In Lingyu Mountain, Xu Xiaoshou stared at the Fusang battlefield, while twitching and looking back at the eight acquaintances beside him.
The enlightenment of the world of mortals is still going on.
He barely adapted to this rhythm of memory.
After the Yi Dao Pan transcends Taoism, its mental power is tempered to become extremely powerful.
At this time, Xu Xiaoshou has been able to bear the memory while dissociating himself, extracting himself from the "memory conflict".
There must be something going on over there.
Of course, this is not the good situation I imagined.
People who are not dead, but have been living through these life scenes that are not their own, can only be because they were poisoned by the Holy Emperor Qianshi after entering Qianshi.
Did Holy Emperor Qianshi have good intentions or bad intentions?
Xu Xiaoshou had no way of knowing the inside story, and after receiving Guizu's advice, he didn't want to do anything anymore, so he could only choose to accept the situation.
In short, the current situation is relatively "good", and Jinren should be the only one suffering...
"Then let's keep at a stalemate!"
Putting aside the matter for the time being, Xu Xiaoshou took out the Death Scythe.
While he was dealing with the various conditions of the human world, he was thinking about the relationship between so many lives and "reincarnation".
He was so overwhelmed by the memory that he felt something.
He was thinking that if these life scenes were interpreted as infinite reincarnations of the same person in the same time and space, the "gift" of Holy Emperor Qianshi and the "reincarnation" insights in the Death Scythe of the Ghost Ancestor would seem to be connected. go?
"Is it a coincidence?"
Of course, Xu Xiaoshou will not abandon himself because of this, and truly take himself as the protagonist in all worldly perceptions, so as to practice reincarnation.
He asked the eight masters about the way of "reincarnation" and the various cultivation methods and precautions of "reincarnation".
It's a pity that the Eight Masters always had answers to his questions before.
Now whenever someone asks me a question, the only answer I can give is:
"You, give it a try?"
When the twin powers of the Death God's Scythe and Qianshi Holy Emperor came over, Xu Xiaoshou had two doubts about himself.
In other words, this puzzlement has already existed, but now he is qualified to take a peek.
That is his biggest secret, and it is impossible to tell outsiders.
First, he still doesn’t know how he came to the Holy God Continent after his death in the previous life. What is the unexplainable “time and space travel”?
Now it seems that "reincarnation", "reincarnation", etc. can become a more realistic answer?
The second is that he still doesn’t know what the existence essence of a passive system is.
But looking at the various great disks he has built, almost all of them are related to the Tenth Ancestor and the power of the Tenth Ancestor. Is this a coincidence?
Xu Xiaoshou didn't know.
He felt that he reached out and touched the layer of film that covered the secrets that he could not see clearly or notice before.
He can't poke it through.
But I believe that by naming a god as an ancestor, you can reveal your biggest secret.
Rubbing the extremely beautiful Death's Scythe in his hand, Xu Xiaoshou was still hesitating whether he should use it to understand the "Tao Disk of Reincarnation".
But Guizu also said that the next time we meet, maybe He is not Him anymore - what if he realizes it and sees Him?
Xu Xiaoshou suppressed his impulse for the time being and planned to digest all the human world first.
He returned to the matter of Fusang and asked the Eight Masters:
"I don't think I've ever heard you say, what is the fundamental reason why the Holy Slave has collected famous swords over the years?"
There are not many people in Lingyu Mountain at the moment.
Yang Lao has already said goodbye. After all, he is not a Saint Slave. He is not a member of the First Floor of Heaven and does not intend to get involved in these two whirlpools.
The rest, Li Fugui and Meisi people, are all our own people.
When Xu Xiao was asked what to say, he didn't have much scruples.
Li Fugui was very excited. It was the first time that he had touched upon this highest-level secret. This was the highest meeting between the first floor of the sky and the holy slaves.
He asked for permission symbolically.
Master Shou waved his hand to indicate that he didn't have to leave, so Li Fugui sat down with peace of mind, covered his ears and began to listen carefully.
"The fate of the ancestors."
Bazun doesn't know much.
After saying a few words, Li Fugui's ears twitched and his face showed a strange expression.
Famous sword twenty-one, related to the fate of the ancestor god?
He glanced at Mr. Si Ren out of the corner of his eye and saw that he had a confused look on his face. Then he looked back at Mr. Shou, who was also puzzled:
"Speak clearly."
Only Mr. Shou dared to speak like this to Mr. Bazun Shu, but the latter was not angry. He was communicating with his peers... Li Fugui felt more and more that Mr. Shou was very important to Mr. Bazun Shu. people!
The eight statues stood in the center of the barren stone circle on Lingyu Mountain, still breathing sword thoughts all over their bodies. In a calm tone, he told Li Fugui the earth-shattering secret:
"I've been to Jianlou."
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly grew bigger.
Bazun looked at him, but shook his head:
"But not in the way you think."
"In an unconscious state of enlightenment, I wandered around the world and was attracted by the traces of an ancient sword."
"All the sword cultivators in this world are weaker than me - among the ancient sword cultivators, I know the sword intent of Hua Weiyang, the great sword saint, and I have seen the sword intent of Feng Wuhen, the divine sword inherited from the sword pavilion. The only one that can still attract me , and what I don’t know is that only the sword god Gulouying is left.”
It involves the Sword God... Li Fugui swallowed hard.
He carefully glanced at Mr. Siren and saw that he had a calm face and actually agreed with Bazun's words. He felt that he was also number one!
Li Fugui suddenly felt that he was in the wrong circle.
What they are talking about is ancient and modern, and what they are talking about is ancestors and gods, and yet I, a mere Li Fugui, can actually listen in?
Glancing at Mr. Shou, Mr. Shou did not speak, but also listened attentively.
These mysterious things like traveling in the world are not credible at all when they come from other people's mouths. Master Bazunzun said this, but Li Fugui took it for granted.
"My heart flies away on a crane, just to pursue the sword god's sword intention."
"After traveling through the vastness of time and space, I finally saw a lonely building in an unknown place."
"The lonely tower has no moon, no shadow, and nothing else. It is left with only vicissitudes of life, loneliness, and rejection of others."
"I refused to leave, so I came to the building and knocked on the door to invite me in."
Xu Xiaoshou was so attracted by this mysterious and bizarre story that he forgot everything about Fu Sang for the time being, including what his own problem was.
Bazun's expression was full of reminiscence, and his memory seemed to be blurred.
He paused for a long time before he could recall something and continued:
"Not long after, the door of the lone tower was slightly opened, and out of the darkness, an octogenarian man came out, holding a little girl of three or four years old in his hand."
"The old man asked me my name, told the truth, asked me about my purpose, and told me all about it. He was an ancient sword cultivator whose cultivation was not inferior to mine, but he seemed very polite. He invited me into the building."
"I refused."
As expected of you... Xu Xiaoshou thought that if it were him, he would have to go in and have a cup of tea, and then come out after satisfying his curiosity.
Before Bazun knew the story, he was already interested in Liu Fuyu's invitation.
Maybe if I have a chance, I have to go to the Jianlou.
It’s not the kind of wandering around in the world, but coming here in person!
Li Fugui was also pondering. His thoughts were a little wandering and he was not on the topic.
The old man is the guardian of the sword tower of the generation of the Eight Masters, so the little girl he is holding is Liu Fuyu?
Li Fugui hesitated to speak, but did not dare to ask.
There's no room for him to interrupt here, so it's good to be able to listen in.
"What happened next?"
It was also the first time for the people of Meisi to hear Bazunsheng talk about these things. The paper fan was shaken so fast that the ink words on it were about to come out:
Don't be shy!
The Eight Masters still continue to release sword thoughts, controlling the number of ghosts in the ghost and Buddha world, and at the same time infer the arrival time of the Hua Chang Lantern.
He thought for a moment, but his eyes became more confused:
"The old man set up a tea table outside the building and chatted with me for a long time. It may have been thousands of years since the Jianlou was visited by strangers. He was extremely enthusiastic."
"But I can't remember much of what we talked about now. I only know that I learned about the ten ancestors at the sword tower and the whereabouts of the sword ancestor's 'ancestral god's fate'."
Xu Xiaoshou nodded unconsciously. Is it related to the famous sword twenty-one?
He remembered that there was a legend about famous swords. After collecting them together, they could summon gods... uh, miracles?
In short, if someone can collect twenty-one famous swords, "big things" will happen.
But what this great event was, there is no record in the world.
Because from ancient times to the present, no one has been able to do it.
"Collecting all the twenty-one famous swords and all the Heavenly Solutions may be able to summon the 'ancestral god's fate' left by the sword ancestor in the world, but I can't remember the details."
"After that, I gave the order of 'Gathering Swords' to the Holy Slave. It was regarded as a casual move. The person responsible for its execution is Xiao Kongtong."
Li Fugui was stunned when he heard this.
The destiny of the ancestor god is also a free game. He is truly worthy of the Eight Masters.
"It seems that you have no intention of contracting the fate of the Sword Ancestor God, so why do you want to collect these twenty-one famous swords?" Mei Siren frowned.
The eight wise men looked at the old gentleman:
"Want to take a look."
Several people were silent.
If the eight masters take a look, it must be more than just a simple look.
Perhaps he just wanted to get a glimpse of the whole process of the Sword God's path from the destiny of the ancestor god, and then take the essence and discard the dross and turn it into his own use.
Since this old man also wants to take the road from two to one, from one to zero, he must not be able to follow the old path of the sword god and become a god and ancestor according to the destiny of the ancestor god.
His ambition is not less than when he was young, but even more unbridled and arrogant!
"What else?"
Xu Xiaoshou was not only curious about the famous sword twenty-one, but also about the destiny of the ancestor god.
He was even more interested in the "things about the ten ancestors" that Ba Zunzhen said: "Tell us about the ghost ancestors?"
Bazun lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the Death Scythe in his hand, and chuckled: "Here in my place, there is no good or evil, good or bad. I can't give you the answer to what you want to ask, but I want to ask you something else.
A question."
Xu Xiaoshou raised his chin: "But it doesn't matter."
"Are you on the wrong path to the Tenth Ancestor?"
Bazun said something familiar, and the three people present fell silent again.
He didn't seem to be expecting Xu Xiaoshou's answer, and said again: "What do you think the holy demons, medicine ghosts, and evil spirits are still insisting on so far?"
Shit stirrer?
Like me, muddying the waters?
In the past, Xu Xiaoshou would have said this jokingly, but this time he really thought about it seriously and said:
"Their journey is not over yet, are they still continuing?"
Bazun shook his head noncommittally: "I don't know."
You ignorant old man! Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes and was about to speak.
The Eight Masters knew well: "The answers to all questions will come to light when you become a god and an ancestor - this is what the old man said at that time and what I said, and I will give it to you now."
Sure enough, at the end of the road, you still have to rely on yourself.
But I heard that the Eight Lords are familiar with this meaning. Everything the holy demons, medicine ghosts, and evil spirits do are still struggling for the "path" that they have not completed.
That means...
After this, everyone will take action?!
Xu Xiaoshou had a headache and changed the subject: "Hua Changdeng, how do you plan to solve it?"
"I'll take care of it."
"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
The Eight Masters still did not give a direct answer: "You know that the sky is full of wisdom and almost demonic, so why have you not dared to surface for so long? Cao Yihan is extremely talented, so why have you not dared to take that step for a long time?"
"Why?"
"Because they are all the same as me. They are either good at situations or fighting, but they only make achievements in a certain way."
This wording is too modest. It's not even close to reaching the top, Li Fugui thought to himself.
Bazun said knowingly and pointed at Mei Siren: "Mr. Siren is good at teaching swordsmanship."
He then pointed at Li Fugui, who was thinking a little too far away: "This person... is good at strategy. If he were not limited by his combat power, he might be on par with Dao Qiongcang..."
Li Fugui immediately came to his senses and was so flattered that he stood up and said "I don't dare".
"One or two." Ba Zunshui added.
...that’s enough!
Li Fugui didn't expect that in the eyes of the Eight Masters, he could actually be comparable to one or two of the Taoist Palace Masters. This was really a great honor!
The eight masters continued: "Without sleeves, water ghosts are also good at layout. This is not my specialty. Without them, the Holy Slave would not be able to make it today."
"How much water a wooden barrel can hold depends on its shortcomings, and we are born with limitations, but you are different."
He fixedly looked at Xu Xiaoshou: "You are well versed in all things, you are an excellent strategist, you are not weak in battle, and you are not inferior to the sky in planning. You are more suitable than me to deal with the end game."
"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou felt the pressure because it was the first time he didn't give Ba Zun's rainbow fart a thumbs up.
Ba Zun smiled knowingly: "So I said, leave Hua Chang Deng to me, but the major ancestral gods that follow, their layouts, plots, and back-up plans for thousands of years, you have to detect them one by one.
, deal with it carefully."
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils trembled, "What the hell are you talking about, old man?"
"And you?"
He didn't want to face everything alone.
The Eight Lords are familiar with this sword. If it can kill Hua Changdeng and use it to deal with the next ancestor gods, it will be the best choice.
"Don't take it for granted, Xu Xiaoshou."
Bazun smiled helplessly, pointed at the rock on the ground, and while sketching with his sword, a nineteen-way chess game was quickly carved out.
"In a game of chess, if there is a 'variable' that attracts your attention as a chess player, and it goes unscrupulous and kills everyone, what will you do?"
Xu Xiaoshou said to his heart, isn’t that me?
In the past, this was the only thing I did.
But now, he is a chess player that the Eight Masters are familiar with, so he naturally has to use the thinking of a chess player and said without thinking:
"Make a game, pick it out."
Do I choose myself?
After Xu Xiaoshou finished speaking, he still didn't understand what the eight masters meant.
But I saw the latter staring at the chessboard for a long time, wondering what he was thinking, and finally laughed:
"Xu Xiaoshou, you are still too young."
"The only variable that has been targeted in the chess game of becoming gods and ancestors for decades is me, so when I draw my sword, I will attract their attention." The eight gods looked serious.
As soon as he said this, Li Fugui, a native of Meisi, lost all color on his face.
There was no fool present. After hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou's expression also changed: "Are you going to die?"
"What do you think?"
"Then what do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou hated showing off.
"The chosen chess piece will no longer attract attention, and our young chess piece, which is far more intelligent than me and has not yet attracted their attention, can successfully take over the plate of the Holy Slave and start strategizing."
The Eight Deities are well versed in the Tao.
"Me?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened and he pointed at himself. He never thought that he was so important in the eyes of Bazun Shu.
The eight masters flicked their sleeves and gently broke up the chess game. They looked at the young man in front of them with a smile. They stared at him for a long time and saw that people's hearts were hairy before saying: