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Text Chapter 363: Refusal with one thought, startled by the sword

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    In other words, seven years ago, when Ruo Yu He had just left Luo Xiao Sword Gate and traveled to the northwest desert, his whereabouts were exposed, and Wei Xingge came to find him. If he had gone through the battle like today and drank several kilograms of soju,  , and then use the confusing secret method to tear open all the wounds buried deep in Yu He's heart, and finally use the heroic words of Qian Yun to encourage Yu He, maybe Yu He will forget all the Chun Chun instructions of Master Yun Feng.  Finally, he nodded in confusion and rose up, following the old demon Wei, embarking on the bloody road of becoming a generation of unparalleled demon lord.  But things in the world are like this. No one can tell the fate between people. Sometimes a difference of thought will determine whether two people walk together or pass each other.  Seven years ago, Yu He was full of resentment and just wanted to get out of a pool of muddy water, hide under another sky, and find his own path.  Seven years later, Yu He was used to seeing the people coming and going in Shuocheng Old Street and hearing many strange anecdotes told by the neighbors. His heart had settled down and he learned to detach himself.  , to be a person who watches chess without saying a word.  Between the seven springs and autumn, Yu He recalled those past events less and less every year.  Although I sometimes wake up from a dream in the middle of the night, Lu Xiaoxi's voice and smile and the heartless letter still flash before my eyes; I think of Master Zong Hua glaring at him; I think of Fang Jiayi and Xia Houcang standing behind Master Zong Hua, mocking him coldly.  ; Thinking of the days when he was sweeping the floor and sprinkling water in Luoxiao Jianmen Tiangang Courtyard; these unforgettable encounters still make Yu He's heart ups and downs.  Whenever this happens, Yu He takes a sip of cold wine, and the alcohol rushes to his head, turning into a state of drunkenness. All these memories of the past will immediately disappear, leaving only a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth.  In Shuo City in the northwest, every time the New Year approaches, Yu He will ask for leave from shopkeeper Lao Kang and follow the caravan from the southeast back to Jingzhou to visit the tea garden by the waterside outside Yueyang City to visit the man who has been looking forward to Yu He's return every year.  Junior Sister Xiao Ning.  When Yu He talks about his hometown in front of others, he almost never thinks of the rolling mountains shrouded in mist and rain. Instead, the beautiful scenery of Yunmeng Daze, with lotus pods, reeds, and green coir raincoats, appears in front of his eyes.  Water gulls, flat boats, and lotus flowers fall.  He doesn¡¯t have to pretend to be homesick, because the longing is real.  When every household in Shuocheng Old Street had brand new New Year pictures and window grilles, Yu He raised his head and looked to the southeast, and suddenly felt that he could see a hazy waterfront, where a girl in a blue skirt was playing a jade flute.  When she noticed Yu He looking over, she stood up, smiling and waving.  It was the tenderness of the beautiful woman beside Yunmengze that made the memories in Yu He's heart sink deeper and deeper, and gradually no longer hurt all the time.  Many people have said to Yu He that time will wash away everything.  This is what has changed in seven years. Yu He's heart is different from that of seven years ago, and he is no longer the reckless and impulsive boy he was seven years ago.  Wei Xingge was still staring at Yu He. He seemed to be looking at a rare treasure and would never allow it to fall into the hands of others.  Others were easily moved by such fiery eyes, but Yu He silently picked up the wine jar, filled himself a bowl of wine, and took a sip.  The divine thought has already firmly locked the Liangyi Yuanmagnetic Separation Sword Pill in Dantian, and the left hand folded in the sleeve has also tightened the jade talisman for communication between Chang Junzi and Fairy Liu Zhen.  Although he guessed that Wei Xingge would be furious and take action on the spot, Yu He still shook his head and said softly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Wei, for your love. It's just that Yu He has gotten used to the life of Xianyun Yege in the past few years.  I have no intention of getting involved in the storm again. " There was no wind or rain, but the Shunping Restaurant shook violently, and the wooden boards scraped together, making a "squeaking" sound.  Wei Xingge¡¯s face was as dark as water, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled down, but he didn¡¯t take action brazenly.  I saw him reaching out to pick up the wine jar on the table, and drank all the remaining wine in one gulp with a slurping sound across the mouth of the jar. He threw the huge wine jar, slapped the table and shouted: "Bring more wine."  !¡± Shopkeeper Lao Kang downstairs trembled and quickly called someone to send two more jars of old wine upstairs.  Yu He looked at Wei Xingge without saying a word. The atmosphere on the second floor seemed tense.  ¡°I don¡¯t know whether it was due to the overflow of alcohol or anger, but there were bulging veins on Old Mo Wei¡¯s forehead.  Wei Xingge patted open the seals of the two jars of wine with his hand. He pressed the jars, spit out a mouthful of hot wine, and said to Yu He: "In my heart, junior brother, do you still have nostalgia for those hypocritical people?" "  No." Yu He shook his head, "Yu He was born in a Taoist sect. Although he is now a non-traditional cultivator, he does not want to be accused of abandoning Taoism and joining the devil."  Whether you are a demon or a Taoist, it is the path to heaven! Those who come from any sect are all nonsense from people with ulterior motives!" Wei Xingge filled the wine bowls in front of him and Yu He again, and the spilled wine  It was spread all over the table.  He stared at Yu He and said in a deep voice: "??Ask you again, will you follow me?  " Yu He smiled casually, raised his wine bowl and saluted Wei Xingge, and said, "Yu He doesn't want his hands to be stained with blood. Senior Brother Wei is disappointed.  " There was a flash of anger in Wei Xingge's eyes. He stared at Yu He's wine bowl, but did not reach out for his own wine bowl. He just asked word by word: "Then what do you want to do before you are willing to follow me?  Shall I leave?  " Yu He knew that when Wei Xingge asked such a question, it was clear that he wanted to show off his dagger. His heart tightened tightly and he held his breath. The powerful true energy rushed through the meridians all over his body, and at any time  He was about to take action. He saw the wine bowl in front of Yu He trembling slightly as he felt uneasy. Wei Xingge's frown suddenly relaxed when he saw the wine bowl in Yu He's hand.  When he came, he grinned, touched the edge of Yu He's wine bowl with his own wine bowl, and said lightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you here and then sacrifice your blood to this small town?  " Yu He raised his eyebrows and replied honestly: "Afraid.  " "Since you are afraid, why don't you come with me?  If you shake your head again, you are my enemy, Wei Xingge, and I will destroy you physically and mentally; if you nod your head, you are my good brother, Wei Xingge, and I will die for you!  " Wei Xingge's words were so loud that even the white-haired old man with a dull expression twitched his lips. But Yu He sighed, drank the wine in the bowl, put the bowl on the table, and shook his head. " Wine  After falling down, the Liangyi Yuanci Clutch Sword Pill rushed up to the twelfth floor and pressed it under his tongue. He just opened his mouth and shot it out. However, Wei Laomo on the other side still didn't take action and just drank the whole bowl in one gulp.  , placed the wine bowl gently on the table, and moved his gaze from Yu He's face to the white-haired old man sitting in the wooden wheelchair. "Is this the boy you were talking about?"  He really has the tough temper of a swordsman, but his sword is too blunt!  "The white-haired old man who had closed his eyes and said nothing since entering Shunping Tower suddenly spoke and opened his eyes a thin slit. The cold light coming from the slits in his eyes was actually  The bright light of the day dimmed. In Yu He's sea of ??consciousness, there was an earth-shattering sword cry in an instant, and the Liangyi Yuanci clutch sword pills in his mouth slipped out from the bottom of Yu He's tongue like a pair of frightened hares.  , fled back to the Purple Palace Aperture, hid in the white jade sword box, and was no longer heard. Yu He was horrified. He didn't expect that this white-haired old man turned out to be a sword cultivator, and he was also a swordsman who had perfected his sword.  The master of swordsmanship who has directly entered the realm of transformation! Just based on the strange appearance when he opened his eyes just now, even the master Zhang Yan of the Anfu of Dingyang Temple in Kyoto who "turned his body into a sword" and the master of Luo Xiao Sword Sect who "turned his sword into a god"  "Zhenren Taiyuan, when it comes to the greatness of the sword, they can't compare to this white-haired old man. Among all the masters of sword cultivation that Yu He has seen, there is only one who has half-stepped into the realm of returning to the clan with ten thousand swords."  Only Chu Mingzi, the crippled swordsman, can compete with this old man in swordsmanship. Legend has it that Chu Mingzi and Zhang Yan had a battle to prove the Tao, and their whereabouts are unknown. But when will there be more people around this old demon Wei?  A master of swordsmanship with such proficiency? A sword cultivator of Xuanzhu Daoguo. He was a powerful person who could almost compete with the masters of the Earth Immortal without losing. Yu He sighed, and his heart sank.  It is a profound cultivation of Xuanzhu, but if he is cultivating magical powers such as talismans, spells, and incantations, then Yu He can use the wonderful power of the one true talisman to return all transformations to one true talisman even if the meridians and acupuncture points of his body are injured.  With his strength, he might be able to withstand a few attacks, but he never expected that this white-haired old man was actually a sword cultivator in the Xuanzhu realm, not to mention the old demon Wei of the Xingge Dharma King.  The old man swung his sword, and Yu He would probably not be able to resist it. If he really took action today, regardless of whether his elder brother or sister-in-law had time to manifest his Dharma body and save himself, the people in Shuo City would definitely be doomed.  Yu He's mind was racing, thinking about how to resolve the disaster in front of him, but the white-haired old man suddenly stretched out his right index and middle fingers and grabbed a bamboo chopstick placed on the table.  When the old man picked up the five-inch-long thin bamboo chopsticks with his fingers, Yu He couldn't help narrowing his eyes and gasping. Although the old man's two fingers were shaped like dry and decayed bamboo joints, the color was still there.  The black-yellow and shiny bamboo chopsticks are surprisingly stable, and the tips of the bamboo chopsticks do not tremble at all, as if they are burned in the void. At this moment, this piece of bamboo is no longer used to pick up vegetables.  As long as the chopsticks are held in the palm of this peerless sword cultivator, each branch, flower, grass, and leaf, as long as everything in the world is in a thin and long shape, will be a sword with unparalleled sharpness. Yu He has no doubt that this!  Bamboo chopsticks can not only cut through gold and jade, even if they encounter an ordinary Taoist magic sword, they will definitely cut through iron like clay. As soon as the white-haired old man took the "sword", his whole body's energy immediately changed drastically.  No matter who looked at him before, they only??He is a frail old man who has reached the age of octogenarians, but looking at it now, the majestic air machine seems like thousands of hectares of boiling lava rolling and roaring under the thin soil crust, ready to tear the earth apart at any time.  , setting off a raging flame that burns the sky.  Yu He has never seen a swordsman who can cultivate such momentum.  Everyone who practices swords takes the sharp metal as their basis, starting from the nature of the sword and reaching the true nature.  The natal sword Qi refined in the chest is mainly based on the golden nature of the sword, supplemented by the nature of self-thought.  This is when a swordsman succumbs to the sword, and deliberately caters to the rules of the sword in order to cultivate the way of swordsmanship, so that the long sword in his palm can communicate with his own mind, achieving the wonderful effect of "whatever the intention can reach, the sword can destroy".  However, in various ancient sword scriptures, it is often understood that the original meaning of the word "sword control" does not mean to use the sword to defeat the enemy, but when the sword practice reaches a high level, the mind and the sword are reversed.  Sword cultivators embrace the sharpness of the sword with their own thoughts.  The Qi generated at this time is no longer the same sharp and golden look, but changes according to the mind of the person holding the sword.  The way of sword breaks away from the shackles of swords and integrates the ultimate principle of "Tao follows nature". If the nature of mind is gold, its power will be like the giant sword that cuts the sky and the sea-fixing needle; if the nature of mind is wood, then its power will be like the ancient pine in the clouds.  The boundless forest sea; if the nature of the mind belongs to water, its power is like the vast ocean and the eternal ice; if the nature of the mind belongs to fire, then its power is like the raging flames burning the sky and flying fire meteors; if the nature of the mind belongs to the earth, then its power is like the rock that anchors the sea.  The mountains are frozen.  Therefore, the white-haired old man's energy suddenly changed, and Yu He felt a warning sign in his heart.  But his Liang Yi Yuan Magnetic Separation Sword Pill was frightened by the white-haired old man's sword intention, and even the white jade sword box and the eternal white lotus could no longer be used.  In desperation, he was about to use the jade communication talisman, but the aura of the white-haired old man suppressed him, and his whole body was like shackles, unable to move at all.  "It's over!" At this moment, Yu He's heart was filled with despair.  He knew that he was no match for the white-haired old man, but he didn't expect that he was so full of magical powers that he couldn't even use a single move. As soon as he used his momentum, he was suppressed alive on the spot.  .  ?Looking at the bamboo chopsticks in the old man's fingers, he lifted them up and pointed them diagonally at Yu He's face. He gently extended his fingers. The tips of the bamboo chopsticks became weak. Yu He's heart trembled and he blinked uncontrollably.  When his eyelids closed and then opened again, a wisp of breeze brushed his cheek. Although the mask instrument was safe and sound, Yu He had already noticed that under his left cheekbone, the skin was torn open and was cut open by the invisible sword energy.  There was an inch-long bloody gash.  There was a soft "click" sound from behind, and a round hole the size of a peanut was punched out of a wooden pillar with a diameter of one foot and a half. If you look up to the round hole, you can directly see the building through the series of holes.  The sky outside.  There was white steam rising from Yu He's body. It was because all the wine in his stomach turned into cold sweat and was evaporated by the gang energy all over his body.  What really horrified Yu He about the white-haired old man's sword was not the terrifying aura of rage, nor the indestructible invisible sword energy, but the murderous intention contained in the sword.  That is a killing intent that cannot be described in words. Even if a person practices swordsmanship for tens of thousands of years, it is impossible to condense it. Only after going through tens of millions of life and death fights and truly killing countless opponents can a person be full of his own sword.  Drinking blood can brew and give birth.  When the white-haired old man withdrew his sword and the murderous intention dissipated, a shrill evil spirit of resentment suddenly burst out from the wound on Yu He's cheek, penetrated into Yu He's meridians and blood vessels, and turned into the shape of countless fierce ghosts and rushed towards the sea of ??consciousness.  If the white-haired old man's sword power hadn't been restrained, allowing Yu He to break away from his shackles and activate his Xuan Gong in time to resist, otherwise this powerful evil, which was transformed from thousands of dead souls, would have torn the soul into pieces and turned the person into a human being.  A walking corpse.  "This old man is so terrifying. How many people has he killed? Only an invisible sword can carry such fierce resentment. If he really stabbed him with his natal magic sword, even the gods on land would be killed.  On the spot!" Yu He felt sad in his heart. Fortunately, the old man's sword just seemed to be intended to show off his power, and he didn't really want to kill him. Otherwise, he would have become one of the thousands of wronged souls on the sword.  "It's a pity that when the white-haired old man took out the sword, Yu He felt desperate that he would die. He couldn't help but blink, so he couldn't see clearly the way of the sword.  "If you are so afraid of death, why should you practice swordsmanship?" The white-haired old man frowned, curled his lips slightly, and seemed to sigh, "I am entrusted by others to be loyal. You just go ahead and do it, we two  It would be too boring to fight with a sword." After saying that, the aura that restrained Yu He quietly dissipated, and Yu He shook his shoulders slightly, and the joints throughout his body creaked.  "Throat Lianquan point!" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows, as if he was training his disciples. Before the sword was released, he first made a sound to indicate the direction of the sword.  I saw the fingers of his right hand flicking, and the bamboo chopsticks shot out of the air, seeming to move slowly but quickly toward the Lianquan point in the middle of Yu He's throat.  Yu He stretched out his hand towards the table and picked up a bamboo chopstick.  There was a cold light in his eyesWith a burst of fire, he gathered the power of twelve successes, turned his wrist and used the bamboo chopsticks as a sword, and thrust the sword out against the momentum of the white-haired old man.
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