I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1593

[Chapter 1520: The sword of life returns to the grave after death, and the drama of impermanence is in Wen Ting]

The wind stopped and the snow stopped.

The ownerless plum rain ended the heavenly solution, spiraled down from mid-air, and stuck into the earth not far away.

“Woo…”

The sword trembled and made a low whimpering sound, like crying.

Feng Zhongzui saw that Gu Lao’s body was aging at an exaggerated speed visible to the naked eye, and silently moved the preaching mirror elsewhere.

Mei Siren was still holding Gu Yu, but felt that the weight of the person in her arms was getting lighter little by little.

Soon his jaw began to tremble slightly. After hesitating and struggling for a long time, he raised his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou on one side: ”

Can the secret of life save him?”

From Xu Xiaoshou’s perspective, Gu Lao’s The pattern of life is withering and dissolving, gradually extinguishing with the breath of the soul.

This is an irreversible process.

The secret of life can help people break life, but it does not forcefully change life.

If life is limited, then death is the result of life. On this one-way road, it can never turn back.

If life is infinite, then death is a process of transformation – Gu Lao’s life pattern does not disappear absolutely, it relatively becomes part of the energy of heaven and earth and enters a natural cycle system.

The world is ruthless.

So is life.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head silently. When he saw Mr. Siren lowering his head calmly, he stopped talking.

If he wanted to, he could actually change his life by force.

But it is not a change in the result, but a relatively static intermediate process.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t make Gu Lao wake up and recover. He didn’t have such vast magical powers.

He just has a lot of battery life because of his passive skills. If he really wants to do it, he should be able to transfer the surging vitality to Gu Lao, allowing him to “get” while “passing” and maintain a balance.

But it only maintains the balance of the living dead.

Gu Lao couldn’t speak, move, or think. He would be frozen in this moment forever.

There needs to be a second true body next to him that keeps entering the state of vitality. Once interrupted, Mr. Gu will continue to develop towards that result.

This is not life!

This is a punishment for two people, life is worse than death!

So until the end, Xu Xiaoshou remained silent because this did not even constitute a “choice.”

Everyone around looked at this scene quietly, and even the semi-saints in the Holy Temple did not make any noise at this time.

Guyu left.

He left quietly.

If the semi-saint dies, the whole world will be saddened.

It’s a pity that even if a mortal is still half a step away from becoming a saint, there is still a distance in between.

Under the Xuanmiao Sect, it is unknown whether Gu Yu has attained enlightenment or not.

What the world knows is that nearly half a month after the preliminary ranking of the Seven Sword Immortals was finalized, the “Number One Sword Immortal” fell!

This is not the end.

This is a turning point in a changing situation.

The legend left behind by “A sword once opened a mysterious door” is bound to set off a storm in the circle of ancient sword cultivators, attracting thousands of people to pursue it.

But, that’s all a thing for another time…

“I’ll leave for a moment.”

Mei Siren stood up with Gu Yu in his arms, whispered to Xu Xiaoshou, and walked away from the crowd.

“Yeah.”

Xu Xiaoshou watched Mr. Siren leave, but he couldn’t feel the sadness.

It had only been half a day since he met Mr. Gu.

He did get something from Gu Lao. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that what the Xuan Miao Sect was was going to fade away to nothing.

Don’t talk about the gains, only the lessons. The only thing Xu Xiaoshou remembers…

He believes that Liu Fuyu, and even all the ancient sword cultivators will remember, this should be what Gu Lao wants to tell the world:

to follow the path of the Sword God, Nine swordsmanships are indispensable!

This is the threshold.

The threshold for enlightenment and ascension.

Then…

“Tao, what is it?”

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky in confusion.

Even if he masters the three great road maps, he will also fall into confusion.

The sky after the rain is as clean and clear as a mirror. At this time, the wind and snow reappear and fall as usual.

“Buzz!”

Mei Ziyu was shocked.

Mei Siren paused while holding Gu Yu, and looked at the sword that he had named himself.

He actually forgot to take it away with Xiaoyu.

“Sorry…”

Mei Siren turned around and walked over, wanting to pick up Mei Ziyu.

“Who?!”

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head suddenly, his scalp numb.

Because at this moment, in “perception”, there was suddenly a person beside Mei Ziyu.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time…

But before Mei Siren turned around, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t notice him at all, it was as if he didn’t exist!

In mid-air, Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi and others lowered their eyes with surprise.

The ancient sword cultivators who followed him to the ground early and watched him off silently were also surprised.

As far as everyone could see, they saw a white figure standing next to Mei Ziyu.

He is extremely tall.

Xu Xiaoshou is already tall enough, half a head taller than the others, and the figure in white is almost the same.

His white robe is very homely and casual, with only a simple crane pattern in white, which he wears casually.

His long black hair fell down both sides of his temples, slightly fluttering in the wind and snow, and shaped his white and warm jade-like cheeks.

What’s worth mentioning is…

he has theatrical makeup around his left eye, and even his eyelids are pink, but only this eye is painted pink.

Others, even their feet were bare, as if they were coming from nowhere in a hurry.

“Long time no see, Mr. Si Ren.”

The middle-aged man smiled softly at the corner of his lips. He was elegant, easy-going and very charming.

In his left hand, he held an unfinished volume of “The Book of Swords”. The first sentence of the book was “There can be nothing, and there can be nothing. The Tao is non-existence, a great dream for thousands of years.”

Before Mei Siren could make a move, his right hand took the lead to hold the bead on the hilt of Mei Ziyu’s sword that was stuck on the ground.

Unexpectedly…

Mei Ziyu, who was still crying just now, became quiet when the swordsman in white put his hand on her.

“Mei Ziyu cannot be buried in the same place as Gu Lao.” He said shockingly, looking at the Meisi people, he said bluntly:

“The sword of the first sword immortal, the sword opens the mysterious door, it is said to be ‘the best in the world’, in the future The sword will definitely become famous.”

“The merits and demerits are equal to each other, so the sword is not in danger, but under such circumstances, if you are buried with Gu Lao, you will not be able to live in peace after death.” After saying

this, he nodded slightly:

“My condolences.”

Mei Siren froze in front of the sword, his thoughts stopped.

Su Qianqian flashed through Xu Xiaoshou’s mind…

The first famous sword he came into contact with during that time at Tiansang Ling Palace was Su Qianqian’s tomb-named Chengxue.

It was later learned that in order to protect the sword, the entire Su family had no peace day and night.

In the end, Tomb Ming Chengxue was brought to Tiansang Ling Palace by Su Qianqian. Even so, it attracted countless sword thieves.

Fortunately, the spirit palace was strong and blocked one wave after another.

But…

the last thing…

triggered a big…

“The sword of life follows you, and the sword of death returns to the grave.”

The man closed the sword sutra, put his hands behind his waist, and said: “Gu Lao and Mei Ziyu’s The fate has ended here, let me find the next generation of sword holders for it.”

Mei Siren had not yet reacted, but when he heard this, he suddenly lost his mind and said sadly:   ”

You have grown so big…”

The young man smiled and said nothing.

A flash of light flashed in Xu Xiaoshou’s mind, his eyes widened, and he finally remembered who this person was.

Yes!

That’s who!

What’s your name?

That…Seven Swordsmen, the one from the previous generation!

Everyone around them had similar expressions, and they all looked like they had remembered something and had their brows furrowed.

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and patted the man desperately, becoming mute with excitement.

“Well! Uh! Well…”

I held it in for a long time, but couldn’t hold back a single word.

Fortunately, in the end, they finally got through the crowd and screamed loudly:

“Wen Ting!!!”

Keng –

Wen Ting picked up the plum rain and glanced at the preacher with a smile, but he was so drunk in the wind. .

“Damn it! So he looks like this…”

“Damn it! I haven’t seen his portrait before. No, I should have seen it… Have you all seen it?”

He grabbed the preaching mirror and shook it wildly in excitement. , and freed up his hands to say hello:

“Wen Jianxian! I am Zhong Tingchen, a descendant of Feng Tingzui!”

Wen Ting had already turned to look back at Mei Siren, and said warmly: “If you have no objection, I will take Mei Ziyu with me. Let’s go back to the Sword Tomb for burial.”

Mei Siren turned his head and thought about it. Wen Ting’s thoughts were not unreasonable.

And after the death of the master of the world’s most famous sword, regardless of whether it was stolen, stolen, or shot, as long as it cannot be defended, its final destination will probably be back to the sword burial mound.

The water faces east, and the sword returns to the tomb.

It was a blessing that Mei Ziyu’s generation of tomb watchers personally came to sheath the sword.

“Okay.”

Mei Siren hugged Gu Yu and nodded solemnly.

“You don’t have any objections, right?”

Wen Ting smiled and patted the sword in his hand.

Mei Ziyu is psychic and knows that fate is playing tricks on people. She trembles silently and acquiesces.

“That’s it.”

Wen Ting put away his sword and retreated, opened his mouth, and swallowed the whole plum rain.

ah?

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes suddenly widened.

After Wen Ting swallowed the sword, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he smiled and looked at the many ancient sword cultivators present. Regardless of whether they knew them or not, he nodded in greeting one by one.

Finally, he looked at Xu Xiaoshou.

“Being watched, passive value, +1.”

Look at me?

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t understand why and looked back.

After staring for three breaths, he suddenly woke up. This Wen Ting was too illusory, maybe not a real person?

And his face…

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see that Wen Ting’s face was quite unique and handsome, but he couldn’t remember how to describe it specifically.

Like a famous sword concealing itself, a half-sage restraining himself.

Wen Ting didn’t know whether he deliberately didn’t want to show his true appearance, or whether it was objectively the case.

“You will be feared later in life.”

At the end of the day, Wen Ting raised the corners of his lips as a greeting.

After turning around, he flicked the water sleeves wrapped around his wrists in the air and turned into two long green and white dragons, flying away through the air.

Under the wind and snow, all that is left is the sound of the moving clouds, and then gradually disappears:

“Let the pear blossoms fall with the rain, and allow them to fall in love with each other and wake up from the dream! It makes people sigh! Hush! It’s endless! – -”

ah?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned again.

He just appeared so suddenly, swallowed a sword, sang a line in a play, and then left so suddenly?

Otherwise, nothing happened?

In the distance, Feng Zhongzui held on to the preaching mirror. He didn’t put down the mirror until he saw the white figure completely disappearing into the horizon.

He couldn’t understand what Wen Ting was singing, not even the words.

But I was immersed in that artistic conception and couldn’t bear to leave.

“I feel like he is a sword master.” Feng Zhongzui lowered his head and clicked his tongue twice, and spoke to the missionary mirror, “But I feel that ‘immortal’ is more suitable to describe it… What do you think?” Opposite the missionary mirror, there were

curses. Taotian:

“You’re drunk in the wind, you’re f*c*king sick, aren’t you? You’ve got nothing to do with your uncle!” ”

I’m so f*c*ked up, I finally waited for Wen Jianxian… I’ve never heard of his deeds in my life. , I only know that he is the Sword Immortal, I’m curious! Didn’t you see his mother’s face? What a fool!” ”

Ugh, drunk in the wind, I will kill you…”

At the former site of Yujing City, Xu Xiaoshou watched. Wen Ting left and fell into deep thought.

Semi-saint incarnation?

Not like that.

The incarnation of half-life thoughts?

It doesn’t look like either.

It looks like it never appeared at all… No swordsmanship?

“Well, Wen Ting’s apprentice, the third one, is practicing swordsmanship. His swordsmanship should be very good…” ”

Wait!”

After his thoughts stopped, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he knew what was strange.

Is there a possibility for this confused and confusing feeling – the Holy Emperor?

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked by his boldness.

This possibility was quickly denied. If Wen Ting was granted the title of Saint Emperor, how could the five Saint Emperor families just sit idly by?

Moreover, how is it possible for him!

He is not a top ten, nor does he have a big background.

Even some of the powerful ones among the ten have not yet been canonized. How could he become the Holy Emperor?

“Background…”

Xu Xiaoshou touched his nose. How does the Sword Burial Tomb compare with the five great holy emperor families?

Looking around, Mr. Siren has left.

It seemed that only Feng Tingchen could answer his question…

“Hey!”

Feng Tingchen suddenly jumped up from the ground, as if remembering that there was a fire at home, and slapped Feng Zhongzui on the back of his head, “I’ll go home first. “Remember to keep the preaching mirror well.”

“Feng Laoliu…” Xu Xiaoshou had just raised his hand.

brush!

Feng Tingchen disappeared.

“Sheep…” He looked at the new swordsman with the goatee, who hadn’t said hello yet, if he wanted to compete.

Snapped!

Feng Zhongzui received another heavy blow on the back of his head, and turned around resentfully.

“Keep it safe!”

Yang Xizhi dropped these words and disappeared without a trace.

Fengzhong was stunned for a long time, a look of horror flashed across his face, and he said tearfully: “Bring me one, I didn’t bring the spirit crystal, how can I walk home?!” ”

I’ll take you.”

Xu Xiaoshou came here. In front of young people…

well, actually he is also a young man, not much older than this boy.

“Haha, Master Shou, that’s not necessary. I like the feeling of being close to nature.”

Feng Zhongzui backed away in fright, but he knew what the old master was mainly avoiding like the god of plague.

He is also a member of the Feng family, and there is no way he would follow Master Shou and get involved in the overall situation. What kind of ghosts, beasts, and dark forces… It

would be a thankless job, and it would also make him a mess!

“Now that the three battles between Sword Immortals are over, I have to go back to Feng’s family first to keep the record of this battle.” Feng Zhongzui bowed to him: “Congratulations to Master Shou, congratulations to Master Shou, I’m   leaving

first!”

As soon as the mirror is closed, the drunkenness in the wind will follow.

Just as Xu Xiaoshou was about to take action to retrieve someone, he suddenly felt something and looked in the direction of the Guizhe Holy Mountain hanging upside down in the sky…

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Several times in a row, the sound was like thunder.

Even from such a distance, the destructive power seemed to be transmitted through the sound.

Very familiar.

Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils dilated slightly. He had heard…

“The common people are back?”

Not far away, Zhong Yuanzi suddenly spoke with an exaggerated surprise.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but turn his head away.

Fang Wenxin also remained silent, turning his eyes faintly.

Zhong Yuanzi seemed oblivious, clapped his hands, and said to himself loudly:

“Great!”

“The master of Xuanji Palace cannot go out, Master Jiuji needs to guard the mountain, and Mr. Yu, this dead salted fish, can’t do anything.” If you are willing to contribute… the Great Emperor of Cang Sheng can take charge of the overall situation!”

“He is a member of the Tenth Throne, and his combat power is best preserved among the ten!” ”

He is the Three Emperors, the only remaining Emperor, and the most capable fighting unit to the outside world!

“He is still…”

Zhong Yuanzi’s voice gradually weakened, and he glanced at Fang Wenxin with a red face, then looked at Cao Erzhu, Mu Zixi, Lei Shuangxing and others .

“No, what do you think I’m doing?” Zhong Yuanzi finally sounded a little weak.

The corner of Fang Wenxin’s mouth twitched: “Continue!”

“Uh.” Zhong Yuanzi was speechless. He glanced at Xu Xiaoshou from the corner of his eye and waved his fist down, “Great, if you can’t do it well…” the voice said Gradually to nothing.

“Being reminded, passive value, +1.”

“Being reminded, passive value, +1.”

“Being reminded…”

The information bar kept beating, and Xu Xiaoshou’s heartbeat stopped. The wait was finally here!

But he looked past Mr. Zhong as usual and looked at Cao Erzhu, Mu Zixi and others:

“Enter my Xingjie.”

Mu Zixi shook his head.

She is now dominated by Lei Xi’er’s will, and her identity is one of the Kings of Hell. She did not want to stay in the Xing Realm before.

But because of his injury, he was taken in by Xu Xiaoshou again.

Now that everyone is awake and back, why are they squatting back, waiting to be thrown away by Xu Xiaoshou, who is growing rapidly?

“I have to go.”

She left a sentence, pouted, and waved her hands regretfully: “Xu Xiaoshou, goodbye!” She turned and left resolutely.

Tears nodded in greeting and turned to leave.

Xuan Wuji turned and left.

Everyone left, even Fang Wenxin and Zhong Yuanzi hurried towards the direction of Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Xu Xiaoshou looked around, and there was only one person left beside him.

“Brother Xiao Shou…”

Cao Erzhu scratched his head naively and smiled, “I won’t leave, we are friends.”

Ten seats!

How dare you make me your friend!

Oh, so is your dad, so that’s okay… But is Ai Cangsheng the kind of person who will give your dad face?

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a moment: “Enter my apricot world.”

“What is apricot world?”

“It’s delicious.”

Xu Xiaoshou knew that Cao Erzhu was strong, but he really didn’t dare to let him resist the arrow. He planned to love Xiao Hui with one hand. common people.

As for the others…

even Mu Zixi knew that staying would only become a burden. What they wanted to fight was love for the common people, so naturally they could not win with numbers.

Of course Xu Xiaoshou would not do it directly.

At this time, even if he could go to the Holy Mountain and kill all the people he loves, Sang Lao would not be at the Dead Sea, but at the Ranming Ruins.

Xu Xiaoshou had only one plan:

After overpowering Yujing, beheading Xuanji, defeating all the saints, and defeating the Sword Immortal, the time dragged on, and when the Holy Temple was in a panic and no one could choose the way out, I had to return to love the common people.

As soon as he left the ruins…

hey, he was the one who decided when to go in and discuss the plan side by side with Mr. Sang.

Cao Erzhu shook his head and took the Xingjie Jade Talisman, but didn’t want to go in.

“I’ll hold the line for you.”

Seeing how hard-headed he was, Xu Xiaoshou stopped trying to persuade him and turned his mind elsewhere.

Ai Cangsheng’s return, including Wen Ting’s strength and even the dyeing ruins, actually he had something to ask.

And the answer is most likely more accurate than anyone else!

In Xingjie, the second real body directly approached Li Fugui.

Outside, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Tiehanhan in front of him, thinking that Kuileihan was as famous as Ai Cansheng after all, and asked without hope:

“Er Zhu, have you heard of the ‘Emperor of Cansheng’?”

Unexpectedly , Cao Erzhu nodded his head, and said in a loud voice:

“I know, dad said he is “the strongest now”!”

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[End of This Chapter.]