Many years ago, Chen Ju was still young and had many friends who danced swords and drank with friends every day, begged friends and thought that life was nothing more than that.

He thought he would have spent his whole life like this.

It was not until the first time I saw the magic sword flying into the water that Chen Ju realized that the sword he was dancing was nothing but like playing.

He began to calm down and focus on practicing swordsmanship.

Fortunately, by chance, he was able to become a disciple of the Sword Saint Pei Min.

Chen Ju's swordsmanship also made rapid progress, through the clouds and waves, and wandering around the world became sparse and ordinary.

But at this time he had no friends.

Former friends have become difficult to understand themselves. Even if they meet again, they will only look at themselves with a cautious and admiring look, and speak with caution.

Because the sinking horse is no longer a sinking horse, but a disciple of the Sword Saint and a monk who is a elixir.

New friends are hard to become good friends.

To praise fellow Taoists is just to give each other a kind of affection.

A monk seeks immortality, but it is also a lonely road that cannot be turned back.

For sword cultivators, only the sword in their hands is the only friend.

No matter how long it is, I can only believe it.

This is also the fate of sword cultivator.

Either the sword is hidden in the sheath or the sharpness is revealed.

The master once said: "You need to cut off the thoughts of the world. If you still have expectations for others and cannot get used to loneliness completely, you will have regrets, concerns and resentment, and you will hesitate when you draw the sword."

The sword of the sword saint Pei Min is a sword of the ultimate Taoist sword.

Chen Ju has never been able to use the essence of the sword technique taught by his master.

He resonated with another sword technique. The sword technique was called "Sword Dance". It was originally created by a Hu monk, and swung his sword like Hu Xuandian.

This reminds Chen Ju of the sword dancer decades ago when he was drinking and dreaming.

Some things cannot be owned anymore, and the only thing you can do is not forget them.

Therefore, when a man asked him if he wanted to drink with him, he agreed.

The other party's name is Zhang Chen, who comes from Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Chen was a few years older than him and claimed to be the descendant of the most useless monk in Longhu Mountain. He only formed a pill for more than three hundred years and was tired of practicing and fighting.

This Zhang is Zhang from Master Zhang.

But for the sake of the Zhang family, he had to practice until now, and often felt that he could not help himself.

Because his surname is Zhang, he must practice without hesitation, not be behind others, and must remain decent and humble in front of everyone, and never say rude words. Everything is the priority.

This is the constraint brought by the Zhang family's bloodline in Longhu Mountain.

The two were drunk and drunk.

Only when you are drunk can you give yourself a moment of breathing.

Chen Ju once asked him: "What if the sect wants you to die?"

The other party said, "Then I probably have no way to survive."

Zhang Chen was laughing at that time.

When it comes to sects, he always shows a habitual, humble and impeccable smile, as if it is an innate mask.

Zhang Chen asked back: "Which one is better if you can't help but live and die as you wish?"

Chen Ju said he didn't know.

If he was young, he would definitely feel that he would be alive no matter what.

But now, not sure.

As soon as you enter the practice, the years of urging you.

Whether he was following his original intention and moving forward all the way, or was pulled by the name of the Sword Saint disciple and unable to stop, Shen Ju couldn't explain clearly.

"Then we might as well make an agreement."

Zhang Chen took a sip of wine and was drunk: "If we have to die, let's die under the other party's hands. Death in the hands of a drunkard friend you know is more pleasing than an unpredictable stranger."

"good."

Chen Ju believed that Zhang Chen would never have expected anything that happened later at that time.

No one can guess what will happen in the secret realm of the South China Sea.

Shen Ju was ordered by his master to enter it and try the opportunity.

Zhang Chen was also sent by Longhu Mountain to search for treasures in the secret realm.

The secret realm is unpredictable. The tsunami and storm formed by spiritual energy alone are already a natural disaster. In addition, various powerful ghosts and dragon descendants appear from time to time, making it difficult for the monks who stepped into it to walk, and suffered heavy casualties.

Against this background, Shen Ju happened to encounter the crazy melee between the Black Dragon and the Big You, and he obtained a black dragon claw.

The ghost and the dragon clan had no reaction yet, but the monks locked the sinking horse.

He fought and left, and met Zhang Chen.

At this time, Zhang Chen, Zou Qi, Zou Yi, and Li Yuanxiu jointly launched a pursuit of Shen Ju.

There was no accident in Shen Ju.

Now Zhang Chen is no longer the drinker outside. He is a monk from Longhu Mountain. His surname is Zhang. He has been trained since childhood and everything is focused on the interests of the sect.

Chen Ju is not Shen Ju outside, he is a disciple of Sword Saint Pei Min, and now represents the Sword Saint Sword.

Both sides chased and fled, and the battle was tragic.

Zhang Chen destroyed a magic weapon and lost half of his life.

Life and death are at this point.

After coming out, Chen Ju chased himself to the master's sect and was no longer a disciple of the sword saint, so he would not defile the reputation of the master.

He felt the freedom that was easily overlooked in the past, which was very important on one of the few days.

Chen Ju killed Zou Qi, Zou Yi, and established Yuan Xiu to avenge the secret realm.

Now it's the last one, Zhang Chen...

Today he waited for a few strange strangers.

The young Taoist priest and the bitter-faced monk saw that they were Wudang monks. The girl looked like a rich lady, a monster with only demon souls, but the old man was Hou Mo Chenwei from Jiuyou Mountain.

Wudaoqi Temple actually got together with Jiuyou Mountain.

Chen Ju couldn't help but grin: "Do you just want dragon claws so?"

"No."

The monk across the street waved his hand: "We want you."

Chen Ju opened his lips, not knowing what to say.

Wu Qi emphasized again: "We are here for you, not for the dragon claws."

"This, Senior Hou Mo Chen Wei, invites you to join Jiuyou Mountain."

Wu Qi signaled, Hou Mo Chen Wei said, "I know that your life span is not long, and the end is coming. Only those who practice cultivation have the most difficult to reverse. You use secret techniques to consume your soul, and your soul will be hard to inch after death. I have many magic techniques in Jiuyou Mountain. As long as you are willing to join, I can take you back to the mountain gate and pass on your method of "Soldiers to Relieve Ghost Cultivation".

"In this way, you can live out a second life."

The old man's tone was soothing and he was very active in recruiting the cattle.

Chen Ju shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness to Jiuyou Mountain. Chen Ju will only live this life and will no longer have any obsession with practice."

Hou Mo Chen Wei looked regretful.

Although Shen Ju is not as good as Wu Qi's boy, he is also a talented and beautiful jade. Jiuyou Mountain has never relaxed in recruiting talents.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shen Ju looked at Wu Qi.

Wu Qi was calm: "Wu Qi is in Wu Dang Mountain, next to me is my senior brother Trefohai. I want to know how to obtain dragon bones in the secret realm of the South China Sea."

Chen Ju couldn't help but smile: "If I say it's all based on luck, do you believe it?"

"letter."

Wu Qi nodded: "There is the most opportunity for practice."

"If I have a choice, I would rather not have this opportunity."

Chen Ju said casually: "If there is wine and meat, it's okay if I tell you."

“Yes, wait.”

Wu Qi took out tables, chairs, pots, pans, kitchen knives, chopping boards, and spoons from the three-claw box... Each pottery jar was filled with lard, ginger, garlic, pepper, cured meat, fried beans and wine. Among them, the wine will be used when making the jar and using talismans.
To be continued...