I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1994

Chapter 1870 Gift of Wine

“The Eighth Sword Immortal!”

Hongniang screamed as if she was electrocuted from behind, and her eyes were wide open for a moment.

Hua Changdeng suddenly attacked and pointed his finger at Xiao Wanfeng’s forehead, almost killing him on the spot.

This one is a surprise.

Who would have thought that Xiao Wanfeng had not yet landed.

The tall man who appeared out of nowhere as the wind and snow pushed him forward reached out his hand and the force that had hit Xiao Wanfeng was removed, saving his life.

He gently placed the young man on the ground, then stood up and turned to look forward.

“Wow!”

Lingyu Mountain was completely in turmoil.

Everyone was paying close attention, looking eagerly at the person who had dropped from the sky as a surprise.

Completely different from the sloppy portraits that have been circulated intermittently in the Five Regions over the past decade, the eight statues at this moment seemed to have been washed clean of dust and looked brand new.

He was born tall and straight, more than eight feet tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, wide chest and long legs. When he appeared at this moment, he was wearing a silver-patterned cloud shirt inside and a woven feather robe outside, a dragon jade belt around his waist, and white Luoyu boots on his feet. His whole body was blue and white.

Such light-colored sword robes were common in the Five Regions. Most of them were decorated with waist jade and gold beads to add the finishing touch.

The Eight Masters do not have any.

He is too simple.

But how come this common sword robe, when worn by him, gives him an otherworldly aura
?

“Brothers, this is really awesome! I’m hot!”

Hongniang completely lost control, her two eyeballs seemed to be sucked away, tightly attached to the tall man in white robe in the distance.

She didn’t even have the time to take a closer look at the face, but she was attracted by the feeling.

The only regret is that the Eight Zun An came empty-handed.

Whether it was on his waist or behind his back, he was walking alone without a sword. He appeared behind him, slightly tilted his head, put one hand lightly behind his waist, and silently raised his eyes to the front…

The wind and snow are strong in Lingyu Mountain.

Amid the dancing wind and snow, eight statues with black hair and white robes fluttered in the wind.

He didn’t even make any unnecessary movements, nor did he utter a single word. He just stood there, seeming to be a natural blend in with the snowy mountain scenery.

“The eyebrows are heavy, the eyes are wild, the clothes are whiter than snow, and the sword accompanies him…”

Although Hongniang had never seen one, she had studied the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal in great detail. Naturally, she was familiar with the Eight Immortals who became famous in the Five Regions after the Battle of the Ten Thrones, and could tell a few words about them.

She pointed at the person in the distance excitedly, but was so frightened that her hand trembled and she quickly put it down. She quickly focused her golden apricot eyes on the eight statues, full of excitement:

“It’s him!”

“It’s definitely him!”

“Although there are some differences between it and the portrait, it is already 90% similar. This is definitely not a fake…”

Hongniang knew that there were many people in the Five Regions pretending to be the Eight Lords. She shook her head and said in a very firm tone:

“Master Xiao has played the role of Ba Zun An before, Hongniang has seen him before, but he didn’t have this kind of demeanor!”

“For a true Ba Zun An, he doesn’t even need to speak, and Hong Niang doesn’t even need to know him… He is already Ba Zun An just standing there!”

In the scene where Jin Xing was preaching, the number of spectators was soaring at a terrifying rate. Hongniang’s tone was too arrogant, and such a confident tone naturally aroused some doubts.

And it is true that, although this person has an extraordinary bearing, there are too many questionable points about him.

“Hongniang, I think you are burning with desire. Could this be the Eight Lords?”

“I don’t know what Ba Zun’an looks like, but it has been confirmed that Ba Zun’an has scars on his eight fingers and neck, his eyes are cloudy and yellow, and he is unkempt.

“Yeah, let’s not talk about anything else, just count, how many fingers does he have?”

The same comments can be seen in dozens or even hundreds of preaching scenes at Lingyu Mountain. The audience’s eyes are indeed sharp.

At this moment, everyone came back from their initial amazement and began to pay attention to the details.

These eight statues have ten fingers!

There was no ugly big scar on his neck. On the contrary, it was kept very clean and tidy.

“I heard that ancient sword cultivators are all reserved and reserved. Could it be that the Eight Venerables knew that I was about to come out to meet people, so they dressed up?”

She is definitely a reserved and reserved person, and she has certainly dressed up a lot. Even Hua Changdeng can see it.

But simple tinkering cannot erase old injuries or remove two broken fingers, and still make it look so fresh and natural.

“The old scar has healed, and the broken finger has grown back. It seems that you have recovered well.”

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were filled with satisfaction. If Ba Zun An still came out to see him with eight fingers on his head, he wouldn’t even be able to hold the sword, let alone fight?
“You’re not bad either.”

Amid the sound of the whistling cold wind, the eight masters walked slowly forward.

He walked past the fallen Xiao Wanfeng and came to the front of many ancient sword practitioners. His eyes passed the unconscious Xiao Kongtong and Mr. Siren who had a bloody hole in his chest.

He finally looked at Hua Changdeng straight in the eye, from head to toe, from the body to the sword, and after taking a good look at him one by one, the corners of his lips slightly raised:

“Heaven and earth are cruel and all living things are like straw dogs. I haven’t seen you for thirty years. Brother Hua has cultivated to this level. He treats the old, the young, the disabled and the weak equally and can kill them all with one sword.”

The cold wind suddenly became even more biting.

All the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain shuddered. Is this how it started?

From Xiao Kongtong, to Mei Siren, to Xiao Wanfeng… Will the accounts be settled as soon as Ba Zun’an shows up?

Hua Changdeng could hear the sarcasm hidden in Ba Zun’an’s words, but he turned a deaf ear to them.

“Buzz!”

The ghost hunting weapon on his waist began to vibrate slightly as the Eight Immortals approached, as if it had recognized his presence.

Since landing, the ghost hunters, who had always been quiet, have now become eager to try.

Hua Changdeng suppressed the ghost hunter’s abnormal movement, glanced at the eight masters who had no sword, and chuckled:
“The serious injury can be healed, but I have no sword to use when I return.”

“Why, are you going to use your Ten-segment Sword Finger against me?”

“Or maybe thirty years from now, you will have cultivated the art of swordlessness to the highest level, and will be ready to open the door to the mystery with the Way of Nothingness to give me a surprise?”

Sword?
Ba Zun An stopped and laughed out loud.

After a while, he looked around at the world of Lingyu Mountain, and then at the people around him, and said with a sigh:
“The heaven and earth can be used as a weapon, and all things can be used as swords.”

“This sword is tangible or intangible. My sword is tangible or intangible. If I don’t tell you, Brother Hua will become blind and unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood?”

this……

As the voice fell, the aura of Taoism surged around the eight masters.

But it was only for a moment, and the aura that seemed to be able to bring about an instant enlightenment disappeared completely.

The ancient sword practitioners of Lingyu Mountain were no longer calm.

This sentence sounds extremely simple and comprehensive, and it clearly conveys the feeling that if one sits down and attains enlightenment, one will surely be able to understand it all.

However, Hua Changdeng and Ba Zun’an were confronting each other before him. At this moment, among the ancient sword practitioners all over the mountain, who could be able to calm down and sit down to gain enlightenment?

“This is just the beginning, is it so fierce? Just one sentence of enlightenment…”

In the scenes where the various sect leaders were preaching, tens of millions of spectators saw that as soon as the Eight Venerables finished speaking, the ancient sword cultivators around them all behaved in an unusual way.

Some even followed the Dao rhythm surging around them, but their Dao hearts were shaken and they returned disappointed, which made everyone very excited.

“Fight! Fight!”

It’s no big deal to watch the fun.

If I say that I was completely disappointed with Ba Zun’an before.

After this guy showed up, his image, temperament, and philosophy were all at the top level in the world.

This rekindled people’s passion, and they wished both sides would draw their swords and fight to the death.

Hua Changdeng was equally eager.

He had been preparing for thirty years, and finally had enough time to realize the truth. The ancestral gods behind him had also pushed him away. Wasn’t the “free time” on both sides just for this battle?
He held down the ghost hunter, and his body and mind were as eager as the sword on his waist, but before he could draw his sword or open his mouth…

“Let’s not talk about the sword, but the Tao, there is still something to discuss.”

The Eight Masters suddenly waved their sleeves, and in an instant everyone in Lingyu Mountain felt as if the world had changed.

But Feixue is still Feixue, Lingyu is still Lingyu, as if nothing is wrong?
“No! This snow…”

Gu Qingyi’s pupils trembled slightly at the Sword Burial Tomb.

He reached out and held a snowflake.

The snow was still as white as goose feathers, but after rubbing it with fingers, one could see that it had a little more cherry pink inside.

“Illusion sword technique?”

“here we go!”

The Eighth Sword Immortal is proficient in all aspects of the ancient sword art, but what kind of ancient sword art was it that made him famous in the past?
It was, of course, the illusion sword art!

When it comes to fantasy swordsmanship in the world, the best one is the Sword God Gu Louying, followed by the Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, and after that, all the others have been forgotten by the crowd.

It was not until the Eight Zun An came out of nowhere and dominated the world with his sword that the illusion sword technique was vindicated. He used the illusion to defeat the real, making it difficult for other sword techniques to raise their heads.

“Look!”

“Table? There’s an extra table!”

If it is said that the cherry blossom powder is hidden in the flying snow, this technique is hard to find and only an ancient sword practitioner can detect it.

The stone table that suddenly appeared between the eight statues and the long lanterns, as natural as if it had existed there forever, quickly attracted everyone’s attention.

“When did the extra ones appear?”

“It doesn’t look fake… Is this a fabrication of the Illusion Sword Technique, or did the Eight Lords take it out from their space ring?”

“So annoying! I’m so annoyed by these ancient sword cultivators. They always do some nonsense. Can’t they just start fighting? I want to watch the battle!”

Through the palm of your hand, the picture is 99% true.

But after all, there is an invisible piece of paper separating virtuality and reality, blocking the charm beyond the form, so the spectators from all over the five regions cannot perceive the subtle changes in the laws of nature on the scene.

This is even more annoying!

Because even a passerby in Lingyu Mountain could comprehend this magic sword technique, it makes people want to grow wings and rush to the scene to watch the battle!
Stone Table…

Hua Changdeng stared at the stone table, not understanding what Ba Zun’an wanted to do.

But he didn’t say anything. It was obvious that Ba Zun was well prepared. He put his hand into his sleeve, as if he wanted to take something out, but he didn’t take it out right away.

He took the initiative to sit down in front of the stone table, tilted his chin, and motioned Hua Changdeng to sit down first:
“Brother Hua has come from afar, I am afraid you don’t know that just half a year ago, Xu Xiaoshou and I worked together to place the Ancient War God Platform here, and set up this War God Realm, right?”

“Of course, affected by the power of Fengdu, calling it the War God Realm is no longer realistic. It should be called the Ghost Buddha Realm.”

“But no matter what the name is, just understand it as ‘Sword Formation’!”

He smiled and waved his hand, no longer discussing these matters, nor did he explain that there was no sword in this “sword formation”, so how could there be a “sword formation”?
He took out two golden wine glasses from his robe, and placed one in front of himself and the other in front of the Huachang lamp holder.

Then he stretched out his hand again, motioning Hua Changdeng to sit down for the second time, and with a slight shake of his hand, he took out a jade pot.

“I am a guest from afar. Although I don’t have a sword when I leave the building, I have taken a pot of fine wine called ‘Immortal in the Dust’.”

“Brother Hua, please.”

This was the third time he asked, and even though Hua Changdeng was reluctant at first, he was somewhat curious about what the “Tao” that Ba Zun An was talking about was.

He was no longer in a hurry. He walked forward, took off the ghost hunter and placed it on the stone table, then sat down.

“Why are you drinking now…”

The cultivators of Lingyu Mountain and the spectators from the five regions were still hesitating, but they saw the moment Hua Changdeng sat down.

“Buzz——”

The mountain scenery shook, and then exploded, and the entire mountain disappeared.

The feeling of weightlessness came over them, and they felt as if they were falling into an abyss. They tried quickly to control themselves, but just as they had this thought, they felt as if they were stepping on something that was both solid and virtual.

“Wow.”

The ripples were gentle and round, reflecting the thousands of confused faces present.

Water!
No, it’s a lake!

Lingyu Mountain has disappeared…Oh, no, that’s not the case. It’s Lingyu Mountain that has gone far away and become a distant scene.

When people looked up, they could vaguely make out the elm and mulberry trees on the mountain that were covered with snow.

The real and imaginary water under your feet comes from a clear spiritual lake with no visible boundaries, which seems to be placed in an alternate dimension in the mountains.

“Where did this world come from?”

“Where did the lake water come from?”

“It’s covered in ice and snow. There shouldn’t be a lake in Lingyu Mountain…”

There was no lake in Lingyu originally, but the eight statues said there was one and it came into being.

And it was not only the mountains and the lake that changed, but also the heaven and earth!
After Hua Changdeng sat down, the yin and yang of heaven and earth merged, and the color completely changed. The night was torn apart by the dawn, with the stone table above the Spirit Lake as the boundary…

To the north of Huachangdeng it is night and snow is falling.

The sun rises in the south on August 8, and the warm sun melts the winter.

“Oh my god! This realm…”

At first, the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain did not notice it.

Until comments came from the screens of each family’s palms, some said that a lake appeared under their feet, and some said that the sky above their heads turned from night to day.

At this moment, everyone realized that the eight masters were proficient in the invisible sword technique, which changed not only the Lingyu terrain, but also the various places in the Five Regions!

“How can this be called a magic sword technique?”

“This is already the second world!”

“In Hua Changdeng’s Fengdu vision, half of the second world was forcibly cut in? The battle has already begun, and the first stage is: grabbing territory!”

Hua Changdeng doesn’t think this is a grab for territory.

To describe it as “grabbing” is really giving the Eight Masters an honor.

This second world is ethereal and illusory, and he can easily break through this “blockade” with just a thought.

Are the Eight Lords weak?

Or does he have other intentions?
“Gurgle…”

Hua Changdeng sat quietly on the stone bench, as steady as a sacred mountain, unmoved by external things. Ba Zun An then raised the wine pot high and poured the wine, saying as he poured:

“Let’s not talk about the rest of the ways for now.”

“Before we discuss this, I still have a question that I don’t understand. I wonder if Brother Hua can give me some advice?”

The glass is half full.

The eight statues were clearly pouring wine into the glass in front of them. Hua Changdeng was staring at the glass in front of him, which was also almost full.

“speak.”

He tapped his fingers on the table.

Ba Zun An glanced behind him with a half-smile, covered his sleeves and brought the wine pot, saying:
“Although I have longed for this battle, but for Brother Hua, the Third Ancestor is watching closely behind him, how can Brother Hua be willing to be a pawn?”

“Is there any evidence in their hands?”

Hua Changdeng had never expected that the first doctrine in this theory was the doctrine of each ancestor. He felt really hurtful when he heard this, and his expression changed slightly.

After Ba Zun’an finished speaking, he laughed and stood up, leaving the stone table. Without listening to his answer, he raised his glass first.

When he raised his glass, all the ancient sword masters from Lingyu Mountain above Linghu Lake had a golden wine glass filled with wine in front of them.

Lei Shuangxing smelled the aroma of wine in front of him, and his magic wand trembled slightly.

When Gu Qing looked at the golden wine glass in front of him, it was not his nose that moved first, but the evil sword Yue Lian.

Gou Wu Yue stared silently at the wine in the cup, the sword on his waist vibrated with a buzzing sound, and he almost wanted to fly out of the sheath.

The ancient sword practitioners from all over the Five Regions actually had a wine glass in front of them. Even Feng Zhongzui, who was huddled in the courtyard of the Feng family mansion in the South Region, stared blankly at the golden cup in front of him, completely stunned.

In a trance, the Feng Family in the South Region, the Sword Burial Tomb in the East Region, the Cangyue Immortal City, and even the various clans, tribes, and families in the North, Central, and West Regions, all those holding swords heard the ethereal immortal sound coming from the sky:

“Golden cups and jade cups of immortal wine, presented to fellow practitioners…” (End of this chapter)