I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1911

Chapter 1787

Recognition?

Sir, do you recognize Hua Jianxian?

The newcomer made a bold statement, saying that he wanted to recognize the predecessors in the sword way?
Feng Zhongzui huddled in a dark little room alone, holding the golden apricot and silently paying attention to the scene of the battlefield in the ghost and Buddha world. He felt the absurdity of life again after a long time.

“How dare he…”

In half a year, Feng Zhongzui’s journey from passion to comfort has faded.

Huayue Tower is his world, attracting much attention from all five regions, giving people a feeling of “I am the center of the world”.

From a bystander, preaching to the Lord.

To become the protagonist in the preaching scene, like Shou Ye, he enjoyed the pleasure of being the focus of the five realms.

Many people will never see the end of this process in their entire life.

Drunk in the Wind achieved this in just a few months.

This is what it means to be successful at a young age.

To borrow the words of Shou Ye, “There has never been a genius like me in a hundred generations, and it will be difficult to find a better one in a ten thousand years”, perhaps there is someone who surpasses me.

But in a sense, isn’t it?

After all, they all called themselves… Emperor Zhongzui!
Feng Zhongzui bent his hands and wanted to hug himself, but the fat on his belly and his arms that were so fat that they were too fat to hold his elbows restrained his movements.

The room was very small, with the curtains all drawn, making it pitch dark.

He suddenly felt cold.

“How could this be?”

“This shouldn’t be the case…”

After half a year of Jin Xing’s preaching, Feng Zhongzui imitated the then preaching master in the mirror and made many outrageous remarks and reckless actions, which received very good response.

He talked about everything from holy emperors and ancestors to ordinary people, and either quoted from scriptures or made up stories out of thin air.

Anyone who has stepped onto the sword testing stage can comment on it.

He thought he had seen through Shouye’s method of “sensationalism”, and he benefited a lot from applying this technique to Jin Xing’s preaching.

An obvious fact is:

When others act like “clowns” in this way, all they get is abuse.

As the son of destiny in the world of preaching mirrors, I tried to imitate the words and deeds of Shou Ye, and as expected, I received mostly admiration and praise.

The number of apricots paying attention to me is increasing.

Feng Zhongzui’s figure was deformed and his weight increased, but the apricots were able to work together to lift him high into the sky.

Stand high and see far.

Even if you are drunk in the wind, you can still look down on the world!

But now, when he saw Shou Ye “recognizing” Hua Jianxian in the ghost and Buddha world, Feng Zhongzui suddenly felt a shock in his heart.

“Wrong…”

He found that the people he had always talked about were always those of lower status.

There was an ordinary ancient sword cultivator who was fighting with each other, and a spirit refiner who wanted to be famous for his sword and went on stage with just a sword…all of them were ordinary people.

There has never been a true master on the sword-testing stage.

He couldn’t even invite Old Yang, let alone the new generation like Bei Jianxian and the old generation of Jianxian like Mr. Siren!
But what about Shouye?

Shou Ye also talked about everything, made fun of the mountains and rivers, and looked down on the ancestral gods.

However, he did not judge from an outsider’s perspective, but entered the game and challenged others face to face – and he was capable of responding, which was the most important thing!

“mad!”

With a dog by my side, I am the king.

Shou Ye interpreted the word “crazy” to the fullest, and he even did not take Hua Jianxian seriously.

Feng Zhongzui once thought of himself this way.

He commented on the two fighters who were barking and fighting in an undignified manner on the sword-testing stage with the attitude of a king, which also interprets the meaning of “madness”.

But……

Is this really crazy?

The attempt to draw a tiger ended up with a dog. Now it seems that for the past half year, it is still unclear whether the millions of spectators at Jin Xing were watching the fun on stage or their own fun.

Xiao Wanfeng’s invitation before he left flashed through his mind again. Feng Zhongzui lowered his head and looked at his now fat body with a bitter face.

What did he realize…

Life is so absurd.
But what is absurd is not the sensational behavior of Shouye, but the self who thinks he is really sensational and imitates him.

My life is a mess!
“Three million…”

“Five million…”

“Seven million…”

Feng Zhongzui watched as the number of spectators on the scene of Hongniang Jinxing increased steadily, most of whom were people who had paid attention to him before.

He clenched his fists.

After Huayue Tower forced Jin Xing’s screen to shut down, he returned home and saw that his person had gone to Hongniang’s side.

He tried to reopen his Golden Apricot scene, but the result was…

“Thirty thousand people!”

From seven million, it suddenly dropped to thirty thousand.

The most terrifying thing was not this, but that after the Golden Apricot Preaching began, Feng Zhongzui suddenly became speechless and could not speak, as if his borrowed talent had been taken back by God.

He hadn’t read the comments for several months, but somehow he went to take a look…

It’s all abuse, all criticism, all accusations!

Compared to when I first preached, it’s like heaven and earth.

Feng Zhongzui immediately closed the screen of Jin Xing’s preaching.

He retreated into his own enclosure.

He wanted to go to the world of ghosts and Buddhas and catch up with Xiao Wanfeng’s footsteps. He knew that as long as he stood there and preached, all the glory would be returned to him.

“I, don’t dare?”

A leaf blocks the view of the holy mountain.

Drunk in the darkness and wind, I asked myself the exact answer of my own heart and trembled with fear.

In fact, no leaf could ever cover up the drunkenness in the wind. He knew that he was just covering his own eyes and was now accustomed to the comfort.

“Even Master Shou dares to tease Hua Changdeng. I have followed Master Shou to fight the ancestral gods. Why shouldn’t I dare to go?” Feng Zhongzui laughed.

The room is too dark.

He drew aside the curtains and pushed open the wooden window.

The view outside the window is beautiful. It is a beautiful courtyard that only rich and powerful people can build, but it is framed by the square window sill and feels too stuffy.

“Hmm…”

It was so stuffy that I couldn’t even breathe!

Feng Zhongzui gritted his teeth, leaned against the window sill, walked towards the door, and decided to go out for some fresh air before deciding whether to go to the ghost and Buddha world to preach.

Crunch——

The door opened.

The first thing that catches your eye in the yard is a golden apricot tree, which was planted half a year ago. The tree has a golden crown and is magnificent.

“Shou Ye…”

Feng Zhongzui stopped at the door, staring at the tall golden apricot trees, stunned.

What he actually went to the Apricot World to ask for were branches of the ancestral tree, the Dragon Apricot, with the intention of transplanting a sapling, but was rejected by Lord Li.

Settle for the next best thing.

This golden apricot is the best variety in the apricot world.

Once grown, it can become a holy plant, transforming the surrounding area into a paradise. It is best grown at home.

But……

“Who raised the golden apricot tree? Why hasn’t it been canonized yet?”

Feng Zhongzui suddenly shouted loudly, his voice was extremely fierce.

The servants who were cutting flowers and weeding nearby shuddered with fear. Feng Zhongzui blinked and realized that he had lost his composure.

The servants actually took very good care of Jin Xing.

Although he failed to grow a holy plant, it was already good enough to grow a first-grade spiritual plant in half a year.

However, it seems that the Xingjie and the Holy Spirit Continent are indeed different. The holy plants that were forcibly transplanted here can only flourish falsely. Even Feng Zhongzui feels sluggish from the root, and there is no hope for the holy plants to be canonized.

Is it because of the unfamiliar climate?
“Sorry, I scared you.”

Feng Zhongzui pondered for a long time, then took the initiative to explain to the people around him: “I suddenly feel a little depressed…”

The servant breathed a sigh of relief and felt better.

The gatekeeper who was in charge of carrying the sedan chair, Si Wangzu, saw Young Master Feng leaving the training room, cast his eyes over, and asked,
“Young Master Feng, are you going out?”

The throne is carried in a sedan chair and the golden apricot carriage.

The maid serves her tenderly, with her chest, couch and legs as pillows.

This has been my standard travel experience in the past six months, regardless of wind or snow.

The four throne guards looked at him, knowing that their next destination would be Huayue Tower.

Drunk in the wind, I looked back and was shivering with cold.

He seemed to see Xiao Wanfeng looking back at the door, asking him to choose between the light of the Xuan Cang Sword and the comfort of the Jinxing carriage.

He opened his mouth, but was speechless for a long while, unable to give an answer.

He retreated back into the door, sealed himself in again, and spoke in a low voice through the wooden door, his voice choking with sobs:

“No, I’m not going out…”

…

This trip was quite rewarding.

What Xu Xiaoshou wanted to capture was Hua Changdeng’s will.

The so-called “one sword” was not arrogance, but the absolute confidence in his own strength after he cultivated his name for half a year.

The will of the Holy Emperor…

No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the Seventh Stage of Loving the Common People?

In front of Jin Xing, millions of spectators watched in astonishment.

In front of Hua Changdeng’s face, a slightly funny expression appeared after hearing the “joke”.

Xu Xiaoshou no longer concealed his fighting spirit. He gently brushed the blade of the plain stone sword with his fingers. The sword moved quickly and made a buzzing sound.

“Sword Thoughts…”

Hua Changdeng was not surprised, he just recognized the silver sword power slowly emanating from the stone sword.

Very light, very shallow.

As vague as clouds and smoke.

But this was once the symbol of the Eight Zun An.

When he looked at the sword, stroked the sword, and commanded the sword, the sword moved with his thoughts and was invincible.

Hua Changdeng came back to his senses from the past, but sighed that the people today are no longer the same as they were thirty years ago. They are still as arrogant, but the situation and people have changed.

Of course, the quality and quantity of the sword power were far inferior to a single finger of the Eight Lords at that time.

But Xu Xiaoshou’s words were shocking, and they were slightly different from what he had thought:

“Xu has been cultivating his name for half a year and has made considerable progress.”

“However, after all, I am a young swordsman, and my talent and learning are limited. Here are some humble opinions. I hope the Ghost Sword Immortal will correct me.”

name……

Hua Chang Deng Xin had an accident.

He looked over and saw that what was moving Xu Xiaoshou was his thoughts, the thoughts of the sword.

But once the word “name” came out, it seemed that the smoke and mist on the stone sword had added another layer of mystery?
Hua Changdeng still didn’t understand, so he didn’t say anything.

In the scene of Hongniang Jinxing, there was a lot of discussion. The only thing that surprised everyone was:

“How horrible! When did Master Shou become so humble?”

“I feel like he’s holding back a big attack. Could it be that Hua Jianxian is really going to kill me with his sword?”

“Kill, kill…”

Those who enjoy watching the fun without caring about the consequences will always be outsiders.

The matchmaker was so exhausted that she could no longer hold her ground. When she heard the “perverted” self-deprecating words of the servant, she forced herself to get up.

Run!
She grabbed Jin Xing. Fortunately, the two people in the field restrained their external pressure, so they were able to run fast with their long legs.

Even if they could retreat, there were eight million spectators at the Golden Apricot Screen. Hongniang would never disappoint them and ruin her chance. She said as she retreated:

“Brothers, I am going to cultivate my ‘name’. Does anyone know what this ‘name’ is? How is it different from the sword’s mind?”

“Actually, this is not important. What Hongniang really wants to ask is just that one sentence…”

“I won’t die, will I?”

As everyone was looking forward to it, they saw the fingertips of Shou Ye brush across the stone sword, and mist rose from the sword; when he looked at the stone sword, the sword mist liquidized and turned into drops.

When he held the stone sword upright in front of his chest, half covering his face, and stood upside down.

A clear stream was entwined on the blade of the stone sword, winding like a snake or a vine, just like the “Ten-segment Sword Finger” at that time!
“This…”

Hua Changdeng’s pupils narrowed slightly, and his face showed a hint of surprise.

In just a moment, the sword power gathered by the stone sword was like pulling onions out of dry land. Its quality and quantity actually increased to a point where even he felt a sense of danger.

No, this is not the sword thought, this is what he said…

The Stone
Sword is not the only one who can pull up green onions from dry land.

When the strange vision of the stone sword appeared, a sword-wielding formation diagram spun out under Xu Xiaoshou’s feet. Even in Hua Changdeng’s eyes, it was still “perfect” in every aspect.

But the young man stepped on the sword secret formation diagram, the stone sword in his hand gathered the water, the state of heaven and man was one, and he said softly:
“My name is like fire.”

“Fire is good at burning everything and burning them all. It is what people want, so it goes against the Tao.”

When these words were spoken, millions of spectators in Jinxing were confused, but Hua Changdeng, who was standing opposite, was moved and understood something:
the little devil in front of him was actually defining the word “name”?

He is walking a completely new path, a path that no one in the ancient sword cultivation world has ever set foot on!
Yes, what this young man said is indeed correct.

Its name is like a raging fire, and its best thing is to burn everything and then extinguish itself along with the things it burns.

But who has not pursued fame and fortune in the secular world and in the spiritual cultivation?
The dynasty is a dead tomb and the beauty is a skeleton.

Who doesn’t know that in the end it’s just a dream and everything is empty, but why should we not pursue this process?

Not to mention anything else, just the three words “Ba Zun An”, if combined with the five realms of faith and observation to form a thought, the benefits of cultivating one’s reputation can be seen.

It is the fame that moves the world and the temptation of fame that makes everyone flock to it even after knowing the pros and cons of fame.

A successful general can gain fame, but a failed general can also gain fame.

Although Hua Changdeng single-handedly created the ending of the eight masters falling from the Holy Mountain, he never thought that the young boy in front of him could also understand this level.

only……

He named his swordsmanship “like fire”.

His way is contrary to the way of morality. It is said that his name is like fire, but the way it is presented is like water. Just like water and fire cannot coexist, how can he make a stunning sword and kill others?

Hua Changdeng wanted to laugh.

He laughed at the young man’s arrogance. What he said and what he did were completely contradictory. It was completely unreasonable and he was courting his own destruction!

But Xu Xiaoshou did not stop.

After he said “My name is like fire”, he swung the stone sword in his hand.

The water that had gathered and wrapped around the sword body was shattered and turned into water waves, spreading hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of miles… spreading to infinity!
At that time, the land of the Zhongyuan Realm floated, as if it had turned into sea level.

Under the moonlight, the sea surface was sparkling, and cracks were overflowing everywhere, emitting water vapor that rose into the sky, making all things indistinct.

Not only the Zhongyuan Realm!
The entire Ghost Buddha Realm, under the influence of this sword, began to fluctuate with mist and rise with steam.

Not only the Ghost Buddha Realm!
Soon, all over the Five Realms, from all the dirty and filthy places where no one cared, there were waves of light and fame.

“This is…”

Hua Changdeng hesitated.

He had practiced swordsmanship for half his life, but he had never seen such a scene.

Fame came from all over the five regions, like the sun shining on the river and the sea, with mist rising. And the destination of all the gathering and connection was the plain stone sword in the hands of the young man in front of him!
“Fame is like fire?”

This is not “Name is like fire” at all!
Is this kid speaking in a sarcastic way, using confusing words to try to deceive this sword master, so as to achieve the effect of “one sword” to kill the enemy?

But……

Is Xu Xiaoshou really lying?

No, Hua Changdeng couldn’t understand his way.

In other words, even someone as strong as Hua Changdeng only saw the tip of the iceberg. He only knew the general name of the “famous swordsmanship” but did not know why it was so famous.

“Buzz!”

The sound of swords chanting from the five realms began.

Xu Xiaoshou held the stone sword in his hand, slowly raised it from his chest, and pointed it straight to the sky.

Taoist chains emerged around the stone sword.

With a loud bang, the Dao chain collapsed, the sword body leaked silver, and the famous light shone brightly.

At this moment, not only the millions of spectators at Jinxing, but also the spirit refiners from all over the five regions of the Holy Divine Continent, all who raised their eyes…

In the second world built on the Holy Continent.

On that vast sea of fog that can encompass five regions!

You can see the silver moon hanging high in the sky, like a towering building with a high reputation. On the top of the tower stands the First Sword Immortal, holding a sword and bearing the title of “Shang Ming”. He says:

“The name is like water!”

“Water benefits all things without competing with them. It stays where people hate it, so it is close to the Tao.”

As soon as these words came out, Hua Changdeng’s expression changed drastically. (End of this chapter)