There is no distinction between day and night in the Land of Underworld. When Su Lun woke up, the gloomy gray moon was still in the sky.
After a good sleep, I felt very energetic.
Even though the hormones were running rampant and tearing apart body tissues before, it was still almost fine.
Su Lun glanced at Qianjiao, who was still sleeping soundly next to him, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This gambling-addicted young woman was really unguarded against him. Her sleeping posture with large fonts made people raise their lips.
The melee type professional needed more rest, so he didn't wake up Qian Jiao. After getting dressed, he set up a stove in the dilapidated hall and prepared to get something to eat.
The food in this cursed space cannot be eaten. Fortunately, Su Lun has prepared enough food at any time...
Having space is convenient, so you don’t have to worry about storage or not being able to fit it all in.
He took out a pile of canned beef and made a beef soup pot. Marfa's military food was better than ordinary restaurants in terms of taste and quality.
There was still snow falling outside the house, and the wind was howling.
Soon, the smell of stewed meat filled the entire hall.
Qianqiao Nose in her sleep sniffed instinctively, and without opening her eyes, her body had already sat up. The loose white cotton clothes could not hide her beautiful figure, half of the collar was loose on the shoulders, and the deep V collar What's more, the proud snow-capped peaks are half exposed and half hidden, making the sight feel smooth.
“What smells so good?”
Qian Tiao muttered something like a dream, as if he noticed something, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Then I saw Su Lun's naughty smile.
She glared angrily, and wordlessly gathered the clothes on her shoulders to cover up the leaked spring sunshine. The look in her eyes seemed to be disgusting, what's so good about this?
Su Lun didn't avoid it at all, and said with a smile: "Come to eat."
Qianjiao looked at the meat in the pot and immediately became happy. He leaned over and said, "Tsk, tsk, I know I won't be hungry if I'm with you."
Su Lun was slightly surprised when he heard this.
Isn’t it gay to prepare food when you go out?
He asked casually: "Sister Qianjo, have you ever been hungry?"
Qianjiao didn't blush at all, and admitted: "I was hungry. When I was at sea, I didn't have enough supplies, and I encountered a storm, and I couldn't even catch fish. I was hungry twice in three days and almost didn't make it ashore."
Su Lun's eyes twitched when he heard this, and then he chuckled.
Qianjiao didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, he just picked up the meat and ate it happily.
There was wind and snow blowing outside, and the two of them gathered next to the boiler to eat hot pot and chat for a while.
It's quite pleasant.
After a while, we were full of wine and food.
Both of them were still injured, so they didn't plan to run around. They just planned to stay at Sensoji Temple for a day or two.
Qianjou looked bored and stared at the wooden Buddha statues for a long time. Then he wrapped his chest in gauze, changed his clothes, and started practicing sword practice in the snow in the yard.
Su Lun walked around the "Asakusa Temple" carefully and looked at almost everything that could be identified with the omniscient eye.
But what made him slightly disappointed was that he didn't find anything special or any clues that could help them get out.
There are barren mountains all around, and there are not even any larger trees.
Fortunately, there are no ghosts approaching here, and it is quite safe.
"Swish", "swish", "swish"
The sound of sword energy breaking through the air is endless.
In the courtyard, Qian Jiao slashed again and again with a serious expression, leaving traces on the snow on the ground.
Su Lun was meditating under the eaves where the snow could not fall. He had learned a lot from the previous battle and needed time to digest the large amount of information.
This [Death and Underworld] is very different from the conventional cursed space. The NPCs are exactly the same as real people, the known maps are endless, and there are no flaws in the rules.
There are too many things that Su Lun can't figure out.
He needs a lot of time to piece together the scattered clues to see if he can find any clues to leaving here.
The two of them were busy on their own, and their time was very leisurely. It didn't look like a T-level cursed space at all.
There seems to be no time in the Land of Underworld, and the moon in the sky has not moved at all, it has always hung in that position.
After Qian Jiao was tired from training, the two of them had another hearty meal.
She was still practicing swordsmanship, Su Lun was meditating, and each was busy.
The time on the pocket watch was probably at night, when the black crow on the dead branch suddenly called out.
Su Lun opened his eyes suddenly, looked solemnly towards the outside of the temple, and shouted softly: "Someone is coming!"
Senjou also looked wary when he heard this, and asked: "Monster?"
"No. It should be a human soul."
Su Lun's eyes flashed to the scene that Black Crow had seen. It was a rickety old man in linen clothes. He was jumping on two huge tree stumps on a pole and walking slowly from the catwalk outside the temple.
Su Lun looked at the costume, guessed something, and added: "It seems to be the 'Buddha Sculptor' who stayed here before."
When Qianjo heard this, he immediately became interested and asked expectantly: "That sword master?"
"Um."
Su Lun thought it should be, and his face was slightly solemn.
The man walked in, and the soul fire he felt was much stronger than ordinary ghosts.
Moreover, the man's perception was very keen. When Su Lun found him, he saw the black crows on the branches at a glance.
When Qian Tiao heard this, he became even more interested, "Let's go! Let's go out and take a look!"
Sensoji Temple is a rare and safe place in the land of underworld, so Su Lun and his wife will not leave easily.
Moreover, Senjou was indeed very interested in the mysterious "Buddha Sculptor".
The two of them walked to the courtyard and waited for someone to come to the door.
Not long after, the old man walked in from outside the gate of the temple. He was not surprised at all that there were two more people in the ruined temple. As if he was returning to his own home, he walked in with familiarity. Then he took the bag back.
Two wooden stakes were placed under the eaves.
Su Lun sensed it and found that it was naturally a "ghost".
But judging from the strength of the soul, it is only at the fourth level and the fifth level, so it doesn't look strong. But the aura of Gujingbubo gives people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Su Lun didn't look down upon him at all. Although it is said that people will become ghosts after death and their cultivation will be restored, but he is a "Sword Master" after all.
Qianjou went up to him directly and performed a swordsman's sword-holding ceremony, "Senior, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Someone else had come to this ruined temple first, and they were really disturbing.
The old man glanced at the two of them and said calmly: "Are you the two humans who escaped from the city yesterday?"
After being told the origin, Qian Jiao didn't deny it, "Yes. Granny Aju guided us here. I'm sorry to bother you, senior."
The old man was very talkative and seemed to know that the two of them had come here to seek refuge. He did not show any ill intentions: "If you really can't find a place to stay, just stay here. This is a Buddhist temple, not my house.
It’s not a disturbance. It’s a pity that Huangquan Kingdom is not a place where living people should come. You’ve come to the wrong place.”
Seeing this attitude, Su Lun breathed a sigh of relief.
It now appears that their previous judgment was correct. This "Buddha Sculptor" is not like those evil ghosts who always want to eat living people. He seems to be able to get along with him.
The old man didn't seem to mind at all that there were two more people here. As if there was no one else around, he sat on the pony under the eaves, picked up the carving knife, and began to process the two pieces of wood he brought back. It looked like
I want to carve a new Buddha statue.
Seeing this scene, Su Lun had a very strange feeling.
As soon as the old man sat there, he seemed to instantly integrate with the surrounding environment. Just like those stone towers, wooden piles, dead trees, etc., he became a part of the environment instead of a sudden person.
It gives people the feeling of "people are in the painting".
"Is this the Holy Land?"
Su Lun murmured in his heart.
Realm cannot be measured one-sidedly by professional level, but generally speaking, "becoming a saint" is understood at the legal level as a professional level of about seventh level.
There is also poetry, magic, art, music, any way that can condense the godhead, there is such a big threshold.
Senjou on the side had obviously noticed this, and his eyes were full of reverence.
She bowed again and said bluntly: "Mr. Akutagawa, I would like to ask you for advice on kendo."
Yes, this is the famous Akutagawa Ryuichi, the only great master of swordsmanship in Yamagakure in the last twenty years who has reached the level of "Sword Master".
Senjo had noticed that the sword meanings left on the wooden Buddha sculptures in the main hall were very familiar. After comparing them, he discovered that they were almost the same as the sword meanings on the engraved knives given by the blind female harpist he met in Edo Castle.
Qianjo came to Shanyin Country for this person.
Unfortunately, this Akutagawa Ryuichi has passed away.
But coincidentally, I met his dead soul in the land of hell.
The old man was not surprised at all when he heard Qianjou's words.
He glanced at the sword marks in the courtyard and saw that they were practicing the "Akutagawa Itto Style" slashing. He said calmly: "Since Xiaoxun gave you the carving knife to the person she chose, naturally she won't
Poor."
As soon as these words came out, Su Lun breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he said this, he suddenly shook his head and changed the topic: "But the one-sword style is not used like that."
Su Lun on the side listened to these words and looked slightly sideways. Qian Jiao's swordsmanship is not bad, and the "Great Swordsman" can be considered a master anywhere. But in the old man's tone, he sounded like a newbie of swordsmanship.
Are apprentices generally miserable?
He was also curious about how strong the so-called "Sword Master" was.
When Qianjo heard this, he didn't feel that he had lost face by being denied. Instead, he was overjoyed and said, "Senior, please give me some advice."
Since the old man said this, he is determined to teach the way of swordsmanship.
Akutagawa Ryuichi's reaction seemed to be slow like that of an octogenarian.
Hearing this, he seemed to take a moment to react. He put down the carving knife in his hand slowly, looked at the knife in Qianjou's hand, and asked: "Are you confused about your current state? Obviously the weapon
You are already very good, your sword skills have been honed to the point where it is difficult to make breakthroughs, but you still feel weak when encountering high-level enemies?"
"Yes! I would like to ask senior to clarify my doubts."
Qian Tiao looked startled, and these words revealed her biggest confusion.
She suffered a big loss in yesterday's battle.
Facing [Shuten Doji]'s Red Lotus Demonic Fire, she was not inferior in skill or sword, but instead of taking advantage, she almost died there. She knew very well that her kendo understanding was not worthy of her.
This knife is so sharp that it cannot exert the power that the twelve famous swords should have.
Moreover, it is more difficult to chop the spirit body. Apart from burning the spirit body with the demonic sword's own demonic energy, it is difficult for the sword energy to cause effective damage.
She knew what the problem was, and she needed to use kendo to condense her domineering energy.
But I don’t know how to break through.
Taking that step forward is just extraordinary after all.
The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything about kendo, but looked at the sword with a white scabbard in Senjou's hand: "The sword in your hand is the Onimaru Hyakume Munemasa, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, he asked and answered himself: "I have also taken this hell demon weapon. It's a pity that it doesn't want to recognize me as its master. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands, but it's fate."
Qianjou was slightly surprised, what a coincidence?
"it's fate"
The old man's tone was a little sad. When he saw the knife, he felt like he was meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
To be honest, it can be regarded as the difference between life and death.
I didn't expect to see him again in Huangquan.
After pondering for a moment, his turbid eyes flashed with a flash of light casually, and he asked: "Then have you ever seen the scene of hell under this knife?"
Qian Tiao said seriously: "I've seen it before. It's shocking."
The old man smiled noncommittally, as if he had just entered the topic, and asked: "Then what do you think your swordsmanship is?"
Hearing this, Qian Tiao's eyes seemed to burst with extremely sharp sword light, and she said firmly: "After I draw my sword, I can open mountains, cut off rivers, split seas, and kill ghosts and gods."
When the old man heard this, he shook his head: "The swordsmanship is good, but that is not your kendo. The kendo is the courage in your heart. Before drawing the sword, I thought you were holding something in your hand. Your kendo is
What."
"this"
Hearing this, Qian Tiao's eyes fell into confusion.
She shook the Demon Sword Zongzheng in her hand and seemed unable to understand. After thinking about it, she asked: "Senior, what is your swordsmanship?"
"mine?"
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the old man's old face, and his aura suddenly became unfathomable.
As he spoke, he took the carving knife in his hand and made a gesture of drawing it out, saying: "Like you, I also cultivate the path of hell."
A great swordsman and a swordmaster were discussing the art of swordsmanship. Su Lun was still far behind in his current realm, and he was confused after hearing this.
What's more, this is no longer a "technical" level topic, and it may not be beneficial to listen to it in advance.
While Su Lun was listening, he was also tinkering with his alchemy.
But as soon as the old man said these words, the harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed.
Suddenly, Su Lun suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.
Just like when I was in the city before and was surrounded by countless evil ghosts, I felt the oppressive feeling of facing a desperate situation.
Su Lun turned his head and looked over, with a complicated expression: What a terrifying momentum!
before my eyes,
not far away.
The old man held the handle of the carving knife backwards, as if slowly drawing out a long sword.
It is obviously an inconspicuous carving knife, but it seems to be more terrifying than Senjou's aura when he draws out the demon sword Munemasa, giving people an indescribable terrifying pressure. With every inch he pulls out, his aura becomes stronger.
And behind him, it seemed that people could see a sea of blood.
Akutagawa Ryuu's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, "When I draw my sword, it will be hell."
It was such an understatement, but it sounded like thunder in my ears, "This is my way of swordsmanship."
On the one hand, he is a Buddha, and on the other hand, he has a monstrous murderous intention that can make rivers of blood flow from hell.
There is Buddha in the heart and hell behind the back.
Even Su Lun, a layman in swordsmanship, vaguely felt that he had understood something. He looked at the wooden Buddha sculptures behind Akutagawa Ryuichi and understood something.
It seems to be talking about swords, but more about "Tao".
Qianjiao's face changed drastically when she heard this, as if she had seen a scene that shocked her extremely.
She just stood there blankly.
It's been a long time since I recovered from the shock.
Qianjou stood in the yard as if someone had cast a restraining spell on him.
A quarter of an hour, an hour, half a day without moving.
There was heavy snow floating in the sky, gradually accumulating a thick layer on her shoulders.
Su Lun has always been paying attention to her state. Looking at her, it always feels like she has fallen into a very strange state like when she tamed the demon sword Zongzheng before. She seems to be a butterfly struggling to break out of the cocoon.
However, Su Lun also knew that he could not help.
He was not idle either, so he sat on the floor next to Akutagawa Ryuichi, who was carving a wooden Buddha statue, got a little closer, and then asked: "Mr. Akutagawa, do you know the master of the Underworld?"
Now that he has met a deceased person who can communicate well, he will naturally not miss any opportunity to leave this space.
