: Follow your heart and your body

"I do not believe!"

Li Chunjun's voice was strong, and he stood like a sword at this moment, looking at the cracks as thick as a sword on the mausoleum stone. At this moment, cracks of this size were densely distributed on the mausoleum stone.

"I have reached the ninth level. If you give me some more time, I may not be able to reach the level and become a true god."

"It's too late, Li Chunjun." The old man next to him covered in dirt and blood shook his head and sighed:

"I exchanged my life essence and saw countless futures. Without exception, all things in the world will turn into dust.

There is no god in the world anymore, He is the god left over from thousands of years ago.

Who can resist?"

"At present, He is just a spiritual body that escaped from the sealed coffin, but the physical body is still in the coffin. The White Tiger has a spirit. Using Emperor Shun's seal is completely enough to suppress Him!"

Li Chunjun said quietly.

The old man beside him touched the cracks on the mausoleum stone, shook his head and sighed:

"The living being weeps blood and removes the seal. How long can this seal trap Him now?"

"Then why are you waiting here?" Li Chunjun's eyes were like swords entering the pool, only slight ripples appeared, and he said in a deep voice:

"Chen Lingyuan, please go and return to your hometown to retire."

Chen Lingyuan was a native of Wuzhou, Lingnan. According to the records of "Xianqing Supplementary Records", he made his name in the early Sui Dynasty. His career in the art almost came to an end, especially that of Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

But he has been hiding in the mountains of Lingnan all year round and has not been involved in the world, so few people in the world know about him.

"Li Chunjun, what do you mean?"

Chen Lingyuan's lips trembled and his face showed anger.

"You practice martial arts, and those who practice martial arts mostly resign themselves to fate and use destiny to guide their own trajectory!

And I, Li Chunjun, practice swordsmanship!

Sword cultivator, magnanimous one!

Respect ghosts and gods without fear!

Respect heaven and earth, don’t kneel!

Today is the period of the Tang Dynasty, and it is not He Dayu, he is just a god left behind by Dayu, and I am the Sword God of the Tang Dynasty!

They are all gods, is he worth my sword, Li Chunjun?"

Chen Lingyuan stared blankly at his old friend. At this moment, the misty sky and earth were filled with whistling sword energy. He took a deep breath and spoke earnestly:

"He is a god, a strength, you are a god, a title of honor.

Chunjun, why bother?"

"Didn't you say that everything in the world will turn into dust and all living things will be destroyed? Since we are all going to die, why not resist?"

Li Chunjun's voice became deeper:

"You were born in the Sui Dynasty, and I was born in the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty upheld the tradition of strong men, and there was no such thing as accepting fate in their blood."

"Chunjun!" Chen Lingyuan shouted.

"Okay." Li Chunjun interrupted what Chen Lingyuan was about to say and waved his hand:

"You are seriously injured, go back and recuperate, and let this boy Tiannan come.

When he escaped from Guantuo Temple, he said that he didn't believe in Buddha and believed in himself. I, Li Chunjun, am the same. I don't believe in destiny. What I believe in is myself and the sword in my hand!"

He linked his fingers with his sword and drew it towards Chen Lingyuan.

The sword energy carried Chen Lingyuan away, and he shouted angrily at Li Chunjun. All he could see was Li Chunjun's increasingly blurry back, which was still tall and straight, like a sword holding up the sky.

He recalled the first time he met this old friend.

That was decades ago, not long after Li Tang was established in the country, he met Li Chunjun as a child in a small village on the border of what is now Lingnan Road and Jiannan Road.

"Chunjun is the name of a sword. Why did your father give you such a name?"

"Hmm. Daddy said that it's easy to make a living with a sword name." The child's immature voice sounded like someone from another world.

"It's not the sword that makes a living with a cheap name."

"Yes." The child said with a stern face.

"Dad told many people that it is the sword of the sword."

The child waved the small wooden sword in his hand in a fashionable manner:

"The sword is very simple. Dad told me that from now on I should swing it like a sword. Just do whatever you want."

"But many times, you can't help yourself. You can't do whatever you want. You are still young, and you will understand later."

"No, no." The child shook his head like a rattle:

"Dad said that the reason why you can't help yourself is because you don't listen to your own thoughts. He said that if your heart is controlled by the sword and you are controlled by your heart, then your body can be controlled by yourself."

The screen turned around, and Chen Lingyuan could no longer see Li Chunjun when he was a child, nor could he see Li Chunjun now. He covered his face, breathing heavily and sobbing slightly.

He is a warlock, and warlocks know too much. They are often imprisoned, and even their hearts are trapped in a land without a owner, unable to escape.

"The body is controlled by oneself, the self is controlled by the heart, and the heart is controlled by the sword, but I can cultivate my skills."

Those who practice magic often find themselves in jail and are manipulated by heaven's secrets.

After systematizing the Fu Xi Seal, Zhao Wujiang advanced to a higher level in his art, but was also invisibly trapped in shackles.

He was asleep at the moment, and the world was extinguished when he closed his eyes, and all the complexity and noise disappeared in the world of dreams.

The dream was a clear dream, except for the fog and vastness, and nothing else.

Outside the Wutong courtyard.

Wang Tengfei was wearing a small coat and was lying on the low wall of the small courtyard. Listening to the sound of strings and bamboo strings inside and the familiar laughter, he looked proud.

Did I catch him? He held up the yarmulke on his head and smiled evilly.

He jumped off the low wall, patted the wall dust on his hands, straightened his coat, put his hands behind his back, and looked inside the house.

He explored each house by his hearing.

Finally, he stopped in front of a house.

An old woman walked out excitedly, holding a piece of Huangzhou rice paper in her hand, with dragon and phoenix writing on it. He glanced at it secretly, and it seemed to be poetry.

The charming old lady was so focused on the contents on the rice paper that she didn't notice Wang Tengfei passing by him at all.

Wang Tengfei looked at the ajar door, stroking the non-existent beard on his chin, slowly turned his head, and saw Zhao Wujiang lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

At this moment, there were several beautiful girls beside Zhao Wujiang, who were carefully stroking his cheeks and body, as if they were treasures. From time to time, the girls would make timid smiles.

You already have Xi'er Yan'er, but you actually act like this. Wang Tengfei was filled with envy, let go of those girls and let me do it!

Hum, Zhao Wujiang is here, and his father who went out with him must also be there. He bent down and looked sideways, and soon saw his old father Wang Yuan. At this moment, Wang Yuan was leaning against the red and green, hugging him from left to right, drinking a small drink in his mouth.

, eating delicious food, looking like enjoying himself.

"Snapped."

He pushed open the door suddenly.

The girl at the door was frightened, but when she saw that the person coming was a young man, she didn't care.

Wang Yuan glanced at him sideways, then drank wine and admired the beauty by himself.

"Wang Yuan!"

Wang Tengfei's eyes were as wide as bells, and he roared loudly, but when he saw his father's fierce expression, he immediately changed his words:

"father!

By acting like this, are you worthy of my sister, my sister, and me?

You are already quite old, yet you still come to this land of romance."

When the girls around him heard this, they only looked at him slightly. Such ethical things often happened in the romantic land of Chang'an, so they were all used to it.

"I have worked hard for my clan for half my life. I have paid so much for this family. I have worked hard for so long. What happened to enjoying it?" Wang Yuan said calmly.

"Humph." Wang Tengfei's eyes rolled around and swept over the girls. It was late spring and early summer, and the girls' winter clothes were gradually taking off, and they were all covered with gauze. When he saw pieces of snow-white, soft and graceful bodies, his mind immediately wavered.

"I want to tell Xi'er Yan'er that you actually brought Zhao Wujiang here!"

He put his hands on his hips and spoke righteously.

There is no better son than a father.

Wang Yuan whispered a few words beside the girl, and then looked at Wang Tengfei:

"Then do you want to come together?"

Wang Tengfei was stunned. He looked like he didn't want to bribe me, and pointed at his old father with a slightly trembling finger.

Wang Yuan raised his head to Zhao Wujiang, who was sleeping soundly, and then said:

"He gives money!"

Wang Tengfei's eyes widened and he took a deep breath. The smile on his face could not be hidden. He quickly walked to the table and sat down, shouting to the boy:

"Ten more girls!"
Chapter completed!