"What's the matter with Junior Brother Zhang? Did he pee so much that he jumped down and swam around?"
While Zhao Changhe was asking questions, someone in the room wandered out of the door. Then he walked to the corner of the door and suddenly felt numb in his chest, having been tapped on an acupuncture point by Yue Hongling.
The last person left in the room didn't know what was happening outside. A red shadow flashed past and he was also tapped on his acupuncture points.
Yue Hongling carried one in each hand into the forest and asked around each one. When he came out and saw Zhao Changhe, the two of them checked each other, and their explanations were roughly the same.
"I also have some explanation here, saying that it was not so cold when they first came here, but now that it is summer, it is getting colder and colder."
"There must be a reason for this environmental change... What special measures did they take?"
Yue Hongling said: "It is said that Shi Wuding set up a sword array in the cave behind. I don't know if this is the reason. The sword array is all participated by his wordless sword slaves. Outsiders cannot enter and can only stand guard outside for him. However, this snow-capped mountain is freezing cold.
Theoretically, no one comes here at all, so who is still working so hard to guard the place? They just sleep and sleep, and they drink and drink."
"No wonder, I feel so guarded. It seems like he is a sword slave..." Zhao Changhe paused for a moment. He really didn't want to use the word sword slave to describe his friend, so he decided to use the word "slave" instead: "He's from the martial arts generation."
There aren’t many people there, and they haven’t reached the situation that Li Si’an introduced about the Sichuan land being full of sword huts.”
Yue Hongling said: "This is inevitable. This kind of method requires a lot of energy, how can it be possible... Bashu is related to Jianlu everywhere, and most of them should be normal people asking for swordsmanship. The wordless sword slaves will not cause trouble if they mix among them.
It’s just for people’s attention. In fact, the number of wordless sword slaves should not exceed one palm... This may be the reason why Shi Wuding has never been able to break through the bottleneck."
Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, this analysis made sense.
According to this kind of method, if it can be spread among thousands of people, it will be sharp. It is not only the third level secret treasure, but also the so-called "control" realm in the future. Logically speaking, this should be the "control" realm to play.
The routine is right, but it is too difficult to play this with the practice of Shi Wuding, and it is not easy to be able to count it with one palm.
But with such a small number, why should he use this to break through? The sword power he mastered may not be as much as what Zhao Changhe opened with the Heavenly Book Hanger. With this, Zhao Changhe could not even touch the second level secret treasure, and his time was uncertain.
Isn't it a joke to borrow these few to break the triple secret?
Maybe you can achieve a breakthrough through normal practice, but you can’t achieve a breakthrough even if you spend a lot of energy here...
No wonder they are becoming more and more radical, choosing the method of combining Miao and Gu arts to control ready-made masters as sword slaves...
Zhao Changhe pondered: "From this point of view, it is very likely that the manpower needed for the sword array is not enough, and knowing that Wu Bing arrived in Bashu, he asked Wu Bing to fill the hole... And there must be something wrong with this sword array. Wu Bing's routine is
It’s impossible to agree, we must take back control... Now I don’t know how to achieve this, whether it needs to be face to face or far away..."
Yue Hongling raised her head and glanced at him: "Even if the distance can be achieved, it must be within a certain range, otherwise there is no need to trick Han Wubing to come... He probably hasn't arrived yet, you must stop him immediately, maybe it's still too late.
"
"and you……"
"This sword formation has caused problems in Tianshi and made you and I uneasy. It is not a trivial matter. I am worried that it may be forced to activate even without Han Wubing, so we must pay attention. In this way, you and I are divided into two groups... You go to block Han Wubing
Wu Yi may be involved, but Wu Ding left the sword formation to look for you, and I am lying in ambush here, waiting for an opportunity to destroy the sword formation."
"Okay. Be careful."
"Be careful too."
The young couple didn't say any unnecessary nonsense. The assignment was decided, and Zhao Changhe left the mountain quickly.
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In the dark night, Han Wubing walked forward slowly, looking at the mountains looming in the darkness in the distance.
His path was different from that of Zhao Changhe. He came here directly from Bashu, from north to south; Zhao Changhe came from Dali, but came from the southeast, so the two sides could not touch each other.
The master wanted to settle the grudges with him, and invited him to meet at the Xinshan Gate, and also "let the wanderer recognize the gate." This kind of humane words, which were rare to hear in the cold-hearted swordsman sect, made Han Wubing feel in his heart.
It's a bit inexplicably touching.
Deep in my heart, I have always had a feeling of admiration for the master. It seems that there is a voice telling myself, what kind of unsolvable grudges can I have with the master? Go and talk to the master... There are more than thirty people on the list.
I am now qualified to return home and talk to my master.
He didn't know that he was just a sword slave who had been destined since childhood... but he knew that something was wrong with the sect, he had known it before.
Jianlu is in Bashan and has no property. Where does the money to support a sect come from?
But Master seems to have an inexhaustible supply of money, and many senior brothers are also very rich, but I don’t know how they got it.
And the senior brothers obviously often travel around the world, and there are often senior brothers who die unexpectedly outside and never come back, but the world says that Jianlu disciples rarely travel outside.
For no other reason, it was quite simple to want to know the inside story in Jianlu. Not long after, a senior brother revealed it to him. Do you want to collect the bounty together?
Han Wubing thought they were bounty hunters, but after doing it a few times, he realized that they were not bounty hunters, but killers.
Bashan Jianlu is the public face of Tingxue Tower, and the killer business is the main source of income for Jianlu. Among them, Tingxue Tower also has peripheral killers, who are all individuals recruited from all over Bashu. Therefore, there are many kinds of practice, and the real core killers
They are all Jianlu disciples.
Han Wubing couldn't accept it...Bounty hunters and killers sounded similar, they were the polar opposites of yin and yang. So he stopped participating, and his relationship with his master became increasingly unharmful.
On the bank of the Sword Lake, a fellow sect member seized the sword and killed his friend, which only triggered a rift. The lead to the rift had been laid for a long time... Of course, he didn't know that this was a sword path prepared by his master based on his temperament. He and everyone else
The different choices actually made Shi Wuding extremely happy.
From beginning to end, it is just a real-life drama.
Earlier, Han Wubing also knew that Tingxuelou had received the bounty for killing Zhao Changhe, but they were all peripheral assassins pretending to be beggars and waiters. No real Jianlu disciples had taken action yet, so Han Wubing fell down.
He didn't think this matter was related to him. When he found out that Ying Shuang was looking for Zhao Changhe, Han Wubing couldn't sit still.
Damn it, the forces that offered a reward to assassinate Zhao Changhe have basically reconciled with Zhao Changhe. The person who issued the wanted order from the imperial court has hugged and kissed him, and the person from the Blood God Sect who issued the reward has knelt down.
Damn it... call me the Holy Son.
So who is still offering rewards now?
It doesn't matter who is offering the reward. Yingshuang is his senior brother. He is a cultivator in the thirties, and Zhao Changhe can't handle it.
So he searched thousands of miles and blocked the senior brother at the Jiange Pavilion.
Looking at the snow-capped mountains in front of him, Han Wubing suddenly thought, maybe this just started to fit the name of Tingxue Tower?
The past is over... Since Master wants to reconcile today, let's talk about it. Why did we, who were born for the sword, become the devil in the night? This shouldn't be the case.
While thinking about it, my footsteps have already entered the snow-capped mountains.
The moment he stepped in, Han Wubing's expression changed slightly and he was about to step back.
He felt that he had entered a strange realm. His mind became blurred, his memory became vague, his thinking began to stagnate, and a whisper seemed to echo in the sea of soul. All consciousness faded, and only the shadow of the master became more and more prominent.
Han Wubing was no rookie at this time, so he suppressed his fuhu energy and quickly evacuated.
There were shadowy figures behind him, and countless people were suddenly blocked.
Han Wubing was confused again... Why couldn't his spiritual sense detect the existence of these people? They were all...
Are they all dead?
No, there is a living person... who is also Zhao Changhe's acquaintance, Lan Wujiang, whom he fought during the sword test of hundreds of tribes a few days ago.
"As expected of being disease-free." Lan Wujiang's expression was even stiffer than that day, and his face was as pale as a zombie, but he still seemed to be conscious and able to talk: "I was able to realize it at the first time and get out in time... But
Now that you're here, don't go back... isn't Jianlu good?"
Han Wubing could barely hear the previous words, only the last few words resounded in his heart over and over again.
Is Jianlu bad? Is Jianlu bad?
He covered his head hard and gasped: "What...is going on..."
"Nothing... The wanderers who are out there always have to return to their places... Ten Thousand Swords return to the sect, nothing more than this." Lan Wujiang's face was expressionless, as if he was stating something that was natural: "Your cultivation has progressed so fast.
The sect master is very happy. With the arrival of your level, the last piece of the puzzle has been filled in."
"Choke!" Before he could finish speaking, Han Wubing suddenly drew his sword and was about to forcefully leave.
But this sword is very strange. It still looks sharp, but it is like playing house against Lan Wujiang. Every move and every movement of his is as if he is playing with the opponent, and he is easily beaten.
The ground was set aside.
Several expressionless sword slaves nearby rushed up, grabbed Han Wubing and took him up the mountain.
Han Wubing's head felt dizzy again, and he found that he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and his eyelids began to fight. What's even weirder is that the desire in his heart is still to go up the mountain... Why do he still want to go up the mountain?
Is this a poison? Or some kind of curse?
Han Wubing carefully guarded the mourning platform and quickly looked inside, but for a while he couldn't find any problem at all.
Is it true, as the people from the Central Plains said, that the Miao territory should not be entered lightly, and you are inexplicably killed without even knowing why...
I'm so unwilling... I just came back for a look out of love for my master... Is it really like what they said, that all seven human emotions are wrong and are obstacles to the way of the sword?
At this moment, the sky burst into blood.
Under the moonlight, a blood-colored figure jumped down from the mountain, holding a huge broad knife in both hands, and came towards the sky and covered the ground: "Get out of here!"
Lan Wujiang looked up in shock. The moon was full on the top of the mountain, and the figure seemed to be in the middle of the moon. He couldn't see his face clearly. Only his bright red eyes were left, like a god and demon looking down.
Han Wubing, who was almost unconscious, showed a smile.
Who says they are all obstacles? There is always something that stubbornly proves to the world.
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