After Li Qiye left the Immortal Immortal Palace, he entered the desert where money landed.
"Master, where are we going?" Ling Ximo, who was following Li Qiye, asked timidly.
"If you have enough time, go to a place and have a look, or there may be a chance to retrieve the sword tomb for you." Li Qiye said lightly: "But, if you really want to master it, you can't do it by yourself, you must
If there really is something that can lead to the sword grave, otherwise, even if it is found, it will be nothing more than looking at flowers in the mist and fishing for the moon in the water."
Ling Ximo hesitated for a moment, and finally took out an ancient box. This ancient box was antique and fragrant. She handed the ancient box to Li Qiye and said softly: "This, this, this is something left by our ancestors."
, the ancestors said this is the key for us to get back the sword tomb, I wonder, I wonder if the young master can use it?"
Li Qiye opened the ancient box, and suddenly the sword energy filled the air. He looked at it and said: "It is indeed the meaning of the sword, but everything is not that simple. If you really want to take the sword tomb back, it depends on whether you can bear it.
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"I, I will try my best." Ling Ximo hesitated for a moment, then finally raised his head and looked at Li Qiye firmly.
Although she also knows that it is not easy, she will not give up no matter what the price is.
"That's good." Li Qiye nodded slightly and said, "Then you must be mentally prepared. This will be a hard journey, and pain is inevitable."
Ling Ximo nodded solemnly, her eyes were very determined, she was not afraid of any suffering.
Ling Ximo also gave this ancient box to Li Qiye. For her, and for their Ling family, this ancient box is too important. It is related to the survival of their Ling family. It is extremely important. Such an important thing, according to
Logically speaking, she shouldn't give it to anyone. After all, this thing is too precious.
What's more, she and Li Qiye have not known each other for a long time, and they have no deep friendship. But for some reason, at this moment, Ling Ximo trusts Li Qiye so much, more than anyone else. Although the things in the ancient box are incomparable
It was precious, even more important than her life. It could be said that even if she lost her life, she would not hand it over.
But now she gave it to Li Qiye, and she felt very relaxed. She was not worried that Li Qiye would swallow her own things. On the contrary, she felt more at ease with it in Li Qiye's hands than in her own.
When Ling Ximo handed the ancient box to him, Li Qiye didn't say much and just put it away.
"Swords are for sale. Swords are for sale. One sword is 95% off, two swords are 20% off, ten swords are 60% off, and one hundred swords are easy to discuss..." However, before Li Qiye and the others had gone far, they heard a very familiar sound.
The shouting sound started.
At this time, I saw a man carrying a large sack on his back at the tidal flat ferry, selling his bamboo sword. While selling, he boasted about his bamboo sword to others.
Besides Mr. Pingcheng, who else would do such a thing?
"Fairy, with my bamboo sword in hand, you will definitely become more elegant and beautiful, and you will definitely become the most beautiful woman in your sect..." At this time, Mr. Pingcheng happened to catch a group of young female monks who had just disembarked from the boat.
He immediately tried his best to sell his bamboo sword. His bright and sincere smile was very attractive and easy to impress.
"Are you Mr. Pingcheng from Pingcheng?" The young female monks who were caught by Mr. Pingcheng also pursed their lips and chuckled. They were also beautiful.
After all, Mr. Pingcheng is one of the three young masters today. He is famous and a peerless genius. He is very attractive in terms of status and appearance. What's more, Mr. Pingcheng is so close to people and is not condescending at all. Most young women
All the female monks are willing to be friends with him.
"Exactly, fairies as beautiful as you must come to our Pingcheng for a walk. In a small place like our Pingcheng, if the people can see the beauty of the fairies, they will definitely be frightened and they will definitely be lucky." Pingcheng
The young master smiled brightly. Although he was boasting about the female monks in front of him, he was not exaggerated at all.
Many monks who passed by smiled bitterly and shook their heads, and many people found it interesting. Everyone was almost used to Mr. Pingcheng's strange behavior.
"Then let's each buy one." Finally, under Mr. Pingcheng's sincere and bright smile, these girls were all moved by him and they all spent money to buy bamboo swords.
In fact, Mr. Pingcheng's bamboo swords are not worth so much money, but many people are willing to buy Mr. Pingcheng's bamboo swords. This is not because of the value of the bamboo swords, but because they are willing to make friends with Mr. Pingcheng.
of a friend.
"Come on, fairies, come to Pingcheng when you have time." After selling the bamboo sword, Mr. Pingcheng still had a bright smile and was extremely enthusiastic.
"Ha, brother, we meet again." When Li Qiye and Ling Ximo were preparing to cross the river, Mr. Pingcheng suddenly appeared in front of Li Qiye, with a smile on his face, bright and sincere.
"Brother, buy a bamboo sword." As soon as he saw Li Qiye, Mr. Pingcheng immediately started selling his bamboo sword.
The appearance of Mr. Pingcheng made Ling Ximo, who was standing behind Li Qiye, want to laugh but dare not think about it. She couldn't understand that with Mr. Pingcheng's status, there was no need to be a hawker or to sell his own bamboo.
Sword, but he carried a large bag of bamboo swords everywhere and sold them to people. She couldn't understand the meaning of this.
"I won't buy it." Li Qiye showed no interest and refused.
"Brother, the first time we meet, we are friends. When we meet again, we are brothers. We have met twice, then we are truly brothers." Mr. Pingcheng immediately put a bamboo sword into Li Qiye's hand.
, full of sincerity, said: "Then this bamboo sword will be my meeting gift to my eldest brother."
Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He also thought Master Pingcheng was interesting, so he picked up the bamboo sword in his hand and took a look.
There is nothing fancy about Mr. Pingcheng's bamboo sword. It is completely cut from old bamboo. It can only be said that it was cut very carefully, and every detail is in place.
"Every bamboo sword is cut by myself. Each bamboo sword has its own spiritual energy. It is unique. Every bamboo sword is different." Young Master Pingcheng said in a sales pitch to Li Qiye.
"It's a good sword." Li Qiye gently ran his fingers over the blade, nodded, and praised it.
"Yes, it's a good sword." Hearing Li Qiye's praise, Master Pingcheng immediately smiled brightly and even brighter, and said with a smile: "With one sword in my hand, I have it in the world; with two swords in my hand, it is unique to all generations;
With three swords in hand, the sword array is everywhere..."
Hearing Mr. Pingcheng's self-promotion, Ling Ximo wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare. She also felt that a bamboo sword couldn't be that valuable.
"Brother, do you want to buy one? How about buy one and get three free?" Mr. Pingcheng said with a smile: "This bamboo sword is taken from our Pingcheng ancestral bamboo. You must know that Pingcheng's ancestral bamboo is the root of our Pingcheng.
It is also a treasure of our Pingcheng, and it is also a major treasure of our Panlong Taoism. It represents the symbol of our Panlong Taoism, and it was once connected to the context of our Panlong Taoism..."
At this time, Mr. Pingcheng was boasting endlessly. If Mr. Pingcheng himself did not mention Panlong Taoism, everyone would have almost forgotten that he was a disciple of Panlong Taoism, and Pingcheng was just an ancient city of Panlong Taoism.
"Humph, what a big tone." Just when Mr. Pingcheng was boasting, a cold snort sounded out, and he said coldly: "Pingcheng, how can you be qualified to represent Panlong Taoism!"
The sudden words interrupted Mr. Pingcheng's words. They were so abrupt that many strong monks passing by stopped to watch.
I saw an old man and a group of strong monks who had just gotten off the boat. He interrupted Mr. Pingcheng's words without mercy.
This old man was wearing a dragon robe, holding a big sword in his arms, and was very cold. His whole body exuded the aura of a true god, and he was extremely angry. His eyes, in particular, were so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.
"He is the emperor of the Five Holy Kingdoms." Seeing this old man, many monks and strong men present recognized him, and they shouted lowly and said, "There are many strong men from the Five Holy Kingdoms."
"Miao Lei from the Five Holy Kingdoms, it seems that the Panlong Taoism is in for a show." An elder from a great sect looked like he was watching the fun when he saw this old man.
"Isn't the Five Saint Kingdom also the territory of Panlong Taoism? Mr. Pingcheng is also from Panlong Taoism. They seem to be enemies." Seeing such a scene, a young monk asked his elders in a low voice.
"This is related to the root of Panlong Taoism." An elder smiled and said.
"Why, Lord Miao, we Pingcheng cannot represent the Panlong Taoism, how can you, the Five Holy Kingdoms, represent the Panlong Taoism?" In response to Miao Lei's words, Mr. Pingcheng still had a smile on his face.
"The Panlong Taoism is controlled by the Eight-Armed Dynasty, and only the Eight-Armed Dynasty can represent the Panlong Taoism." Miao Lei said coldly.
"Oh, you are talking about the Moon Worship Sect, right?" Mr. Pingcheng said with a smile: "The Moon Worship Sect dares to claim to be orthodox? It is just a parasite of Panlong Taoism, just a dove fighting in a magpie's nest. I have no intention of seeking power.
, that is already seeking the welfare of the people of Panlong Taoism."
"You——" Master Pingcheng's words suddenly made Miao Lei's expression change.
As soon as these words came out, many people present looked at each other. Those who knew were aware of it, but the young people who did not know were confused.
"What on earth is going on?" Some young people couldn't figure it out. It seemed that Mr. Pingcheng, who was born in the Panlong Taoism, was at odds with the Panlong Taoism.
"This is the orthodox dispute between Panlong Taoism." An elder said in a low voice: "Panlong Taoism was founded by the ancestor Panlong. The eight-armed dynasty that is now in power is a latecomer, and it is also the legendary Moon Worshiper.
teach."
"Where is Mr. Pingcheng?" Some people also heard some clues. It seems that Mr. Pingcheng doesn't take the Eight-Armed Dynasty seriously either.
"Master Pingcheng is a mystery." An elder shook his head slightly and said, "However, there are rumors that Pingcheng was once the birthplace of Panlong. No one knows whether it is true or not."