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"Young hero, where is this place?"

Tan Wenjie sized up the young man in front of him. He was somewhat handsome, but lacked charisma, and his eyes revealed a shrewdness.

"Young hero?" The young man, who had been feeling down because he hadn't found the Golden Fertilizer, immediately smiled.

Good eye. I've been pretending to be a greedy shop assistant all my life, but I never expected that someone would see through my disguise in the end. Now I have no choice but to admit it.

Tan Wenjie asked in confusion, "Why are you suddenly turning your face to me?"

The young man didn't speak, but just struck poses on his own.

"This is Bishan outside Yuzhou City. It's a place where monsters are very fierce, but you're lucky to have met me."

He patted his chest, which thumped loudly.

"I've walked this road a few times before to help a young lady fix a teapot lid, so I can definitely guarantee your safety."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

It turns out it was because of the compliment "young hero" that he felt so good.

He usually only used his sweet talk on pretty girls, since his face naturally made him look unappealing to men. He never expected that someone would actually like to hear his compliments.

"What is your name, young hero?"

"I'm a shop assistant at Yong'an Pawnshop in Yuzhou City. You can call me Jingtian." The young man countered, "And how should I address you, sir?"

"Tan Wenjie".

Jing Tian, ​​Yong'an Pawnshop, Tan Wenjie immediately thought of a classic world: The Legend of Sword and Fairy.

Unlike other worlds of gods and demons, this place, though also a high-level world, does not have many well-known deities.

Pangu separated heaven and earth, and his body transformed into the world's mountains and rivers, but his most important essence and spirit transformed into the Three Sovereigns: the Heavenly Sovereign Fuxi, the Earthly Sovereign Shennong, and the Human Sovereign Nuwa.

Then the three sovereigns created life in their own ways: Fuxi created gods, Nuwa created humans, and Shennong created birds and beasts.

Gods dwell in the heavens, while beasts and humans dwell on the earth.

What followed was a racial war. In the nearly ten thousand years of struggle, the beastmen became enemies of the gods and humans, were defeated and hid in another world, and were ruled by the gods.

Nearly ten thousand years later, the gods became corrupt, and a great war between humans and gods was about to break out.

Nuwa led the human race to fight against the divine realm.

The story ended with the Heavenly Emperor closing the Heavenly Gate, forever separating the realms of humans and gods.

Tan Wenjie suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Jing Tian's wrist.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jing Tian was startled by his sudden action.

A powerful magical force was hidden deep within Jing Tian's soul; it was General Fei Peng, the number one divine general in the divine realm.

He was once in charge of guarding the Well of Gods and Demons, but he was demoted to the mortal realm for violating heavenly rules by privately fighting with Chonglou, the strongest demon in the demon realm.

Jing Tian is the reincarnation of the divine general Fei Peng.

In short, it's a total rip-off!

Tan Wenjie hates it when others cheat, and he hates it even more when the cheater isn't him. The thought of having to work hard to grind attributes and complete tasks while others can just date and gain strength makes him feel unbalanced.

He quickly released his grip and asked, feigning nonchalance, "Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?"

Jing Tian's attention was then diverted: "You can treat illnesses? Yes, I've been feeling uneasy lately, like something's about to happen, and I keep waking up in a panic at night."

"It's prostatitis caused by uterine prolapse. Go home and drink more water, especially before bed."

"And then it will get better?"

"Then you can pee when you wake up at night, and give yourself something to do."

Jing Tian: "..."

That makes a lot of sense, but he thinks it's better to eat until you're stuffed and fall asleep.

"Ah Tian, ​​I'm a few years older than you, you can just call me Brother Jie."

"what?"

Jing Tian always felt like he was being taken advantage of.

They had just met and he didn't want to quickly become sworn brothers, but Tan Wenjie had already changed the pace of their conversation.

"Ah Tian, ​​do you want to go to Mount Shu to learn swordsmanship?"

"Brother Jie, do you know anyone in Mount Shu?" Jing Tian asked in surprise.

Although he was just a young apprentice, Jing Tian dreamed of becoming a great hero of Mount Shu. The most famous person in Shu was definitely the Sword Immortal of Mount Shu, who flew around freely and gracefully.

Jing Tian was well aware that with his talent and abilities, the possibility of joining Shushan was extremely slim, but then again, as long as he had the right connections, Shushan would definitely be willing to open its doors wide.

"No." Tan Wenjie shook his head.

He wasn't very familiar with Mount Shu, but he did know quite a few sword immortals in Shu. He even accidentally plucked their sword peaks bare.

If he has the chance to go to Shushan this time, he wouldn't mind trying to plunder it again.

Jing Tian's mood visibly dropped.

A rustling sound came from the grass ahead, and two paper lanterns burning with will-o'-the-wisps slowly flew out.

"Not good!" Jing Tian drew his wooden sword and almost instinctively stepped forward to block Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie raised his finger and tapped it lightly.

Two soft "plop" sounds.

The paper lantern, glowing with ghostly fire, landed and quickly burned to ashes.

Jing Tian witnessed the amazing scene firsthand and suddenly turned to stare at Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie: "What, you want to learn?"

"Master, please accept my bow!" Without saying a word, Jing Tian immediately knelt down to pay his respects.

However, when he tried to kneel down, he found that his knees seemed to have hit an invisible step, making it difficult to kneel down.

"Master?" He looked up. "Why are you suddenly turning your face to me?"

Why are they posing? Wait, this scene looks so familiar.

Jing Tian's urge to complain was constantly being stimulated.

"You have considerable talent, so accepting you as my disciple wouldn't be a disgrace to our sect." Tan Wenjie's robes fluttered slightly, exuding the aura of a master. "However..."

While there's a suspicion of deliberately creating an atmosphere, it also proves that he truly has the ability.

“Master, please tell me your request. As long as it is within my ability, does not require any illegal or criminal activities, and does not go against my own will, I will do it.”

"..."

How much is left that can be done?

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and patted Jing Tian's shoulder. "I'm not a sword immortal from Mount Shu. To be honest, my weakest skill is swordsmanship. And you still want to become my disciple for that?"

Jing Tian thought about the legends of the dashing and elegant sword immortals in the Sichuan and Chongqing region, then looked at the martial arts master in front of him who seemed to be lost, and then nodded decisively.

Joining the Shu Mountain sect was his dream, but the chances were slim.

But with a true master who could kill a monster with a single finger right in front of him, Jing Tian was certain that if he missed this opportunity, he would have no choice but to return to Yong'an Pawnshop and continue working as a shop assistant, eventually making a fortune out of desperation, becoming a millionaire, and then living out his helpless and boring life.

He still wanted to be a chivalrous hero and yearned for freedom.

Jing Tian kowtowed once more: "Master, once a teacher, always a father!"

Tan Wenjie stepped aside: "How can you still be so greedy?"

If you want a son, you have to buy him a house and divide the family property.

It's one thing to become an apprentice and learn magic, but the fact that he also takes bribes and accepts money is something that must be criticized.

Jing Tian: "?"

He didn't understand, but he did understand one thing: Tan Wenjie seemed to have really agreed to take him as his apprentice.

"Master, when will we begin learning martial arts and magic?"

His ability to seize an opportunity gave Tan Wenjie a strong sense of déjà vu, reminding him of how shameless he had been in the past.

Taking on apprentices is nothing special; in the world of Lotus Lantern, he also founded a vocational school for immortals, and the number of his apprentices has long exceeded five figures.

"Don't call me Master, call me Brother Jie."

"Brother Jie!" Jing Tian reacted quickly.

"what do you want to learn?"

Tan Wenjie had a good impression of Jing Tian. The Jing Tian in front of him was not the reckless kid in the TV series. He was just clever but not annoying.

What can you learn?

"The Five Elements Escape Technique (metal, wood, water, fire, earth), Tathagata Palm, Samadhi Wind, Five Thunder Orthodox Method, Immobilization Technique, Transformation Technique, Seventy-Two Transformations, Sword and Knife Control, and some other miscellaneous techniques."

He only mentioned genuine skills; even in the world of the Lotus Lantern, mastering one or two of them would be enough to establish a mountain kingdom and start a sect.

It's no exaggeration to say that some of those celestial beings only rely on one special skill to make a living.

Many spells are not unteachable, but rather impossible to learn due to limited natural talent.

Jing Tian almost instinctively said, "Sword Control Technique!"

"Sword control technique? Sure, I'll also teach you the mental cultivation method."

Tan Wenjie took out the sword box he had snatched from the Kidney Deficiency Young Master, opened it, picked out a flying sword the size of an ear pick, and handed it to Jing Tian: "Swallow it."

"what?"

"Brother Jie, I'm talking about sword control techniques, not the kind of sword-swallowing techniques you see on the street."

Jing Tian took the small sword and swallowed hard.

The flying sword, seemingly small yet exquisite, gleamed with a cold light; swallowing it was tantamount to suicide. Tan Wenjie: "The first step in the sword-controlling technique I teach is swallowing a sword."

The seemingly absurd method can directly achieve a state of oneness between man and sword. If the people of Shu Mountain knew that they could take such a shortcut, they would probably eat several kilograms of the sword that can cut through iron like mud every day, and say it's good even with their mouths full of blood.

Seeing Jing Tian hesitate while holding the flying sword, Tan Wenjie patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, swallowing a sword usually doesn't kill you."

"generally?"

"I'll stay by your side. Even if you die, I'm 90% confident I can bring you back to life."

"What about the remaining ten percent?"

“I’m not very familiar with the ghost realm’s reincarnation process, and I’m not very familiar with the resurrection process,” Tan Wenjie comforted him. “Ah Tian, ​​don’t worry, even if you really die, I can still teach you how to cultivate from a ghost to a ghost immortal. It’s very powerful.”

Thank you, but I wasn't comforted.

Jing Tian strongly suspects that his inexplicable decision to become Tan Wenjie's apprentice today was the worst decision he has ever made.

Meeting Tan Wenjie's "expectant" gaze, he gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and swallowed the sword.

The imagined pain did not occur. Instead, a feeling arose in the darkness, as if I had transformed into a sword, incredibly sharp.

Tan Wenjie slowly put away the Ganoderma lucidum and the spring water of life.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the reincarnation of the divine general Fei Peng. An ordinary person would have died long ago without prior preparation, but he managed to withstand it thanks to his incredibly resilient constitution.

“Brother Jie,” Jing Tian burped, “I feel like I’m a little different.”

"If you cultivate diligently, your strength will surely improve rapidly."

The weakest skill Tan Wenjie mentioned depends on who it's compared to. Compared to the gods and Buddhas, sword control is nothing, but in the mortal world, it wouldn't be difficult to become invincible.

"Tian, ​​are there any inns nearby?"

He had just gone through a major battle and was looking forward to taking a nap.

Jing Tian asked, puzzled, "Brother Jie, don't martial arts masters like you usually rest in places like dilapidated temples, under bridges, or caves?"

Tan Wenjie rolled his eyes: "Stop listening to those storytellers' nonsense. If I were so skilled, why would I live in a dilapidated temple? Wouldn't all my cultivation have been for nothing?"

"That makes sense."

The two walked towards Yuzhou City, encountering many rice bags, lanterns, and wine jars along the way.

Jing Tian was extremely excited when he first learned the sword-wielding technique. He could even kill his way through the small monsters with his peach wood sword.

"Oh!"

The rice bag burst open.

Jing Tian grew increasingly excited as he fought, and the number of monster corpses on the ground increased rapidly, indicating that his strength was also growing quickly.

It wasn't that he had mastered the skills of leveling up by defeating monsters, but rather that he possessed the power of Fei Peng within him. As long as he cultivated and guided it slowly, his strength could be rapidly improved.

"Brother Jie, is there any way to lure the monsters of Bishan to one place?" Jing Tian asked.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

The pace of progress is indeed a bit too fast; they've even started considering gathering and attracting monsters.

This is a basic quality of a brush.

What a formidable swordsman from Bishan!

Tan Wenjie sincerely admires Li Xiaoyao, the Sword Saint of Shili Slope, who came before him, and Jing Tian, ​​the Sword Saint of Bishan.

If I weren't here, Jing Tian might actually want to level up to the maximum level before leaving the mountain.

Entering Yuzhou City.

"Oh no, I'm getting back so late, the innkeeper is definitely going to give me trouble." Jing Tian escorted Tan Wenjie to the front of the inn. "Brother Jie, Xiaoyao Inn is the best inn in Yuzhou City. You can rest here, I'll come to visit you again tomorrow."

"Top-notch?"

Tan Wenjie turned to look at his surroundings. Yuzhou City didn't seem very big. He suspected that this was the only Xiaoyao Inn in the entire city.

Upon entering the inn, a waiter immediately came to greet us.

Tan Wenjie: "Give me some food, and another guest room."

His clothes were made of the finest materials, and he was handsome. In particular, he had an air of wealth that no one else could fake. Neither the waiter nor the shopkeeper ever suspected that he was poor.

Tan Wenjie is hoping for a bit of good fortune.

There was no money at all.

However, as a self-made man, he can wait for a windfall.

"Sir, please try this, it's my family's ancestral wonton."

The waiter served the food very quickly.

Yuzhou City is roughly located in Chongqing in this world, in the Bashu region, and is most famous for its legends of sword immortals capturing demons.

The waiter became quite animated when the topic turned to chivalrous thieves, sword immortals, and monsters.

"A family heirloom?" Tan Wenjie looked at the other person in surprise.

"My father is the famous Sichuan-Chongqing chivalrous thief Li Hankong," the waiter said with some pride.

Tan Wenjie had heard of Li Hankong's name, but only from a background background, he was just a complete stranger.

"what is your name?"

"Li Lan".

It turns out he was Li Xiaoyao's grandfather in Chinese Paladin 1.

"Cough cough."

In the distance, the shopkeeper behind the counter coughed softly.

They've eaten wontons and booked a room, but Tan Wenjie still hasn't shown any intention of paying the bill.

It's time to ask for the money.

The waiter, Li Lan, hesitated for a moment, about to speak.

The inn door was suddenly pushed open, and Jing Tian walked in with a beautiful girl.

"Brother Jie! Help... Uh, Brother Jie, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Jing Tian immediately introduced, "This lady beside me is Tang Xuejian, the eldest daughter of the Tang Clan!"

He then turned to Tang Xuejian and said, "Miss Tang, this is Brother Jie, whose martial arts skills are extremely high."

Tan Wenjie nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

This face isn't square.

It seems they don't like eating plums.

Although I've entered the world of "Chinese Paladin," it has little to do with that TV series, which is a good thing.

Tang Xuejian was also sizing up Tan Wenjie.

Tonight, she was chased by someone due to some unexpected events and bumped into Jing Tian. Unexpectedly, Jing Tian, ​​the young man she had only met a few times, was very loyal and even offered to take her to find a peerless master for help.

However, this peerless master was very young and didn't even have a suitable weapon, which was quite different from the image of a master that Jing Tian described.

"Cough cough." The shopkeeper coughed again.

The waiter, Li Lan, had no choice but to step forward and say, "Sir, you haven't paid your room fee yet."

"Room fee?" Jing Tian pulled out his money bag. "Don't anyone try to take it from me, Brother Jie, I'll pay."

Where did you get the money?

"Miss Tang asked me to accompany her on her adventures, and also asked me to help her get out of trouble. This is my payment."

Although Tan Wenjie brought this fortune upon himself, he never expected it to manifest in this way.

Lose more, he's short of money.

Jing Tian said, "We also want two superior rooms!"

"Sir, please come upstairs~" The innkeeper's attitude became increasingly friendly.

Anyone who pays money is treated like royalty.

As they went upstairs, Tan Wenjie's gaze fell on Jing Tian's back.

A divine weapon.

"Hehe, you saw it?" Jing Tian said smugly, "I just returned to Yong'an Pawnshop and a red-haired man came to pawn a sword. He only wanted one copper coin for this antique sword. But this sword is strange; it actually followed me."

The sword was forged from his sister's own flesh, and its power was boundless.

It is well known that anything that can turn from blue to red is very powerful, such as the sword spirit Long Kui, who resides in the sword in front of us, and Ultraman Tiga.

He reached out to grab the demon sword, and Tang Xuejian said from the side, "Be careful, this sword is very heavy."

"Heavy?" Jing Tian asked in disbelief. "No way, it feels lighter than the peach wood sword to me."

The sword fell into Tan Wenjie's hands.

It has some weight, but it's not a problem. He's used weapons weighing thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms before.

[Demon Sword: A sword imbued with countless vengeful spirits due to drinking all the blood of its wisps, containing a mysterious power that traverses the six realms. Damage +35. Skill: Phantom Sword.]

As if sensing Tan Wenjie's observation, the demonic sword trembled slightly, but the tremor was held firmly in his hand and could not be resisted.

Tan Wenjie said, "This is a good sword."

Jing Tian nodded repeatedly: "Since you say it's a good sword, I will definitely keep it carefully."

The flying sword that Brother Jie gave me was as small as an ear pick. This sword is much better. It looks big and heavy, but it feels light and easy to use.

In short, awesome! (End of Chapter)