What the Sword Abandoner raised was not the brilliant Xuanyuan Sword, but the nameless long sword that was as red as fire.
As the long sword was raised, a sense of foreboding quickly spread out. Wu Jie retreated without thinking, retreating to the edge of the square in one breath and hiding under the steps.
Feeling the awe-inspiring feeling passing through the air above him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he discovered that there were two old men with different faces beside him.
The one on the left, green and black like a stone, and the one on the right, green and green like a tree, are the two great demons who have guarded this place from the time of the Holy Emperor until today.
"How did you know what you just said?" Qingshi Weng's face was dark and bluish, like a stone. He couldn't see any joy, anger or sorrow, but his hot eyes betrayed his mood, "Nine Transformations of Returning Pills
, how do you know those realms above the golden elixir?"
Wu Jie thought for a moment and came up with the answer. He sighed, and then replied: "If I say it, the consequences will be very serious, so I can't say it."
"It's just a few words, how could there be any serious consequences?"
"Don't underestimate these few words." Wu Jie looked at the eager old man with a half-smile, and asked, "Among the Jindan masters, some have special magical powers. As long as someone talks about it within a thousand miles,
He can immediately sense his name or certain topics he designated. Does Senior know this?"
"Of course I know, this is the magical power of ear reporting, and some people in Buddhism often practice it."
"In fact, when your cultivation reaches a certain level, you will naturally acquire this magical power." Wu Jie said slowly, "And if I say something that I shouldn't say or cannot say... Senior, you know
."
Qingshi Weng's face turned a little darker, and the burning look in his eyes turned into a look of disappointment.
Because of his depression, he didn't even want to say a word. Instead, Gu Muweng showed a wry smile of "I knew it would be like this" and took over the conversation: "This little friend, I didn't know when you were in the upper world.
What kind of big shot is he? What kind of big deal has he provoked?
Troublesome, but I want to advise you that after all, you are from the Jiuzhou realm in this life. You were born and raised here. You have your family and sect here, as well as your relatives and friends. So when it comes to those things, please,
Give them some consideration and leave a little bit of affection for them.”
He spoke humbly and sincerely, so naturally Wu Jie couldn't refuse, and replied with a smile: "I would have done this even if my predecessors had not told me. The troubles in my previous life... In all conscience, I wish I would never have to deal with them again in this life.
It’s better to have good relationships”
What he said was true and sincere, and there was absolutely no falsehood at all. Even a little bit of the bullshit things done by the Supreme God could break him to pieces, and even affect the entire Kyushu world. If possible,
Wu Jie really hopes that he will never have anything to do with those damn grudges from back then.
Gu Muweng could see his sincerity, sighed softly, and nodded.
At this moment, the voice of the abandoned swordsman came from far away: "Come up, it's okay."
The three of them walked up to the top of the mountain, and saw the abandoned swordsman holding a long red sword pointing at the sky. There was infinite light and darkness flowing on the sword. If they looked carefully, they could vaguely see countless projections flickering in the light and darkness, as if they were countless fragments.
The mirrors are reflecting each other.
Wu Jie only glanced at it and quickly looked away. Even so, he felt dizzy, unsteady and almost fell to the ground.
He took two deep breaths to let his condition gradually calm down, but before he could fully recover, he heard two thumps, and the two ancient monsters fell solidly to the ground and passed out.
"Although these two seniors are old, they are still very curious. This is what is called childlike innocence, right?" The corners of the sword-abandoning disciple's mouth slightly raised, and the red sword in his hand was swung towards the sky.
Only a tragic roar was heard, and the black clouds in the sky seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand. They disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the clear blue sky, as if nothing had happened.
"The trick you mentioned is really effective." The Sword Abandoner nodded, raising his eyebrows with a hint of joy, "I drove away the annoying guy in no time."
"But it will come back." Wu explained, "It will not really disappear until you are eliminated."
"Yeah...it's really as annoying as brown sugar." The abandoned swordsman looked at the dark clouds that quickly appeared in the sky again, and couldn't help but frowned, "Obviously, the same result will happen a few times..."
Wu Jie did not pick up the topic, but asked directly: "Senior Qi, have you decided what to choose?"
The swordsman who was about to swing his sword again to destroy the Heavenly Tribulation paused for a moment, then swung his long sword, just like wiping a table with a rag, sweeping away all the dark clouds in the sky at once.
"To be honest, I haven't thought about it yet." He said with a self-deprecating look, "I originally thought that I was a person who could make prompt decisions no matter what happened, but now I realize that it turns out that I just haven't encountered any real dilemma.
"
Wu Jie smiled and said nothing.
"Alas... you don't know the difficulty until it has happened." The abandoned swordsman shook his head with a wry smile, took out the table and chairs from the storage artifact, asked Wu Jie to sit down, and then knocked on the table, Liuli ran away from nowhere.
Come out and give them a set of drinking utensils.
Inside the dark green bamboo glass, the amber wine was rippling slightly.
"The Holy Emperor's good wine is gone, so the wine in the world is just fine." The abandoned swordsman raised the cup and drank it in one gulp, but when he put the cup down, the wine in the cup was already full, "In my collection
Among the various magical instruments, this set of Thousand Cups of Drink is my favorite. As long as you are not drunk, good wine will continue to appear in the cup until you are drunk."
Wu Jie nodded and drank a glass. The wine was not strong in nature, mellow and slightly sweet, and tasted very good.
"Wu Jie, are you interested in hearing me tell a story?" The Sword Abandoner suddenly asked, but before Wu Jie could answer, he started to tell the story while drinking:
A long time ago, uh, actually it wasn't that long ago. In a place whose name is not worth mentioning, there was a young man whose name was not worth mentioning. The reason why he was called "not worth mentioning" was because it was true.
It is indeed not worth mentioning, and it is definitely not because the storyteller has almost forgotten the past...
That young man whose name is not worth mentioning was very envious of the immortals flying around in the sky. In that era, immortals were not as rare as they are now. They were about as common as the big fat pigs in the pig pen, and maybe more. After all,
It is not easy to raise pigs so fat.
The young man wanted to cultivate immortality, so he did so. He was lucky and was born with great qualifications, so it took him less than fifty years to achieve a little bit of results.
If you jump down from the top of a normal hill, you can use magic to buffer you from falling to death.
"It took fifty years of practice to get to this point. It's really bad." The sword-abandoning disciple drank another drink and said with a smile, "What do you think?"
"Was he happy then?" Wu Jie asked back.
"Of course I am extremely happy. Even if I just jump off the cliff, at least I am flying in the sky."
"Since I'm happy, I don't think it's bad."
The abandoned swordsman raised his eyebrows: "What you said is exactly the same as Fatty Zhang. It's a pity that your era is so different, otherwise we would definitely be good friends."
So he continued talking to himself:
That young man, who was not worth mentioning, naturally had achievements in cultivation that were not worth mentioning. But even these achievements, which were not worth mentioning, caused him trouble that was worth mentioning.
In that era, there were many immortals with bad character. Of course, there are also in modern times. Guys with bad character are like weeds in the field. Even if the farmers keep pulling and pulling, some immortal with bad character will continue to emerge.
Practicing a very special spell requires the use of some special materials, and one of the materials is a person who was born at a specific time and place.
According to general practice, that young man who is not worth mentioning is exactly the material he needs.
Wu Jie's smile disappeared.
"The result is obvious. A guy whose name I don't even remember became material and lost his roots as a cultivator. From then on, not only was he no longer able to practice, he was even no longer able to go to the sky." The Abandoned Sword Disciple
Shake the cup and look at the wine in the cup,
"As soon as he leaves the ground, he will start to feel dizzy. The higher he flies, the more dizzy he becomes. When he is about a hundred feet above the ground, he will almost pass out. But the strange thing is that it is no problem to simply jump. It is really strange.
.Wu Jie, have you ever heard of such strange symptoms?"
"Never heard of it."
"I haven't heard of it either." The Sword Abandoner nodded, "If it was just that he couldn't cultivate immortality, that insignificant guy would have resigned himself to his fate; but he couldn't fly, which really made him feel too uncomfortable. So he just dragged it on.
The body that was about to expire came to a man who was said to be a very good fortune teller."
That fortune teller was actually quite evil. When he told fortunes for others, he would always charge a shockingly large amount of money. But this time he was very kind. Not only did he not charge a penny, but he also generously provided medicine.
So someone who would have died just like that survived.
After he recovered from his injuries, he followed the fortune teller's instructions and came to a place where those weak people who could not cultivate immortality licked each other's wounds and shrank their heads like turtles.
Of course he didn't go there to be a coward, he went there to look for an opportunity, an opportunity that would allow him to fly again.
There is an ancient ruin in that place, which is the tomb of a big man. This big man left very important inheritance in the tomb, claiming that as long as someone can solve his riddle, he can obtain these inheritance.
Naturally, someone would try to solve the riddles.
"What kind of puzzle is that?" Wu Jie couldn't help but ask curiously.
"The word puzzle, or secret code, is very inexplicable anyway." The abandoned sword disciple said, "From ancient times to the present, no one can answer it."
But it doesn’t matter if you can’t answer the question. That place also provides another way to pass the level, which is to challenge the secret weapon. As long as you learn the swordsman’s sword skills, you can pass the level.
Wu Jie frowned slightly, he vaguely guessed what this sword technique was.
"What the hell? Tianwen's sword technique is simply inexplicable, but it is also incredibly powerful. Someone really can't learn it." The abandoned swordsman drank another drink and smiled, "But he thought of another way.
I improved my swordsmanship and defeated the trap men who blocked my way. Of course, this was not something that happened overnight. I remember...it seemed like I fought a hundred times? Or a thousand times? Anyway, I won in the end."
Wu Jie opened his mouth and finally knew how the abandoned swordsman's swordsmanship came from.
