Sword Moving Nine Heavens
Chapter 2
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The young man in the way is called Zhou Kan. He is the same age as Zhou Heng and is also seventeen years old. However, his accomplishments are much higher than Zhou Heng. He has six layers of body refining, and he can only step into the bone refining realm!
Zhou Kan\'s father\'s name is Zhou Jianming, and his qualification is also quite good. Unfortunately, Zhou Dinghai, a genius at his time! In the halo of Zhou Dinghai, Zhou Jianming naturally eclipsed. He has always been a tragic figure used as green leaf ratio.
Because of this, Zhou Jianming hates Zhou Dinghai. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he can\'t catch up with Zhou Dinghai - even if Zhou Dinghai spends most of his time looking for a magic medicine for Zhou Heng.
To his delight, his son inherited his talent and reached the sixth floor of body refining early, which Zhou Heng couldn\'t see.
Under Zhou Jianming\'s secret signal, Zhou Kan has been struggling with Zhou Heng. I don\'t know how many times this has happened.
"Big waste, why, are you deaf?" Zhou Kan said happily. It used to be because of his father\'s orders, but now it has become a habit. It seems that Zhou Heng is uncomfortable if he doesn\'t bully him every day.
Zhou Heng looked at each other coldly. This guy dared to be so arrogant because his grandfather was also a family elder!
According to the family rules of the Zhou family, as long as the cultivation reaches the blood refining environment, you can become an elder, which has nothing to do with age or generation. Once he became an elder, he entered the power center of the Zhou family, which is much higher than the power held by the symbolic owner!
Zhou Xianming, Zhou Kan\'s grandfather, is the existence of the 12th floor of body refining. He is the first master of the Zhou family and the first elder. He is in a high position! In addition, Zhou Dinghai has been looking for a "cure" for Zhou Heng all year round, so Zhou Jianming dares to instruct his son to bully Zhou Heng.
"Go away!" Zhou Heng said faintly and wanted to go around.
——The other party can show off his authority, but he doesn\'t dare to do it. After all, Zhou Heng is not a bitter child without a father!
"Big waste, your good days are coming to an end!" Zhou Kan moved at his feet and blocked Zhou Heng. "There will be a year-end celebration in more than three months. The family stipulates that those who have not entered the meat refining state at the age of 18 should be removed from the genealogy, no more cultivation, and turn to business to earn benefits for the family!"
"When you see me later, remember to cry, sir!"
"And this crotch, you have to drill if you don\'t drill! Ha ha, ha ha!"
Zhou Kan laughed and was full of pride.
Zhou Heng frowned. Indeed, the family has such regulations.
Although the Zhou family is the only martial arts family in Yuanshi Town, ruling more than 2000 people in the town, they have a lot of income and expenses, especially for martial arts practitioners!
Martial arts cultivation is to extract energy from food and transform it into its own true yuan force. Therefore, the warrior has a great appetite. It\'s not uncommon to eat five or six or even * * meals a day, and each meal can be equal to the food of an ordinary family of three!
This is enough to impoverish a small family!
There are nearly 400 people in the whole Zhou family. If everyone practices, even the Zhou family can\'t afford it. Therefore, the family has such a rule that those people who are not talented and suitable for practicing martial arts turn to business and support the family\'s martial artists in turn.
This sacrifice is necessary!
How can the Zhou family keep their property without strong force? There is only one result of averaging, that is the decline of the Zhou family!
Although doing business is also a contribution to the family, the world advocates force and respects strength. Once reduced to a businessman, he has no qualification to stay in the genealogy, only a little better than a servant.
Zhou Heng is only refining his body now, and he is still in the early stage. He wants to break through the meat refining environment in more than three months? This is simply wishful thinking!
No wonder Zhou Kan is so proud. If Zhou Heng goes to business, how does Zhou Dinghai look?
Looking at the villain\'s face of the other party, Zhou Heng couldn\'t help squeezing his fist tightly and wanted to blow it up!
But he held back.
The gap between the two was so big that he couldn\'t hit each other at all, but in turn gave Zhou Kan a reason to fight. At that time, he was beaten, but it was still his fault - his eldest grandfather was not a decoration.
Shinobi!
One day, he will redouble his disgrace!
Zhou Heng bypassed Zhou Kan again. This time, the other party didn\'t stop him, but just gave a series of sneers.
When he returned to his residence, Zhou Heng sat down and hit the table with a fist, his face full of anger.
After all, he is only a 17-year-old boy. He is the most passionate and impulsive age, but he has to endure the sarcasm of others day after day. Can he not be angry?
"Black sword, black sword, you have hurt me for so many years, and I don\'t expect you to have any compensation. I just ask you to be satisfied quickly and don\'t bother me any more!" Zhou Heng said in his heart. This is a stumbling block on his way of cultivation. Don\'t mention it if you don\'t cross over.
"Continue to practice!"
"Although the effect of the formula of the burning sun at night is not as good as that during the day, I must not waste a minute!"
Zhou Heng came to the yard, sat down cross legged, ran the formula of the burning sun to refine the dinner he had just eaten, and didn\'t climb into the house to sleep until he was really out of spirits.
He didn\'t want a servant. His father had been running around looking for a cure for him, and his mother died early. He had long been used to living alone.
One night later, Zhou Heng began his dull and boring day again. He endured the exposure of the hot sun and filled the hard-working Zhenyuan force with the black broken sword, which seemed to have no bottom appetite.
On the fourth morning, Zhou Heng didn\'t go to the square again.
Although sitting on that big stone absorbs the most heat and is most conducive to the cultivation of the formula of the burning sun, Zhou Heng has a feeling that the change of the black broken sword is close at hand!
He didn\'t know if there would be any strange scenes. Maybe the broken sword would float out of his body, break through the air, or burst into dazzling light. In short, he didn\'t want to take such a risk.
Although the effect of cultivating in your own yard is poor, it is not so bad today.
Zhou Heng pressed down the excitement in his heart, sat cross legged on the ground and began to practice under the hot sun.
Half an hour, an hour... Time passed bit by bit, and soon four hours have passed.
Buzz!
The black broken sword in Zhou Heng\'s Dantian trembled slightly, forming ripples and moving in his Dantian. The tremor became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a mountain avalanche and tsunami.
Every muscle of Zhou Heng trembled, as if to tear him apart, making him miserable!
"Damn it! I\'ve raised you for so many years. You really don\'t know what\'s right and what\'s wrong. You have to torture me!" Zhou Heng was cruel in his heart. He never complained to anyone in the past ten years, but the damn black sword still tortured him, which immediately made him angry!
"Give me the town!"
Zhou Heng didn\'t know what to do. He just suppressed his resentment and suppressed it with his will to the black sword.
The trembling of the black sword became weaker. Although it was not very obvious, it was indeed weak!
Zhou Hengxin is proud. Unfortunately, he can\'t practice like ordinary people, which makes him endure all the time. Some people may lose all their spirit in such silence, but Zhou Heng becomes more arrogant. He will only wait for the nine days to turn into a dragon and burst out a thousand feet of light one day!
Now this is a competition of will, which has nothing to do with strength. Finally, his pride is completely aroused!
"This is my body. You have to listen to me in my body!"
Zhou Heng roared in his heart, and his will became more and more tenacious. He ruthlessly suppressed it towards the black sword.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The black broken sword seemed unwilling to be suppressed by Zhou Heng, and began to vibrate violently again. Waves shook and opened, making Zhou Heng seem to burst!
Zhou Heng\'s heart was cold, and he fought back without showing weakness. He was determined to suppress the black broken sword.
One sword was consumed and a protracted war was launched. The black broken sword was painless, but Zhou Heng was flesh and blood. He was sweating all over. His clothes were soon completely wet, and every muscle was groaning in pain.
But for a young man who has been angry for ten years, this black broken sword is the culprit. How can he admit defeat in front of it?
He endured it for ten years. Today, he can\'t bear it!
After ten years of practicing the formula of burning sun, Zhou Heng\'s will has also been greatly tempered, so that he has the ability to carry out such a confrontation, otherwise he will faint directly in less than a minute.
Ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour!
Zhou Heng\'s body trembled and wanted to fall. At the moment, if anyone pushed him, he must fall down and faint immediately. But a string was always tight and unbroken. He worked hard to support it. His will was as hard as steel after being honed like this.
Fight is one breath!
Although the black broken sword is only a dead thing, Zhou Heng can\'t swallow it. Anyone can lose, but he can\'t lose to the thing that has hurt him for ten years!
Two hours, three hours!
Zhou Heng had already reached his limit, and he couldn\'t feel the pain of his body. It\'s not that the pain has disappeared, but that he has become numb. Even if his hands and legs are broken at the moment, he won\'t feel anything.
But his will became stronger and stronger. He suppressed the black broken sword, without any threat or concession!
The shaking of the black broken sword became weaker and weaker, and finally, it stopped shaking completely.
When it stopped completely, a dark shadow suddenly burst out from the sword, brighter than the stars and more dazzling than the sun!
Boom!
Zhou Heng\'s mind immediately emerged nine patterns, which were deeply engraved into his memory. Each pattern was constantly changing. It was a sword, constantly chopping vertically and horizontally, picking diagonally and piercing, which was extremely mysterious!
This is... Nine style sword!
This mysterious black broken sword actually taught him the nine style sword technique!
Zhou Heng couldn\'t help being stunned. He just felt incredible to the extreme! But this broken sword can live in his Dantian for ten years - maybe it existed earlier, but he didn\'t find it - such strange things have happened. What\'s strange to teach him the nine style sword technique?
Just a moment later, all the pictures were broken and turned into countless black light spots, which escaped in his mind and melted into his blood and flesh.
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The young man in the way is called Zhou Kan. He is the same age as Zhou Heng and is also seventeen years old. However, his accomplishments are much higher than Zhou Heng. He has six layers of body refining, and he can only step into the bone refining realm!
Zhou Kan\'s father\'s name is Zhou Jianming, and his qualification is also quite good. Unfortunately, Zhou Dinghai, a genius at his time! In the halo of Zhou Dinghai, Zhou Jianming naturally eclipsed. He has always been a tragic figure used as green leaf ratio.
Because of this, Zhou Jianming hates Zhou Dinghai. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he can\'t catch up with Zhou Dinghai - even if Zhou Dinghai spends most of his time looking for a magic medicine for Zhou Heng.
To his delight, his son inherited his talent and reached the sixth floor of body refining early, which Zhou Heng couldn\'t see.
Under Zhou Jianming\'s secret signal, Zhou Kan has been struggling with Zhou Heng. I don\'t know how many times this has happened.
"Big waste, why, are you deaf?" Zhou Kan said happily. It used to be because of his father\'s orders, but now it has become a habit. It seems that Zhou Heng is uncomfortable if he doesn\'t bully him every day.
Zhou Heng looked at each other coldly. This guy dared to be so arrogant because his grandfather was also a family elder!
According to the family rules of the Zhou family, as long as the cultivation reaches the blood refining environment, you can become an elder, which has nothing to do with age or generation. Once he became an elder, he entered the power center of the Zhou family, which is much higher than the power held by the symbolic owner!
Zhou Xianming, Zhou Kan\'s grandfather, is the existence of the 12th floor of body refining. He is the first master of the Zhou family and the first elder. He is in a high position! In addition, Zhou Dinghai has been looking for a "cure" for Zhou Heng all year round, so Zhou Jianming dares to instruct his son to bully Zhou Heng.
"Go away!" Zhou Heng said faintly and wanted to go around.
——The other party can show off his authority, but he doesn\'t dare to do it. After all, Zhou Heng is not a bitter child without a father!
"Big waste, your good days are coming to an end!" Zhou Kan moved at his feet and blocked Zhou Heng. "There will be a year-end celebration in more than three months. The family stipulates that those who have not entered the meat refining state at the age of 18 should be removed from the genealogy, no more cultivation, and turn to business to earn benefits for the family!"
"When you see me later, remember to cry, sir!"
"And this crotch, you have to drill if you don\'t drill! Ha ha, ha ha!"
Zhou Kan laughed and was full of pride.
Zhou Heng frowned. Indeed, the family has such regulations.
Although the Zhou family is the only martial arts family in Yuanshi Town, ruling more than 2000 people in the town, they have a lot of income and expenses, especially for martial arts practitioners!
Martial arts cultivation is to extract energy from food and transform it into its own true yuan force. Therefore, the warrior has a great appetite. It\'s not uncommon to eat five or six or even * * meals a day, and each meal can be equal to the food of an ordinary family of three!
This is enough to impoverish a small family!
There are nearly 400 people in the whole Zhou family. If everyone practices, even the Zhou family can\'t afford it. Therefore, the family has such a rule that those people who are not talented and suitable for practicing martial arts turn to business and support the family\'s martial artists in turn.
This sacrifice is necessary!
How can the Zhou family keep their property without strong force? There is only one result of averaging, that is the decline of the Zhou family!
Although doing business is also a contribution to the family, the world advocates force and respects strength. Once reduced to a businessman, he has no qualification to stay in the genealogy, only a little better than a servant.
Zhou Heng is only refining his body now, and he is still in the early stage. He wants to break through the meat refining environment in more than three months? This is simply wishful thinking!
No wonder Zhou Kan is so proud. If Zhou Heng goes to business, how does Zhou Dinghai look?
Looking at the villain\'s face of the other party, Zhou Heng couldn\'t help squeezing his fist tightly and wanted to blow it up!
But he held back.
The gap between the two was so big that he couldn\'t hit each other at all, but in turn gave Zhou Kan a reason to fight. At that time, he was beaten, but it was still his fault - his eldest grandfather was not a decoration.
Shinobi!
One day, he will redouble his disgrace!
Zhou Heng bypassed Zhou Kan again. This time, the other party didn\'t stop him, but just gave a series of sneers.
When he returned to his residence, Zhou Heng sat down and hit the table with a fist, his face full of anger.
After all, he is only a 17-year-old boy. He is the most passionate and impulsive age, but he has to endure the sarcasm of others day after day. Can he not be angry?
"Black sword, black sword, you have hurt me for so many years, and I don\'t expect you to have any compensation. I just ask you to be satisfied quickly and don\'t bother me any more!" Zhou Heng said in his heart. This is a stumbling block on his way of cultivation. Don\'t mention it if you don\'t cross over.
"Continue to practice!"
"Although the effect of the formula of the burning sun at night is not as good as that during the day, I must not waste a minute!"
Zhou Heng came to the yard, sat down cross legged, ran the formula of the burning sun to refine the dinner he had just eaten, and didn\'t climb into the house to sleep until he was really out of spirits.
He didn\'t want a servant. His father had been running around looking for a cure for him, and his mother died early. He had long been used to living alone.
One night later, Zhou Heng began his dull and boring day again. He endured the exposure of the hot sun and filled the hard-working Zhenyuan force with the black broken sword, which seemed to have no bottom appetite.
On the fourth morning, Zhou Heng didn\'t go to the square again.
Although sitting on that big stone absorbs the most heat and is most conducive to the cultivation of the formula of the burning sun, Zhou Heng has a feeling that the change of the black broken sword is close at hand!
He didn\'t know if there would be any strange scenes. Maybe the broken sword would float out of his body, break through the air, or burst into dazzling light. In short, he didn\'t want to take such a risk.
Although the effect of cultivating in your own yard is poor, it is not so bad today.
Zhou Heng pressed down the excitement in his heart, sat cross legged on the ground and began to practice under the hot sun.
Half an hour, an hour... Time passed bit by bit, and soon four hours have passed.
Buzz!
The black broken sword in Zhou Heng\'s Dantian trembled slightly, forming ripples and moving in his Dantian. The tremor became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a mountain avalanche and tsunami.
Every muscle of Zhou Heng trembled, as if to tear him apart, making him miserable!
"Damn it! I\'ve raised you for so many years. You really don\'t know what\'s right and what\'s wrong. You have to torture me!" Zhou Heng was cruel in his heart. He never complained to anyone in the past ten years, but the damn black sword still tortured him, which immediately made him angry!
"Give me the town!"
Zhou Heng didn\'t know what to do. He just suppressed his resentment and suppressed it with his will to the black sword.
The trembling of the black sword became weaker. Although it was not very obvious, it was indeed weak!
Zhou Hengxin is proud. Unfortunately, he can\'t practice like ordinary people, which makes him endure all the time. Some people may lose all their spirit in such silence, but Zhou Heng becomes more arrogant. He will only wait for the nine days to turn into a dragon and burst out a thousand feet of light one day!
Now this is a competition of will, which has nothing to do with strength. Finally, his pride is completely aroused!
"This is my body. You have to listen to me in my body!"
Zhou Heng roared in his heart, and his will became more and more tenacious. He ruthlessly suppressed it towards the black sword.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The black broken sword seemed unwilling to be suppressed by Zhou Heng, and began to vibrate violently again. Waves shook and opened, making Zhou Heng seem to burst!
Zhou Heng\'s heart was cold, and he fought back without showing weakness. He was determined to suppress the black broken sword.
One sword was consumed and a protracted war was launched. The black broken sword was painless, but Zhou Heng was flesh and blood. He was sweating all over. His clothes were soon completely wet, and every muscle was groaning in pain.
But for a young man who has been angry for ten years, this black broken sword is the culprit. How can he admit defeat in front of it?
He endured it for ten years. Today, he can\'t bear it!
After ten years of practicing the formula of burning sun, Zhou Heng\'s will has also been greatly tempered, so that he has the ability to carry out such a confrontation, otherwise he will faint directly in less than a minute.
Ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour!
Zhou Heng\'s body trembled and wanted to fall. At the moment, if anyone pushed him, he must fall down and faint immediately. But a string was always tight and unbroken. He worked hard to support it. His will was as hard as steel after being honed like this.
Fight is one breath!
Although the black broken sword is only a dead thing, Zhou Heng can\'t swallow it. Anyone can lose, but he can\'t lose to the thing that has hurt him for ten years!
Two hours, three hours!
Zhou Heng had already reached his limit, and he couldn\'t feel the pain of his body. It\'s not that the pain has disappeared, but that he has become numb. Even if his hands and legs are broken at the moment, he won\'t feel anything.
But his will became stronger and stronger. He suppressed the black broken sword, without any threat or concession!
The shaking of the black broken sword became weaker and weaker, and finally, it stopped shaking completely.
When it stopped completely, a dark shadow suddenly burst out from the sword, brighter than the stars and more dazzling than the sun!
Boom!
Zhou Heng\'s mind immediately emerged nine patterns, which were deeply engraved into his memory. Each pattern was constantly changing. It was a sword, constantly chopping vertically and horizontally, picking diagonally and piercing, which was extremely mysterious!
This is... Nine style sword!
This mysterious black broken sword actually taught him the nine style sword technique!
Zhou Heng couldn\'t help being stunned. He just felt incredible to the extreme! But this broken sword can live in his Dantian for ten years - maybe it existed earlier, but he didn\'t find it - such strange things have happened. What\'s strange to teach him the nine style sword technique?
Just a moment later, all the pictures were broken and turned into countless black light spots, which escaped in his mind and melted into his blood and flesh.