Three years have passed since the day Chen Qing finished speaking.

During this period, Gu Weiwei had no news of refining. He just watched the growth of the young man transformed by the charm of the sword Taoist charm of Chen Jianmei, and he was really extraordinary.

It is difficult for ordinary people to attain the fruit of immortality in three hundred years, and they can be achieved in three years of youth.

Gu Weiwei naturally believed that the youth was the end of luck. As Chen Lian said, he was afraid he would be the protagonist of the world. She gave the young man a name, calling it "no self". I am myself, which means "the most man has no self, the gods have no merits, and the sage has no name."

The boy also asked her surname to follow her, and his full name was Gu Wuwo.

On that day, Gu Weiwei was meditating next to Baiyunquan. Suddenly he smelled a stream of blood, but Ye Motian came to his face to kneel down. One of his arms on his right had broken and blood flowed continuously.

Ye Motian has a very shallow cultivation, and his physical body is nothing but skin and has not hurt the roots. But if he looks like this, only Gu Wuwo can do it.

Gu Weiwei said: "Why were you hurt by that child?"

Ye Motian said with a shame: "I see that the young master is so skillful in swordsmanship. I can't help but fight with him for a moment, but I don't know."

He was not here to complain, but Gu Wuwo's ​​sword aura was domineering. His wounds were entangled in the wound by the sword aura and could not be reborn with broken limbs, so he could only ask Gu Weiwei for help.

Gu Wei sighed slightly, twisted up a black hair, and gently shook it, and then fell on the wound of Yemotian. The black hair turned into ashes, and then Yemotian's blood stopped.

But a hint of flush appeared on Gu Weiwei's face. She used the Taixu method to drive away the sword energy, but she didn't expect that the sword energy could break the vacuum and shock her magic power.

Seeing Yemotian's wound healing, her broken arm grew back, and said, "He couldn't hold back the sword when he was fighting with you. I really don't know what it will be like in the future."

Yemotian is a little afraid, but it is difficult to respond.

Gu Weiwei waved her hand again and said, "You go down."

The Yamatian is like being amnesty and leaves immediately.

After he left, a gust of wind blew up and Gu Wuwo appeared. He grew taller than three years ago, his temperament had not changed much, and he talked very little.

Gu Weiwei said: "Your sword escape technique has improved a lot."

Gu Wuwo nodded slightly and said, "I didn't mean to hurt someone."

"I know, and the sword is a weapon, so it is unkind to let go after taking action." Gu Weiwei seemed to carelessly.

Gu Wuwo said, "I want to go down the mountain."

His words were like a sword flying, and it came out of nowhere, and Gu Weiwei seemed to have unexpectedly expected them.

Her eyes, which seemed to be filled with smoke, closed slightly, pondered for a while, and said, "Okay."

Gu Wuwo said, "Thank you, Master."

Gu Weiwei said: "I'll tell you a story."

Gu Wuwo raised his eyes and looked at his beautiful master.

Gu Weiwei said to herself: "I have a junior brother who loves swords as much as you do. His practice is not as fast as you, but he is much faster than ordinary people. Anyway, his talent is rare in my life. At that time, our Qingxuan Sect Master was Zhang Ruoxu, and he liked my junior brother very much.

At that time, we had a small success in our practice and could go down the mountain to experience it. After ten years of our junior brother entering the mountain, he was already qualified to go down the mountain. He wanted to let Zhang Ruoxu let him go down the mountain, but he was not allowed. After forty years, he felt depressed and had nowhere to go, and eventually turned into a dead sword intent, and thus the elixir was formed. After the elixir was completed, he went down the mountain. It took only a few years to become famous all over the world. He was not a person who was very popular, but his sword did not belong to the mountain in the end.

Today I promised you to go down the mountain because your sword does not belong here. Even though I know that your sword cannot be sent and received freely, I have not forced you to keep your mind."

Gu Wuwo finally understood why Gu Weiwei agreed to him in one go. It turned out that his master understood him even more than he thought.

He wanted to go down the mountain just because he had no opponent.

Moreover, if you practice swords in the mountains, you can't let go of your hands and feet. He is not happy.

He thought the master didn't understand, but the master really understood it.

He was silent for a while and asked, "Master, do you know how to sword?"

Gu Wei suddenly smiled, with bright eyes and white teeth, and the void shining brightly, "I have practiced sword for ten thousand years."

Gu Wuwo's ​​eyes lit up and he said, "The master's swordsmanship must be very powerful."

Gu Weiwei shook his head and said, "I practiced that ten thousand years of sword, but I dared not say that I know how to sword, but I learned something else."

Gu Wuwo said curiously: "What is it."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils dilated, and in his eyes were Gu Weiwei's eyes, filling the world with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains and tsunamis, and finally they were silent. Gu Wuwo couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Gu Weiwei's voice came slowly, "What I learned is balance."

Gu Wuwo pondered for a moment, stood up from the ground, and said seriously: "Master took my sword."

He also made a sword finger and pointed it forward. He used his finger to make a sword, silent, completely silent, regardless of the touching sword that Gu Weiwei had just now.

Gu Weiwei's jade face changed color, and she made a Tai Chi Bagua in her hand. The heaven, earth, mountains, mountains, water, fire, wind and thunder all appeared. Then she melted invisible under the sword's finger, and the last part of her clothes returned to the dust.

Gu Weiwei was shocked and speechless. Because she realized the way of balance, the coordination of her aura was already incredible. She had just used a sword and seemed to be huge, but in fact her Taoist energy was peaceful and unshakable.

The wind and rain are so fierce that the mountains and rivers are broken, and they are all external factors. Therefore, a sword stabbed out, not only knocking down Gu Wuwo, but also not causing harm to the other party.

Gu Wuwo's ​​sword also realized balance. However, after he saw that balance, he did not pursue harmony like Gu Weiwei, but instead destroyed balance and created dissonance.

This kind of insight and decisiveness allowed Gu Wuwo to cut off the corner of Gu Weiwei's clothes with one sword.

Gu Wei sighed and said, "I have no worries about you going down the mountain now."

Gu Wuwo bowed deeply, turned around and left in a sword light.

Gu Weiwei thought to herself, junior brother, you probably had expected it.

The question in her heart was not answered by Shen Lian, who knew nothing.

It seems that Shen Lian had already spent a lot of effort to send a message last time. Perhaps Shen Lian's current state is not suitable for interfering in the world.

At the same time, Qingshuitian gave birth to a handsome and unruly Taoist priest out of thin air. He was extremely handsome, with free and easy eyebrows, and his fairy spirit and Taoist spirit were even more powerful.

There is no other person in the world like him.

As soon as he appeared, Shimizu Daojun appeared.

The two of them had vaguely similar eyebrows, as if they were implicated by blood.

The Taoist priest said, "You are following me during this period."

Shimizu frowned and said, "I don't need your protection."

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "That boy Shen Lian is very capable, and I am too lazy to peek at his thoughts, so I'd better take you by my side and rest assured."
Chapter completed!