"Golden bottles and jade cups made by immortals are given as gifts to fellow cultivators."
"No matter how good your future is, I'll relieve you of your worries."
The Linghu Lake expands far away, encompassing all the lakes and seas, and practitioners from all over the Holy Continent can hear this sound.
And when he looked up, there was no need to rely on the palm apricot preaching scene this time. Everyone could see the eight busts of acquaintances in white robes. They raised their glasses in the sky and took the lead in drinking the wine with a smile.
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"Wow!"
Let’s not talk about the intention of this move.
The sincerity of his feelings and the boldness of his spirit have taken the lead in igniting the emotions of everyone in the five regions and raising them to the highest level.
"I'll give you some milk from heaven, and the Eighth Sword Immortal will give me some wine?"
"Ah? I have a share, too? But don't all ancient sword cultivators abstain from drinking alcohol? Why did Ba Zun know that he broke the precept first?"
"Hahaha, I just broke through the innate sword sense yesterday, and I was recognized by the Eighth Sword Immortal. I am an ancient sword cultivator!"
"This wine... is good wine! It is indeed a fairy brew, it is really a good wine! It has a mellow taste, strong and domineering, cough... cough cough! This is how a man should be!"
"Did you all drink? Isn't that bad? I practice swordsmanship. I heard that drinking makes people mess with swords. It has been more than thirty years since I stopped drinking... Hiss! Good wine! Enjoyable!"
"Haha, what a 'regardless of the future, I will relieve you of your worries'. What a bullshit drinking habit. I also broke it today, so I'll do it first as a token of respect!"
In fact, it is difficult for any other place in the five regions, or even one clan or another, to have a glass of wine. After all, there are still mostly spiritual refiners in each place.
But places like the Sword Burial Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Fengjia City, etc. are all places where ancient sword cultivators gather.
At that time, the sky was full of golden bottles appearing out of thin air, the city was filled with the fragrant smell of alcohol, and the Eight Masters were the first to drink it all...
The Eighth Sword Immortal gives wine!
Who dares not to give this face?
Even at the beginning, ancient sword cultivators from all over the country were hesitant, especially the ancient sword cultivators from the Eastern Region. Most of them knew this sentence mentioned by the Eight Masters in the early days:
"Drunken swords, swords chaos."
At that time, Gu Jianxiu followed suit and insisted on abstaining from alcohol for decades, but now he is hesitant.
But today, the Eighth Sword Immortal takes the initiative to break the precept, which is nothing more than a statement to the world: don't mention the past, and focus on the present.
"Was it wrong in the past?"
When strong alcohol enters your mouth and burns your throat.
It is not only the person's mouth, tongue and esophagus that are burned, but also the unswerving will of the ancient sword cultivators.
"If you are not worried about the future, please comfort your heart first. I understand! I understand the Eighth Sword Immortal's hard work!"
"With this glass of wine, he wants to tell us that strict rules and regulations are not enough. Those who practice swordsmanship should cultivate their true heart first. If we insist on insisting on 'drunk with wine, swords will mess with people', aren't we also trapped by this commandment?"
"The Buddha without God, not only the God Buddha without God, but also the so-called conventions in the world, may be wrong, even if it was first proposed by the Eight Masters!"
"Brother, what you said makes sense, but Bazun knows that it is respect to do something first, so I choose to forgive him."
"Okay! You have forgiven Bazun, and I also forgive Bazun!"
"Ah? You all forgive me? Then I forgive you too!"
"Then I also..."
After not joining the world for thirty years, once he joined the world, he took the lead in denying his past self in front of the five realms.
In fact, not many people know whether this is good or bad, and they are too lazy to delve into it.
Everyone only knows that the golden bottle is the leader, and the eight nobles know how to reward their faces. The most noble wine I have ever drunk in my life may be this cup.
If you still hold it, you are really stupid!
If there is wine to drink, after hesitating, drink it all in one gulp.
But after all, the number of ancient sword cultivators in the Five Realms was small, and those who had no alcohol to drink, when they saw the ancient sword cultivators who were always at the rear of the crane, they all started to cheer boldly, and their eyes started to spit fire.
"Isn't it just a glass of wine? If you do it like this, I think you will even chew the glass into your stomach. What's the matter?"
"Haha! What kind of fairy home brew is this? It must have been stored for a long time. I know it's sour even without tasting it!"
"The eight masters have no pattern. Why do you only give them to the world's ancient sword cultivators? He also practices Taoism, and I also practice Taoism. Why don't you give it to me, a fellow Taoist?"
"Then I choose Huachangdeng!"
"You choose Huachang Deng? Then I will choose Huachang Deng too!"
"No, why did you choose Huachangdeng? Huachangdeng didn't even give Gu Jianxiu wine..."
…
Ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.
Xu Xiaoshou did not expect that the Eight Masters could bring a glass of wine into the building and present it in front of him.
He is bargaining with Kong Yuhen!
He can give him the Gate of Reincarnation. After all, it is not a bad thing to have spare time to gather six gates and reshape the current situation.
As for the Origin True Blade: War, the Origin True Blade: Dragon, he got them all, and the Origin True Blade: Heaven, he also got it from Demon Ancestor.
Origin Zhenjie: The sword seems to be still in the sword tower. Yutu seems to have seen it before?
The origin of the four ancestors of reincarnation, Zhenjie, has been taken.
As for Jianlou, Xu Xiaoshou also plans to go there with Liu Fuyu in the future, so it will be decided after this battle!
As for those ancestors who were still alive, he didn't dare to make that idea.
Xu Xiaoshou had to beg for money when the rest of them didn't know if they had the original true Jie in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower.
Kong Yuhen didn't make it clear that he didn't have it, but he didn't show it.
Xu Xiaoshou wanted Xing Yuhen to accompany him to the long river of time, and meet with the War Ancestor, the Tian Ancestor, and the Dragon Ancestor. He would first finalize the incarnations of the three great ancestral gods, and then talk about the "Original True Boundary: Time".
The bargaining was going on fiercely, and the two parties were arguing so much that they both felt like they were stingy. The Eight Masters came out to give away drinks!
"Didn't you go out to fight?"
This bust of the old man in white robe, should I say it, is extremely arrogant - he obviously wasn't wearing this kind of clothes when he left the building, when did he change it?
Changing costumes while running through a time rift?
And even if you give me wine, just listen to this useless poem - so capable of writing poetry? Just write it as soon as you go out, and then give it to everyone in the world?
"No, how can you be so good at pretending..."
Xu Xiaoshou bared his teeth and stared at the glass of wine in front of him. He grabbed it and poured it into the air: "I haven't left the building for a while, why are you making so much noise outside?"
The eight deities remained silent and just offered him wine.
This is the first person in the five realms who doesn't give him face.
The first glass was spilled, which triggered a hidden easter egg - his bust did not disappear in time, and he handed over the second glass of wine with a smile, and he was still able to speak:
"Master Shou, I know it's you. I don't have time to talk to you anymore. Just drink this cup."
Why?
Xu Xiaoshou chewed on the four lines of the bad poem, whether it should be said or not, it was actually quite good for the purpose of debut, mainly because it was enough to attract public attention...
He grabbed the golden cup, but did not pour it out this time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me a poem. I will use it when I go out later. I will respect you with this cup, respectfully."
The eight busts of Master became even dimmer, and it was clear that time was running out: "Master Shou, I can lend you the name of your sword, please give me a helping hand."
Borrowing a name?
At this point, Xu Xiaoshou came out of his jealousy and finally realized what this coquettish old man was doing.
He chuckled: "A glass of wine and a poem."
Bazunzun opened his mouth, but now he couldn't even speak. His figure disappeared and turned into flying smoke.
"Hey! Are you going to die now?"
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, why are you so weak?
He hurriedly drank the wine in the glass: "Here's to you! Here's to you! Don't forget to owe me a poem!"
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Sword burial mound and sword washing pool.
Wen Ting grabbed the golden bottle in his hand, laughed loudly, picked up his robe and trotted towards the only remaining sword in the pool.
"Qingju, look, the wine is coming!"
"This cup is full of sword thoughts, and the name is contained in it. The ambition of the wolf is clearly revealed."
"But hahaha, he borrowed the sword of the world and the name of the world, and he didn't even think that you ended up here with me. I feel worthless for you..."
Wen Ting ran into the sword washing pool and squatted down.
Qingju's sword shook wildly, his whimpering ceased, and his sword tears flowed down drop by drop. It can be said that he was heartbroken.
Wen Ting used a jade bottle to catch the sword tears, while shaking the golden wine glass in his hand. The fragrance of wine overflowed in the sword washing pool. He seemed to be seducing an underage child:
"Do you really think that you two went your separate ways, hibernating each other, cultivating at the bottom of the valley, and finally meeting each other at the top and becoming one?"
"You are stupid, Qingju!"
"He has returned to his peak. Does he think of you?"
"I have explained his path to you a long time ago. Why do you think the Saint Slave has been collecting twenty-one famous swords for these decades?"
"Xiu Jian borrows his name. This sword is not yours, Qing Ju's, nor is his name the eighth sword immortal. It is the sword of thousands of swords in the world, and the name of thousands of people in the world!"
Qingju, tears are falling like rain.
Wen Ting took it even more happily. He spread out the golden apricot in his hand and pulled it quickly. As the screen flashed, he saw many eight acquaintances:
"Look! Look!"
"Everyone was given wine, and the Eight Masters showed up in person. That was full of sincerity. But at the Sword Tomb, he gave me wine without even showing his face. Doesn't he dare to see me?"
After a while, Wen Ting laughed wildly:
"Shit! If you don't dare to see me, why would you give me wine?"
"He just doesn't want to see your broken sword again!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Broken Sword Qingju, it's so ridiculous that Qingju is still waiting for him, why don't you die for your love..."
As Wen Ting spoke, he drank the wine in one gulp in front of Qing Ju, leaving not even a drop of wine for Qing Ju.
At the end, he said "ah", sighed "good wine", pointed at the rusty broken sword that made people cry, and said teasingly:
"Those who work hard will be let down."
"If you ask me to tell you, just obey me."
"From now on, bear my sword and I will make you famous all over the world."
"These eight masters know that even if he comes back to you, you can really do it and not mind what you have experienced with those charming swordsmen outside these years?"
Qingju said nothing and just cried.
…
Deep in the Southern Dark.
Dao Qiongcang shrank his neck and looked at the eight busts of familiarity in front of him with some embarrassment, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand.
"Ah haha, what a poem, what a poem..."
"My brother's literary talent is outstanding, and Dao admires him deeply."
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The eight busts of Masters dimmed rapidly, as if they could not withstand the bone-chilling cold force of the depths of Nanming, but their eyes were still fixed on the sky.
"I drink, I drink."
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.
Dao Qiongcang smiled apologetically, held the wine glass in both hands, and drank it all in one gulp after showing respect.
Tsk!
The eight busts of Master turned into flying smoke and disappeared.
The smile on Dao Qiongcang's face disappeared in an instant, leaving only a look of concentration on his face as he murmured to himself:
"It's not body, spirit, or mind. How can it still lock people like this?"
"Before that, Moon Palace Slave, no, he probably couldn't pay attention all the time, so he might not have noticed... Well, but that look..."
Dao Qiongtian quickly gave up his distracting thoughts.
After all, Ba Zunzun has left, which means that he may not know, or even if he knows, he does not want to pursue the matter of Nan Ming Chu's offending the Moon Palace Slave.
And a small offense is not an offense... Dao Qiongcang quickly returned to the serious matter of Bazunzhen suddenly finding his true body. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and then his brows relaxed slightly. If he gained something:
"name……"
Buzz!
In the depths of Nanming, the master's sword intention suddenly appeared.
Dao Qiongcang is of course an ancient sword cultivator, and he is also an unparalleled powerful sword sect.
He practiced ancient swordsmanship in order to step into that threshold and be better able to deal with the ancient sword cultivators...
In fact, there is no "we", it is just to deal with the eight acquaintances with one person.
However, the actual application of Grandmaster's Sword Intention not only did not bring much convenience to him, but also caused a lot of trouble.
He was once in the ruins of God, and his back was bent because the thirty million puppets of the Holy Judgment were borrowed from me by the Eight Master Swordsmen.
After being extremely angry, he blocked that part of his sword-practicing experience.
At that time, I thought it was because of the "Sword of Holy Judgment". Later, the weapons of Tianji puppets were indeed modified into "Spear of Holy Judgment".
Now it seems that is not the case...
"Just sealing up your past experience in practicing swordsmanship is of no use at all."
"Essentially, I am still an ancient sword cultivator, and as long as I am an ancient sword cultivator and know the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal, I can easily take advantage of him when he is in need."
This is easy to understand.
Anyone who refines spirits is the back-up man of the Holy Ancestor.
All living things are in the eyes of Yaozu.
However, there is no Sword God Gulouying in the world. In terms of reputation, the Eight Masters are definitely the leaders of swordsmanship. Naturally, anyone practicing swordsmanship will be easily influenced by him.
"The gecko had to cut off its tail!"
Dao Qiongcang raised his hand and was about to strike at his forehead.
But he soon stopped, his chest cracked open, and another sky came out of it.
He peeled off the memory of the ancient sword cultivator, got over it, and completely stayed away from the "sword". Only then could he relax.
"You go to the Eastern Region to play..."
Dao Qiongcang flicked his sleeves and said: "It's fine to go to the sword tomb for burial or marry into the family. If you want to practice swordsmanship, there is no future for you with the surname Dao. Try to change your surname to Gu."
Gu Qiongcang nodded and walked away from the depths of Nanming with a bitter face that was standard for ancient sword cultivators.
Dao Qiongcang put aside the minutiae and returned to business, frowning and thinking:
"A glass of phantom wine is given to everyone in the world, so he becomes famous all over the world and has to use the power of thousands of swords. It is simply a waste of money and profit. Who says he is not good at planning?"
"The crazy start is the same as the Void Island water ghost Luozi Tianyuan at that time, causing Xu Xiaoshou to go on a rampage. In the end, the two poles were reversed. After closing the net, the whole situation was completely killed. Even I was unable to save it."
"If it hadn't been for Huo Mingyi, who chose Mingzhe to protect himself, I would have been afraid that more than one Raoyaoyao would have gotten in, and even I wouldn't have been able to escape..."
Compared to the ancient sword cultivator in the Five Realms who was very hot after drinking, the Dao Qingtian in the cold depths of Nanming was too calm.
He has seen too clearly and pondered too deeply, but there is still one thing that puzzles him:
"But that day he was a chess player, and the one who entered the game was the water ghost, Xu Xiaoshou. Even if everything was wrong, at least it ended with him, so that the whole situation would not collapse."
"This time, you know you can't do something but you do it. Do you really go into the battle alone and fight against the odds?"
"Who did he entrust his back to? Who else is worthy of entrusting his back?"
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
This is the only conclusion left in the universe.
We have to re-evaluate Xu Xiaoshou, is he worthy?
But Ba Zunzhen valued Xu so much, and he regarded Ba Zunshu as a chess player of the same level - he thought he was worthy, but he felt that he was not. Is there another variable?
"Wangyou Tower in Ancient and Modern Times..."
Dao Qiongcang whispered softly, and soon found something.
He has two brains and his calculation speed is so fast.
He deduced countless possibilities, and finally found that Xu Xiaoshou could not turn the tables no matter what. He was the only one who was hiding in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower at the critical moment. The variable may have appeared in "time".
"But Kong Yuhen can't give him much help, Kong Yuhen can't protect himself."
"The Demon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, and Cui Yin are even less likely to regard him as a great enemy or a great friend. If they don't take him seriously, they will not be able to favor him or make important use of him."
"Yes, then where does 'meaning' come from?"
"secret……"
There is a secret in Xu Xiaoshou's body, and Dao Qiongtian knows it.
This secret broke out again in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, pushing the great path of its meaning to the extreme. When Xu Xiaoshou went back to seek revenge on the evil spirits, Dao Qiongcang also noticed this.
"But my way of memory has not reached the extreme state, and the ten ancestors have not yet reached the extreme state. Who else can do such an extreme method like robbing the seedlings to encourage growth?"
"name……"
Dao Qiongcang silently muttered the word "name", and finally shook his head. The way of name is the way of name, and the way of meaning is the way of intention.
The name is outside, but the meaning is inside.
Those who are not extreme, not paranoid, and not overly self-centered will not be able to reach the extreme state beyond their expectations, and they will not be able to give Xu Xiaoshou such help.
This can also rule out the inference that Kong Yuhen has become the ancestor of time. Even if he becomes the ancestor of time, he cannot grant others the ultimate state of will.
But there are no more clues in the "treasure" of Dao Qiong Dao to figure out and deduce.
"In that case..."
Dao Qiongcang has never been a pedantic and conceited person. If he can't think of it himself, then let him participate.
"Second generation."
The sky descended into the memory space.
It was a hazy place here, with myself standing in front of me, a snake spirit restrained in the distance, and nothing else.
"Hey, rare visitor."
The second-generation Dao Qiongang was wearing a long robe and sitting astride the golden throne with a flamboyant posture. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, but now he raised his eyes and looked up.
The sky of Tao is like a weak scholar.
In comparison, the faintly visible muscle bulges under the second generation's robes are not inferior to those of God.
"I have a question I want to ask you."
"Do you still have any questions you need to ask me?"
"Of course it's not related to 'calculation', or it involves 'power'. This is your specialty."
"speak."
Dao Qiongcang nodded, carefully considered his words, and said concisely: "In the world you know, in all the heavens and worlds, from eternity to the future, who can be called the 'strongest'?"
The second generation chuckled and said word by word: "Tao! Qiong! Cang!"
"Stop flattering me, I'm serious."
"I'm serious too."
Dao Qiongcang was helpless. Having been praised by himself, he finally refused to argue with this stubborn person and said: "What about me? Well, maybe he is also proficient in the avenue of meaning..."
"meaning?"
"right."
The second generation tilted his head in thought, and finally looked at the white snake demon in the distance that was bound and fixed in the eternal memory, and said one word in a deep voice: