Fantasy: Sign In For A Thousand Years At The Start

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

“Senior deserves to be known as the saint of swordsman.”

“This understanding of Dao Dao can at least save me more than ten years of hard work, and it will even play a great role in the future.”

After Song Wudao saw what was left by Saint Sword, he said.

Such an insight into the avenue, as explained by the annotations, can enable Song Wudao to walk the road from the 9th floor of the Foundation Building to the Tianguan faster, which is a shortcut to a higher Realm.

“Next, it’s time to see the knives left by senior.”

Song Wudao performed a kind of induction technique in accordance with the operation method left by the sword saint.

Following the exercise of Song Wudao’s technique, in the huge deep hole with the broken knife in front of him, the ten thousand knives trembled and screamed, and a knife that exuded the mysterious Taoist rhyme flew from the bottom.

“Boom—”

Song Wudao flicked the blade of the blade, and a clear, solid vibrato sounded. In a short time, the sound of a knife overwhelmed the sound of ten thousand knives.

“Good knife!”

The moment the knife started, he knew that this was the only treasure he had seen in his life, and he couldn’t praise it too much.

After a long time of taste, Song Wu Dao heart left with satisfaction and returned to the mountain of refining soldiers.

In the past ten days in a row, Tianhe Sect still remained silent.

As if he hadn’t noticed the momentum that Song Wudao caused in the forbidden land that day, Lianbingshan continued to be ignored by Sect, as if abandoned by others.

As time passed by day by day, Song Wudao was not in a hurry to cultivate.

For cultivators with lifespans of hundreds or thousands, time is often their richest thing, so unless they reach the end of their life, time is also the most easily overlooked thing for them.

In a flash, it was twenty years later.

For twenty years, Lianbingshan has been in peace for a long time. Except for Gu Caixuan who occasionally came here to observe Taoist rhyme, no one else would come.

It’s just that in recent years, Gu Caixuan’s Daoyun has been repeatedly watched by Gu Caixuan too many times, and the effect it can bring to her for the time being is getting less and less, so Gu Caixuan rarely comes.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was cloudless, and a beautiful figure passed across the blue sky, leaving an elegant curve.

A certain casting room in Lianbingshan was filled with red light, covering the entire stone room, and the continuous sound of iron striking came from the cave entrance.

“clang!”

“clang!”

Gu Caixuan jumped off the Flying Sword and came to this casting room.

Over time, Song Wudao’s body looked stronger, and the muscles that swelled up when he hit the iron were also very beautiful, but at first glance, he was still a little thin.

Stepping into the stone room, Gu Caixuan did not disturb Song Wudao aloud, but first found a place to stay and waited beside her.

She is light and light, like a spring flower in full bloom, and because of her appearance, this hot cave seems to be a lot cooler.

After Gu Caixuan’s beautiful eyes stared at Song Wudao, she had long changed her impression of Song Wudao through contact with Song Wudao over the years.

At the beginning, she felt compassion for Song Wudao because of his blindness, low talent, and extremely poor situation.

But later, she discovered that Song Wudao didn’t need his own mercy.

Even in such a difficult situation, Song Wudao could still maintain a steady heart toward Tao.

This state of mind makes Gu Caixuan especially admired, so whenever Gu Caixuan is confused on cultivation, she will come here.

Not necessarily chatting with Song Wudao, just staying here, seeing Song Wudao, has already made her confused heart feel peaceful and filled with forward power again.

On the side, Song Wudao still swayed the hammer vigorously, hitting a rough knife blade on the workbench.

Suddenly, sparks shot up in the air with sonorous sounds.

“clang!”

“clang!”

Under the gouge of Song Wudao’s hammer, the long knife embryo gradually took shape, and a faint layer of magic flowed, making the embryo look extraordinary.Time passed, it seemed that a long time had passed, and it didn’t seem to be. After the last violent percussion, Song Wudao stopped waving his arms.

“call–”

He took a breath, his chest was violently ups and downs, and his whole body was sweaty.

“Gu Caixuan?”

As if confirming, he said to one side.

“It’s me.” Gu Caixuan responded.

“How are you?”

“I’m preparing for the Foundation Building these days, so I didn’t come here much.”

“But fortunately, after so much hard work, I can finally start Foundation Building.”

Song Wudao smiled a little after hearing this, as if he was happy for Gu Caixuan:

“Then congratulations.”

Judging from the common sense left by the knife saint senior, in the world of cultivation, one who can be promoted to Condensate Realm before the age of eighty can be called a genius.

And Gu Caixuan can reach the Foundation Building Realm at such a young age, and she is also a different kind of genius.

As for himself?

He has a system and is not comparable at all.

For twenty years, he has been irrigated with a lot of opportunities every day, which makes him enter the realm of illusion from the Foundation Building Ninth Stage.

To be precise, a master of less than fifty such as him, in the cultivation world, is no longer shocking, but shocking.

If the general cultivator outside gets this news and confirms that it is true, then they will be scared to death if they make trouble, and they will call it haunted.

But the most jealous thing is more than that.

Over the years, Song Wudao has understood and understood most of the knife saint senior’s understanding and understanding of the knife.

Now in the world, his mastery of the knife and the way, I am afraid that few people can match it.

And through constant cultivation insight, he has slowly seen the road ahead, knowing where to go.

This kind of performance is terrifying.

“Haha, it’s okay.”

Gu Caixuan smiled softly, her voice pleasant.

“By the way, did you give you Guiyuan Pill last time?” Gu Caixuan said suddenly.

“Did it, what’s the matter?” Song Wudao asked.

Gu Caixuan seemed to scratch her head, and said in confusion: “It shouldn’t be, it should be a breakthrough.”

Song Wudao was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that his disguised Realm was Kaiyuan Ninth Stage, so he pretended to be innocent:

“But my aptitude is too bad, and the effect of the medicine is less absorbed, right?”

Gu Caixuan nodded, accepted his explanation, and then she said:

“Then I’ll give you another one, and strive to break through to Realm as soon as possible. If you are such a determined seeker, it would be a shame to die early because of insufficient lifespan.”

“Don’t shirk like you did last time. Anyway, you accepted it once, and it’s not bad this time.” Gu Caixuan said rushingly, for fear that Song Wudao would not accept it.

“That’s good.” Song Wudao took Medicine Pill with a wry smile.

This…he didn’t need it, but he couldn’t refute Gu Caixuan’s kindness, so he had to take it.

After that, Gu Caixuan continued to chat with Song Wudao until the sun was westward, she got up and left.

…

At this time, a hundred miles away from Tianhe Sect’s Lianbing Mountain, two hidden figures were sneaky.

“The formation is ready?” one of them asked.

“The cloth is ready,” the other person answered with a smile, with a gloomy laugh.

“Hey, it’s hard to escape Caixuan’s wings in retrospect.”