"1,800 years ago, the three ancient races, the Immortal, Chaos, and Luosha, invaded on a large scale. That day, it was our Great Qin's undying guarding the Great Wall of Stars, and then…He died in battle."
"That day, the great star collapsed and millions of corpses fell in the starry sky." The old principal's eyes flashed with great sadness and he was a little depressed.
"The undying of the Great Qin Empire used a spear to kill three ancient race undying. In the end, he was exhausted and nailed to the Great Wall.”
As he spoke, the old principal leaned over the table and did not move.
Gu Ping 'an was also silent.
After a long time, the old principal raised his head and put on a smile that was uglier than crying.
"If you have the chance in the future, you must pay your respects to that person's corpse when you go to the Great Wall of the Starry Sky…"
Gu Ping 'an's expression was shaken as he spoke with difficulty,"
"Our undying wasn't buried?”
The old principal was silent for a long time before he let out a shaky breath.
"At the last moment before that person died in battle, he fused himself with the Great Wall of the Starry Sky. He said that he wanted to add bricks and tiles to the Great Wall…"
As he spoke, he seemed to have aged a lot. He closed his eyes.
"Forget it, why am I telling you this…Go drink your wine. Training starts tomorrow.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old principal's figure disappeared in an instant. He left in a hurry, leaving only Gu Ping 'an alone.
Gu Ping 'an sat on the chair in a daze. His heart felt heavy for no reason.
It seemed peaceful…Actually, it wasn't peaceful.
There was no such thing as a peaceful life. It was just that someone was carrying the burden for you. Even if you died in battle, you couldn't return in a horse's leather.
Although he didn't know what the Great Wall of the Starry Sky looked like, he still yearned for it.
No matter what, he had to make a trip to the Great Wall and pay his respects to Great Qin's undying who had died in battle.
After a long time, Gu Ping 'an sighed softly. It was urgent to improve his strength. After all, the world was not truly peaceful.
He silently opened the ancient porcelain bottle that the old principal had given him earlier. A rich wine fragrance wafted out.
Gu Ping 'an did not savor the fragrance of the wine. Instead, he gulped it down. Big mouth.
He wanted to get drunk.
The hot and mellow wine slid down Gu Ping 'an's throat, dispelling the spring chill completely.
This is the first time the host has drunk a 200-year-old special. Offer Moutai (high-grade), cultivation increases by 15 years
The host is still in a dilemma, triggering a critical hit. Additional reward for tasting wine: Sword Move-Six Thousand Miles
Gu Ping 'an closed his eyes and restrained the surging Qi and blood in his body. He allowed the alcohol to run rampant in his body. He was already a little drunk.
He didn't care about his soaring cultivation. He just drank.
Not long after, an entire bottle of high-alcohol aged Maotai was consumed. Under Gu Ping 'an's deliberate urging, the alcohol quickly spread throughout his body, and his drunkenness became ten points.
He fell onto the sofa and fell asleep.
In his sleep, Gu Ping 'an returned to the sea of his soul.
He was sitting in the middle with a bare sword hilt beside him.
Gu Ping 'an picked up the sword hilt gently and carefully examined this quarter of the Daluo Sword Embryo. The sword hilt was engraved with some pictures of heavenly beings bowing their heads, as well as a vast and prosperous world.
Just as he was feeling a little surprised, an old coachman with a missing front tooth appeared in his spiritual world.
Gu Ping 'an put down the hilt of his sword and made a slight bow. He knew that this was the same as when the Inherited Sword opened the Heaven's Gate. He was here to teach him the Six Thousand Miles Sword Technique.
The old stableman, who had lost his front teeth, revealed a simple and honest smile on his face. He chuckled and said,
"This sword move of mine is called Sword Nine. Six Thousand Li, it doesn't have any profound sword intent, it's just an ordinary sword move.”
Gu Ping 'an nodded heavily and said softly,"
"Learn."
The old coachman gave a simple and honest smile. Then, a sword box appeared in his hand. He patted it lightly, and the sword box opened, and a long sword flew out.
Holding the sword, the old stableman grinned.
"My sword technique, Six Thousand Miles, is the wind, frost, rain, and snow of my entire body. It is the spirit of my life.”
As he spoke, he slowly and gently drew his sword.
The sword light suddenly shot into the clouds, and then suddenly hung upside down like a downpour of the Milky Way, covering six thousand miles, including the wind, clouds, rain, and snow, illuminating the day and the moon.
"Sword Nine, six thousand miles."
The old coachman sighed softly, and the river of sword qi fell into Gu Ping 'an's body.
Gu Ping 'an closed his eyes.
After an unknown period of time, when he opened his eyes again, the old coachman was no longer in the vast spiritual world.
Gu Ping 'an let out a breath of turbid air. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life and the wind and snow. He sighed softly.
"What a good move, Six Thousand Miles. It's clearly not sword intent, but it's high-spirited."
He paused and pondered for a moment. His eyes lit up.
"This sword move is about the martial world.”
In ancient times, a journey of six thousand miles was more than half of the martial world.
This sword strike was enough to destroy half of the martial world.
.................
The next morning.
Gu Ping 'an opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight on the sofa.
Every hangover would reward ten years of cultivation.
His muscles and bones trembled, and his inner Qi was generated.
Twenty-five years of basic cultivation had elevated Gu Ping 'an from a ninth-grade grandmaster to a fourth-grade grandmaster. With another five years of cultivation, he would be able to become a grandmaster of the upper three grades.
He was slightly excited. According to this progress, he would at least be able to enter the martial grandmaster realm in five days when the college entrance examination arrived. He even had the chance to enter the Marquis realm directly!
Marquis had already entered the middle three levels and could extend one's lifespan by 1,000 years. They were also known as immortal-level and could basically ignore firearms under nuclear explosions.
"You're awake?" The old principal, who was carrying a plate of fried eggs, had appeared beside Gu Ping 'an. He and Gu Ping' an looked at each other and were slightly shocked.
After a night, why did this child's eyes become more weathered?
Could it be that he had comprehended something?
The old principal couldn't help but widen his eyes.
A smile appeared on Gu Ping 'an's face as he said excitedly,"
"Principal, is this fried egg for me?”
The old principal came back to his senses and suppressed the surprise and shock in his heart. He smiled and placed the fried egg on the table.
"It's fried for you. Eat it quickly. After you're done, fight with me so I can arrange some training plans for you.”
He planned to try to help Gu Ping 'an enter the Grandmaster Realm in the remaining five days.
A Grandmaster who was only eighteen years old…The old principal became excited just thinking about it.
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