Chu Mo has never met his parents.

She was like a popping out of the world. She had been "Chu Mo" since she had memories, and she didn't even have the memories of her childhood. When she had memories, she was already a little Qi Refiner in the Immortal Sect of Changsheng. The people who trained her did not speak, she had many teachers, men and women, and each taught her something different. Everyone looked at her like she was looking at "people", but looking at... something else.

Chu Mo is not a fool, she knows that these people must have some secrets hidden from her.

Silently, they would not answer her questions, as if they felt that this was a waste of time. Chu Mo learned very quickly and would not ask these boring questions. She learned to accept this way of thinking and unconditionally accept everything they taught her, as if this was her mission.

These teachers in robes taught her all the knowledge that "normal people" and "qi refiners" should know in half a year. This knowledge was like a soldering iron in her heart. She believed that everything would come out of the truth until the moment when fate came, everything would be revealed before her.

As she learned more knowledge, she found that there was awe and perhaps some fear in the eyes of these people.

The information she had was enough to make her understand that she was "abnormal". Normal humans would not have any previous memories, there would not be any "scars" on their bodies, and there would be traces of past life. They were like this body when they were born, without the development order of babies, young children, and from the beginning they were "Chu Mo". A taciturn girl.

One day, the new teacher came. The new teacher looked like an old man. He was holding something like a stick in his hand, and he handed it to her and told her the name of the thing.

"sword."

When she touched it, she felt like there was a sense in the dark, and she could hear her breathing.

"I will teach you how to use a sword from tomorrow," the new teacher announced. "From now on, you must carry it with you. In the first lesson tomorrow, I will ask you a few questions."

The next day, the teacher arrived on time.

Chu Mo stood in the center of the room. There was a healed wound in the heart of his palm, with only a faint scar left. She tried wielding the sword last night, and everything was like a movement engraved in the blood. Many feelings emerged from the body... no, from the deepest part of her mind. She almost started to wave the sword without any knowledge.

"The first question: What is the sword?"

The teacher asked.

"……sword."

"What do you think is a sword?"

"tool."

“What kind of tools are there to achieve?”

"..." The young girl held the long sword and thought for a while, "create."

"Create it to me." The old man nodded, "Show me your sword."

So Chu Mo began to "create".

If someone else is present, he will definitely be amazed by the natural sword technique. It is like the original existence of a huge and complicated thing, filtered by a layer of leaking net, the purest thing flowing down. It is as fast as wind and thunder, flowing like weak water. It soars, jumps, and rotates. The "sword" gradually loses its shape and becomes a part of her body. The silver light flows in the air. Drawing the fleeting light talisman, like calligraphy or the landscape of famous artists.

"It was probably because she was affected a lot." The teacher whispered, "Not bad."

"Creation" is true. Her swordsmanship does not have a trace of murderous intent or killing, but dance, calligraphy, painting, singing, and herself. The swordsmanship is weak and tough, and the spring grass germinates and flows continuously. If he doesn't stop, maybe she can dance all the time.

"Stop." The old man said.

Her sword light suddenly retracted and had already returned to the scabbard behind her.

"Swords are the crystallization of Chinese civilization." The old man said, "Maybe other civilizations also have 'swords', but they are different from the swords you hold, with the same name, but they are not the same thing. The swords you hold from the Chinese civilization circle and are a kind of culture that has carried for a long time...props. To learn swords, you must learn to give birth to its civilization, learn to poetry, learn to calligraphy, learn to paint, and learn to the hearts of the people."

"But in the end, you have to learn to put down the sword." The old man said softly, "The ultimate of the sword is to practice the sword in your hand. Whether it is a mortal or a god, this is the final "complete"."

The girl didn't understand his words, which rarely happened.

"The sword is first and foremost a killing weapon. A long time ago, its only function was to seize the life of a creature. At that time, it was a huge difference between the things you hold in your hands now. After all, it was just a thin piece of iron. What changed is the way we view it, and what changed is essentially us." The old man's lecture was full of mysterious thoughts, and even the girl felt that his mind was broken.

"What is 'we are changing'?" the girl asked seriously.

"That's it." The old man thought for a while, "I was me a long time ago. A long time later, I was still me. However, in the eyes of others, I went from a weak Qi Refiner to a very powerful figure. They began to dare not mention my name, and even began to cast statues of dirt for me, lit incense in front of the statues, thinking that I could draw strength from their faith and protect them. I was always me, but they changed. They knelt down and then felt that I had become taller."

"..." Chu Mo could not understand what he said at this time.

"Swords are tools. For me, it is a prop that allows me to reach a higher stage. With the 'sword', we can exercise ourselves, hone our skills, and increase our strength. In the transition of the two states of "sword holding" and "no sword", we can constantly discover new self. With the medium of sword and this ladder of climbing, we can go to the realm of perfecting ourselves, whether it is the body or the mind." The old man talked freely, "Everyone can discover himself from the 'sword', and everyone can benefit from the 'sword', just as they can benefit from calligraphy, painting, tea ceremony, etc. However, the 'sword' has the highest moral requirements for the user. Because when you hold it, you gain strength, a powerful and difficult force to control. The power of weapons. If you don't use your 'heart' to hold the sword, but use your 'hand' to hold the sword, you will be swallowed by this force."

"Do you know what will become when a person holds a force greater than his upper limit?" The old man paused, "No, you shouldn't know."

Chu Mo didn't know what he was talking about, but just stuffed each into his mind.

"So, from now on, I will teach you the 'rule' of the sword." The light in the old man's eyes gradually became hot. "You must learn to face it, that is, the most essential function of the sword, which is still to take life."

The old man took out his "sword" from his sleeve. Chu Mo saw that it was just a branch, and it looked like it was a newly picked one.

"Come and try to kill me." The old man smiled, "or be killed by me."

Chu Mo hesitated for a moment. Then at this moment, she was killed.

No, it was just an illusion. However, both of them knew it well that in the moment just now, the old man had the opportunity to step forward, draw out his sword and pierce her neck. Then, after this moment, he split her into pieces. This was the feeling of "qi" between each other.

"Don't be stupid." The old man waved. "Your attention is distracted. I am using your level of strength now, and you have the ability to defeat me."

It's very simple to say, but Chu Mo could not touch the old man's body even if he tried his best. On the contrary, the old man had beheaded her head again and again, cut her head, removed her cut, pierced her tendons, and dug her bones... The old man showed the "Sword of Killing". In just half an hour, she had been killed hundreds of times. Her sword of creation was useless in front of this sword of killing and collapsed with one blow.

Death awakens the things deep in her blood and soul. Experience death is the first step in growth. She began to use the sword of murder and learn the sword principles of the sword of murder from the old man. Various murderous swords also emerge from her limbs, as if she had been sleeping in her body before, waiting to be summoned by her master and appear when they should appear.

Many days later, she was able to skillfully use the sword of murder, and even the old man's sword of murder could not do better than her.

"Very good. You have learned a kind of sword." said the old man. "Add to your Creation Sword, you have learned two kinds of sword techniques. This is already very good."

"My sword of creation has no power." The girl squatted on the ground and gasped. Even if she could tie the old man, her sword could not stab the old man.

"You have to learn the next sword technique yourself. How to move forward, how to use the "sword" to climb higher peaks, and temper your heart, skills, and body to a true realm. You have to experience all of these yourself." The old man put away the branch that had withered for a long time.

"Teacher." Chu Mo rarely spoke actively, "What kind of sword is your own sword?"

"Oh?" the old man turned around, "Do you want to see my sword?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"…I want to see a higher sword technique besides the Sword of Creation and the Sword of Killing."

"You have already had a **" the old man seemed very happy. "You have shown your efforts. As a reward for you, I will let you see my sword skills."

The old man pulled out the branches and...

Chu Mo could not recall what kind of sword technique it was afterwards. She didn't remember whether it was a thorn, cut, shaking, or... She didn't even remember where the sword hit. The last thing she remembered was that she was standing there, and the branches in the old man's hand had turned into powder.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"Sword of Heaven." The old man smiled, "This sword is the way of heaven."

Since seeing the Heavenly Dao Sword, Chu Mo has not considered one thing, that is, what kind of scene would be like if there was no sword technique in his life. The probability of such a thing exists should be said to be... completely zero. However, she felt that if the old man taught her that day not sword technique, but something else, she would still learn as a treasure.

However, now she realized that her life is likely not with the long sword. The sword may not be really her destiny. Just like Su Wubing once complained that she likes to practice swords instead of comprehending swords, guns, missiles, bicycle lanes, etc.

The possibility of too many makes her panic. Looking around the world, the possibility of life is no less than 100 million. This world is complex and chaotic. Even a sword cannot cut off all troubles and karma. The world of a sword is simpler. There is only one kind of dialogue, that is, slashing each other, and there is only one answer, that is, life and death victory and defeat. Everything is spinning in life and death victory and defeat. She can understand the path pointed out by the teacher that day, but her feet are already deep in the quagmire and cannot break free from it.

The sword of heaven, the sword of heaven. That sword is the trajectory of the operation of heaven. She knew that for the Qi Refiner, the "Dao of Heaven" is the supreme existence. And there is only one person who can use the "Dao of Heaven" in the entire Immortal Sect of the Immortality.

Chu Mo did not consider what her past was like, as if her cruelty made her not look for her origin, but she just felt that there was no meaning. When fate turned and when the heavenly way allowed, she would naturally understand who she had been and who was next.

She looked at her palm, the once delicate and white palm, and there was a faint cocoon between the palm and fingers.

I... am not someone who has no past.

She held her hand tightly. These marks had already told me the days I had spent... the days I was with the sword. Even without the past, I had created for myself... my past.

Even if the world does not admit it, I will try my best to move forward on this path. She thought to myself that the sword of the Heavenly Dao was so beautiful.

She looked at Su Wubing's depressed look and thought of the sword she had just been killed. Suddenly she felt a little wanting to laugh, not ridicule, but a sincere smile. She recalled this sword, of course, it was far inferior to the Heavenly Dao Sword, but it was also a very interesting sword technique. Chu Mo stroked the red mark on his neck. The pain just now was still there, and this was also part of his "past". In order to remember this moment, he left his mark on his body.

Su Wubing’s sword...what is it?

By implementing oneself in this way, being able to read his strong smell from the sword and the light that he cannot see directly may be called the "Nine Abyss Sword".

"Come here quickly, we have found the clue!" She heard Su Wubing's voice change. After hesitating for a while, Chu Mo still ran over. Of course, it would be better not to give him a good look within a few hours.
Chapter completed!