Ji Tianxing didn't expect Feng Ping to be so direct.
The two were strangers, and as soon as they met, Feng Ping wanted to watch the Sky Burial Sword.
This request is obviously a bit abrupt.
Ji Tianxing frowned and said calmly: "Fourth Elder, I understand what you mean, you want to confirm whether I have obtained the real Sky Burial Sword.
However, the Sky Burying Sword is the sword of the Sword God and has been missing for thousands of years.
With all due respect, even if I show you the Heavenly Burial Sword, how can you tell the truth from the false?
What’s the difference between seeing it and not seeing it?”
Feng Ping's request was rejected, but he was not angry and still maintained a pleasant attitude.
He showed a smile and explained in a sincere tone: "Mr. Ji, there is naturally a reason why the Great Immortal sent me here.
More than a thousand years ago, the master sat in Tianzhu Mountain and challenged all the martial saints in the world.
At that time, there were not many people following the master, only the great immortal and a few master uncles.
Fortunately, I was also on Tianzhu Mountain that year.
Although, at that time, I was just a Taoist boy in his teens, helping the Immortal take care of the alchemy furnace.
But God has favored me, I have met my master many times, and I have also seen the Sky Burial Sword several times with my own eyes."
"Oh?" After hearing what Feng Ping said, Ji Tianxing raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Dare you ask Fourth Elder Gui Geng?"
"One thousand five hundred and fifty-eight years old." Feng Ping replied without hesitation.
Ji Tianxing frowned slightly, thought about it silently, and found that the facts were basically consistent.
However, to be on the safe side, he still used his spiritual thoughts to quietly awaken Zangtian.
"Zang Tian, you should have seen this Feng Ping, do you still have any impressions?"
Zangtian said calmly: "It's been more than a thousand years, and my memory is already incomplete. How can I still remember these unimportant people?"
Ji Tianxing was helpless and couldn't force anything.
At this time, Feng Ping looked at him with burning eyes and said in a sincere tone: "Master Ji, don't worry, I and the entire Tianzhu Mountain have no ill intentions towards you.
The Sword God is the spiritual leader of all of us and the eternal ancestor.
I just want to see the relics of my ancestor and complete the task ordered by the great immortal, and I hope that Mr. Ji will fulfill it."
Seeing that Feng Ping's tone and demeanor were full of sincerity and desire, Ji Tianxing thought for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.
"It's okay to show it to you, but you have to tell me first, who is the great immortal you are talking about?"
Feng Ping replied without hesitation: "More than 1,500 years ago, the great immortal's Taoist name was Huanglong Taoist.
He has been following his master and taking care of things in Tianzhu Mountain.
Thousands of years ago, after the death of the master, the world was shaken, and many Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to invade Tianzhu Mountain.
Tianzhu Mountain suffered a great calamity, and several master uncles and strong men in the sect were killed one after another. Only Great Immortal Huanglong and a few of us survived.
From then on, the Great Immortal has been our leader, leading all of us to protect the final inheritance of Tianzhu Mountain.
The Great Immortal once said that the Master is the God King in the Nine Heavens and can never truly fall.
One day, Master will return as a king and come to the world again!"
Ji Tianxing listened carefully, and some pictures involuntarily emerged in his mind.
In his memory, when the Sword God was sitting in Tianzhu Mountain, he was accompanied by a middle-aged Taoist wearing apricot-yellow Taoist robes.
Looking back now, that yellow-robed Taoist should be the Great Immortal Huang Long mentioned by Feng Ping.
After a while, Ji Tianxing gathered his thoughts, stretched out the palm of his right hand, and handed it to Feng Ping.
"Whoosh!"
A black light flashed in the palm of his hand, and an ancient sword as black as ink appeared, which was the Sky Burial Sword.
As soon as Feng Ping saw the Heavenly Burial Sword, his body immediately stiffened and he was stunned on the spot.
His eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Burial Sword, his eyes were shining brightly, and his eyes were actually red.
His eyes and expressions became very complicated, and his emotions fluctuated violently.
"It is indeed the Heavenly Burial Sword! After more than a thousand years, I can still see it with my own eyes. I can die without regrets!"
Feng Ping murmured in a low voice, slowly stretched out his hands, held the Heavenly Burial Sword in his palm, and rubbed it gently, as if he was greeting an old friend.
"I still remember that I was still a boy guarding the alchemy furnace.
Once, when the Immortal was refining the Seven-Night Soul Ascension Pill, he needed to keep the furnace fire burning for forty-nine days.
I persisted for forty-six days, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in the alchemy room..."
Feng Ping was talking to himself about the past, with a faint smile on his old cheeks.
"The furnace of Seven Nights Soul-Ascension Pills was destroyed, and the Great Immortal was furious and wanted to severely punish me, a Taoist boy who had neglected his duty.
At the critical moment, it was the Heavenly Burying Sword that stopped the Great Immortal and pushed him away, saving me from being punished..."
When he said this, the Sky Burying Sword vibrated slightly and flicked his hands away.
Zangtian's voice came from the sword, and he said in a strange tone: "Little one, after more than a thousand years, you still remember this little thing?
Even if you want to thank me, you don't have to hold me so affectionately, what's the etiquette of it?"
The sudden sound shocked Feng Ping's body, and he immediately turned to stone.
He stared at the Heavenly Burial Sword in trance, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
After a long time, he came back to his senses and asked in a very excited tone: "Senior Zangtian? Is it really you? You are actually...still alive?"
His face turned red with excitement, he rubbed his hands together, and even spoke incoherently.
Ji Tianxing glanced at Feng Ping with a strange look, and thought to himself: "Youngster? An old man who has lived for more than a thousand years? Isn't this too irrelevant?"
However, he felt relieved after thinking about it for a moment.
When Feng Ping was working as a Taoist boy on Tianzhu Mountain, he was only in his early ten years, so he was indeed a little kid for Zang Tian.
At this time, Zangtian's voice sounded again.
"Little one, how many of your uncles have passed away?"
Feng Ping took a few deep breaths before he calmed down. He nodded quickly and said, "Except for the Great Immortal Huanglong, all the uncles have died in the battle.
Now only the Great Immortal is left to take us and stick to Tianzhu Mountain."
Zangtian was silent for a moment, and said in a low and powerful tone: "It doesn't matter, one day, Tianzhu Mountain will regain its glory!
Anyone who has ever invaded Tianzhu Mountain will pay the price with blood!"
Feng Ping nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with excitement and expectation, and said with determination: "Senior Zangtian, I also believe that that day will come soon!"
Zangtian warned again in a solemn tone: "Go back and tell Huang Long that Ji Tianxing is the successor of the Sword God and the new master of Tianzhu Mountain.
For all the grudges and hatreds of the past, only he can lead everyone to avenge them.
No matter what, you must protect him and help him return to the top as soon as possible and regain the glory of the sword god!"
After listening to Feng Ping with a solemn expression, he immediately bowed and said, "Senior Zangtian, this junior will definitely carry your words to you word for word!"