In a large courtyard somewhere unknown, an immortal white-haired old man and a handsome young man in white were about twenty meters apart, sitting cross-legged facing each other.

In the courtyard, there are all kinds of plants, trees, bamboos, rocks, rockeries and streams, and there is even mist lingering in it, making it look like a fairy cave.

A breeze blew by, and a bamboo leaf fell. The moment it touched the ground, the old man and the young man opened their eyes at the same time as if they were sensing something. The bamboo leaves on the ground around the old man seemed to have been summoned, and they were suspended above the old man.

Around his body, every bamboo leaf seems to be attached with a majestic and majestic sword intent. The old man's sword realm at this moment has reached the realm of wooden swords. Those bamboo leaves are now no more powerful than any magic weapon in the world.

The sharp blade was inferior. But the old man did not attack. He looked at the boy in white opposite him with admiration, waiting for the boy opposite to make a move.

The young man also seemed to understand what the old man meant. In a flash, a large number of water droplets in the stream next to him surfaced, rose to the vicinity of the young man, and turned into small water swords, which matched the old man's bamboo leaves.

Facing each other from a distance, the sword intent displayed by the young man at this moment has also reached the level of a wooden sword.

The next second, the old man and the young man seemed to have a tacit understanding. They both pointed at each other, and the bamboo leaf water swords collided with each other, making a sound that did not belong to the clash of gold and iron at this moment. The sound was not loud but well-proportioned.

Very pleasant to the ear.

The water sword and bamboo leaves flew away in the air. The water sword turned into water mist and dispersed, while the bamboo leaves seemed to have lost everything inside and fell one after another. For a time, under the sunlight, a rainbow bridge was printed. And the rainbow

The bamboo leaves on the bridge were scattered on the water of the stream at the bottom of the bridge, drifting away with the current into the distance.

In this fight, the old man and the young man were equally matched.

The old man looked at the young man in white with relief. Some time ago, a strange young man came here. He was dressed in white and came alone. When he met people, he would ask them if they had any regrets that they had not completed, and after learning about that person, the young man

After regretting something, he will always fulfill that regret for others. No one knows his name, but everyone can feel that this young man is helping them sincerely.

Gradually, people discovered that in addition to his excellent temperament, this young man also had unprecedented talents in martial arts and spiritual practice. All the praises, geniuses, prodigies, and prodigies in the world were not so suitable and inadequate for him.

It shows the talent of this young man. But the strange thing is that this young man has no spiritual roots, but he can use spiritual power. At first, everyone was curious, but the young man seemed to have some secrets that he could not tell.

Finally one day, the young man found the old man and asked him what he regretted. The old man smiled and said nothing.

The old man is a sword cultivator at the first level of Nascent Soul. Maybe the word sword cultivator is not used correctly, he should be a sword immortal. He is born with sword spirit root, which is as famous as the legendary ethereal spirit root. The only difference is

Yes, although the sword spirit root is rare throughout the ages, it has indeed existed. However, although the ethereal spirit root has its name, no one has recorded this spiritual root in history.

The old man was born to practice swordsmanship. He refined his Qi at the age of 10, built the foundation at the age of 50, and achieved the golden elixir at the age of 100. After that, he made rapid progress and reached the 7th level of Nascent Soul at the age of 300.

A prodigy who has never been seen before. The skill he practices is the Green Bamboo Sword Art that is very suitable for him. The Green Bamboo Sword Art is a peerless skill that directly points to the transformation of gods. He loves swords like crazy, and his attainments in the way of swordsmanship are also advancing by leaps and bounds.

At the age of 200, he had reached the peak of the Wooden Sword Realm, and was infinitely close to the legendary Swordless Realm.

When the old man was 400 years old, he established the Qingyun Sect. He had three thousand disciples, many wives and concubines, and many descendants. Among his disciples and descendants, there were many with extraordinary talents, and there were more than a dozen geniuses who inherited his mantle. It was truly a moment.

His scenery was unparalleled. Because he loved green bamboo so much, the world called him the "Green Bamboo Sword Immortal". So much so that later on, the world only knew him as the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal, but no one knew his real surname.

But there are unforeseen circumstances. When he was more than 800 years old, he was plotted by his enemies and betrayed by his beloved disciples. He was seriously injured. All the disciples of Qingyun Sect and his own nine tribes were all slaughtered. He used immortal magic and forbidden magic to consume himself.

Potential, he finally escaped and lived in seclusion to practice hard. As a result, his cultivation level fell half a step to Yuanying, and his swordsmanship level even dropped to the level of the epee.

He practiced and practiced swordsmanship day and night, risking his own life, just to one day be able to avenge his disciples and relatives. However, because he used forbidden techniques, his potential was exhausted, which also led to him entering the country.

Slowly, but finally, at the age of 1,200, he returned to the first level of the Nascent Soul. The realm of wooden swords. He was born, with hatred that had been suppressed for four hundred years, and with boundless killing intent, he killed everyone who had

All enemies, not even their descendants, relatives and friends have been spared.

When he killed only the last child who had been frightened to the point of incontinence and had forgotten to cry, he saw the desperate look in the child's eyes. Only then did he realize that he and those enemies at the time were...

What's the difference? At that moment, his Taoist heart broke. He let go of the last child, but from then on, no one in this world could forgive him. Later he found this place, hiding in the world.

I have ended this miserable life. Now the end is approaching. But a young man appears and asks himself if he has any regrets. Is he regretful? He will also ask himself from time to time. At this moment, he has nothing to care about and no one can care about him.

Perhaps the only one I am unwilling to accept is that no one can pass on my own Green Bamboo Sword Technique.

I saw the young man looking at me, and after a moment he stood up and said what he wanted to hear most in his heart.

"Senior, please teach me the Green Bamboo Sword Technique. I am willing to find a suitable candidate for you to pass on your swordsmanship."

The old man did not agree immediately, but asked: "Young man, do you know what a sword is?"

After thinking for a moment, the young man slowly stood up and stood proudly. Even the strong wind could not shake him in the slightest. His whole body exuded the sword intent that soared to the sky, as if it were an unyielding sword pointing straight at the sky: "I am the sword.

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Spoiler aside: You are indeed a fucking bitch.

The old man looked at the young man and was very satisfied. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that you are doing well with my old friends. They have sold me out." Having said that, the old man was not angry. This young man can

The only way he knew his Qingzhu Sword Technique was from the old drinking buddies he met here. The old man had a very good relationship with those old drinking buddies. Even they helped the young man. It seemed that they were very good.

I love this boy.


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