I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1747

[Chapter 1629: I recall the majestic sky and the flowing flowers, and now I am the sword flying flowers.]

Chapter 1633: Recalling the majestic sky and the flowing flowers, now my sword flies and the flowers

swallow up the last wisp of clouds on the horizon in the dark night.

Opening his eyes in the night, the beast in the forest was about to start its hunting moment, and heard ferocious roars in the distance.

The storyteller stood by, looking nervously at his brother who was sitting cross-legged on the ground next to him, and angrily said:

“You are hiding the sword!”

“It’s okay, just move your muscles a little.”

After the eight masters finished speaking, they closed their eyes and breathed away. , turned into a large stone that can be seen randomly in this mountain forest.

“What on earth did Quilehan tell you!”

The storyteller was anxious. “No matter how important they are, you are not more important than yourself. How can you do anything for them after hiding the sword for so many years?”

What answered him was the silence of the mountain forest, and the sound of the forest. The undetectable footsteps of the beast approaching quietly.

“Is Xu Xiaoshou more important, or are you more important?” The storyteller stopped kicking his brother and interrupted his current thoughts.

The latter still had no response.

“Will you hurt yourself?”

His tone softened and he knelt down next to Bazun Shu. “If something happens to you, I can’t explain it to Sister Yue.”

He played the piano to Niu.

The storyteller’s brows jumped again and again, and he could no longer bear it. Thirty years of resentment poured out in this night:

“Okay, okay, okay!”

“You are the only ones who are smart, but we are mortals and are burdens!”

” If you don’t say anything, you won’t understand it. If you can’t understand it, it’s better not to ask, right?”

“You are like this! Wen Ting is like this! You are the only one who cultivates. The sword is high in the clouds… I’m too lazy to guard you!”

He stood up suddenly, threw his skirt and left, about to jump off the cliff, leaving Bazun Shu to starve to death alone in this mountain forest.

No, it doesn’t have to starve to death so slowly.

He will soon be devoured by wild beasts.

“Oh.”

Bazun sighed softly, and had no choice but to fall into a calm state. He opened his eyes and said, “Come back.”

“Eh.”

The storyteller rolled back and lay next to his brother, holding his cheeks. , eyes shining brightly, “Say it, say it!”

“Sealing the sword is not hiding the sword, and the two are not so absolute. It’s just that the sword master is stunned and thinks that the sword must never be drawn when hiding the sword… …Didn’t I use a sword in the Eight Palaces?” “

Yeah, I

won’t be hurt.”

“

…”

“What else?”

He stopped and suddenly became anxious, “How can there be any comparison between the Eight Palaces and the God-killing Official Site? Now you have to travel through the starry sky and go to another dimension!”

Bazunzhen shook his head lightly, without saying much, and picked up the A stone was flicked out from between the index finger and middle finger.

The storyteller followed quickly.

“Plop.”

The stone traced an arc that was not very elegant, and fell feebly about ten feet away. After rolling a few times, it stopped in front of the big stone.

“Understood?”

Ba Zunzhen boasted that he explained it perfectly. He immediately closed his eyes and fell into concentration again.

What is what is what…

The storyteller’s eyes widened, and three plumes of smoke came out of his head. He racked his brains and couldn’t figure out what his brother wanted to express.

“What the hell are

you pretending to be!” “Can’t you just tell me what you have to say!”

He made a vicious move and pulled open the eyelids of Ba Zunzun’s eyes, almost gouging out the two eyes that were spinning around at a loss.

“Quenching.” Lao Ba said helplessly, and then he stopped the storyteller’s violence.

“What quenching?”

“Cao Yihan said that the last step of blacksmithing is not to lift the sword embryo in front of the enemy and fight directly, but also requires a process of quenching and condensation.”

So the Ranming site is the last basin of quenching water. You have to Complete “condensation” in the past?

But water is everywhere, so why highlight the basin of Ming Ruins?

Oh, I know, this pot must have the best effect.

The storyteller had a bit of imagination. After thinking deeply, he looked at the stone not far away and pointed out his last confusion: “What does this have to do with the stone?”

“Sealing the sword until old age, I will become a saint.”

“I am here to temper the sword with my thoughts. After completing the last step of repairing the sword, I can put the sword back into the box and prepare it for use.

“

To whom?

The storyteller’s expression tightened. He was very capable of capturing the key points of his brother’s life and death. “You want to fight Hua…him?”

Bazun knew: “There must be a battle.”

The storyteller was silent. It was not that he didn’t think highly of his brother. , but still think the time has not come yet.

Huachangdeng is always one step ahead.

Huachangdeng then took the lead step by step.

Huachang Deng has been conferred the title of Holy Emperor with the Sword, and has obtained the real power and resources of the highest authority of the five holy emperor families. It can no longer be measured by a single “Holy Emperor of Swords”… When

it comes to Huachang Deng, all storytellers are Fear, all powerlessness, all natural talents plus resources, background, and a perfect character with an extremely good character – if the eight acquaintances were not named eight, but were from the family of the Five Holy Emperors.

At the same time, Rao Yaoyao heard that he was only three days behind Hua Changdeng in sword cultivation, so he spent thirty years trying to catch up.

As a result, not only did the gap not get smaller, one was in the sky and the other was on the ground.

On the other hand, the Eight Masters are familiar with each other.

The sword has been hidden for thirty years and left behind for thirty years. It is beyond reach to think about it…

To be honest, outsiders may still remember the glorious appearance of the “Eighth Sword Immortal”.

The storyteller has long forgotten how high-spirited his brother was back then, and in his mind, all that remains is the trivial things from life over the years.

For example, you need crutches to travel, you need support when flying, you get cold due to strong winds, and you occasionally see blood when you cough…

to put it bluntly.

I have no filial son before I have been sick for a long time.

Friends who have not seen each other for many years meet again, and everyone can show some concern when they see their brother’s current situation.

You can truly say that because you paid homage to the Emperor and the Empress, you have taken care of such a useless person for more than thirty years, and you are even willing to give up your own bright future because of it…

Your slaves have all abandoned you.

And your me is still by your side.

The storyteller realizes that if his brother wakes up one day and calls him “adopted father”, then he deserves it!

And this guy whose highlight moments are almost completely blurred in his memory said that he only needs this last step of quenching to be completed before he can shine again.

The storyteller’s first reaction was not to be happy. What he thought of was what most people call “reflection.”

“Do you know about the revolving lantern?”

“Have you dreamed about the past

when you slept recently?” “Do you occasionally feel depressed when you see the moon and start to think about the beauty of the future, and Sister Yue, and Wen Ting and others, and everyone?” the storyteller seemed to ask casually.

Bazun didn’t know where this man’s thoughts were going, and he pointed at the stone.

The storyteller was thinking: “By the way, you haven’t said it yet, what does quenching have to do with this stone?”

“From here to there.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s so simple.” “

Uh…” The storyteller was at a loss for words. , staring at the distance about ten feet away, and then looking back at his brother, he realized that he didn’t want to say more and was trying to excuse himself.

He was just about to get angry and beat this guy awake so that he would stop dreaming – how could it be so simple to go from Holy God Continent to Ranming Ruins?

Haven’t moved yet.

Bazun has closed his eyes.

This time, he was no longer silent.

Facing the cool night wind and the bleak mountain forest, he opened his lips and teeth, as if he had used up all the strength he still had, and chanted loudly:

“Half of my life is lonely, the autumn cicada misses the summer.”

“Recalling ” “Going towards the majestic mountains, the sky is filled with flowers.”

The mountains and forests are dead silent, and the murmuring sounds are getting farther and farther with the night wind, but they can’t go very far at all.

There is no sword chant.

No streamer.

Only the rustling of the branches was left to respond, dispelling the slight embarrassment that might have arisen from the sudden remarks if outsiders were present.

The storyteller pursed his trembling lips and his nose was slightly sore.

He heard his brother’s recollection of the glorious past and his desire for the art of swordsmanship.

But…

the moon that belonged to the ancient sword cultivator had already gone to someone else’s head, and was no longer focused on him alone.

The guy who once made a move and all the magic followed, did not come back in style just because he chanted a few words at this moment.

Let’s go.

We go down the mountain.

What other people do is none of my business, let’s go home.

The storyteller wiped the corners of his eyes and stood up, just as he was about to step forward and take his brother home, but he didn’t expect that after the Eight Masters paused for a while…

“Boom!”

The whole forest suddenly shook.

An unknown force descended from the sky, cutting off the leaves on the branches and the flowers on the edges of the leaves.

The forest beasts that were quietly touched by the noise were either smashed to the ground or buried with broken bones.

Just as the storyteller was about to take a step forward, he knelt down in front of his brother and knocked him on the head, causing his forehead and nose to bleed.

“???”

He was completely stunned as he was unprepared.

After he managed to lift his head under the heavy pressure, his ears felt as if they were pricked with needles again, and he only heard a melodious sword cry that made people dizzy!

“The song in the box is moving, now I am in harmony with myself.”

“The shadow is riding under the moon, and the flowers are flying with a sword.”

Phew!

A thought rises in the wind, carrying branches and leaves.

In the blink of an eye, the light and shadow crossed the mountain stream and Qingming, turned into a little black under the moonlight, and then disappeared.

Bang.

Bazunzun seemed to have died. His body went limp and fell to the ground. The back of his head was bleeding from the gravel.

“Ah!”

the storyteller screamed. After realizing that the momentum was gone, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up:

“Brother, brother, what’s wrong with you! How could you die?”

“Why bother, why bother in front of others? You really want this face, others will laugh at you, but they won’t laugh at you…”

He paused as he spoke, stretched out his green finger, and probed his brother’s breath.

Eh?

Still angry?

The storyteller’s eyes lit up, he thought of “quenching fire with thoughts”, and quickly turned his head and glanced behind him.

Under the moonlight in the mountains, the sound of swords no longer sounds, and the wind supports the flowers.

The unknown dark purple petals swayed and fell, breaking the light and making people lose their minds.

“A sword flies into the air…”

The storyteller finally heard an explanation, but he couldn’t understand it.

He stared blankly into the distance and murmured:

“He still went…”

…

that night.

People who are sleeping soundly in the southern region do not realize that flowers are blooming, and the fragrance comes from their dreams.

The flowers were sent by the wind, rising from the southern region and lost in the southern world. Not long after, they landed from the eastern region again, traveling through the roads and fields, visiting the mountains and rivers, and sending incense to the sword tombs.

“Buzz!”

The sword burial mound and the sword washing pool.

Qingju suddenly went crazy, trembling violently, like a thin dog that had been hungry for thirty years and smelled the smell of hot, freshly baked black pork buns.

“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”

“Keng! Keng! Keng!”

It struggled desperately.

It wept with tears.

It tried to break through the blockade of the Sword Washing Pool, break through the resentment of the hundred thousand broken swords in the Sword Tomb, and break through the rules of this place to come out again.

It failed.

Even though its green residence has had the glory of flooding from the sky.

Today, it is just a broken sword that is rusty and covered with moss, and it has been abandoned for a long, long time.

“Woooooooooo…”

it cried helplessly.

It’s a big dream, but when you wake up, it’s all empty.

This dream has occurred countless times in the past thirty years.

…

The top of Tianshan Mountain, on the side of Jianma.

“What are you doing!”

“Did I steal your ancestral treasure? Why are you chasing me like this? Are you sick?”

Wen Tingben was still controlling his conscious body to run and retreat wildly.

Suddenly the main body’s pupils trembled, he regained consciousness and tilted his head in disbelief.

people?

It’s not an illusion!

In the past thirty years, no one has been able to climb to the top of the Tianshan Mountains except himself. There is actually an illusory and otherworldly figure in the void at the top of the Tianshan Mountains.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a pine-shaped crane body, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his hands were clasped behind his waist, and he was so angry that he swallowed the whole world. His eight-foot-long body was as high as the sky, and he was dressed in white robes like a banished immortal.

This person…

this person! !

Wen Ting’s face turned pale and changed again and again.

After rubbing his eyes, he still couldn’t accept the appearance of the figure in front of him.

As if he suddenly had a seizure, he bent his waist, swung his upper body left and right, straightened up again, and pecked his head left and right like a woodpecker. Finally, he covered his chest with his hands, pushed the air into his chest, and said in a choked voice:

“Ah ah ah~ My wife~”

She was so unbearable that she couldn’t contain the shock in her heart even after singing blindly.

“Shut up.”

The white-robed figure’s face darkened.

It was as if Wen Ting’s chat box had suddenly been opened, and what was inside turned out to be a flood. He couldn’t stop it:

“Are you the Eight Masters?”

“Why are you so young?”

“Who taught you the art of keeping your face, okay? Okay, practice this secretly behind my back…”

“Aren’t you useless? Show me your fingers!”

“Ah! Shigen, you are not a master of the Eight Masters…what a monster! Bao Laodao, revealed his true form… Auntie~”

As soon as Wen Ting touched the sisal and flicked his sleeves, he pulled out a stream of light from behind and was about to kill it in the air.

“I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you.”

Ba Zunzhen remained motionless and turned his eyes to the distant sky:

“I just sensed the fluctuations in the Sword Viewing Canon. I could have gone directly, but the boy suddenly lost contact…”

” Just help me cross the starry sky and use your sword. If you stay a little closer, I can find him by myself.”

Wen Ting folded his arms and remained silent.

Wen Ting looked around without saying a word.

Wen Ting suddenly burst into laughter, and kept making “hahahahaha” sounds. He suddenly spread his legs and spread his hands horizontally, making a sign with the word “big”:

“You!”

His arms quickly moved upwards, drawing two semicircles. Finally, they converged at a point above the head:

“Please!”

Put your feet back, spread your hands diagonally downwards, and throw away the long sleeves on both sides:

“Me!”

The sleeves rolled up, hands on hips, and raised the chin:

“Yeah~ “

After hearing these four words, Ba Zunzhen’s lips twitched slightly, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he turned around to leave.

But he couldn’t bear it anymore, so he turned around and said,

“I told you before that people can’t stay at home for too long, let alone staying in the same place for thirty years, you will get sick.”

Wen Ting laughed wildly: “I Am I sick? “

“You’ve been kicked in the head by a donkey. Why don’t you call me sick?”

“Who is it ?” Sick?” His expression became serious.

Bazun said: “I am sick.”

After saying this, he turned around and left.

“Stop!”

Wen Ting spread his legs, flicked his sleeves, and took out a piece of paper and a pen from nowhere:

“Write!”

“Please write to me!”

“Sign it to the Eight Masters…”

“No! Don’t write your bad name when signing, write ‘Slave of the Moon Palace’!”

“Hurry up! No one else can help you with this matter. The old sluts are already chasing me. If I delay, they will definitely die!”

Bazun knew. Taking a deep breath, using the finger as the pen and thoughts as the ink, I left my mark on the paper.

Wen Ting grabbed the paper and blew it.

With a hiss, the sword thought was blown away.

The silver lettering was in black, and he carefully hid the note.

“Jian Nian?” Wen Ting pointed at the translucent Eight Masters.

Bazun shook his head.

“Sword Elephant?”

He shook his head again.

“Tianjie Sword Elephant?”

Still shaking his head.

“Say it or not!” Wen Ting said as if if you don’t tell me, I will start defaulting on the debt.

“Sword me.”

With these two simple words, Wen Ting’s eyes widened, as if he saw himself returning to his true nature after removing the whitewash from the avenue.

Right now, the Tianshan Mountains are beginning to change…

The snow is gone, and the four seasons have returned;

the lush greenery has gone away, and the mountains have returned to baldness;

the sand and rocks have gone away, and the tide has risen;

the tide has gone away, and…

“Wake up!”

Eight Masters said in the air. With a flick of his finger, Wen Ting staggered back two steps, waking up as if from a dream.

“I don’t have time to enlighten you. Send me over.”

Damn it…

You really deserve to die…

Jianwo, what is “Swordwo”…

Wen Ting lowered his eyebrows and glared, his canthus splitting, like an evil beast The same feeling was boiling in his throat, and he almost broke his back molars, so he couldn’t hold back his jealousy.

“Don’t you want to take a look at it?” He lowered his head and looked in the direction of the sword washing pool.

“No need.”

Oops, no, no, if

you say two more words, you will die, right?

While his heart was twisting, Wen Ting turned around with what he thought was a flick of his sleeves, but the corners of his mouth and eyes twitched wildly and uncontrollably twice.

He quickly calmed down his expression, patted Kenma lightly, and said calmly: “Kenma, give him a ride.”

“Ugh…”

Kenma let out an extremely pleasant sound that he hadn’t heard in thirty years. Jian Ming lost his cold temperament.

The sword light shot out, carrying me, the Eight Swords of Knowledge, and swept into the starry sky.

Wen Ting was stunned in the wind and snow.

“Ah -“

After an unknown amount of time, an uncontrollable scream sounded from the top of Tianshan Mountain:

“Jianma!”

“Tell me!”

“Why do you make such a disgusting sound? Why?!”

[End of this Chapter.]