Fang Xuan was originally an innate Taoist with unparalleled abilities, but due to an accident, his cultivation was completely ruined. He was stupid for three years and became a joke.
The fiancée teamed up with the sect's holy son to seize the Taoist body, shatter the Dantian, break the spine, destroy the martial arts veins, and drive him into the abyss.
After an encounter with Qin Luoli, Fang Xuan opened the jade pendant left by his father and obtained the inheritance of the Nine Emperors.
"I am the Empress of Taichu, and I will teach you the Taichu Chaos Sutra. I will control the origin of chaos and forge the foundation of immortality!"
"I am the Empress of Jianxu, and I will teach you the Art of Returning Ten Thousand Swords to Ruxu. With one sword, you can defeat all kinds of magic and traverse the nine heavens!"
"I am the Empress of the Alchemy Cauldron, and I will teach you the "Nine Revolutions of Alchemy Records" to refine the world and use alchemy to connect the gods!"
The name of a good-for-nothing is nothing more than a dust on the emperor's path!
Three years of stupidity is just a matter of hiding one's strength and biding one's time!
Anyone who bullies me or insults me will be killed with one sword!
Those who rebel against me and destroy me will destroy all the gates!
Fang Xuan carries the Holy Body of Chaos and wields the magical power of the Nine Emperors. He fights out of adversity, kills powerful enemies, defeats the proud ones, steps on the path of the emperor, covers the sky with one hand, and suppresses the world for eternity!
He held his five fingers and waved the world: Those who obey me will be glorious for eternity, and those who go against me will be buried in heaven and earth!
There is a saying in Qinghe: I practiced swordsmanship at the age of three, made blood at the age of six, practiced body training at the age of nine, and became pregnant at the age of sixteen and was destined to fly the sword. The sword was named after me, holding the sword Qinghe, and I was free in the world.
When he was young, he was frivolous and dared to go against the wind and clouds and break through mountains and seas with his sword. At that time, there was no other person in my mind, only the four words "Extreme Sword Art".
Everyone in the world seeks immortality, power, and freedom by practicing cultivation, but I abandon all shortcuts and once I enter the path of the sword, my life will be lived by the sword and I will die by the sword. Drinking morning dew in the morning tempers the sword's will, stepping on the flowing clouds to practice the sword's heart in the evening. Year after year, it is cold and hot, day and night, the fingertips are worn away by the wind and frost, and the sword body is reflected all over the stars. I only hope that one day, I can discover the origin of the sword in the world, reach the ultimate realm of the sword, live up to the sword in my hand, and live up to the youth's desire to seek the way.
Divine will is easy to obtain, but understanding of the mysteries is difficult to find. When you are young, you don't know the constraints of your realm. You can overcome all difficulties by just being diligent. I spent half of my life traveling through mountains and rivers in several states, traveling to desperate places all over the world, interviewing hidden masters, breaking countless swords, and spending decades in the spring and autumn, but it was still difficult to get a glimpse of the Xuanmen Court. Others advised me to be flexible and build a side path to take advantage of the opportunity to achieve the realm quickly, but I declined politely.
The most important thing in the way of swordsmanship is purity. If there are distracting thoughts in the heart, the sword will be flawed. Even if you get a high position, it is still a false way.
As time goes by, the hair turns into frost. It was not until the time of death that his soul withered and his body gradually declined. Only then could I scratch the surface of the rules of heaven and earth and barely step into the realm of Tongxuan. After half a life of searching, half of a life of loneliness, I finally got my long-cherished wish. But the moment I stepped into the mysterious realm, there was no trace of ecstasy, only a feeling of emptiness. After half a lifetime of obsession, once it fell to the ground, I looked back and saw that half of my life was lonely and courageous, and half of my life was lonely. Except for the swordsmanship, I had nothing.
I accidentally learned about the secret place, and I secretly thought it was my chance to enter with my friends. However, things in the world are unpredictable, and people's hearts are unpredictable. The body dies and the soul disappears, and is refined into a puppet. It is worse than a human and a ghost, which is heartbreaking.
In three hundred years of spring and autumn, I have felt sad countless times. He spent half his life holding a sword and half his life practicing hard, but in the end he ended up like this, a complete defeat. But I have never regretted it.
A swordsman should have character and character, and would rather be broken into pieces than broken into pieces.
Sitting in a desperate situation, with his body lingering, there is still a trace of obsession in his heart. I am a master of swordsmanship. It took hundreds of years to master it. It is hard-earned and must not be cut off with my death. So the remaining fragments of the picture were hidden in the destiny, and a wisp of the original sword intention was sealed in the fragmentary picture of the secret realm, and scattered in the world, in order to find the destined successor. This is Yu's last obsession, and it is also the last spark that Yu leaves behind for swordsmanship.
The years are long, accompanied by dryness and silence. I wait quietly for the passage of time, watching the ebb and flow of the secret realm, waiting for someone who can inherit my swordsmanship. After countless years of waiting and countless disappointments, Yu almost thought that in this life, he would end up with a swordsmanship, and no one would take over the secret realm of bone burial.
Until a young man named Fang Xuan got the broken picture, entered the secret realm, and seized the opportunity.
From the moment he picked up the broken picture, I knew that my path would continue.
Looking at his bones, he is carrying the Holy Body of Chaos. He is extremely talented, far superior to me when I was young. Looking at his character, he is pure and sincere, polite and grateful, neither arrogant nor impetuous. The most rare thing is that his understanding of the sword is clear and clear, far superior to his peers, and even has the potential to surpass me. Yu protects him, burns the nine-grade green lotus, and controls the fire of the green lotus to protect him from worries in the future, and devotes all his efforts to imparting his lifelong knowledge of swordsmanship.
Although I couldn't witness with my own eyes how far he could go, all the centuries-old regrets in Yu's heart were eliminated. Even if my body is broken, my soul will be destroyed, and even if I pursue the Tao all my life but cannot be perfected, my swordsmanship will eventually cross the heaven and earth and shine in the nine states, and my name of Qinghe will be passed down for eternity.
It is a great blessing in this life to be able to obtain this inheritance before falling.
Everyone in the world laments that I have been lonely for half of my life and ended in a sad ending. I only gained the sword skills, but my body died and my sword skills disappeared. But I knew that I had held a sword at the age of three and had kept the Tao all my life. I had never followed the trend, never lived an ignoble existence, and had never been ashamed of my true heart or the way of the sword. Although he has not achieved perfect immortality, he has found an excellent successor and has a hundred-year tradition that will never be extinguished.
A young man prides himself on being a romantic, holding a sword and daring to fight for the sky; in his old age, he takes a dim view of ups and downs, only to realize that everything is in vain. In this life, there is the pain of seeking, the pride of perseverance, the sadness of regret, and the comfort of perfection.
Life is like a sword, you have no regrets when you draw the sword.
If those who come after me inherit my swordsmanship, they should encourage each other!
There is a saying in Qinghe: I practiced swordsmanship at the age of three, made blood at the age of six, practiced body training at the age of nine, and became pregnant at the age of sixteen and was destined to fly the sword. The sword was named after me, holding the sword Qinghe, and I was free in the world. When he was young, he was frivolous and dared to go against the wind and clouds and break through mountains and seas with his sword. At that time, there was no other person in my mind, only the four words "Extreme Sword Art". Everyone in the world seeks immortality, power, and freedom by practicing cultivation, but I abandon all shortcuts and once I enter the path of the sword, my life will be lived by the sword and I will die by the sword. Drinking morning dew in the morning tempers the sword's will, stepping on the flowing clouds to practice the sword's heart in the evening. Year after year, it is cold and hot, day and night, the fingertips are worn away by the wind and frost, and the sword body is reflected all over the stars. I only hope that one day, I can discover the origin of the sword in the world, reach the ultimate realm of the sword, live up to the sword in my hand, and live up to the youth's desire to seek the way. Divine will is easy to obtain, but understanding of the mysteries is difficult to find. When you are young, you don't know the constraints of your realm. You can overcome all difficulties by just being diligent. I spent half of my life traveling through mountains and rivers in several states, traveling to desperate places all over the world, interviewing hidden masters, breaking countless swords, and spending decades in the spring and autumn, but it was still difficult to get a glimpse of the Xuanmen Court. Others advised me to be flexible and build a side path to take advantage of the opportunity to achieve the realm quickly, but I declined politely. The most important thing in the way of swordsmanship is purity. If there are distracting thoughts in the heart, the sword will be flawed. Even if you get a high position, it is still a false way. As time goes by, the hair turns into frost. It was not until the time of death that his soul withered and his body gradually declined. Only then could I scratch the surface of the rules of heaven and earth and barely step into the realm of Tongxuan. After half a life of searching, half of a life of loneliness, I finally got my long-cherished wish. But the moment I stepped into the mysterious realm, there was no trace of ecstasy, only a feeling of emptiness. After half a lifetime of obsession, once it fell to the ground, I looked back and saw that half of my life was lonely and courageous, and half of my life was lonely. Except for the swordsmanship, I had nothing. I accidentally learned about the secret place, and I secretly thought it was my chance to enter with my friends. However, things in the world are unpredictable, and people's hearts are unpredictable. The body dies and the soul disappears, and is refined into a puppet. It is worse than a human and a ghost, which is heartbreaking. In three hundred years of spring and autumn, I have felt sad countless times. He spent half his life holding a sword and half his life practicing hard, but in the end he ended up like this, a complete defeat. But I have never regretted it. A swordsman should have character and character, and would rather be broken into pieces than broken into pieces. Sitting in a desperate situation, with his body lingering, there is still a trace of obsession in his heart. I am a master of swordsmanship. It took hundreds of years to master it. It is hard-earned and must not be cut off with my death. So the remaining fragments of the picture were hidden in the destiny, and a wisp of the original sword intention was sealed in the fragmentary picture of the secret realm, and scattered in the world, in order to find the destined successor. This is Yu's last obsession, and it is also the last spark that Yu leaves behind for swordsmanship. The years are long, accompanied by dryness and silence. I wait quietly for the passage of time, watching the ebb and flow of the secret realm, waiting for someone who can inherit my swordsmanship. After countless years of waiting and countless disappointments, Yu almost thought that in this life, he would end up with a swordsmanship, and no one would take over the secret realm of bone burial. Until a young man named Fang Xuan got the broken picture, entered the secret realm, and seized the opportunity. From the moment he picked up the broken picture, I knew that my path would continue. Looking at his bones, he is carrying the Holy Body of Chaos. He is extremely talented, far superior to me when I was young. Looking at his character, he is pure and sincere, polite and grateful, neither arrogant nor impetuous. The most rare thing is that his understanding of the sword is clear and clear, far superior to his peers, and even has the potential to surpass me. Yu protects him, burns the nine-grade green lotus, and controls the fire of the green lotus to protect him from worries in the future, and devotes all his efforts to imparting his lifelong knowledge of swordsmanship. Although I couldn't witness with my own eyes how far he could go, all the centuries-old regrets in Yu's heart were eliminated. Even if my body is broken, my soul will be destroyed, and even if I pursue the Tao all my life but cannot be perfected, my swordsmanship will eventually cross the heaven and earth and shine in the nine states, and my name of Qinghe will be passed down for eternity. It is a great blessing in this life to be able to obtain this inheritance before falling. Everyone in the world laments that I have been lonely for half of my life and ended in a sad ending. I only gained the sword skills, but my body died and my sword skills disappeared. But I knew that I had held a sword at the age of three and had kept the Tao all my life. I had never followed the trend, never lived an ignoble existence, and had never been ashamed of my true heart or the way of the sword. Although he has not achieved perfect immortality, he has found an excellent successor and has a hundred-year tradition that will never be extinguished. A young man prides himself on being a romantic, holding a sword and daring to fight for the sky; in his old age, he takes a dim view of ups and downs, only to realize that everything is in vain. In this life, there is the pain of seeking, the pride of perseverance, the sadness of regret, and the comfort of perfection. Life is like a sword, you have no regrets when you draw the sword. If those who come after me inherit my swordsmanship, they should encourage each other!