I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1810

[Chapter 1810]

[Chapter 1690: Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can you be reborn if you hide your suffering and do not cultivate?]

Chapter 1692: Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can the pain be reborn without cultivation?

“Elephant…dragon…”

Cao Erzhu stared blankly at the magnificent sword in his hand.

The story of Xianglong Yipin shocked him so much that it almost overturned the world he had known for twenty-six years.

Is this the sword made by dad?

Isn’t he an old-fashioned and depressed alcoholic?

He spends all day sitting in the blacksmith shop eating and drinking with nothing to do, but he actually understands the beauty of ivory hand guards and the interweaving of light and dark color patterns on his hands…

How ingenious is this pair of hands?

Can his calloused hands, which have not touched a hammer in twenty years, be able to hit it?

The most important thing!

Twenty or thirty years ago, my father was able to upgrade a spiritual sword to three levels by remaking it?

“Nu——”

The fingertips rubbed the sword body, and from inside the elephant dragon, a long and deep sound that sounded like an elephant’s roar or a dragon’s roar came from inside.

This sound washed away his soul, and Cao Erzhu’s tiger body trembled, and he barely came back to his senses.

So, this sword in your hand has witnessed the transformation from the first generation of Cheshen Nian to the second generation, from Punishing God and Punishing Tribulation to Sword Nian, and is it also a symbol of the friendship between Dad and Bazun?

“The elephant dragon has no name…”

Yes, the elephant dragon was originally nameless.

Before this, Cao Erzhu had never heard of Xianglong, but Xianglong was not really nameless.

It was able to be promoted from the third level to the first level in twenty years due to the nourishment of fame. This was due to more than just the father’s power of reinvention.

The larger part is that every time the world’s perception of Shen Nian changes and fame grows, a small part of it should nourish the nameless Xianglong.

With every nourishment of fame, little changes occur.

But in the past twenty years, from the complete disbelief of the world, everyone now agrees that the power of the Pure Spirit is comparable to the power of the ancestral source.

In this process, the “name” has changed too much, and the power, quality and quantity brought about by the transformation are too terrifying.

As for the “Sword of Witness”, Xianglong, even if it is unknown, the world does not know this sword.

Because of this section, after reshaping the foundation, he was promoted to the first level!

“It…”

Thinking of this, Cao Erzhu’s heart surged, and he couldn’t help but raise his eyes to look at Old Uncle Sang: “Why don’t you use Xianglong?”

“Because he is not an ancient sword cultivator.” The water ghost laughed.

“Yes.” Sang Lao heard Er Zhu’s thoughts and responded:

“If I use it, or if someone uses it, Xianglong does have the appearance of a famous sword, and his achievements may not be inferior to Qingju’s.”

” But there are too many swords in the Eight Masters. None of the swords that follow him will end well. He doesn’t want to let Xianglong down. ”

“So Xianglong only became a witness twice.”

Twice?

Cao Erzhu was at a loss.

He’s a bit stupid, but he’s not so stupid that he can’t tell the difference between the two, right?

Mr. Sang said: “The first time I witnessed it, Xianglong witnessed the evolution of the first and second generations of Shen Nian and the decision of its future development direction. The second time I witnessed it, it was when the Eight Masters handed it over to me. When I decided to establish the Saint Slave… a token…”

Cao Erzhu could no longer hear what was behind it, and he could only feel the buzzing in his head.

Too expensive!

Cao Erzhu, who was born in a blacksmith shop, knew very well that sometimes the token sword was not much inferior to the battle sword in terms of status.

Xuan Cang is the divine sword.

But the meaning of Xuan Cang in Guizhe Holy Mountain has never been to fight and kill, but a symbol, a symbol of suppressing luck.

same!

The elephant dragon is the symbol of the materialization of Shen Nian and the Holy Slave.

To a certain extent, in today’s era, the famous sword Twenty-One may not be as valuable as Xianglong!

And now, why did you hand such a valuable sword into my hands so easily?

If it was bumped, dropped, or even stained…

Cao Erzhu was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand, not daring to touch him more, and even wiped his sweaty hands on his waist.

“This, this, this…this sword needs to be remade?” He stuttered.

“No!” Mr. Sang shook his head again, “This is the sword given to you.”

Cao Erzhu’s pupils dilated directly, and he almost fainted from happiness. After he realized it, he was flattered and asked himself, “How can I be so virtuous?”

But before he could speak, Mr. Sang interrupted him and said with a smile:

“This sword was made by your father. It is one of his masterpieces. It walked around between the Ten Seats and the Saint Slave, and now it is back. In the hands of you, Que Leihan’s son, it makes sense.”

“Didn’t you notice, she doesn’t reject you at all.”

“Her?” Cao Erzhu lowered his head.

“The spirit of the elephant dragon! Except for me, Xu Xiaoshou has never made her fall in love before.” Sang Lao naturally hid part of what he said.

Mainly, he didn’t dare to take out the sword in front of that traitor.

You must know that the large bathtub in Lingzang Pavilion where dragons and phoenixes appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou for alchemy has now fallen into the latter’s hands.

Cao Erzhu was so moved that he cried. It was really true. Looking at it again, Xianglong not only did not reject him, but was also very close to him.

“Through Xianglong, you have learned about your father’s abilities, and he has set a goal for you to surpass… too many. This is a good thing, so I will give this sword to you.”

Mr. Sang took it for granted that he gave it to you . It was as if he wanted to give Cao Erzhu a treasure as soon as he saw him. He was a super and invincible uncle.

Cao Erzhu thought so too.

His heart moved: “Then I can…”

“Yes.” Mr. Sang knew what he was going to say, “If you meet the right person, I also believe in your judgment, and I believe that you will not give her away casually. , so when you think it’s okay, you can.”

“Uncle Sang…”

Cao Erzhu’s nose was about to run out.

Uncle Sang is so good. Apart from his father and Brother Xiaoshou, he is the person who understands his heart best!

I haven’t spoken yet, how can I know what I want to say and eliminate all worries?

Yes, Cao Erzhu is not an ancient sword cultivator, and he doesn’t want to delay Xianglong.

The sword and the sword holder should be matched, not a pearl covered in dust.

When he knew that Xianglong had been given away many times and finally fell into his hands, he had not yet found the sword holder.

He already has a perfect candidate in mind!

She treated herself very well…

Her presence accompanied him for half of his childhood…

She came and went without a trace. Cao Erzhu had suspected that even the name she told him was a lie – Wuming!

But unfortunately, she is extremely powerful and has the same essence as Xianglong – first grade!

Cao Erzhu didn’t know the word “courtesy reciprocity” before leaving Qingyuan Mountain. He thought it would be better to be sincere when making friends.

Looking back now, I think that she and he taught me so much, but I actually took everything for granted.

It’s their business not to ask for anything in return, but whether they want to repay it or not is another matter.

It just so happened that it had been more than ten years and she didn’t even have a sword in her hand, and the elephant dragon in her hand had something to do with her…

“August!”

Cao Erzhu made up his mind.

In return, he would give the elephant dragon and his father to the Eight Masters, and then pass them on to August when they meet next time.

Will we see you again?

See you soon! must!

By then, August and Xianglong will definitely shine in the world of ancient sword cultivation!

“Senior Uncle Sang…”

Cao Erzhu solemnly accepted Xianglong.

In the future, he responded to the kindness he and the old man had shown him in the past August, but in the present, he could not repay Uncle Sang’s gift.

But he couldn’t refuse Xianglong, so he felt ashamed:

“I, can I do something for you?”

Sang Lao pressed the straw hat with one hand, closed his eyes deeply, and hid all his smile.

What I’m waiting for is your words, Quelehan’s son!

“Indeed, I really have a merciless request…”

“Uncle Sang, please tell me!” Cao Erzhu’s eyes widened and he was ecstatic.

The water ghost holds his forehead.

Silly boy, you sold it to someone like this and you didn’t even know it!

He used to think that Que Leihan’s training plan had no problems at all, but now that he has changed into Mr. Sang’s position, there is indeed a slight problem.

On the contrary, it was the kind that Xu Xiaoshou had free-range…

But it was okay that Xu Xiaoshou’s wings were not hardened. After they were hardened, they were… well, they all had problems. How could a person be fine?

It’s just different growth environments and different training methods.

Sang Lao did not hesitate and firmly chose Cao Erzhu, but he still talked about him:

“Erzhu, do you know why your father didn’t let you successfully forge the spirit sword?”

“Do you know why you are over twenty ? “Have you been fighting these ordinary soldiers for years with only a tool hammer?”

Cao Erzhu was very anxious and wanted to help Uncle Sang.

When he heard the words, he couldn’t help but slow down a bit, but he was so stunned that he couldn’t make a sound.

I don’t know…

but it seems like you said it yourself, you can’t ask why, right?

Mr. Sang did not stop asking questions and continued: “As I expected, in addition to this forging table, this tool hammer, your father should have also equipped you with a complete set of…others?”

Cao Erzhu suddenly He closed his slightly open mouth tightly, as if this could hide the shock in his heart that he had been guessed again.

“That other set is of high quality. Even if you don’t use it, you must…or your father has another order, ordering you to use it frequently and keep running it in, but you are not allowed to take it out in front of outsiders.”

Cao Erzhu took a deep breath from his nostrils . Angry, like an incredulous cow.

“You have to practice by yourself, but you don’t dare to secretly create your most satisfying work on this forging table or that hammer, because you are afraid of Dad.”

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

I have nothing else on my mind. Even if Uncle Sang has mind-reading skills, he can only read a series of “Princes and Generals”…

Cao Erzhu retreated, fearful as a tiger.

The water ghost’s curiosity was piqued. Of course he knew that Boss Fenqin had guessed a young man’s thoughts. It was no big deal.

But what is Quilehan’s purpose in doing this?

Mr. Sang didn’t have a close personal relationship with Que Leihan, so how could he read Que Leihan’s heart from a distance?

“Take out the hammer.”

Mr. Sang said with a smile, as if he was confirming something.

Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the tool hammer not far away, and hit it to cover his eyes. Uncle Sang was nowhere to be seen, which made Erzhu feel at ease.

The water ghost was moved.

At this point, if he hasn’t guessed the core yet, then let Yu Lingdi wear this golden beast face!

“Do you have the Sky Hammer in your hand?”

“Qui Leihan was so willing to pass it on to you?”

With a bang, the tool hammer fell to the ground. Cao Erzhu looked at the water ghost with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and said in shock. :

“You, how do you know that?”

Is that true? !

The water ghost couldn’t sit still anymore and suddenly stood up from the big stone.

The Sky-shattering Hammer is one of the nine supreme artifacts, and is as famous as the Soul-cutting Overlord, the Evil Sin Bow, and the Jun-Shattering Shield.

This is nothing.

It’s just a supreme artifact, and the water ghost himself has it.

He has the Sealing Source Spear, which he got from Yan Wuse.

But this is completely different. The nine supreme artifacts also pay attention to a degree of adaptability and the integration of humans and weapons, and they also need to be “raised”.

I have obtained the Fengyuan Spear, which can be regarded as a long-handled weapon. It is very easy to use, but it is lighter in weight than the Sea Controlling Divine Halberd, so I have to get used to it.

To put it bluntly, there is still no perfect fit.

But the Sky-blasting Hammer in Que Leihan’s hands is the same as the Overlord is to the gods, and the Sinful Bow is to the love of the common people!

Before the Shattered Shield was born, there were only three perfect pairs of the nine supreme artifacts.

No one will take the initiative to separate these three sets of combinations to talk about combat effectiveness, just like when talking about mandarin ducks, no one will just talk about mandarin ducks or just ducks.

Now, someone tells me…

Love the common people and pass his bow to his disciples, or does God also pass on his overlord to his children?

“He’s crazy!”

Water Ghost spread his hands and looked at Mr. Sang with an expression that was even more ghostly than Cao Erzhu’s. “How dare you think that he did this too?”

Mr. Sang said: “Aren’t you the same?”

Water Ghost suddenly Speechless.

But no matter how strong he appears on the outside, he really knows deep down that he is still a little far away from the Tenth Seat.

The Sea-Controlling Divine Halberd was indeed a match made in heaven for the water ghost, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give it to Yu Ling… The water ghost obediently shut his mouth.

Mr. Sang, who has no son, understood. As a father, he saw through it now and could only keep patting his legs:

“Alas! Alas! Alas!”

He didn’t mean to look down on Cao Erzhu.

The water ghost simply felt regretful that he would not be able to see the complete form of Que Leihan’s “Thunder God, God of Punishment, Tribulation, and Sky Hammer” in the future, which can maximize the instantaneous explosive power.

Cao Erzhu didn’t know what they were sighing about, but he couldn’t bear the gaze and apologized to his father in his heart.

“Hammer!”

He shouted softly, spreading his right hand, and a silver-black round-headed sledgehammer flowed out of the flesh.

The handle of the sledgehammer is very thick, as thick as the forearm of a water ghost. It is difficult for ordinary people to hold it, but Cao Erzhu can hold it just right.

The head of the sledgehammer is very big, as big as two Cao Erzhu’s heads, with multiple cones protruding from it. People dare not imagine what would happen if this thing hits a person’s head.

Cao Erzhu was holding the Sky Hammer, his naked upper body muscles were stretched, his upper and lower arm muscles were bulging, and his veins were clearly visible.

He subconsciously stepped forward slightly, with the handle of the hammer forward and the head of the hammer outward. This was an action to protect both the person and his own feet.

Judging from the slightly sunken ground beneath its feet, both the hammer handle and the hammer head should be solid.

Very brutal, very wild, very explosive!

“I won’t swing it, it’s a bit loud.”

Cao Erzhu held the hammer in both hands and couldn’t scratch his head.

Mr. Sang and Water Ghost stared at the Sky-Banging Hammer attentively.

Erzhu’s hand was so steady that the Hammer did not tremble in the space, so the scene was very quiet.

However, the two of them knew that when this thing was waved, it would rub against the space and rub against the Tao…

The sound was “boom, boom, boom”, which could cover up the thunder of God of Punishment and Tribulation, and when it exploded, it was comparable to that of the Holy Spirit. The series of mountain explosions is even more outrageous than Xu Xiaoshou’s troubles!

“Gulu…”

The water ghost swallowed, his scalp numbing slightly.

It was not Cao Erzhu who was frightened, but the big man with this size and appearance who was holding a hammer. He felt that Que Leihan was coming and this place might be exploded at any time.

picture!

so similar!

Why couldn’t Yu Lingdi be as handsome as him? Er Zhu was completely carved out of the same mold as his father’s simple and honest appearance when he was young.

Of course, when it comes to internal matters, just like the entire confinement of Yu Lingdi on Void Island, the darkness of the previous generation basically completely overwhelms the younger generation.

Except Xu Xiaoshou.

“Senior Uncle Sang, what am I going to do, beat you?” Cao Erzhu felt that Brother Shou’s master and apprentice always had shocking things to say, so he asked first.

“Don’t!”

Mr. Sang was startled by this boy’s shocking words.

He was just confirming to judge whether Cao Erzhu’s ability was what he thought. He had no intention of taking a hit from this thing, even an ordinary blow.

“Put it away.” He waved his hand quickly.

“Now that I’ve taken it all out, I’m going to practice ‘hammer holding’. I haven’t practiced it for a long time.” Now that everyone knows about breaking the jar, I don’t have anything to hide, so I can just train normally.

Cao Erzhu squatted slightly on horseback, holding the sledgehammer at an angle, with the hammer head facing outward, his tiger eyes wide open, his eyes looking forward, and said in a muffled voice: “Uncle Sang, please continue talking.” The water

ghost subconsciously retreated a little, and immediately came from the side. Bian picked up Cenchofu and moved them to another place.

He is a shady person anyway, so what he heard anyway was:

Uncle Sang, just say it. If you don’t give in, you’ll be done with it.

Elder Sang knew that Er Zhu didn’t have that intention, so he didn’t dare to show off at this moment. He reorganized his words and said:

“The sword and the sword holder are indeed the best match, but no matter how good they are, they can’t be perfect. “Perfect.”

“Theoretically speaking, the swordsmith, the sword, and the sword holder can create a true ‘perfection’ if they are united in mind.”

“But this can only exist in theory.”

Sang Lao As he spoke, he glanced at Erzhu and saw that there was nothing strange about him. He relaxed slightly and said,

“If it weren’t for the elders of the family to help lead the way, it would be difficult for a ‘perfect’ match to come out of a normal wild path.”

“Just imagine, You and I start practicing from the day after tomorrow. I practice swordsmanship, and you practice sword-making, and you just happen to get a piece of divine iron. The three of them practice and sword-fighting at the same time. By the end, one person will be successful in swordsmanship, and the other will be perfect in sword-making. The divine iron It was finally polished and perfected into a famous sword. The spirit of the famous sword connected the three and became the best in the world… Is this possible?”

Cao Erzhu shook his head, it was indeed impossible.

But this is in his own narrow world, maybe Uncle Sang will change the subject…

“It’s really impossible.”

Uncle Sang also shook his head, “I have lived for so long, and I can’t be considered ignorant. I have never heard of such a thing. Kind of a match.”

Oh.

“But it is possible to re-make it!”

“We met at the pinnacle of Tao. One is a master of swordsmanship, and the other is a master of sword-making. The two had a very happy conversation and decided to work together to restore the master’s sword. Make it happen – because most ancient sword cultivators have the deepest relationship with the first sword. Through this, the foundation of the famous sword is laid, and the three of them become famous together.”

“Is this possible?”

Mr. Sang asked himself. : “It’s completely possible!”

Cao Erzhu was already excited when he heard this: “Are they my father and Uncle Bazun?”

“No.”

Oh.

“Maybe it’s possible, but they didn’t do it.”

“Because the pearls and jade came first, the famous sword hunting ghost started from an ordinary sword, without secondary polishing, and only through the nourishment of fame, it embarked on the path of famous swords.”

“The blade of the hunting ghost has many curls and pits, but this does not affect the strength of the hunting ghost at all. On the contrary, it has become the label of the hunting ghost, unprecedented and unprecedented!”

Hunting ghost…

Cao Erzhu some time ago I supplemented my knowledge with some knowledge about the spirit world, which was taught by Uncle Shenyi.

He knew that hunting ghosts was Hua Changdeng’s sword.

Gone.

“So Qingju is discontinued.” Old Sang changed the subject here and said with great regret:

“Today is different from the past. Not only the way of swordsmanship is slowly developing, but also the art of sword-making is slowly developing.”

“The times are different, today’s tenth grade As soon as the spirit sword came out, it was overwhelmed by supreme artifacts, chaos artifacts, supernatural weapons, and even various relic monument artifacts that were famous but dusty…”

“They seal the sky, no matter how strong Qingju is, If you want to raise another “invincible”, it cannot be achieved overnight. The result of a head-on confrontation is just like the eight masters, too strong is easy to break.”

Cao

Erzhu nodded in approval.

He understood what Uncle Sang said deeply.

When I came out of the small town, I thought it would be the starting point for my tenth-grade spiritual sword. I also imagined that one day I would soar into the clouds. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of Qingyuan Mountain, all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards appeared outside…

It felt a bit like the end. Got it!

If you are not careful, you will reach the end!

As expected, Dad won’t lie. The spirit world is very scary, and the sword world is also very scary. Everyone is full of pressure.

“I don’t want the history of Qingju to repeat itself, but now I have seen the clues.” Mr. Sang looked at Cao Erzhu seriously.

“You…”

Cao Erzhu hesitated.

You, which sword is worn out?

After such a big detour, I’m actually not stupid. I want to see that you want me to help you with the sword.

It’s okay, you can just say it.

But the question is…

“Do you have a sword?” Cao Erzhu asked hesitantly.

“I don’t have it myself.” Sang Lao stretched out his hands, but they were withered and scorched. After all, he couldn’t stand the look of thin skin and tender meat, so he chose to change his skin.

He stared at his hands and said with a smile: “In other words, you can’t help me with my sword.”

“Then who wants to fight with the sword?”

Mr. Sang put down his hand, held the straw hat, and said without answering. : “The swordsmith’s first sword is the same as the sword holder’s first sword. The emotion is the deepest at the moment of birth.”

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

Is this the reason why Dad didn’t let himself successfully achieve spirituality?

He refused to let the weapons he fought to give birth to spirits, and even suppressed all possibilities of “spiritual birth”, just to keep this… first time?

So who should I leave this first time to?

Cao Erzhu became even more curious and asked again: “Uncle Sang, don’t show off. Who should I fight for?”

Sang Lao took off his straw hat, bent down, and said sincerely: “Erzhu, what’s the relationship between you and Xu Xiaoshou?” Okay?”

Brother Xiao Shou…

“If I implore you, if you fight the first sword for Xu Xiao Shou, do your best, even if you work hard…in the true sense of the word, can you do it?”

Cao Erzhu said somewhat Unable to stand still, he said, “But Brother Xiao Shou already has his first sword…”

At this point, Cao Erzhu suddenly woke up.

Sword, sword holder, swordsmith, first sword, remade…

“Hidden suffering?!”

Cao Erzhu exclaimed, he realized it!

Mr. Sang didn’t say anything and nodded very seriously. This was not a joke. This would determine the rest of Xu Xiaomeng’s swordsmanship.

Cao Erzhu suddenly put away the sky-shattering hammer, and after standing at attention, he responded seriously:

“Uncle Sang, if it were Brother Xiaoshou, even if there was no elephant dragon, my answer would only be, and it must be…”

He slapped him hard. He touched his chest, his eyes gleamed, and he shouted loudly and unambiguously:

“Princes, generals, and ministers, I would rather have the guts!”

[End of This Chapter.]