Chapter 1652 How big is the heart, how big is the stage
This mountain looks like an ordinary stone mountain. Except for its height and the fact that there are about a hundred broad-backed swords stuck in the mountain, there is nothing eye-catching about it. It is bare from top to bottom. Any kind of vegetation, the pitch black color of the mountain is a bit scary, making people feel like they want to fall in even after just one glance.
"The swords inserted in the mountain are all left behind by our people in the end of the mountain. Some of them died in battle, some did not survive the tribulation, and some have reached the end of their lifespan. What's more, they are no longer in the Cave Heaven Paradise. When After the ancestors of Mountain End passed away in various ways, their swords would fly back to Mountain End and be inserted back into the mountain. We, the descendants, would come to match and choose one of our favorites. The sword... So this mountain is called Jianzhong Mountain, and it is regarded as the holy mountain and sacred mountain of our End Mountain."
"After arriving at the end of the mountain, your uncle, your senior brother, and I all came to the Jianzhong Mountain to pick up our own swords. This broad-backed sword is also the symbol of the end of the mountain. Seeing the sword is like seeing the end of the mountain. people."
Xiang Que understood that the old man had asked him to come and get the sword, but he felt that he couldn't fly even if he took the sword, and then he had to carry a broad-backed sword that might weigh over a hundred kilograms, so once When I think about it, I feel a little uninterested, too heavy, and too cumbersome.
The old Taoist glanced at him and said calmly: "I have taken out Bai Qi's remnant soul. If you take a sword from the mountain, I can seal Bai Qi's remnant soul in it and put the sword on his body. You will undoubtedly have one more way to save your life."
When Xiang Que heard this, he immediately said cautiously with his hands behind his back: "If you want to say that, then just take a handful."
Xiang Que's eyes were a little bright. How should I put it? After arriving at Molu Mountain, he really didn't have many ways to save his life. After all, when he was in the Yin and Yang Realm of Feng Shui, they only had a few fighting methods in Gujing Temple. Soul, Nine-Character Mantra Sword Technique, as well as the three major mudra of the gods to invite the ancestors and move the mountain, open the mountain, and support the mountain, it sounds a little shabby, especially the divine attack technique of Gujing Guan, which takes too much energy and blood to perform, he Now he can only invite him twice in a row. If the ancestor he invites is too strong or too old, he may reach the top in one go. So when he heard that Bai Qi's remnant soul was enough to be sealed into this sword again, he felt The sword doesn't seem to be that heavy anymore.
The old Taoist is such a thief. How can he not know what thoughts his disciple has in his mind? When he saw Xiang Que's reaction, he immediately laughed.
"Where are we going?" Xiang Que asked, raising his head.
"It's very simple. Just draw the sword. Whichever sword you pull out is yours... The higher the sword is inserted, the deeper the path of the ancestor who has used it."
"What about the one at the top?"
The old Taoist cupped his hands and said with a longing look on his face: "Throughout the ages, no one from Mount Molu has ever pulled out that sword. That sword only recognizes one person, and that is the third generation ancestor of our Gujing Temple."
"Where are the swords of the first two generations of ancestors? Why are they not there..."
The old Taoist said very normally: "The two of them don't need to use swords!"
Xiang Que eagerly asked: "Is there any explanation or tips for drawing the sword? You can't just pull it out after passing by, right?"
"No, it all depends on chance. The higher the sword, the deeper the cultivation level of the person who has wielded it. The sword I picked up about a hundred meters from the top of the mountain, your senior brother's is about one hundred and fifty meters. As for your senior uncle, he is a bit special. It was taken just a few feet away from the top of the mountain. Haha, all the people in Molu Mountain came to pay their respects. Master said that this may be caused by Yu Qiuyang's way of proving the Tao through battle. His behavior People are too domineering and their energy and blood are too fierce. Except for the one on the top of the mountain, Yu Qiuyang might be able to suppress the other swords..."
The old Taoist paused for a moment and said no more, then said: "Knowing too much will do you no good, so go ahead."
Xiang Que said "Oh", and then walked towards Jianzhong Mountain without any nonsense. After reaching the foot of the mountain, there was a sword not far up. The sword was similar to the broad-backed sword used by the old Taoist and his uncle.
The appearance is slightly different. This one is a bit black and covered with rust, which is too inconspicuous.
"So ugly!" Xiang Que curled his lips and walked up without even looking down, feeling disgusted all the way.
The old Taoist looked at him at the foot of the mountain and sighed: "You have such a big heart."
As Xiang Que went all the way up, the old Taoist said that he was really ambitious. Hearing that Zhu Chungang, Yu Qiuyang and Qi Changqing all drew their swords above the mountainside, he felt that as a disciple of Gujing Temple, he could not lag behind.
Oh, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
I can draw the sword, but it must be on top!
After passing halfway up the mountain, the broad-backed sword stuck in the mountain looked darker, and its shape was much larger. It looked like a big piece of iron, but the closer it was, the more obvious it was.
I could feel the churning blood energy and biting evil energy coming from the sword. This sword had drank a lot of blood in the hands of the Mountain Doom people.
Xiang Que looked up and saw that there were fewer swords as he went up. He felt that it was almost two hundred meters away from the top of the mountain and it was time to pull out a sword.
"Pah!" Xiang Que stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword in front of him. He took a deep breath and lifted it up, but the sword did not move at all. Most of it was inserted into the mountain and could not be pulled out at all.
Xiang Que let go of his hand and simply gave up. He walked a few steps to the side, then took another one, but still didn't move at all, and kept walking.
Ten minutes later, Xiang Que was sweating on his forehead. He pulled out seven or eight broad-backed swords in a row, but failed to pull out each one. But at this time, he had already walked through the big road.
Where the senior brother drew his sword, there were not too many swords further up, there were probably about twenty or so. Xiang Que definitely did not think that he was a talented person with outstanding qualifications. On the contrary, he had always known
, I am not as good as Qi Changqing, and my understanding is not very strong. The senior brother can only draw his sword here, and his chances of advancement may be slim.
Therefore, Xiang Que felt a little embarrassed and anxious. If the sword couldn't be pulled out, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing to turn around and go back?
Xiang Que wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to pull it out a few more times.
Zhu Chungang clasped his hands behind his back at the foot of the mountain, with a look of hatred on his face: "You are so big-hearted, why don't you try it at the foot of the mountain first? Now that you are fine, it will be difficult to get off the tiger, right?"
"The bigger the heart, the bigger the stage. It's not a bad thing." Suddenly a person came up behind Zhu Chungang. This person was wearing a worn-out robe and gown, with hunched shoulders and folds on his face that could squeeze a fly to death.
Zhu Chungang just turned around, immediately bent down and saluted, and said: "I have seen the Grand Master!"