I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

In an instant, the entire meeting hall fell silent, and silence enveloped the entire place.

After a while, someone slowly said, " &Quot; I've already seen the afterimages. The sword God's sword is already very powerful. &Quot;

"But PEI Ling's blade is even stronger than the sword God's!"

A young-looking Grand Elder looked around and said, " "PEI Ling mainly cultivates the Dao of the blade, and his demonic might has already matured."

&Quot; this battle with the sword God showed his Foundation. The spells and divine arts he used were all below his knife Dao attainments. He's a knife demon! &Quot;

The others all nodded. A middle-aged Grand Elder said in a deep voice, " "The person PEI Ling is going to challenge next will definitely be the mountain chieftain."

"Of the five righteous Dao sects, four have already been defeated by him."

"Mountain chieftain ... Must not lose this battle again!"

The young-looking Grand Elder frowned and said, " "The battle between sword God and PEI Ling has been brought forward. Mountain chieftain is still in seclusion, but I don't know if he can make it in time ..."

Everyone looked at each other, and the old man in plain clothes and straw shoes immediately said, " "This is the last battle of the righteous path, we can't rush into battle."

"If PEI Ling comes too quickly, let him wait a few more days."

The middle-aged Grand Elder nodded slightly, " "When PEI Ling enters the territory of my nine luminaries mountain, you must receive him well."

"I can make him wait a few more days, but I can't lose my proper etiquette."

When everyone heard this, they nodded in agreement.

A female Grand Elder sighed,"This is all we can do now."

"Next, we'll have to wait for the mountain chieftain to come out of seclusion."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then they quickly dispersed ...

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At the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

Heart view peak.

This was a mountain covered in red leaves, and it was particularly bright and beautiful in the middle of the group of beauties.

The peaks touched the clouds, waterfalls fell from the sky, auspicious beasts and birds wandered freely, and in the wild, cold sword lights could be seen coming and going.

At the peak of the mountain.

Under several ancient pine trees, there was a thatched house that had been built for many years. The thick thatched roof and the moss-covered ground in front of the house were covered with green and yellow pine needles.

The unique fragrance of pine wood, mixed with a biting cold, slowly spread out, clear and sweet, like a long-standing brew.

At this moment, in the thatched cottage, the curtains were half rolled up, and the half-open window lattice reflected a slender and thin figure.

Her long black hair was tied up high with a wooden hairpin. She was dressed in a green and white robe without any accessories. Her plain dress made her look even more elegant. Her face was like the first snow, without any cinnabar powder. However, her eyebrows and eyelashes were as black as ink, and her eyes were like paint. She looked bright and beautiful, like a Snow Lotus that had bloomed for a long time in the long time of the mortal world.

The aura around the female cultivator was clear and cold. She was one with the strong wind on the mountain peak, the ancient pine trees, the thatched house ... She was like a fairy who lived alone on an empty mountain, without the slightest trace of smoke and fire.

At this moment, he was holding a flying sword that was as clear as water in his hand, and he was in a daze.

This was Shixiong Wei duanju's life sword, dream sword!

It had been a long time since senior brother Wei had left the school. She could still remember every word he had said to her.

As time passed, many people and things were obliterated.

However, every little bit of time she spent with her senior brother did not fade. Instead, it became more and more profound and vivid in her memories ...

A distant book is like a dream, only an empty bed is an enemy of suqiu. Moss and red trees under the steps, sorrow in the moon in the rain ... This poem was the origin of senior brother's taboo name. [ note ]

That year, her senior brother climbed sword resting mountain and received the recognition of the flying sword. All the disciples congratulated him, and in the midst of their excitement, she, young and with her current and chaotic feelings, took the initiative to name the flying sword.

Senior brother Wei didn't care about this kind of thing. He felt that the name " dream returning " was acceptable. Therefore, the Natal sword that had accompanied him through life and death was named " dream returning sword ".

It was also because of this that Yan sichun felt that her senior brother might not have been heartless to her ...

He just wanted to pursue the great Dao more. Perhaps he had not seen his own heart clearly, or he simply did not understand the feelings of others ... In short, time was long as a cultivator, and she had a lot of time to wait and wait ...

However, who would have thought that after such a long time, after the vicissitudes of life, the only thing that returned after waiting for such a long time was the other party's sword ...

Returning to the dream, returning to the dream ... Returning to the dream was really just an illusory dream ...

The strong wind was bitingly cold, and pine needles were falling like raindrops. Thousands of green threads ran through the window lattice, and the rustling sound of hitting the roof was extremely familiar. It was like the rainy nights they had passed together many years ago, and also like the pouring sky that came alone after people had passed. The wind whimpered from somewhere, and the light blue blood vessels reflected on the back of his white hand. Yan sichun gently stroked the body of the dream-returning sword, his eyes in a trance.

The flying sword's light was still there, and its spirituality had not dissipated. However, the sword spirit had been seriously eroded by the death Qi of the grave. If he wanted to awaken its intelligence, it must go through a considerable period of careful cultivation.

However, this was senior brother Wei's sword. No matter what, she had to restore it to its original state!

Just as he was thinking, light footsteps came from outside the thatched cottage.

Soon, a female cultivator wearing luxurious clothes and golden rings walked in. Her bright eyes were as bright as stars, and sword intent lingered around her body. Her steps were vigorous, and when she saw Yan sichun, she immediately saluted respectfully."Master, Grand Elder Qi from su zhentian is here with news of the battle between the sect master and the devil cultivator PEI Ling ..."

Yan sichun came back to her senses when she heard her disciple's words. She put away her flying sword and asked the successor in front of her, " "The sect master has been defeated, right?"

The female cultivator was stunned. Master already knew?

After a brief moment of surprise, he quickly came back to his senses and immediately replied, " "Yes ..."

"Grand Elder Qi also said that the sect master is currently recuperating in the five color Valley, and the Empress of the Liu Yan Empire is protecting her."

Yan sichun nodded slightly. If the sect master won, he would return to the sect on his own and wouldn't need su zhentian's Messenger to report to the hornless Dragon Sword sect.

Based on the current situation, the sect master must have lost. Furthermore, the sect master's injuries were definitely not light!

Thinking of this, she said slowly,"I know, you can go and cultivate."

"Yes!" The female cultivator immediately replied.

He immediately bowed and retreated.

The ancient pine trees swayed, and a cool breeze spread out. Yan sichun slowly rose to her feet. The sect leader of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect was heavily injured outside, and she had to go and protect him just in case.

Although the Empress of the glazed tile Empire was already in the five color Valley, since the sword sect knew about it, she couldn't just sit back and do nothing as the Grand Elder.

Other than that, she also had to ask the sect leader where senior brother Wei's sword came from ...

With that thought in mind, Yan sichun instantly transformed into a beam of sword light, piercing through the rain of pine needles and soaring through the sky, escaping from the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

[ note ] Li Shangyin's " duanju " from the Tang Dynasty.