On the martial arts cultivation star, there were figures flying into the air one after another. Old, young, handsome, sloppy, they all converge into the air.

No one knew the joints, but one by one they looked up in the direction they were flying. Some have been with them for a year, left behind a legend, and gone away.

A young man wanted to learn swords, so he went to find a master of sword cultivation. The master refused to accept him, and he knelt before the master for ten days without eating or drinking. Finally the master took him into the wall of the door.

He practiced hard and was extremely gifted. The master poured all his money into teaching, and the young man's long sword was beyond the master's reach. He challenged many masters and defeated invincible opponents all over the world.

In less than a year, this young man had already become a master of swordsmanship. Later, he challenged the martial cultivator with mortal swordsmanship, and slashed out the sword gang with his swordsmanship, cutting off the arm of a foundation building monk. Legend has it that if he wanted to take the monk's life, the monk would never be able to fight back.

He just looked up to the sky and laughed, and disappeared from view. The heart of a hundred battles, even if it is a mortal martial arts, cultivated to the depths of the essence, can still cross the boundary between mortals and monks.

A giggling beggar who has been begging in a small town. He never showed a sad expression, and he still kept a smile on his face whether he was beaten or scolded.

This stupid beggar was always bullied, not only by the begging fellows, but also by the children of this little town, who always beat him with stones, and secretly lit his hair while he slept.

The stupid beggar wandered and begged, many people lamented and sighed at him, and more adults used this stupid beggar to teach their children not to be like him.

The stupid beggar was pulled to be a strong man, because the rich family didn't want his son to join the army, and the stupid beggar was arrested and replaced in the army of the Ten Thousand Swords Kingdom. He was stupid and couldn't fight, the officers beat and scolded him, and his colleagues looked down on him. Because no matter what others say, he's always laughing.

The country of ten thousand swords was defeated, and he and several defeated soldiers were scattered, and appeared in the original small city in rags. The sun shone on his face, and he smiled again.

One soldier asked him, "Fool, why are you still laughing, we are all dying?"

Another soldier said, "He's a fool! ”

The beggar's smile, which had always been considered a fool, became warm, and he grinned at all the soldiers, "As long as we are alive, as long as there is sunshine, shouldn't we be happy about it?"

Laughter is not just an expression. As long as we laugh, we will always find something that can make us happy.

Playing against an old master was a young gentleman. This young man liked to come to the old master.

This old master is a martial arts master, and he has practiced martial arts to the extreme, but he can't enter the Tao with martial arts.

The young scholar dropped a chess piece, "Mr. has reached the current state of martial arts, the next step, don't you seek immortality?"

The old master left a son, "What is the end of martial arts?"

"On this martial arts cultivation star, there is no one who is demanding to enter the Dao with martial arts and advance to the realm of a monk!"

The old master fell again, "Advanced monk, what are you going to do?"

"Become an immortal, become a god, life is no longer limited, heaven and earth, omnipotent. The young man replied with a smile.

The old master nodded, "I want to be in the realm of advanced monks, but I don't have this opportunity. He shook his head again, "If it's just for immortality, this monk, don't do it." ”

"Why?" asked the youth.

The sleeves of the old master's robe flicked, and a force cut a leaf from it, "Old man, this sword qi is better than a year ago?"

The young man nodded, "There is another entry." ”

The old man smiled, "I want to see where the end of swordsmanship is! Is the monk's flying sword really that exquisite! The old man is alive, not to live, but to see some new scenery, to know what is higher than the peak of martial arts in this life!"

The young man was stunned, "Only immortal can see more!"

The old man smiled and said, "Those monks, who have been in retreat for decades, have they really seen better scenery?" The old man fell again, "I memorized thousands of chess games, all of which were played by others." But even if the old man only lives for one day, he must have a different scenery. ”

The young man was silent for a long time, then took out a sword cultivation method and handed it to the old man.

The old man smiled slightly, "Are you a member of the immortals?"

The young man nodded, but saw the sleeves of the old man's robe flicked, and another sword qi flew out, in the eyes of the young man, the sword qi actually stirred the aura, and there was a trace of monk's demeanor.

The young man got up, put away the exercise, and bowed to the old man, "I've been taught!"

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A trickster gathered a group of spectators and was collecting money one by one with his gong. His tricks are dreamlike, making it impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Right in front of you, when you're fully awake, he can also make you fall asleep.

A monk visits the famous mountain and ancient temple, discusses the Tao with many monks, and also excesses for the dead, and also saves people, and ordinary people or monks are all respectful. This high monk does not preach the Dharma, does not accept disciples, and does not worship the Buddha when he sees it. When this high monk was preaching, he suddenly looked at the sky, and then the clouds flew away. Hair grew on his head, and the believers in the temple could only hear his voice like a bell, "I am the Buddha, the Buddha is me, why should I become a monk? Why worship the Buddha?"

In a pit, a square-faced young man digging gold comes out of the ground. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed helplessly, "Alas, from striking iron to smelting, from smelting to mining, I have done everything I should do! You still say that I don't know the way of gold? That would be too much! Lao Tzu can only go so far!" With that, he threw down the shovel in his hand, and as soon as his feet moved, a huge metal ball weighing 100 tons appeared, lifting him up and flying into the air.

In the desert of Wu Xiuxing, a woman suddenly showed a mysterious smile. She looked at a cloud overhead, and with a wave of her hand, the cloud dissipated. She smiled indifferently, "My brothers have gone back, and I should go back too." ”

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The figures standing in the void appeared one by one, and one by one they walked into the first figure. They were either smiling, or reluctant, or relieved, and as their bodies returned, the momentum of the figure became stronger and stronger.

Until the square-faced young man like a miner appeared, the huge metal ball set off the two of them's stature and became smaller and smaller.

The square-faced young man waved his hand, "Hey Xiao Wu! I think it's still almost! I'm afraid it's okay to summon the Immortal Tribulation, but I don't have much confidence in the Tribulation." ”

Xiao Wu looked at the square-faced young man, showed a confident smile, and took out a bottle from his arms, it was the thunder bottle, "It's okay, you just have to cause the thunder tribulation, and the rest is my business." ”

Then, Xiao Wu frowned again and said, "Pay attention, you can't be split this time!