I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1743

[Chapter 1625: Meeting Wen Ting under the sword washing pool, smelling the sword and looking for the starry sky]

Chapter 1629: Meeting Wen Ting under the sword-washing pool, sniffing the sword and looking for the starry sky to

bury the sword tomb.

Stretching mountains surround this mysterious place that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. The mist that persists for many years makes this place a bit taboo.

Everyone knows that there is a famous forbidden mountain in the Eastern Region, called “Dongshan”. In terms of age, even those who conquer the holy mountain may not be qualified to age like it.

On the top of Dongshan Mountain, the ancestral tree sisal grows, also known as “Dongshan sisal”. However, due to its reputation, few people can get a glimpse of the true nature of sisal.

After being buried in the sword tomb, he sat and lay in the hinterland of Dongshan Mountain.

Obviously Dongshan is one of the seven forbidden areas, and the sharpness of the “sword” in his hand should make him famous in the five realms.

In fact, this mountain is like a sword burial mound, and it is well versed in the art of “hiding”.

No mountains, no dew.

Near the sword burial mound, there is an endless stream of worshipers all year round.

However, everyone could only go back and forth to the outer perimeter of the Dongshan Mountains. After struggling under the mist, they returned without success.

Except for those who successfully worshiped at the gate of the Sword Tomb, no outsider could see what the real mountain looked like.

However, how many people were admitted to the Sword Tomb for one generation?

There are only a handful of them!

The reputation is not great, but it does not mean that the luck of Dongshan and Sword Burial Tomb will become worse day by day.

The great rivers coming from the east all converge here.

In fact, in the entire Eastern Region Sword God Heaven, except for Shenyue Immortal City, which has jumped out in recent decades and robbed some of its luck in swordsmanship.

The luck of the swordsmanship in other places, no matter how vigorously they develop in the middle, will eventually converge at Dongshan, the land to the east, at the Sword Burial Tomb.

What’s the use of luck?

Luck does not have a specific and fixed role. If you insist on explaining it, it can only be manifested in this way:

The person who visited the tomb in the previous generation was named Yutu!

The contemporary tomb keeper, Wen Ting!

……

call out!

A ray of red light passed over the crowded market at the foot of the mountain, passed over the sweaty climbers at the foot of the mountain, and rushed into the mist with great pride.

“Look, who is that? He seems to be wearing a skirt? I’m peeping, I’m peeping…”

“Trespassing into the forbidden area of the Sword Tomb. Does she think she can’t die quickly enough?”

“Those who worship the mountain can only climb it on foot. , this is the unwritten rule of the Sword Burial Tomb. Only those who meet the standards of courage, perseverance, and wisdom can be favored by Wen Jianxian… Oh, except Gu Qingsi. “

” Flying like this, she can only trigger the restriction, who. Can he withstand the resentful attack of

the Hundred Thousand Swordsmen of the Burial Sword Tomb?

If anyone else’s surname is not Wen and Gu, they will definitely be shattered to pieces!”

“She is not one of the four brothers and sisters of the Gu family. She is a spiritual refiner at first glance, and she doesn’t even have innate swordsmanship.”

“Then she

is so rampant, I don’t know . Awe, damn it!”

“Uh, Li Nu!”

The storyteller Ling Nian heard the climber’s jealousy and curse, smiled, pulled out the token from his chest, and traveled unimpeded.

Just kidding, what kind of status does this person have, and he still goes hiking?

As you climb mountains and climb mountains, the last person you want to worship is not my brother!

As for my brother, he had already taken the initiative to pay homage to other people’s brothers when he was still very old.

If you really think about it, the three brothers of the Gu family…oh, they are now the fourth brother and sister, and they all call each other “Uncle”!

“Although I don’t know ancient swordsmanship…”

The storyteller raised his orchid fingers and gently pinched the Burial Sword Order. He walked all the way through the fog of the outer mountains and around the twists and turns of the inner mountains. He walked familiarly amidst various restrictions and sword lights, and soon he was unscathed. Get out of the sword formation.

The scene before his eyes changed.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, there is an indentation in the middle hinterland, embracing the north and south and facing east, looking towards the distant East China Sea, like a giant tomb on earth.

The tomb is a real tomb.

What was buried inside was not a human being, but countless spiritual swords and famous swords from all dynasties.

Above the cemetery, there is lingering lingering resentment and a desire for rebirth. This is the real thought of the sword visible to the naked eye, full of contradictions.

The storyteller dare not read more.

If you look at this thing too many times, your eyes may become useless.

However, the ancient sword cultivators looked at it and cultivated it. The Eight Masters’ sword-mindedness was perfected here.

Look up…

the mountain is so high that you can’t even reach the top!

If one stands on the East China Sea and looks far away, and can see through the fog, one can see the Dongshan Mountain that is invisible to the world, like a giant sword trying to penetrate the sky.

This sword is on the east side of the mountain, the hilt is submerged in the earth, the sword is boring to hold up the sword tomb, and the steep sword blade penetrates into the sky, which is extremely spectacular.

“On top of the sword tip of Dongshan Mountain is sisal…”

“Speaking of which, both the eldest brother and the second brother can go up there. I have been here for half my life, and it is still difficult for me to climb up and take a look at sisal. It is a pity that I have such a relationship. I’m here…”

The storyteller shook his head and sighed, no longer sighing, and rushed into the tomb with his skirt in hand.

…

“Brother~Brother~”

“Brother~Brother~”

was like a rooster crowing, from south to north, from west to east. The storyteller finally heard the melodious drama beside the sword washing pool.

I am singing “A Niu Embroidery”, which tells an ancient love story with twists and turns and a sad ending, between A Niu and the Embroidery Lady.

The storyteller couldn’t help but stop, and after listening to a few words in a daze, he finally woke up as if from a dream, opened the stone door with a token, and punched the door resentfully:

“Are you deaf? Can’t you hear people calling you?”

“Alang~Alang~what are you saying? Hey! Where is it~~~”

“Hey!

Xiu Niang~ Xiu Niang~ I know it! It’s over there~~~”

The storyteller kicked his toes.

The stone flew accurately and hit Wen Ting’s buttocks, causing blood to splash out.

“What are you doing!”

Wen Ting’s sleeves were rolled back, covering his red ass, turning his head and glaring.

He had full makeup on his face, with half a male face and half a female face. One person was playing two roles, and he was clearly in high spirits.

After looking back, his eyebrows were condensed, murderous, and his resentment was no worse than that of the famous swordsmen who were tortured every day in the sword washing pool.

“Something’s wrong.”

The storyteller kicked off his high heels and stepped barefoot into the bluestone path next to the sword washing pool that was just submerged in the water.

Amidst the crisp sound of water splashing, I walked to the seat and quickly curled up as if I were back at home. Even my wet feet stepped on the armrest of the seat unceremoniously.

After wiping twice, he crossed his legs and touched a book on the stone cabinet beside him. His head fell down. The storyteller flipped through the book and said,

“Xiao Shushen is looking for you.”

– ” “Sword Classic·Part 1”!

“He has something to ‘invite’ me, but he won’t come over. How can he be polite?” Wen Ting stared at the smelly feet with water stains in his eyes.

“I don’t understand! He really can’t make it! He can’t even fly. If you let him climb a mountain now, you will have to run out and collect his body tomorrow.” The storyteller turned over and lay down more comfortably with his butt stuck out. “Oh, we have to hold a funeral.”

There was a happy look on Wen Ting’s face, and the fierce look disappeared: “Haha, it’s good to collect the corpses, I like collecting the corpses, and the funeral is good, it must be a grand burial… Don’t interrupt, Put your feet down!”

If the three Gu brothers were to come here and see their master’s words and deeds at this moment, they would probably be shocked.

Because in the impression of the three little guys, the master is a serious person who keeps a straight face all year round and cannot easily raise the corners of his mouth, let alone laugh.

Moreover, the Sword Washing Pond is a holy place for sword burials. Three days before entering the stone gate, they had to burn incense, bathe, change clothes, meditate…

After completing a series of procedures, they had to ask Master for instructions before entering the Sword Washing Pond.

Finally, the “Sword Sutra” is a secret that is not passed down in the Sword Tomb. Except for the initial apprenticeship, only those who do something wrong in the future may be qualified to copy the “Sword Sutra” as a penalty.

On weekdays, Gu Qing did all kinds of bad things without asking for the right to copy the Book of Swords several times.

“Book from Heaven! Really Book from Heaven!”

The storyteller flipped through a few pages of the “Sword Sutra” and fell asleep, knowing that he would never be able to understand the innate sword intention in his lifetime.

He stuffed the ancient books back on the stone cabinet, stood up and said seriously:

“Kui Lehan is looking for him!”

Wen Ting raised his eyebrows, put his index finger against his rouged red lips, and said in a sinister tone: “The matter of their ten seats needs to be troubled. My little guy?”

“Please

?” “Yes! I’ll call you ,

the famous tomb-keeper!”

“

Who else is there?”

Smiling, he got down from his seat, came to the sword washing pool, squatted down and looked towards the center of the pool.

Among the rusty broken swords, there is a broken sword, but it has lasted for a long time. Not only is there no rust or moss, but it is still buzzing and trembling violently, and the sword is full of energy.

The storyteller couldn’t help but praise: “It must be Qingju. It has been alive for so long.”

“This is not vitality.” Wen Ting pointed out, “It is a little cry bag. It has been crying for thirty years. Never stopped. “

Buzz! “

Duanjian Qingju shook violently, as if he was making an objection, but the buzzing sound of “Woo-Woo” was even more harsh.

“The last time I saw it, it didn’t look like this.”

The storyteller squinted, vaguely remembering that the rust and moss on Qingju should have grown faster and more abundantly than other swords.

“It always has the illusion that it is going to be born again, so it takes a bath and changes clothes again.”

“Again?”

“Yes! Many ‘again’!” Wen Ting smiled jokingly, “After taking so many baths , but no one came to favor me, oh, my little crybaby, it’s so miserable~”

Wuwu –

Qingju was shocked even more violently.

“Just wait and see. In less than half a month, its rust and moss will grow faster than last time, and it will age faster.”

“It’s always sad, and your heart will die.”

Wen Ting has long lost his former self. With a heart of persuasion, he is not afraid of hitting Broken Sword Qingju at all now.

Dao Wan simply ignored the sword and turned to glance at the storyteller, his face becoming more serious:

“What’s the matter?”

The storyteller stopped talking and went straight to the point: “He asked you to look for the remains of the God-killer.”

“Summoner .”

” You can’t get in by name?”

“You can’t get in by calling the name.”

“It’s really not possible! The passage is also blocked. The essence is the same.”

“Then how can I find it?”

Wen Ting was speechless and spread his hands: “First, I don’t leave the Sword Burial Tomb, second, I am isolated from the world, and third, the spatial coordinates of the ruins of the three-slayer priest are not given to me, so I will risk my life to find it for you. “No need to kill you. “

The storyteller shook his green jade finger, “You use your dog… uh, you smell the smell of the Furious Immortal Buddha Sword, or the sword reading in the “Guanjian Canon”, there are four swords. Okay, just have a general direction.”

Wen Ting was about to scold him, but he was shocked when he heard the sound: “Have those naughty things gone in?”

After the disappearance of the Buddha, Wen Ting once looked for it. Several times, the taste finally settled on the master of Guizhe Holy Mountain Taoist Hall.

I stopped looking for him.

The storyteller nodded and said nothing.

Wen Ting pondered for a moment, his eyes became dangerous, and he said warily: “What happens after you find him? What does he want to do? What can he do? Or, is he going to continue to invite me – I won’t go!”

He blocked the way out in advance. .

Wen Ting had no interest in the dyeing ruins or anything like that, and he was too lazy to get involved in the overall situation.

“You don’t need you, just find him. He will take care of the rest by himself.”

“Isn’t he only half alive?” Wen Ting said without saying anything, but was anxious in his heart, “What can a loser who can die even if he climbs a mountain climb do? “

Don’t talk nonsense!”

The storyteller gave him a fierce look, and then said: “I don’t know anyway, but if he said that, there must be a way…”

Wen

Ting muttered. He paced back and forth next to the sword washing pool, and finally said: “Is there any approximate direction?”

“No.”

“Then you want me to go into the space debris flow to look for it? Find a needle in a haystack!”

“No! It’s out of the space debris flow, into the stars to look for it! Zhan Zhan The existence of the priest’s ruins is similar to that of the Void Island.”

“What?” Wen Ting’s face changed drastically, turning as black as coal, but he surprisingly did not refute.

Can it really be done?

The storyteller was horrified.

Anyway, when his brother made this outrageous suggestion before, he was not optimistic about it.

Now it seems…

“Have you broken through the Juggernaut?”

“No!”

“What about a breakthrough in another sense?”

“I won’t tell you! You big mouth, you can’t hide any secrets!”

That’s a real breakthrough! …The storyteller felt relieved. The two brothers were so powerful. It was good. They could sleep peacefully again.

“How long will it take?”

“I don’t know!”

Wen Ting rolled his sleeves angrily and turned to leave: “Wait, I have to ask Kenma for instructions, otherwise I may not be able to come back alive.”

Kenma… the storyteller’s heart moved: ” “Can I follow you?”

“Okay, if you can, just follow me.”

“You can protect me and let Master Kenma give me a sword seed, so I can practice my sword.”

“I can’t take it with me, and I can’t give it to you. You have to climb the mountain by yourself. It’s not like I won’t allow it – if you can climb it.”

“Damn it!”

The storyteller stamped his feet and watched Wen Ting’s solemn figure disappear. .

He went mountain climbing.

The road to the east mountain has not been climbed for decades. This trip is probably extremely dangerous.

“That’s right. After all, we are going to the stars to find someone…”

The storyteller felt dizzy just thinking about it.

Aimlessly, this is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

Can he really smell the scent of the Raging Immortal Buddha Sword and the like from the starry sky with just his dog nose?

Ba Zun is the elder brother.

Wen Ting is also an older brother.

The storyteller didn’t want to come and meet him, and end up having to build a tomb for his second brother in this cemetery…

…

waiting, and the days are like years.

After about a year of suffering, there was a melodious sword cry outside the sky, and all the worshipers outside Dongshan raised their eyes.

I saw a ray of sword light returning from the sky, gathering into the sword burial mound, and disappearing invisible.

“Mother Wen Jianxian!”

“Mom! I really saw the traces of Wen Jianxian. It’s not in vain that I have worshiped here for three years!”

“Did he become a swordsman? This momentum…”

“I don’t know which unlucky child got it. Tianjuan, I can accept the guidance of Wen Jianxian…ah! It’s so itchy, I can’t bear it anymore, get out of the way! “I want to crawl in

the sword pool !”

The storyteller stared blankly at the embarrassed swordsman in front of him.

This guy had only been out for one day, and it was as if he had returned from an ancient battlefield. Not only was he covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, but he was also holding a leg wearing “wool pants” in his hand.

One leg is broken!

“Are you okay?” The storyteller hurriedly stepped forward to help.

“Are you okay?” Wen Ting rolled his eyes and hit the opponent’s head hard with his broken leg. “My legs are broken. Are you okay?”

“It’s okay if you’re not dead, it’s okay if you’re not dead…” Storyteller The queen patted her chest in fear and said with a bit of anticipation: “So?”

Phew!

Wen Ting threw a jade slip over, and he swallowed the elixir and worked on his legs:

“I just caught it. The space coordinates of the four swords that just appeared, and the aura of the Wuyu sword, told him to follow these two Go after it.”

“The spatial coordinates of the ruins are still moving, and they are moving very fast! I will let Kenma chase him. If there is no response within a short period of time, he will not be lost.”

“If he goes over, tell him to be careful. Something…is wrong.”

The storyteller’s expression changed: “What’s wrong?”

Wen Ting glanced at him and knew that this little Taixu didn’t know the truth about the Ranming site, and naturally he wouldn’t reveal the power of the evil god he just saw. , let Ning Honghong stop worrying.

“Hurry back. I can’t find the coordinates if it’s too late. I won’t go out to the mountain for the second time.”

“Oh, okay.”

The storyteller knew how difficult things were in Feng Qingyun Danxia, so he didn’t dare to talk nonsense and just nodded. To leave.

“Wait a minute!” When he walked to the stone gate, Wen Ting suddenly said.

“What?”

“You let him drive directly into the Void Island. Didn’t he have the blessing of the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit? If nothing else happened, he could have saved his life.”

Need to use the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit?

The storyteller’s heart stopped and he felt a lump in his throat: “He has no spiritual energy now… Oh no, spiritual power cannot activate the door to the second plane, let alone open the Void Island…”

“Waste!”

“Tsk.” The storyteller was angry.

“Okay, okay, no waste, let’s go!” Wen Ting waved his legs irritably.

The storyteller did not respond, not even saying goodbye. He walked out of the stone door with a worried look on his face and was about to close the door behind him.

“Wait a minute!”

“What’s the matter?”

“You ask him… If you can’t beat him, you ask him to come here in person… Yes, a jade slip can also be used… Anyway, if he speaks in person, I might… Human, When I’m in a good mood, I will occasionally do something unplanned…”

The storyteller raised the corners of his lips.

“But not necessarily!”

Wen Ting stood alone in the sword-washing pool. He stuck out his butt and twisted around, pointing left and right with his legs, and finally pointed at the sword-washing pool:

“I’m very busy.”

“I have to give them a bath . , not necessarily free.”

“Whether I can leave the mountain or not… I’ll tell you later, anyway.”

The storyteller smiled slightly: “Is there any more?”

“

Okay~”

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[End of this Chapter.]