The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Start

Chapter 121 Heaven and Earth Sword Intent, Goodbye Old Friends

The autumn wind is rustling, and the leaves are falling.

In the blink of an eye, seven years of cold and summer passed quietly.

Shushan is still the top sect in the world.

The number of seekers is increasing.

More than ten men and women have been added to the palace and courtyard of the suspended mountain peak.

Like Zhou Fan Han Yanran, they practiced the Shushan Sword Art.

Whoever can cultivate Shushan Sword Art to the third level can truly become a Shushan disciple.

The ten-year-old Han Ma Ran is slim and graceful, with beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes, and every move has a wonderful state.

She realized the sword intent at the age of five, shook the Jianshan Mountain at the age of six, and the sword intent was accomplished at the age of seven. One of the two swords of Shushan Zhenzong, the Ziqing Divine Sword.

At that moment, she was famous all over the world, and she was also known as the Zijian Fairy. Countless sects of the Taoist sect named Qing Jijun came here admiring her, wanting to admire the demeanor of the fairy.

But unfortunately no one was able to meet.

now.

This unparalleled Zijian Fairy is grinding the ink with affection in her eyes.

in front of her.

The young man is handsome, and his manners are free and easy. He draws ink on white paper with a brush in his hand, and draws a pair of Shushan Sword Sect in one go.

In the painting, the sky and the earth exchange money, and a touch of sword intent rushes straight into the sky, turning into nine suspended mountain peaks, revolving around the central sword mountain, forming a faint formation of the sword sect.

But soon.

A sigh sounded.

The young man kept his brush still on the white paper, and the ink stained the paper, destroying the painting of Shushan with the sword intent of the sky.

Han Yanran paused for a moment, looked at Zhou Fan who was brooding and contemplative, took a few steps forward, wrapped her jade arms around Zhou Zhou Fan, leaned her body on her shoulders, and said softly, “Zhou Fan, don’t be discouraged, even if there is no such thing in this small world. You can do it all over again, after all, you have come too few times, it’s okay to accumulate more experience, don’t be too hasty.”

As she said that, she raised her eyebrows, “Throughout the ages, no one has ever understood the meaning of swordsmanship in a small world, you have done a good enough job.

Zhou Fan looked down at the surging affection in Han Maran’s eyes, and couldn’t help but murmured to Xiao’s special lips.

Until the beautiful woman in her arms turns into soft water.

He turned loose.

Anxiety disappeared immediately.

these seven years.

It was with Han Maran’s company that he slowly calmed down the irritability in his heart. Taking Heaven and Earth as the foundation and Shushan as the pen, he outlined the sword intent of the heaven and the earth, but this sword intent was stuck in the original bottleneck and could not be transformed for a long time. into real kendo.

To know.

Only by comprehending kendo, one can truly transcend the limits of the small world. This is the first step in Maiyun’s sss-level evaluation.

But even the first step is extremely difficult.

As Han Ma Ran said.

Throughout the ages, countless stunning and glamorous descendants have never comprehended the rhythm of swordsmanship in a small world.

after all.

It is extremely difficult for many descendants to simply comprehend the sword intent and condense the law of the grape sword. As for the stronger swordsmanship that can keep pace with the way of heaven, it is almost impossible to comprehend it.

Even if a giant of the immortal realm, like Dean Honglian, can understand a trace of the rudimentary form of kendo, it is already the limit.

“Ma Ran, you’re right, I’m too anxious, in three years, on the appointed day, I’m going to leave Mount Shu and walk around the world. At first, I traveled all over this world and realized the true meaning of the world, and now I’m here again. Always look at the world again.”

Han Ma Ran nodded lightly, “Zhou Fan, Sister Xin and the others have already established a firm foothold in this small world, if you return to the world, you can drop by to meet them.

Zhou Fan hummed, looked at Han Ma’s delicate face, and touched her red lips with her fingers, “When I return to Shushan, I will be happy with you again.”

Although in reality, after a night of greed, each other has long been familiar with each other, but after all, they have not crossed the thunder pond half a step, and in the small world, they do not need to restrain themselves, but the time between the two of them is too short, although Don’t worry about losing the foundation, but the green apple is still a bit ridiculous.

Han Yanran put her lips on her lips again, “I’ll wait for you.”

Another three years of cold and summer have passed.

The scholar and monk set foot on the Shushan Trail again.

The two were in a heavy mood.

ten years.

If the immortals in the painting were reincarnated and practiced successfully, they would have been famous all over the world.

Just like the Purple Sword Fairy, she became the owner of another Thunder Sword.

but.

But they didn’t hear anything about the fairy in the painting.

This undoubtedly shows that the aptitude that Shushan’s eldest disciple Dan Chen said back then was not a lie.

really.

Dan Zuo personally sent Zhou Fan to the Hook Mountain Gate after learning that the two had come according to the agreed date.

Euphemistically, “The reincarnation of the immortals in the painting may not be suitable for you to ask the swordsmen, you can go to the mountain outside the sky, where there is a successor of the painting saints, maybe it is suitable for the reincarnation of the immortals in the painting.

The scholar and monk can only pick up Zhou Fan.

Three days later.

They left Shushan and returned to the prosperous place on earth.

Scholars are wild and uninhibited, and only like to draw columns and boats.

Fortunately, the monk is not afraid of fishy, ​​and often misses the wine shop butcher shop.

He didn’t mention anything about the Tianwai Mountains, as if he had forgotten about it. He taught Zhou Fan some Jianghu Kungfu casually, and let him make a living by himself.

In fact, Zhou Fan knew that the scholars and monks were also entangled in their hearts. They were afraid that even if they went to Tianwai Mountain and found a successor of Huasheng, they might not be able to accept their disciples.

Once rejected, it will inevitably be another blow to the reincarnation of the immortal in the painting.

therefore.

The two finally decided to let Zhou Fan be an ordinary person and live a full life.

Zhou Fan is also very happy.

He naturally doesn’t care about apprenticeships. There are not many people in the world who can be his apprentices. If he wants to be a teacher, no one has this qualification.

Besides.

This time to leave Shushan, he originally wanted to walk the world, and it was a matter of time before he separated from the scholar and monk.

half a month later.

He searched for the familiar aura between heaven and earth and returned to Beiguo County back then.

Hundreds of years later.

Beiguo County has completely become a continuous mountain.

Yinfengdu has also become a big river flowing eastward.

Only the old locust tree is still there.

And the whole world.

Those who can really know the 3.8 cents in the painting are also old locust trees.

wow~

When Zhou Fan stepped into this restricted area of ​​the tree sect, the canopy of the tree that shook the sky shook violently, and bursts of joy surged.

Countless demon cultivators who were sheltered by the tree sect were shocked.

They have never seen Lord Shuzu react like this.

Until the old locust tree conveyed rhyme, the fairy in the painting came, and tens of thousands of demon cultivators were completely shaken.

“What, the fairy in the painting that Shuzu said really exists?”

“A terrifying powerhouse who suppressed millions of demons by himself, he has lived for so many years and hasn’t died yet?”

“Should have died a long time ago, otherwise Shuzu would have been telling us the story of the fairy in the painting?

“Quick, look, someone broke into our restricted area?!”

“Could this human be the fairy in the painting?”

Thousands of demons moved in unison, swarming the human beings one after another, wanting to pay homage to the immortals who suppressed millions of demons and painted pictures of the human world.