I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1914

Chapter 1790 Sword Ghost

Millions of viewers watched the Jin Xing preaching scene and witnessed with their own eyes the first sword strike by Shou Ye after his comeback, which killed Hua Changdeng.

Now, things can no longer be stopped.

People from all over the five regions rushed to tell each other, causing heated discussion.

After half a year of silence, the mainland has returned to its previous peaceful life.

At most, power struggles broke out here and there, leading to battles for the throne, which could be considered a “great chaos.”

Not to mention that in the past six months, there has been no more open and secret struggles between the Holy Temple and the Holy Slave, and now Taixu rarely appears in the limelight.

Therefore, only with two Taixu guards around Hongniang can she attract the attention of millions of people and add some spice to her peaceful life.

As for the Five Realms Half Saints…

As early as after the battle of Xu Ai, the semi-saints felt insecure and dared not show their faces in public anymore.

Everyone knows that saints are like people in heaven and are an insurmountable peak compared to ordinary people.

But after the ghost and Buddha’s anomaly, or as long as they show a little bit of their potential, they will become the target of public criticism and be manipulated by those in higher positions.

Death, I don’t even know how to die!
But after half a year of peace and tranquility, Shou Ye showed up again, and with one strike of his sword, he struck the ground with thunder, severing the will of the only Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng among the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation…

Just a sword?
Just a will?
“No!”

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the calm before the storm is a thing of the past.

Is Shou Ye a peaceful person?

“Not even that!”

This sword is not the end, but the beginning.

The mines buried by the Ghost Buddha incident half a year ago might be detonated in the hands of Master Shou today. With a rising tide of sword, it is possible that the situation will be pushed from calm to turbulent.

“Hurry, hurry, come on, come on!”

“Hongniang, look for Hongniang! This woman is so big and fierce, how did she catch Shouye? If you keep an eye on her, you will be able to keep an eye on Shouye!”

“Feng Zhongzui is useless. I was hoping that Emperor Zhongzui would catch up with Master Shou. After half a year of watching boring sword-testing arena competitions, there wasn’t even a battle between sword immortals. I’m sick of watching them. These are all meaningless competitions…”

“Is this the Zhongyuan Realm? I want to see the scene, I’m going there now!”

“Brother Qiang, if Hongniang dies, you will be responsible for setting up a preaching screen for everyone. How about leaving your name?”

“Ghost Buddha My Daddy, my name is ‘Ghost Buddha My Daddy’.”

“Please pay attention to me too. I am also in the Ghost Buddha Realm. I will turn around and go to the Zhongyuan Realm now. My name is ‘Lang Buddha Emperor’.”

“Hongniang, hold on, you’ve got 13 million apricots. You’re better than the Drunk Emperor. From now on, I’ll call you ‘Niangdi’!”

“…”

Crazy, all crazy!

When the image of Jin Xing finally froze on the perfect profile of Shouye after he put away his sword, Hongniang really wanted to take one more look, but unfortunately she was forced to turn off the visible comments.

She couldn’t see the road anymore.

The whole screen was filled with “Shou Ye” and “Invincible”!
This terrifying number of spectators completely exceeded Hong Niang’s expectations. It was simply inhuman.

The matchmaker knew that the master had a strong appeal.

She didn’t expect that the master’s appeal was so strong. Just by showing up and drawing a sword, spectators from all over the five regions flocked to the scene.

This is just the number of people who have a mobile app and can watch and comment.

Those who cannot buy palm apricots, or are still hesitating whether to buy them, must be getting as anxious as ants on a hot pan – they want to see them, but can’t?

“Swish, swish, swish…”

Around the Zhongyuan Realm stone tablet, the sound of wind breaking through the air could be heard continuously.

Jin Xing’s comments were full of lies but she was actually timid. The world of ghosts and Buddhas is not short of practitioners who want to improve themselves. They came here just by smelling the scent.

When Hongniang turned her head, she saw hundreds of figures falling in the distance.

Some carry swords, some hold towers, some hold shields…

“So handsome!”

“This sword, my God!”

“Is this the Shouye? He has evolved again!”

Regardless of whether they were ancient sword cultivators or not, these guys who came to watch the fight on the spot took full defensive measures, each holding a bunch of jade talismans and gems in their hands, their faces flushed with excitement.

But……

It’s no use!
How dare you come here?

It was because of this sword of mine that I held back. If the aftermath really exploded, even a half-saint would not be able to die. Are there really so many people in the world who are not afraid of death?
Hongniang is afraid of death.

As she retreated, she shouted in the Golden Apricot screen:
“Sincerely invite Taixu Guardian, it is valid for a long time, Lingque is easy to negotiate, as long as you can save Hongniang’s life, Hongniang will continue to preach to you…”

How can Taixu protect himself?

Taixu couldn’t even block a sword from the White-Faced Ghost, so how could he want to take on the aftermath of the battle between the Ghost Sword Immortal and Shou Ye?

Hongniang came back to consciousness and turned her gaze to the osmanthus carriage in the distance, with light in her eyes.

She rushed forward and found the old man Li who was driving the carriage: “Senior, can Hongniang stay near the carriage?”

Shou Ye was sitting in Xianggui’s carriage. Even if the coachman was not a powerful man, at least Shou Ye would not let him die.

For him, the Ghost and Buddha Realm is full of dangers at the moment, but as long as he catches up with this carriage, he can definitely save his life!

In the car, Li Fugui was very careful and could see Hongniang’s little plan, but he just smiled and said, “I, an old man, can’t protect you.”

“Hongniang just needs to stay here and not get on the carriage.” Hongniang looked pitiful.

Li Fugui turned a blind eye. The beauty trap was useless to him. He stretched out his hand and pointed somewhere else, “Instead of waiting to die beside me, I can show you a clear way. Look over there…”

Hongniang looked in the direction of the finger.

At this time, hundreds of figures were standing on the outskirts of the battlefield.

The direction that Old Man Li pointed to was a small hill with two old men standing on it. One of them looked very familiar to Hong Niang.

“Mr. Yang!”

She was overjoyed.

Although Old Yang is not among the Seven Sword Immortals, his strength is already extraordinary.

If he cannot protect himself, even if a semi-saint comes, these five realms will be of little use.

But at this moment, although Old Yang was standing shoulder to shoulder with the other old man, it seemed as if he had taken half a step back, and he kept tilting his head and asking something.

He was an octogenarian dressed in a green robe, with an air of immortality, also dressed as an ancient swordsman. He was watching the battle, waving a paper fan in his hand. With a spiritual sense, he could see a few large characters written on the fan:

“I am taking it easy.”

This is called calmness!
Hongniang was only stunned for a moment, then recognized the man’s identity: Mr. Siren.

She hurriedly thanked the old man Li and respectfully stepped forward to greet him, “Greetings, Mr. Yang.”

Yang Xizhi naturally recognized this girl, after all, she was half his disciple, but the fact that she was holding the golden apricot tree made it clear what her purpose was.

He kept his distance, nodded slightly in greeting, and glanced sideways at Mei Siren.

“Hua Changdeng underestimated that kid…”

“Xu Xiaoshou has reached the pinnacle of swordplay with this sword. Even the Eight Sword Masters cannot think of it. I am afraid that no one in the world can challenge his brilliance on the path of swordsmanship.”

“If Chang Deng can summon a sword ghost, even if it’s just one of the three sword ghosts, he might be able to turn the tables and kill Xu. But looking at the strength of his will… It’s difficult, difficult, difficult!”

Mei Siren sighed three times in succession, talking about the topic he had discussed with Yang Xizhi before, his views on “Ming Chao Qi”.

The two of them were here without hiding, but appeared openly.

Naturally, after people around landed, people came to say hello one after another. This is common.

I thought Hongniang was just another person passing by, but she stopped and waited for me to finish speaking before she bowed and said:

“My humble self is Hong Niang, and I am honored to meet Mr. Si Ren.”

Mei Siren glanced over and didn’t recognize the woman.

He turned around and glanced at Yang Xizhi, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the golden apricot in Hongniang’s hand, and seemed to understand something.

Personally, he doesn’t like being photographed by things like preaching mirrors. It makes people feel uncomfortable and unable to relax.

But Xu Xiaoshou liked these things, and this girl was familiar with Xizhi, and he was not the protagonist in this battle, so Mei Siren closed the paper fan and pointed to the side:
“Stand aside and watch the battle together.”

Survived!

Hongniang was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

A glance at the Golden Apricot screen showed 15 million people!
This was probably more than half of the Palm Apricot holders, all of whom were attracted to their own Golden Apricot preaching screen.

Even Feng Zhongzui had never experienced such popularity, but this time he really got it – not only from the Lord, but also from Mr. Siren.

Hongniang didn’t dare to wait, so she opened it and glanced at the comments:
“Mr. Mito is so easy to talk to.”

“Sword Immortal’s character, in one word, Hongniang, your life is saved.”

“Don’t just stand there, Hongniang, go ask Mr. Siren what he thinks. This is much better than the half-baked comments of Feng Zhongzui!”

“Yeah, what is a sword ghost? And the three sword ghosts?”

“Brothers, did you hear clearly just now? What Mr. Mito said was not ‘turn the tables in adversity’, but ‘turn the tables and kill Xu’. Is the Sword Ghost that strong?”

It is understandable that the Jinxing spectators were briefly attracted by the highly respected Mr. Mito.

But some people’s perspectives, such as “Sword Ghost”, really reminded Hongniang.

“It seems like something extraordinary, but I’ve never heard of it…”

Hongniang didn’t dare to act rashly.

She had just been allowed to stand beside him and be protected.

If I just keep asking questions like a mosquito, I think Mr. Siren will get annoyed.

She has always been very patient. She just sits there quietly, knowing that she will soon get the answer to her questions.

As expected, Yang Lao was silent for a while, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he simply stopped paying attention to Hongniang and returned to the previous topic:
“Sword Ghost has a very high aspiration, but I remember that when Hua Jianxian studied this way himself, he only had a superficial understanding. Brother Siren, do you know anything about his Sword Ghost’s progress?”

Mei Siren shook his head: “It’s hard to say that I understand him. He has been trapped in the screen candle world for thirty years. You have never seen him, and neither have I.”

“That?”

“Xizhi, you have to know that Changdeng’s talent and attainments in ghost swordsmanship are stronger than Ba Zun’an. Over the years, Ba Zun’an and I have made some progress in swordsmanship. How can Changdeng, who has been practicing ghost swordsmanship for thirty years, not make any progress at all?”

Sword me? Sword ghost?
Hongniang was confused. She thought that with tens of millions of people in Jinxing, she should be as confused as herself.

Seeing that Mr. Yang was in deep thought and Mr. Siren was also a kind person, she could no longer hold back and asked:

“Mr. Siren, I have practiced ancient swordsmanship with Master Yang for some time, but I have only heard of the sword’s meaning and name, and have never heard of this… Sword Me, Sword Ghost?”

Mei Yang looked at each other and smiled softly.

Mei Siren folded his paper fan and gestured. Yang Xizhi shook his head: “I can’t explain it. There are some Xingzi who care about this girl. Maybe you can tell them about it.”

The one who was playing the game with Xu Xiaoshou was called Xingzi by the people watching the game. They all invested spiritual crystals in Xingjie… Mei Siren said:

“higher.”

What?
Hongniang didn’t react for a moment.

Sword Wo and Sword Ghost are higher in level than Sword Mind and Name?
“Mr. Siren, when you say that, Hongniang is really curious…”

Mei Siren chuckled and estimated that even if no one was watching the fight, the number of people who could afford the golden apricots must have been hundreds, right?

He no longer kept the secret and explained to the hundreds of people who could not see him:

“Above the sword thought, it can be the sword myself.”

“After the battle of the Ten Lords, the Eight Lords created the second generation of the Sword Mind through the punishment of the God of Thunder and the Tribulation.”

“Hua Changdeng has not fully cultivated his divine consciousness, but after experiencing the divine punishment and sword consciousness, he developed the way of the ‘Sword Ghost’.”

Mei Siren narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with admiration: “So, Chang Deng is the first person to walk out of the ‘cage’ of ancient swordsmanship.”

Is there such a thing?

Hongniang was full of curiosity: “But didn’t the sword thought come before the ‘Sword Ghost’?”

Mei Siren nodded, then shook his head: “Sword Mind precedes Sword Ghost. Sword Mind is essentially still Divine Mind, but it is slightly mixed with the understanding of ancient swordsmanship… Sword Ghost is the transcendence of ancient swordsmanship.”

After a pause, he seemed to think of something interesting: “Do you know where the sword wound on Ba Zun’an’s body came from?”

Although the question was seemingly directed at Hongniang alone, this sentence directly made the tens of millions of spectators on Jin Xing’s screen boil with excitement.

Hongniang’s heart was pounding faster, and she tried to play hard to get, whispering, “I only know that it was the Eighth Sword Immortal who injured me, but the inside story…”

“Hahaha!”

Mei Siren laughed.

He laughed wildly, not noticing that the expression of Mr. Yang beside him had changed.

“Mr. Siren, do you know the inside story?” Hongniang was curious.

Everyone has a desire to share.

Mei Shiren is also a human being, and he also has a strong desire to share.

He didn’t notice the look from Old Yang, and he swung the paper fan in his hand vigorously. He didn’t know when he had changed the fan, and the words on it had changed:
“I know a thing or two.”

Hongniang saw the expression on Mr. Yang’s face and knew that there was a shocking secret. She didn’t dare to ask more questions and even suppressed her curious expression.

Who would have thought that Mei Siren put away his folding fan, thinking that there were only a few hundred people watching the battle.

A few hundred people cannot be considered a majority, and naturally they cannot melt gold.

Even if I tell the secret of the Eight Lords today, they will know the truth and want to spread it.

What kind of waves can the mouths of a hundred people, mixed with the thousands of people in the five regions, stir up?
How could the Eight Lords care about these trivial matters?
Thinking of this, Mei Dazui spoke freely:

“The three sword ghosts are divided into body ghost, spirit ghost and mind ghost. Their intentions have led them to break away from the shackles of the swordsmanship, sword style and sword path of the Sword God Gu Louying.”

“The wound on the Eighth Master’s finger was caused by the body ghost, so it cannot be healed; the scar on the neck was caused by the spirit ghost, so it cannot be healed; the sword energy in the body…”

“Mei Siren!” Yang Xizhi finally couldn’t bear it anymore and interrupted with a shout.

“What’s wrong, Brother Yang?” Mei Siren looked over in confusion and saw his old friend trembling with fear, holding a golden apricot in his hand.

He glanced at Jin Xing.

He glanced at the dumbfounded matchmaker again.

“Brother Siren, do you know how many spectators Jin Xing has?” Yang Xizhi glanced at the picture of Jin Xing in his hand, and his lips began to tremble.

Mei Shiren’s heart skipped a beat: “How much?”

Yang Xizhi was speechless, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly and raised a finger.

“one hundred?”

“No……”

“one thousand?”

“No……”

“How much is that? It can’t be ten thousand, haha… huh?” Mei Siren’s smile froze.

Yang Xizhi: “Seventeen million!”