When Jianxiu Penetrates Into the Infinite Stream - Chapter 145

    Since the reunion, I have never felt so clearly like this moment, and I really like her. Not relatives, not siblings, but love that goes hand in hand with life and death.

    Perhaps it was because she knew that her death was imminent, Xie Liuyi didn’t have the tension and confusion she expected, the only thought was: she has not been in love yet.

    Does she like to follow her words?

    Don’t know.

    At this moment, there was some commotion from the messenger, Xie Liuyi’s thoughts were pulled back, and he asked: “Why is it so noisy?”

    The person on the other side seemed to have just said something very ordinary, and naturally answered: “There was an earthquake just now, and now they are packing their things.”

    “Earthquake?” Xie Liuyi was surprised. The world of immortals will naturally experience earthquakes, but that is mostly a matter of the mortal world. The Immortal Gate is sheltered by a mountain protection formation and has never experienced an earthquake.

    “Well, just ten minutes before I received your message, there was a shock. It lasted for a short time, and the shock was weak.”

    Xie Liuyi recalled the timeline, the earthquake should have occurred after the subconscious retrospective timeline. Could it be a side effect caused by the backtracking time?

    She secretly noted this doubt.

    Said a few more words, saying that due to the lack of spiritual power, the communication symbol was interrupted. Xie Liuyi wanted to tell Yan Yugui that the fake Sword Sovereign was the incarnation of the subconscious, but he felt that it was not safe to send messages from a distance, so he thought about waiting until we met.

    The Sword Sect rested for a night in the wilderness.

    Because Xie Liuyi slashed the cave with a sword, Fake Sword Master and Xiao Baihua could only sleep in the open. Even so, Fake Sword Sovereign did not forget to hold up a barrier to protect Xiaobaihua from the wind and rain.

    Xie Liuyi watched this scene from a distance and felt strange.

    For the subconscious, intelligent creatures are their food. Does it have feelings for food?

    Xie Liuyi does not believe it.

    She has long discovered that the subconscious will always fabricate different results based on the scattered information flow that she has obtained. For example, Fang Mingyu in Dumu Mountain, and Xuanwu in Battle Royale.

    That’s why there is this copy – on the surface it seems to be the world of immortality she is familiar with, but the core is a novel she has long forgotten.

    The reason why the subconscious favors the little white flower is very likely that he is strictly playing the male protagonist of the Mary Suwen in Xie Liuyi’s memory.

    But why? The subconscious is going to kill herself. Judging from the results of the previous fight, its incarnation has the cultivation of the Mahayana period, but it cannot cause fatal damage to her.

    So, how is it going to use this dungeon to cause her death?

    Writing memories are easier to forget, and most of what novels can bring her are emotional fluctuations. When those emotions pass, the plot of the novel will be almost forgotten.

    She didn’t remember what Mary Suvin, who was used as a blueprint by the subconscious, said, so she couldn’t speculate where the death catastrophe prepared by the subconscious should be, and could only take a step by step. For today’s plan, improving strength is the kingly way.

    Therefore, when the sky just lit up with fish maw white, Xie Liuyi got up, strode to the center of the crowd, stretched out his hand from the back of his neck and drew out the Galaxy Sword, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

    She looked condescendingly at the fake master sitting cross-legged on the ground, her voice had no emotion, “Please enlighten me.”

    “In the early morning, why are you crazy.” The fake master scolded impatiently.

    Xie Liuyi was unmoved, just pretending that the subconscious could not understand human words, and changed the sentence to a more straightforward sentence, “Come, have a fight.”

    9.9 out of the ten disciples of Jianzong are fighting mad, and they like to fight against the strong. Therefore, when Xie Liuyi made an appointment with Zhan Jianzun early in the morning, the disciples one by one, watching the fun without thinking it was a big deal, started booing.

     “Your Highness, promise, teach me a lesson!”

     “Young master, you dare to challenge Sword Sovereign.”

    “If you can watch Jian Zun and Senior Sister compare swords today, you will have no regrets in this life.”

    The noisy voice awakened Xiaobaihua, she rubbed her eyes and got up, her voice soft and timid, “Master, it’s so noisy.”

     Hearing this, the fake master snorted coldly, and the pressure of the Mahayana monk swayed. The booing disciples all shut up.

    This is the third time that Xie Liuyi has faced the pressure of the fake master directly. After bending his knees for a moment, he straightened up immediately.

    The little white flower in the enchantment suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by the bungee-style swordsmanship, trembling, pounced on the false master, grabbed his clothes and hid behind him, only showing a pair of resentment s eyes.

    “Senior sister is trying to teach me how to practice swords, but just bullying me under the pretext of practicing swords. I know that senior sister can’t see that Master loves me, if you are angry, just hit me… Well, I won’t fight back, I just hope that Senior Sister will stop being angry with Master.”

    If this remark is placed in the palace fighting text, it can be regarded as retreating and advancing, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing. Not only showed grievances, but also showed generosity, and stepped on Xie Liuyi smoothly.

    Unfortunately, this is the world of immortality in Xie Liuyi’s memory, and the people watching are also the disciples of Sword Sect in Xie Liuyi’s memory.

    Jian Xiu’s brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people.

    Xie Liuyi said indifferently, “Fight back? You?”

    There are not many words, and the mocking effect is full. Xiao Baihua immediately had tears in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let it flow down, her eyes turned red, and she looked helplessly at the onlookers, as if she wanted to win pity.

    “What did Junior Sister Yuxue say,” a god-turning senior brother next to him said loudly, “If Junior Sister Liuyi wants to hit you, there is no room for you to fight back.”

    “Junior Sister Yuxue, you can’t be so squeamish, our sword cultivators only need to beat and beat to become stronger.” Another god-turning senior brother agreed.

     “Elder Sister is willing to give advice in person, what a great opportunity, why doesn’t Fairy Yuxue cherish it.”

     “Yeah, how good it is to let me, I can’t wait to let the big sister beat it a few times.”

    “Fairy Yuxue, don’t be a coward, come on! Our swordsmen are fearless!”

    Seeing the beloved little apprentice being raised by everyone, the fake master finally couldn’t sit still.

    “Okay, I will teach you a few tricks in person today.” As he spoke, a sword inlaid with gold and jade appeared in his hand.

    The big gems on the sword reflected the light of money in the morning light, Xie Liuyi’s eyes twitched slightly. There is one thing to say, such a wealthy sword looks a bit spicy.

     Her spiritual power has not yet recovered, and she does not want to use her own shortcomings to gain others’ strengths.

      Spiritual power, it is easy to accidentally hurt.”

    The false master had to shut up.

    Xie Liuyi secretly praised the upright senior brother, raised his sword and attacked.

    She used the most basic sword move of Sword Sect. Sword moves are nothing more than chopping, slashing, tapping, stabbing, flirting, collapsing, wiping, hanging, etc. Any martial art in the Mortal World can learn it.

    Practice every move to the extreme, from any angle, with any move, like an arm and a finger. The sword of Jianxiu is a part of Jianxiu’s body.

    Therefore, the mortal swordsman makes the sword, and the sword masters the sword.

    Use means use. Royal, is the meaning of control.

    To put it bluntly, the subconscious can imitate her master’s appearance, imitate her master’s cultivation, but cannot imitate her master’s sword intent.

    The fake master knows how to dismantle and lay out the tricks, but he is always too rigid and lacks spirituality. This kind of feeling is like… a difficult man-machine battle.

    Subconsciousness is like a high-precision AI, programming the swordsmanship in Xie Liuyi’s memory into its own program, and using algorithms to control the illusion and fight with real people.

    Strong, but not invincible.

    Xie Liuyi made a false move, revealing an empty door. As expected, the subconscious stabbed her lower abdomen with a sword. Xie Liuyi twisted and raised one leg. The blade of the sword brushed past her thigh. While dodging, she leaned back, Xinghe stabbed out from the top of her head, and the sword edge pierced the neck of the subconscious illusion.

    With one hit, Xie Liuyi quickly drew his sword and retreated.

    The moment the illusion shattered, the surrounding Sword Sect disciple NPCs froze again. Xie Liuyi habitually swung the sword that was not stained with blood, and raised the corners of his lips mockingly at the inorganic eyes in the black crack, “Weak chicken.”

     Those huge eyes stared at her for a long time, but in the end they did nothing. Xie Liuyi was keenly aware that space and time were going back in time. After a while, she was still standing in the same place, and the fake master was standing on the opposite side unscathed, with a look of relief on her face.

    “Good, keep trying.”

    The whispering voices of the surrounding fellows entered my ears.

     “Elder sister can actually draw a tie with Zun Shang? It’s amazing!”

    Oh, this shameless man turned the fiasco into a tie.

    Xie Liuyi took Xinghe, “Come back tomorrow for teaching.”

    Then turned to the little white flower, pulled up her lips and smiled, showing her white teeth, “And you.”

    The same sect came to discuss swordsmanship with Xie Liuyi very enthusiastically. After she pointed out a few people, the sky was already bright. The group ended their rest and continued to fly towards the Qingmi Cave.

    Arrived at the place, the advance troops of the three sects and four factions of the seventh family have arrived.

    The three sects are the Buddhist sect, the Jian sect, and the Fa sect; , Because the ups and downs of the family are always changing, the seventh family has to shuffle every few hundred years.

    When she got there, she saw the Buddhist monk and the Fazong nerd at first sight.

    The little monk is a Buddhist son of Buddhism, and the Dharma name is emptiness. Because of the Tao of reincarnation, every few hundred years, it always changes back to the appearance of a child. Xiaoyuankong Yuxue is cute, with a bright bald head, she always likes to say some old clichés in a milky voice, very cute.

    The nerd is the chief disciple of Fazong, called Xun Moshu. When he was not talking, he looked like a graceful and turbid son of Shijia, as gentle as a handsome scholar, but when he opened his mouth, he looked like an old school master who fell in love with his book bag.

    The key is that he is a Dharma practitioner who uses books to enter the Tao, and often uses idioms indiscriminately. Xie Liuyi once wondered if he would not go into trouble like this. It was only later that I learned that people entered Taoism with calligraphy.

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