, its heart must be different!"

"I knew they had no good intentions when they followed me!"

……

The Nine Swords old man named Dugu Xiaoyao had a blank expression on his face when he heard this. After handing the person over to Liu Feihuang, he turned and left. Only then did the indifferent voice rang out.

"Hello……"

He is still hiding his identity and name?!

The captured Daxiu vomited blood continuously.

"Stop vomiting!" Liu Feihuang cursed, "Since you are a prisoner, you should be aware of it. Remember, the first rule of prisoners is to repeat it three hundred times a day!"

What three hundred times?

The prisoners looked up in astonishment.

"Sword cultivators are the best!"

Murder and kill!
The prisoners began to vomit blood again.

After some tidying up, the captives became well-behaved, and Liu Feihuang went to report to the lay Buddhist.

"There are two more spirit boats?"

"Reporting to the layman, these are what the monks said."

Shen Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry about it. Business is more important."

At such a high speed, in less than three hours, the Five Realms Spirit Boat arrived at the Mayi Gate.

Looking down, the place is full of devastation from the war.

There were no signs of overlapping wounds, and it was obvious that the battlefield was large, but also very clean.

"It looks like a wave of momentum...eh?"

Shen Qingyun glared and saw a large monument outside the Maiyi Gate with large characters written on it -

"Xianyun Pavilion is pushing forward the reconstruction with a sincere heart, and Mayi Clan is grateful for Dai De's sincere feelings!"

There are a few hundred small words at the end, which roughly mean to thank Xianyun Pavilion for its huge contribution to the reconstruction of Mayi Sect. Without Xianyun Pavilion, there would be no Mayi Sect.

"Oh my god, who wrote this... huh?"

Shen Qingyun glanced at the big words again and laughed.

"It's Brother Mai without a doubt!"

The spirit boat landed, and the Mayi Sect and the Imperial Guards appeared together.

At a glance, there were many injured people.

But every body cultivator's face was filled with excitement, and even bloodthirsty rage.

Except Huo Xiu.

"I pay my respects to you..."

"Cough cough!"

Shen Qingyun coughed and moved aside, revealing Liu Feihuang.

"Old man!"

When Huo Xiu saw Liu Feihuang, his old face turned pale.

"He was beaten and crippled, and then rescued by Xiao Shen..."

Although he was in great pain, Huo Xiu still forced a smile to comfort him: "It's okay, Xiao Liu, you have to remember one thing: as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!"

My Lord, if you say so...

"Yes, yes, I wonder how the battle is going on here, old man?"

"It can be considered a great victory," Huo Xiu sighed, "One third of the Imperial Guards were killed, more than a dozen of the Mai Sect died, more than a thousand Chu and Han monks were killed in battle, and only two or three hundred escaped."

Killed more than a thousand?

"Sir, you really don't know how valuable money and rice are!"

Shen Qingyun felt extremely heartbroken after hearing this.

Liu Feihuang gave two thumbs up: "Old Master, you are worthy of being the second Qin Wu!"

Seeing that Liu Feihuang was already trying to flatter him, Huo Xiu asked, "What about you guys?"

"Alas, we can't do it..."

"Go ahead," Huo Xiu was speechless, "The other party is so powerful, will I laugh at you?"

"Well, we only killed four or five hundred..."

so much?
Huo Xiu was secretly shocked and was about to speak...

"We captured a thousand..."

Huo Xiu froze.

"Among them, there are more than seventy fourth realms..."

Huo Xiu was struck by lightning.

Liu Feihuang said sincerely: "Old sir, there are less than 300 monks who escaped here. I just counted them and there are only 241 in total."

Behind Huo Xiu.

Du Kui and the others looked at each other and whispered to each other.

"Tiger father!"

"We are not worthy of having such a tiger father..."

"No, if the record is true, then ninety-nine percent of the time it's Brother Shen..."

"He said, Brother Shen and I killed more than 500 people together, how would you respond?"

……

Huo Xiu glanced at Shen Qingyun, and when he saw Shen Qingyun touching his nose, he knew that this was true.

I want to smoke Liu Feihuang, but I won't say anything about it for now...

"Why?!"

Just because he is Liu Gaosheng's father?
"I am still Xiao Shen's..."

Huo Xiu was startled, and then he felt very... ashamed!

"I suddenly feel like I am not marrying a legitimate wife from a prestigious family..."

Go back and find a reason to solidify the relationship first!

Just as they were thinking about it, everyone got off the spirit boat.

First, the generals on the right were covered in blood, but no one was seriously injured.

Next came the captured Chu and Han soldiers, all of them dejected and listless.

"But there are nine guys who are so arrogant. Are they not convinced by the beating?"

Huo Xiu sneered.

Finally, the right wing elite.

Huo Xiu took a quick glance and was secretly shocked.

“Only a few dozen missing?”

Subconsciously, he looked at Shen Qingyun again.

Shen Qingyun thought that the adults blamed him for blocking the previously discussed training plan, so he quickly sent a message: "Middle road."

Huo Xiu suddenly realized why Shen Qingyun rushed here in such a hurry. His face changed slightly and he shouted, "Except for the members of the Ma Yi Sect, everyone get on the spirit boat and set off immediately!"

The monks from various sects who were watching the battle from afar couldn't help but feel terrified.

"Is this a body cultivator?"

"It's so cruel!"

"This is the first time I know that cultivators can be used to tear..."

"This Ma Yi Sect is definitely not to be trifled with. Not only is it very powerful, but it is also closely connected with the Xianyun Pavilion..."

"This time, Xianyun Pavilion has also become famous, and even dares to provoke the Chu-Han Immortal Dynasty!"

……

What? What? Did Xianyun Pavilion offend the Chu-Han Immortal Dynasty?
Gao Shizi was just about to find someone to talk to and speak up for the sect, but Wang Lin pulled him forward.

"What's this?"

"Senior, wouldn't it be wonderful if you could take advantage of this free time to repair the damaged Maiyi Gate?"

The place where Qin Wu blocked the left route was only tens of thousands of miles away from the central stronghold.

The spirit boat arrived in a moment.

Huo Xiu squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the stronghold, he immediately felt relaxed.

"It seems that there is no touch..."

Before he finished speaking, he seemed to sense something and turned to look at Shen Qingyun beside him.

Shen Qingyun clenched his teeth, his expression did not change, but his eyes...

Red and wet.

"Xiao Shen, you..."

The message is not yet finished.

Shen Qingyun kicked out of the spirit boat.