Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The virtual world, a cloud of mist, the mountains looming.

The majestic mountains, such as the winding dragons, seem to take off in the clouds.

The mountain peaks like a blade, piercing the sky, standing proudly.

Here, it is the enchanting knife, the place of cryptic worship in the virtual world.

Hey!

When the sound of the air broke, a figure fluttered through the clouds, like a fairy, a smart figure, and a temperament.

It is Lu Benwei, one of the disciples of the demon knife.

At the top of the mountains, the deepest part of the endless clouds, there is a mountain inverted, numerous vines entwined, showing the ancient sky.

Lu Benwei flew all the way, after coming here, slowly fell.

On the inverted mountain platform, there are many ancient buildings, and Lu Benwei walks toward a loft.

The master demon knife is waiting for him.

"Strange, what did the master suddenly bring himself over this time?"

Lu Benwei’s heart is dark and somewhat incomprehensible. In general, the Master rarely sue to see himself without saying anything.

If something is told, I will definitely inform you in advance and let him prepare.

With a trace of doubt, Lu Benwei saw the enchanting knife, and after respecting the ceremony, Shen Sheng said: "I have seen the Master, I don’t know the Master’s call, what is it?"

The enchanting knife is full of white hair, and the old face is full of wrinkles, only one eye is still sharp and scary.

"Nothing big, I ask you, has Xiao Chen ever found you?"

Lu Benwei heard a glimpse of it, but still honestly said: "If you return to the teacher, there is no such thing as Xiaochen in the past year. There is no contact at all."

The demon knives could not help but feel a little wrong, and touched the beard and shouted: "Don't you? Can't he see the mystery in the painting, there is no doubt at all, and his talent should be able to see unusual."

Xi Xi does not think that Xiao Chen can understand the mystery in the painting in a short time, but should be able to see that the painting is unusual.

According to his speculation, since you can see that it is unusual and you don't understand it, you should go to Lu Benwei to ask for it.

I have never been in contact with Lu Benwei for more than a year.

Xi Xi’s heart is puzzled, strange, can I look away? He really can't see the mystery in the painting, can't guess what kind of opportunity is in the painting?

If you know the opportunity in the painting, the inheritance represented by you will not be heart-wrenching. If you change to others, you should have gone to Lu Benwei.

I thought about it and thought it was so good.

Explain that this kid is still better than me when I was young. Trying to beat the statue in the tower is just a coincidence.

As soon as I read this, the demon knife smiled and said: "When you go, bring him, just say I want to see him."

Lu Benwei couldn’t help but say: "Master, what is this?"

The sorcerer smiled and said: "This kid is very good, I want to accept him as a registered disciple, and I will give some advice."

Lu Benwei’s heart is speechless, and he doesn’t understand the logic of the teacher’s respect, but since he has told him, it’s fine.

"Yes, the disciple is obedient!"

......

The sanctuary of the sanctuary, Xiao Chen sitting cross-legged, has been enlightened on the ice lotus platform for more than half a month.

The picture in front of him is not in his eyes, it is not the sight of the past.

His vision is all focused on the lake in the painting, the drop of water falling in the air.

Dripping water and lake, a small, a wide, a smart, a quiet.

The seemingly quiet and peaceful picture, a drop of water and a lake, is actually undercurrent and opposite.

In the eyes of Xiao Chen, this drop of rain dew is like a sharp-eyed dew, a peerless swordsman with ambition, with the courage of death and life, falling from the sky.

It has an ambition, this drip, to challenge a lake.

Snapped!

The picture continues to change, and Xiao Chen feels like he is in the middle of it, and sees a void.

It’s going to rain, the roaring sounds, thousands of rains, falling from the sky.

But there is a drop of water, between the condensation and the sky, not moving. Let other rain and dew come and go, listen to the fate, and descend from the sky.

It is not moving, it is a drop of lonely rain and dew, but also a drop of proud rain.

Hey!

Rain on the ground, gathered into countless tributaries, just in front of Xiao Chen, gradually formed a lake.

The lake is getting wider and wider, but the drop of rain and dew is still high and the sky is not moving.

Heaven, for the wrath. Thundercloud dissipated, and when the next day was empty, he was sentenced on behalf of the day, using the power of the big day to dissipate this drop of rain.

It’s strange that it happened, this drop of rain, under the sun. Glittering, like crystal, crystal clear, the more the sun is burning, the more the light is shining, the more the raindrops shine, the pride.

Sunset and sunrise, this hot sun, it was roasted for 3,333 years.

But this drop of rain, still proud of the beginning, not changing the past.

Heaven, anger can not be revealed.

Thousands of Thunders, slashing it, want to completely destroy it, this is another 3,333 years.

This drop of rain, still does not change the original intention, as proud as ever.

Skyfury, and tortured it with the wind, 3,330 years...

The scorching sun, the wind, and the thunder tortured it, and the whole nine thousand was nine hundred and ninety-nine years old. But this drop of rain, as in the past, pride as ever, nine thousand nine hundred nine nine ninety-nine years, thunder and violent flames, can not change its initial heart.

Only let it shine more and more, wash the lead plum impurities, crystal clear, more pure, beautiful as a demon!

What is a demon?

Lonely like me, tens of thousands of years, hanging for nine days, alone!

What is a demon?

As I am, I am proud and not afraid of Tianwei!

Xiao Chen was like this. After watching nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, I watched this drop of rain, hanging high and the sky, not changing my heart.

The picture was abrupt, and Xiao Chen retired, and saw that the raindrop continued to fall.

Snapped!

This drop of rain fell on the lake, and the vast lake exploded in an instant. The sky was also broken at this moment, and the lakes of the entire lake were all expelled by this drop of rain, and the dripping water penetrated the lake and blew the endless lake.

The lake is full of water, but it can't accommodate the heart of this rain.

boom!

Xiao Chen was shocked, and the next moment suddenly woke up. It was sweating, like a long, long dream, looking at the picture floating in front of him.

The scene in the painting is still unchanged. It is still a drop of water slowly falling, a lake, quiet and peaceful.

Xiao Chen jumped down and took the ice lotus stand, took the picture in his hand and spread it out, carefully gazing, thoughtfully.

"A drop of rain and dew can also become a demon, the raging wind and thunder of the sun, can not destroy it, only add to its style, more demon. Do not follow the wave, not from the fate, do not respect the heavens, a drop of rain shattered the sky!"

If Xiao Chen’s heart is thoughtful, the inheritance contained in this painting is really incredible.

"The demon knives, the famous disciple Lu Benwei, came to see Tianmeng Xiaochen!"

Just as Xiao Chen was meditating, Lu Benwei’s voice was heard in the courtyard. Xiao Chen said, what did he do and send me a third painting?

Received a good picture, Xiao Chen went out to meet, arched: "I have seen Lu Brother."

Lu Benwei looked at Xiao Chen strangely: "You look so bad, have you practiced your scorpion?"

Xiao Chen knows that she just learned the second painting and consumed too much heart. She just wanted to tell the truth and asked for it.

Lu Benwei said: "Do you need a break? I respect you, I want to see you."

Demon knife, see me?

Well, I am thinking of seeing it. Xiao Chen is very curious about how this enchanting knife is a presence.

Why are you all other imaginary gods who want to accept themselves as disciples, and refuse to accept themselves as disciples?

And why, to send their own knives and scrolls, all are fans.

"No, you can leave now, please ask Lu to lead the way."

Xiao Chen responded immediately without hesitation.

"Come with me."

Lu Benwei nodded slightly, looked up and down Xiao Chen, and his heart was also awkward. I wonder why the teacher suddenly wanted to accept Xiao Chen’s famous disciple.

Both of them were full of doubts and rushed to the place where the demon knife was hidden.