The coir raincoat lowers its head, reflecting on one's own birth. There is a famous mountain wonderland that is highly respected, regarded as a model, and aspirational for sword cultivators in the world. In the Mustard Seed Sumeru of the Taixu Kunlun Mountains, there is a pinnacle of swordsmanship, a famous master, outstanding talent, and a young and famous swordsmanship monk.
Once upon a time, a man in a coir raincoat met a man in Xumi in the rain. The man didn't wear a sword, and his clothes looked like a moon wheel.
There is a big thing in the lake, with fangs growing from its mouth and barbs growing from its back. The Immortal Sword Technique has been completed in an instant, and its sword intention dives with the wind, turning rivers and seas upside down.
The man in coir raincoat felt moved and said: The swordsmanship has become the general's command, and he will kill the dragon where there is one. The sky is clear in the morning, but the sky is still dark in the evening. In the cave, the sun and moon are like the sky to me.
The immortal wanted to get rid of the demon and wanted to go west. He dropped the fishhook in the palm of his coir raincoat and chased the boat for thousands of meters. He looked haggard. Seeing this, the immortal couldn't bear it and asked: Why did we travel three thousand miles together?
The coir raincoat replied: Born like a mustard seed, the heart contains Xumi.
The immortal said: Since Sumeru is hidden, why worry about rebirth?
After cultivating the sword to the realm of Taixu, he was born with strange phenomena, black and purple lightning twisting and flickering, clouds gathering and dispersing in the middle, wind and clouds surging for a while, and the moans of hundreds of beasts can be heard. The sword cultivator raised his head and watched, knowing that a catastrophe was coming, so he sent a message back to the mountain to find a quiet place to hide from the world and survive this catastrophe.
However, he was defeated by the way of heaven and passed away. On the twenty-eighth day of the ninth month in the autumn of the 101st year of Xuanhe, the wind was cold and frost fell.
The above is the origin of attack.
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