I Can’t Be a Sword God

This is an endless silver-white land, with a knife-like wind and snow blowing across it. The tens of thousands of years of icebergs were polished extremely sharp by the wind and snow, and the moonlight was scattered and turned into a haze before it hit the ground.

An old blind man with disheveled hair was standing on the top of the iceberg, looking into the distance with his empty eye sockets, as if he was waiting for something.

He was wearing a dirty ragged jacket, which seemed to be leaking everywhere, and he didn't know how he survived in this icy and snowy world.

In short, judging by his appearance and attire, if this is not a beggar, it will really be disappointing.

No one would have imagined that the Wooden King of Yanyue Sect would be such a person.

Even he himself can't think of it.

When Wooden Man Wang was young, he had only one simple ideal - he wanted to become the best carpenter in the world.

But his father disagreed.

Because their family lived in Jianjian City at that time, and there were mostly blacksmiths in Jianjian City. Blacksmiths could make weapons and swords, while carpenters could only make furniture and farm tools.

Only blacksmiths have the possibility of becoming famous, and carpenters are the existence at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

When the Wooden King said he wanted to learn how to be a carpenter, his father put him on the bench and beat him all morning.

But he doesn't like blacksmithing, he doesn't think it's art. And making wood is art.

So he wanted to do something to get his father to let him learn carpentry.

The little wooden man Wang keenly discovered that father and mother's bed always creaked and creaked at night, and after the sound every night, father always woke up with two dark circles the next day.

He felt that the bed was too noisy for his father to have a good rest, so he repaired the bed.

That night, the bed did not make any noise.

As soon as the parents moved, the bed fell into place.

Father put him on the bench and beat him all afternoon.

But there is no way, he persists, and his temper is as stubborn as wood. Out of love for his son and the expectation of a second child, his father had no choice but to send him to a carpenter in the city.

Start as a trainee, become an apprentice, and become a disciple...

He was getting impatient.

How come you are still a disciple for so long?

So I asked the master when he could become a teacher, and the master said that you can become a teacher if you can carve a flying wooden bird. He knew that the master was making things difficult for him, and the wood bird was the most difficult part in the carpenter's inheritance.

But he thought, what's so great about a flying wooden bird.

I give you the whole flying wooden dummy.

In the end, it was really created by him, and the master knelt down and sent him out of the teacher.

Of course, this is not a simple carpenter's craft, and the wind of cultivation in Sword Forging City is very strong. In addition to being a genius in carpentry, the Wooden King is also a genius in spiritual practice.

He found supernatural powers and wood skills, and he had a trick.

The wooden figurine king's reputation in Sword Forging City gradually started, and everyone knew that the wooden figurines he made could be fake and could do almost anything that a living person could do.

Women and ladies in the city came to his shop one after another.

Not long after, he was still very young and actually won the name of "Ghost Axe" in Sword Forging City by his wood skills, which was unprecedented.

At the banquet celebrating his acquisition of the ghost axe, he fell in love with a beautiful girl, the daughter of the lord of the city.

But when he proposed to the city lord while he was drunk, the city lord refused him without hesitation. Although he appreciates his talent, he still thinks that his status is not worthy of his daughter.

He went to woo the city lord's daughter again.

The answer from the city lord's daughter made him feel even colder.

"I don't like you like that."

"I like handsome ones."

This sentence directly made him doubt his life.

Why can't everyone obey their own mercy like a wooden man? He began to plan a huge conspiracy.

He created a kind of small wooden man who could attach himself to people, and he wanted to use this little wooden man to seize the entire high-rise of Sword Forging City, so that everyone would become puppets that must be manipulated by him.

This plan is quite whimsical.

But the horror is that he almost succeeded.

It's a pity that his success fell short in the end, and he was arrested under the steps. The owner of Sword Casting City felt that he was responsible for getting to this point, and wanted to save his life.

Under the strong request of his subordinates, his cultivation was still abolished. But he was still worried about his unique wood-figure supernatural powers, and gouged out his eyes before driving him out of the city.

His whole body was almost useless, only a small wooden figure remained in his pocket.

The Wooden King at that time made another terrible decision.

He let the wooden man come and take him away.

Because only in this way can he regain his strength, gain his sight...get something that can make him come back.

But the stakes are just as great, because he manipulates the wooden man. When the wooden dummy is implanted in his body, the wooden dummy will manipulate him again.

He manipulated the wooden man manipulated him...

Fortunately, he succeeded in the end, and the wooden man was completely integrated with his spirit. Although the whole person seemed to have undergone some changes, he survived anyway.

Later, he also joined the Yanyue Sect.

He has a dream.

To turn the whole world into puppets manipulated by him.

This crazy idea is too suitable to be a member of the Demon Cult.

For this dream, he began to gather strength and plan a conspiracy. Finally, with the help of the power of the Demon Soil, after some twists and turns, he obtained the most powerful physical body in the world, the Fuhuang Demon Body.

He almost wanted to give up his own body, and transplanted this wooden man who was almost fused with his soul into Fuhuang's body.

Then Fuhuang Demon Body met that little Taoist priest.

Fuck.

Thinking of this, the Wooden King couldn't help but want to scold his mother.

He didn't want to recall what happened next.

Why is there such a handsome and invincible person in the world who is invincible in attack and invincible in defense? What went wrong?

When it was discovered that Fuhuang Demon Body was completely no match for the little Taoist priest.

He realized.

The Wooden King realized that head-to-head might never be able to defeat this little Taoist priest.

He is so hard.

So he quickly thought of hijacking, and before the little Taoist came back, he easily hijacked that playboy.

Sure enough, his plan succeeded.

A smile appeared on the wooden king's face.

coming.

Reflecting the fierce wind, a figure in the distance flew towards him, and when it passed over his head, he threw down a kit, and left without stopping at all, without a trace of muddy water.

In fact, the connection between the wooden figures is not close, and they have no feelings for the main body.

Anyway, as long as you obey the order, it is enough.

The Wooden King caught the kit, took out the phoenix gall inside, held it in his hand, and felt a pure breath of power.

Is this... the immortal energy that has accumulated for countless tens of thousands of years?

Sure enough, it was an object that fell from the fairy world in legend.

The Wooden King was a little excited.

What about the little Taoist? What about Yuhuasheng? So what about Tong Wudi?

Now that the Immortal Phoenix Gallbladder is in my hands...then I am the closest person to becoming an immortal.

As long as I retreat in this place far away from the world, then none of you can find me, and no one can do anything to me.

Even if only one person becomes immortal in this world, that person can only be me.

The Wooden King wanted to laugh, but before he could laugh, he suddenly felt a little strange, just a little strange.

On the outside of the kit, there was a bell hanging, but the bell didn't ring.

"Huh?"

He picked up the bell keenly, and found that there seemed to be something stuffed inside? Take it out and look, it looks like a folded talisman?

What's this?

Open it and find that it is the most basic line follower.

Ah.

He sneered in his heart.

Is the little Taoist still thinking about finding himself in this way?

He probably didn't expect that he had long been on guard against his move. In this extremely cold place tens of thousands of miles away from the south of the Yangtze River, it is impossible for you to draw a walking amulet drawn by an immortal...

etc.

what is that?

The Wooden King raised his head, as if seeing a comet piercing the misty sky.

...

In Deyun Temple, Li Chu opened his eyes, stood up, looked at Wang Longqi, and patted his shoulder.

"I have already avenged you in advance."

"Although you are fine, you can rest in peace."