I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1906

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The scene of Jin Xing was suddenly flooded with a lot of shocked comments.

With two fingers, he cut off a hundred-foot-long evil spirit, tore apart the power of the god of death, and pierced through the sky. What else could this be except sword intention?
“This carriage master is also an ancient sword cultivator? It can’t be that he is using the power left by the elders of the clan?”

“There are no big families of ancient sword cultivators. There is only the Feng family in the Southern Region. Feng Tingchen, one of the last Seven Sword Immortals, knows sword meditation?”

“No! Young Master, Jian Nian, brothers, this reminds me of someone…”

“It’s not sword thought. The manifestation of sword thought is similar to a silver sword energy. It’s air. How can it be a viscous liquid like this?”

“Why are people so speculative? Shou Ye hasn’t shown up for half a year. Do you think he’s Shou Ye just because he’s a young man?”

“Does no one share my feelings? Why does this young master’s Ten-segment Sword Finger feel stronger than mine?”

“Shut up!”

“You’re the only one who understands!”

“If you don’t understand, go watch Feng Zhongzui. Feng Zhongzui is now better than Shouye.”

“That’s good! But Feng Zhongzui is really open to criticism now…”

Jin Xing’s comments exploded again due to the appearance of the word “Shou Ye”, and more people joined the argument, making the temperature higher and higher.

The matchmaker paid no attention.

She couldn’t recover from the shock of what she saw.

Because I was closer to the battlefield than anyone else, I could see it more clearly than anyone else…

It was not the elders of the clan who took action at all. It was the hand of the young master of the carriage, who with one finger shattered the white-faced ghost’s dream of revenge after freeing his true form.

“Ten-segment sword finger…”

“No, the point is not the Ten-segment Sword Finger…”

Hongniang knew that there were too many people in this world who practiced fake Ten-Section Sword Fingers in order to imitate the Eighth Sword Immortal.

But the “name” before the young man in the carriage used the ten-section sword is the key point!

“Name? What’s that?”

“Is it the kind of ‘name’ that ancient sword cultivators cultivate?”

“But isn’t this kind of ‘name’ something illusory? How could it be materialized by others?”

Hongniang doesn’t know anything about swords, but like most people, she has a deep understanding of ancient swordsmanship because of her master.

And she has more resources and can understand more deeply.

She was not qualified to attend the classes taught by Feng Tingchen of the Southern Territory Feng family. She had visited Feng Tingchen’s good friend Yang Laoyang several times.

According to Old Yang, in addition to the nine major sword techniques, the ancient sword practitioners in the five regions today also focus on studying one more “name”.

“There are three people who cultivate their reputations in this world: Eight, Xiao, and Xu.”

“Eight Zun An and Xiao Kongtong, perhaps you have rarely seen them.”

“But Master Shou has seen a lot, after all, he was once the main target of the Mirror Mother’s sermon.”

Hongniang still remembers the “name” that Old Yang mentioned on his own initiative at the end after she had gained an in-depth understanding of the ancient swordsman’s swordsmanship, sword style, and sword art.

That was the latest conclusion he and his good friends Feng Tingchen, Mei Siren, Guyu, Youtu and others had reached after discussing it in the past or recently:
“Name is first of all fame.”

“Fame nourishes all things, but the process is slow. It often takes ten thousand or a hundred thousand years to nurture a famous sword.”

“Yazun An created the ‘Sword Viewing Technique’, which transforms the virtual into the real, materializing the illusory ‘name’ into the substantial ‘thought’, that is, the sword thought – he accelerated the process.”

The example given by Elder Yang was too far-fetched, and no one understood it at the time, so he changed the subject:
“Take Lord Shou as an example. Even if he becomes the number one sword immortal, his name is Zhiyang Zangku. Even if Zangku undergoes secondary refining and transforms into a first-grade sword first… it is still far from being a famous sword.”

“You all know how sharp the sword’s power is: it’s comparable to the power of the ancestor!”

“Then, since an ordinary first-grade spirit sword cannot withstand the attack of the ancestral power, how can it withstand the ‘nourishment’ of the sword thought embodied by the sword-viewing technique?”

“Nourishment is harm in itself, but it has an additional layer of ‘destruction and then reconstruction’ that is similar to a thunderbolt. If it is not ‘nourished’ step by step from shallow to deep, an ordinary first-grade spiritual sword would probably be scrapped at the beginning of sword viewing.”

Speaking of this, Hongniang still remembered that Yang Lao had sincerely admired Shou Ye and his sword:
“Shou Ye has been practicing meditation since he was a humble man, and Zang Ku has been nourished by observing swordsmanship since he was a humble man. The two have grown together.”

“Now that my master has become the number one sword immortal, Zangku has long been able to bear the nourishment of the strongest name. Although it is not among the twenty-one famous swords, it has already become a famous sword.”

A young female ancient sword cultivator asked, “So, what about the famous sword, or the ‘sword mind’?”

This pointed question obviously aroused Mr. Yang’s strong interest. Under his questioning, the woman said:

“Kui Leihan’s son once said that the first generation of the Divine Mind Punishment Tribulation had six variations in total.”

“I think that after thirty years, if the Eighth Lord of the Ten Thrones is still stuck at the second generation of thorough divine thoughts, that is, the ‘Sword Thoughts’, he is not worthy of being called the Eighth Sword Immortal.”

Indeed, the sword intent has stumped thousands of sword practitioners throughout history.

Indeed, compared to the Eight Lords and others, this is just a foundation. It is a different story for other ancient sword practitioners.

To this question, Mr. Yang pondered for a long time, but still could not give an answer, so he said, using other people’s words:

“Perhaps Mei Siren has the answer to your question. I once heard him say something like this…”

“The sword is an extension of the hand; the skill is the externalization of the skill; the thought is the embodiment of the name. The Tao is like this. These three are all ‘borrowing the Tao’.”

“If you borrow, you must return. Then, when you have mastered the skills and no longer need ‘tools’, your fingers can also become swords, and your skills can be combined with ancient martial arts.”

He stopped talking here, and everyone who was listening to the lecture asked in unison: “What about thoughts and names?”

Old Yang shook his head, perhaps imitating Mr. Siren’s tone, and said slowly:

“The thought is the thought of refining spirits, not the thought of ancient sword cultivation. The Eight Masters just used it once and refined the ‘name’ from it.”

“Of course, the name is different.”

“So, when putting aside thoughts and restoring names, what ancient sword cultivators need to do is perhaps not to think about the fusion of thoughts and names, but to give it a try and return to the original state.”

The only person who seemed to be able to keep up with the pace was the woman who asked the question. She asked again: “What does it mean to return to nature?”

Mr. Yang laughed and said, “Look at the mountain, it is a mountain. Look at the mountain, it is not a mountain. Look at the mountain, it is still a mountain.”

At that time, Hongniang was completely confused.

After all, she was the only one present who was not an ancient sword practitioner, but she took the master class. However, the power of the spirit crystal was invincible.

After class, she couldn’t bribe Mr. Yang to give her private lessons, so she bribed the woman who asked very profound questions.

The woman said, “If the name and the thought are not the same, then the concept of ‘above the sword thought’ may be fundamentally wrong. It should be ‘above the name’.”

The name… Hongniang felt terrified, as if she were listening to a divine book. The woman who seemed younger than herself chuckled and said:

“The acquired spirit is spiritual energy, the innate spirit is the spiritual essence, and above the semi-saint, one can create the saint power.”

“If you still don’t understand, you can compare it with the three states of force: gas, liquid and solid.”

“Similarly, if the name has three stages, the first name is sword thought, which is emitted in the form of sword energy, then the second name may be ‘water’.”

“This ‘water’ is not that ‘water’. It is just a description of the depth of the power level. Hey, it seems that you are even more difficult to understand…”

Hongniang only heard the general idea and didn’t understand the principle at all. She took out the golden apricot just to pay the friendship fee, and bumped into the woman’s:
“Sister, can you please leave your name?”

The woman’s eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as waves, her voice was as sweet as wind chimes, and she smiled sweetly and said,
“August.”

…

Bang!
Xianggui’s carriage fell heavily from its tilted state and stabilized. The horse in front neighed loudly, as if it was frightened.

The matchmaker was even more frightened!

Name: The ten-section sword fingers are retracted.

The “water” that penetrated the sword of death and the white-faced evil ghost did not disappear, but remained in the void.

At a glance, the clear and winding “water” seems to have sword lights and Taoist patterns outlined inside.

If you look closely, “water” is just water. It is not some sword thought, nor is it anything else. It is just the presentation of the “essence”.

But what essence of power does the ancient sword cultivator have that can break the power of the ancestral source? Only “mind”, only “name”!
“The essence of sword mind…name…”

“Sword thoughts and sword energy… liquefy into water…”

At that time, there was no demonstration of what Mr. Yang said.

After all, it’s all just talk. Even if the lecturer sounds very logical, even he hasn’t cultivated the most basic sword skills.

And what I saw now, combined with what I said in the past… Hongniang’s eyes widened!
She couldn’t remember the principle of the name or anything like that.

At this moment, the only thing that flashed through her mind was the words of Old Yang at the beginning: “There are three people who cultivate their reputation in this world: Eight, Xiao, and Xu.”

Could the person in the car be the Eighth Immortal?
Impossible. The Eighth Sword Immortal was spreading sword thoughts to slay ghosts in the Zhongyuan Realm. I came here just to meet him, but I haven’t seen him yet!
So, could he be Xiao Kongtong?

This is the Central Region, Senior Brother Xiao will not come here. He does not look like such a sickly young man. I heard that he has a big mouth?

“Could he be the shouye?”

Thinking of this, Hongniang’s body trembled.

It was not until this moment that she vaguely remembered.

When Shou Ye first appeared in the Central Region, he also seemed to be using the name “Xu Gusheng”. Was he also a sick young man?
Even if I remembered it wrongly…

One person can give birth to thousands and millions of children!

The person in the car could be anyone. There is a high probability that he was transformed by the master just to tease the world!
“Swish.”

Thinking of this, Hongniang’s eyes instantly turned red, and she glanced at the number of people in the upper right corner of Jin Xing’s screen: 1.8 million.

This is fierce.

This is the highest level of life.

When Feng Zhongzui preached, only about 7 to 8 million people attended—but he was the Emperor Zhongzui!

But now, if it was really the Lord who appeared in her golden apricot picture… Hong Niang’s chest heaved, her breathing quickened, and she felt like she was going to faint from happiness.

Seven or eight million?

If you repeat what others have said, you can also get seven or eight million!
Under the personal command of the master, as long as you take this opportunity, the descendants of Uncle Jin and Elder Fu can arrange for them to live for a hundred generations!

“laugh……”

On the Xianggui carriage, the power of the god of death finally collapsed and disappeared into smoke.

However, the hundred-foot-tall evil ghost that had just been pierced by a single finger was still locked in the void, trembling silently.

In its eyeballs, which were as big as the moon disk, there was only fear, helplessness, and horror.

“Sir, Sword Princess is back.”

In front of the carriage, Old Man Li skillfully picked up the sword-carrying chicken that fell from the sky and handed it into the carriage.

The young man in the carriage laughed contemptuously, and then came out:

“I thought that after accumulating the power of the god of death for so long, how amazing it would be.”

“Not to mention loving the common people, at least it’s better than loving the brothers who died before you, right?”

“Tsk, no.”

When Hongniang heard the voice, her heart trembled violently.

Love the people…

He mentioned loving the people again…

He still mentioned it in such a bland tone, as if he was just saying an insignificant name…

Hongniang held the golden apricot tightly, and was just thankful that she had not been hit by the white-faced ghost’s sword just now, and the golden apricot did not trigger the defense mechanism and explode and shatter.

“Who the hell is this kid?”

“Yes, how dare he blaspheme the Great Emperor Cangsheng so many times?”

“Don’t let me find him, otherwise I will destroy his entire Taixu family, and even the elders in his clan won’t be able to protect him!”

The forehead was still cursing, the spectators’ anger could not be stopped, and Hongniang just stared ahead.

In front, as the voice paused, the curtain of the carriage moved, and a hand lifted the curtain and reached out. Is the young master coming out?
In Jin Xing’s picture, the voices of scolding and reprimanding also slowed down a little, and everyone watched and heard the young master’s voice:

“I have been cultivating my name for half a year, and finally I have gained something.”

“However, even after searching the entire world of ghosts and Buddhas, I can only find a beast like you who is close to the saint level and can learn one or two of my famous sword techniques.”

“But your power of death is too shallow. Your master must come…”

The curtain was finally lifted.

Old man Li jumped off the carriage early and set up a golden ladder made of osmanthus wood in front.

A figure soon stepped out of the carriage. He was wearing white clothes and a black robe, with pearls and jade on his waist. He had an upright posture and a handsome look.

When he got out of the carriage, he bent over, holding up the hem of his robe with one hand and stroking his hair with the other, leaving only his side face exposed.

But it was this clear-cut profile, this profile that had appeared countless times in the preaching mirror at that time…

Nearly two million people in the Jin Xing screen completely stopped making noise.

And when he walked out of the carriage, turned around, faced the golden apricots from afar, and calmly walked down the golden osmanthus stairs.

The golden apricot scene was completely boiling!
“Shou Ye?”

“What’s going on? Am I dazzled, Master Shou?”

“No, this brother is quite good-looking. Why does he look so much like me…”

In an instant, Hongniang’s eyes were flooded with comments, and she couldn’t even see anything.

This had never happened before in my past missionary work, but it was too horrible. What if it happened during wartime…

Without thinking twice, the matchmaker chose to turn off comment visualization.

And when he was worried and focused his eyes again on the young man who got off the car, he recognized his identity.

“ah–“

Hongniang made a sharp explosion sound, “He he, he he he…”

She kept saying “he” for a long time, but her tongue seemed to be tied and she couldn’t even say the second half of the sentence.

But as a preacher, can’t I even say a word?
Hongniang pinched the soft flesh at the root of her thigh and twisted it hard, venting all her emotions:

“Shou Ye?!”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Hongniang’s heart started beating faster.

Nearly two million people watched it. You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say anything you want!
This is “Shou Ye”. With his popularity, if I say something wrong, I will be killed by the five domains of Shou scholars tomorrow and fall into an irretrievable situation.

The matchmaker was in a hurry and didn’t bother to take a closer look at the boy. She quickly turned on the comment visualization.

In an instant, the entire field of vision disappeared, replaced by comments floating across the sky.

But it was not like the questioning and scolding before.

In the comment section, there are tens of thousands of comments in a breath, and they are lined up in an orderly manner without any supervision!
No one speaks randomly.

No one dives without showing.

I glanced at the screen in front of me, and saw the same shocking sentence:

“Welcome, Master!”