I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1995

Chapter 1871 Borrowing a Name

Chapter 1871 Borrowing the name
“Golden cups and jade cups of immortal wine, presented to fellow practitioners in the martial arts world.”

“I don’t care what the future holds, but I will try to relieve you of some of your worries.”

The Spirit Lake expanded far and wide, encompassing all corners of the world. Cultivators from all over the Holy Continent could hear the sound.

And when they looked up, this time without the help of the preaching screen, everyone could see that eight half-length statues of An in white robes slightly raised their glasses in the air and were the first to drink up the wine in the glass with a smile.

“Wow!”

Let’s not talk about the intention of this move.

The sincerity of his feelings and the boldness of his spirit have already ignited the emotions of the people in the five regions and aroused them to the highest level.

“Oh my god, the Eighth Sword Immortal gave me some wine?”

“Ah? I am also involved? But don’t ancient sword cultivators not drink alcohol? Why did Ba Zunan break the rules first?”

“Hahaha, I just broke through to the innate sword power yesterday, and I was recognized by the Eighth Sword Immortal. I am an ancient sword cultivator!”

“This wine… is good wine! It is indeed a wine made by the immortals. It is really good wine! It tastes mellow, strong and domineering. Ahem… ahem! A real man should be like this!”

“You all drank? That’s not good. I’m a swordsman. I heard that drinking makes swordsmen go crazy. I’ve been abstaining from alcohol for more than 30 years… Hiss! Good wine! Refreshing!”

“Haha, what a great saying, ‘I don’t care what the future holds, but I want to relieve you of your worries’. What a bullshit alcohol ban! I’ll break it today too. Let me drink first to show my respect!”

In the rest of the Five Regions, or any clan or family, it is actually difficult to find a glass of wine, after all, most of the people in each place are spirit refiners.

But places like the Sword Burial Tomb, Canyue Fairy City, Feng Family City, etc., are all places where ancient sword practitioners gather.

At that time, golden cups appeared out of thin air all over the sky, the aroma of wine filled the whole city, and the eight wine cups that were the first to drink up…

The eighth sword immortal presents wine!

Who would dare not give such a favor?
Even though the ancient sword cultivators from all over the country were hesitant at first, especially those from the Eastern Region, most of them knew the saying mentioned by the Eight Venerables in the early days:
“Wine makes the sword drunk, and the sword makes the man confused.”

At that time, many ancient sword practitioners followed suit and abstained from alcohol after decades of abstinence. Now they were naturally hesitant.

But today, the Eighth Sword Immortal took the initiative to break the precepts, which was nothing more than a statement to the world: Don’t mention the past, and focus on the present.

“Was it wrong in the past?”

When the strong liquor enters your mouth and burns your throat.

What was burned was not only people’s mouths, tongues and esophagus, but also the unwavering will of the ancient sword practitioners.

“Before you can comfort your future, you must first comfort your worries. I understand! I understand the Eighth Sword Immortal’s painstaking efforts!”

“With this cup of wine, he wants to tell us that the rules and regulations are not important. Sword practitioners should first cultivate their hearts. If we just stick to ‘drunkenness and swordsmanship, swordsmanship will confuse people’, aren’t we also trapped by this commandment?”

“To be disrespectful to gods and Buddhas is not only to be disrespectful to all gods and Buddhas in the heavens, but even the so-called conventions of the secular world may be wrong, even if this was first proposed by the Eight Zun An!”

“Brother, what you said makes sense, but Ba Zun’an drank first as a sign of respect, so I choose to forgive him.”

“Okay! Since you have forgiven Ba Zun’an, I will forgive Ba Zun’an too!”

“Ah? You all forgive me? Then I forgive you too!”

“Then I will…”

He had not been involved in worldly life for thirty years, but once he entered, he was the first to deny his past self in front of the Five Realms.

Whether this is good or bad, not many people actually know, and are too lazy to explore it in depth.

Everyone only knows that there is a golden cup on top and eight honorific wines on the table. This cup might be the most noble wine you have ever drunk in your life.

If you still hold on, you are really stupid!
Those who have wine to drink, after hesitating for a while, drink it all in one gulp.

But the number of ancient sword cultivators in the Five Realms was small after all. Those who had no wine to drink, when they saw the poor ancient sword cultivators around them who always ranked last, all started to toast heartily, and their eyes began to spit fire.

“It’s just a glass of wine. You’re so bad that I think you’re going to eat the glass. Is that a big deal?”

“Haha! What immortal brew? It must have been stored for a long time. I don’t need to taste it, I know it’s sour!”

“The Eighth Venerable has no vision. Why do you only give gifts to the ancient sword cultivators in the world? He cultivates the Tao, and I cultivate the Tao too. Why don’t you give gifts to me, a fellow cultivator?”

“Then I choose Hua Chang Deng!”

“You choose the Huachang lamp? Then I choose the Huachang lamp too!”

“No, why did you choose Hua Changdeng? Hua Changdeng didn’t even give the ancient swordsman wine…”

…

The Forget-Sorrow Tower of Ancient and Modern Times.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t expect that Ba Zun’an could bring a glass of wine into the building and present it to him.

He was bargaining with Kong Yuhen!
He could give him the Gate of Samsara. After all, it was not a bad thing for Kong Yuhen to gather all six gates and reshape the time and space.

He had obtained the Origin of True Tablet: War and the Origin of True Tablet: Dragon, and he also got the Origin of True Tablet: Sky from the Demon Ancestor.

Original True Tablet: The sword seems to be still in the sword tower. You Tu seems to have seen it?

The true tablet of the origin of the four ancestors of reincarnation, all that should be taken has been taken.

As for the Sword Tower, Xu Xiaoshou also plans to go there with Liu Fuyu later, so let’s decide after this battle!

As for the ancestors who were still alive, he didn’t dare to make such an idea.

As for the remaining one, I don’t know if there is the original true stele in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower: At that time, Xu Xiaoshou begged for it.

Kong Yuhen did not explicitly state that he did not have it, but he did not take it out.

Xu Xiaoshou wanted Kong Yuhen to accompany him to the long river of time to meet with Zhan Zu, Tian Zu, and Long Zu, to first finalize the incarnations of the three ancestral gods, and then discuss the matter of “The True Tablet of Origin: Time”.

The bargaining was going on fiercely, and both sides thought the other was stingy, when Ba Zun’an came out and gave away some wine!

“Didn’t you go out to fight?”

This bust of Old Eight in white robe is, needless to say, extremely coquettish – he clearly wasn’t wearing this outfit when he left the building, so when did he change into it?
Did he change into it in the cracks of time?

And it’s fine that he gave me wine, but listen to this crappy poem – how can you write poetry? He wrote it right after he went out, and gave it to everyone in the world?
“No, how can you be so pretentious…”

Xu Xiaoshou bared his teeth, staring at the glass of wine in front of him, then grabbed it and threw it at the eight statues in the air: “I just didn’t leave the building for a while, why did you make such a big noise outside?”

Ba Zun An said nothing, but just kept giving wine.

This is the first person in the five domains who does not give him face.

The first cup was spilled, triggering a hidden Easter egg – his bust did not disappear in time, and he handed over the second cup with a smile, and was able to speak:

“Sir, I know it’s you. I don’t have time to talk to you anymore. Drink this cup.”

Why?
Xu Xiaoshou chewed on those four lines of broken poetry. It should be said that it was actually quite clever to use it for the first time, mainly because it was enough to attract attention…

He grabbed the golden cup, but this time he didn’t pour it out. He raised his eyebrows and said, “Give me a poem so I can use it when I go out later. I will toast you with this cup. I respectfully toast you.”

The eight busts of An became even dimmer, and it was clear that his days were numbered. “Sir, please lend me your sword name. Please help me.”

Borrow a name?

At this point, Xu Xiaoshou came out of his jealousy and realized what the showy Lao Ba was doing.

He chuckled: “A glass of wine, a poem.”

Ba Zun An opened his mouth, but now he couldn’t utter a word. His figure disappeared and turned into flying smoke.

“Hey! Die already?”

Xu Xiaoshou was startled. How could he be so weak?
He quickly drank the wine in the glass: “Cheers to you! Cheers to you! Don’t forget to owe me a poem!”

…

Sword burial tomb and sword washing pool.

Wen Ting grabbed the golden cup in his hand, laughed loudly, and ran towards the only remaining sword in the pool with his robe lifted up.

“Qingju, look, the wine is here!”

“This cup is filled with sword thoughts, and contains the name. Its wolfish ambition is obvious.”

“But hahahaha, he borrowed the sword of the world and the name of the world, and he didn’t even think about you ending up in my place. I feel so sorry for you…”

Wen Ting ran into the sword-washing pool and squatted down.

The Qingju sword was shaking violently, and the sobbing sound never stopped. Sword tears flowed down drop by drop, showing that he was heartbroken.

Wen Ting used a jade bottle to collect the sword tears while shaking the golden wine cup in his hand. The aroma of wine filled the sword-washing pool. He seemed to be seducing an underage child:

“Do you really think that you two will go your separate ways, each lying dormant, cultivating in the bottom of the valley, and eventually meet at the peak and become one?”

“You’re stupid, Qing Ju!”

“He is back to his peak. Does he remember you?”

“I have already explained his path to you clearly. What do you think the Saint Slave has been collecting the twenty-one famous swords for over the past few decades?”

“I borrowed the name to cultivate the sword. This sword is not yours, Qingju, and this name is not just his, the Eighth Sword Immortal. This is the sword of all swords in the world, and the name of all people in the world!”

Qingju, tears fell like rain.

Wen Ting received it even more happily, spreading out the golden apricot in his hand and picking it up quickly. As the picture flashed, he saw many Eight Lords:

“Look! Look!”

“Everyone was given wine, and the Eight Lords showed up in person, which was full of sincerity. Only this Sword Burial Tomb gave me wine, but he didn’t even show his face. Is he afraid to see me?”

After a pause, Wen Ting laughed wantonly:

“Bullshit! He gave me wine because he didn’t dare to see me?”

“He just doesn’t want to see your broken sword again!”

“Tsk tsk tsk, Broken Sword Qingju, what a ridiculous Qingju, actually still waiting for him, why don’t you die for love…”

Wen Ting said this, and in front of Qingju, he drank the wine in the glass, not leaving a drop for Qingju.

At the end, he let out a long “ah”, sighed “good wine”, pointed at the rusty broken sword that was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, and said sarcastically:
“The hard-working people were let down.”

“If you ask me, just obey me.”

“From now on, bear the sword for me, and I will make you famous throughout the world.”

“Even if this Eighth Master comes back to look for you, can you really do it without any concern after all the experiences you’ve had with those enchanting swordsmen outside?”

Qingju said nothing and just kept crying.

…

Deep in the South Sea.

Dao Qiongcang shrank his neck and looked at the eight busts of An in front of him somewhat awkwardly, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand.

“Ahahaha, what a good poem, what a good poem…”

“Brother, your writing is brilliant. I admire you very much.”

The eight busts of An quickly dimmed, as if they could not withstand the bone-chilling coldness from the depths of the South Sea, but their eyes were still fixed on Dao Qiongcang.

“I drink. I drink.”

As the saying goes, don’t hit someone who smiles at you.

Dao Qiongcang smiled apologetically, held the wine glass with both hands, raised it high in a gesture of respect, and drank it all in one gulp.

Swish!

The eight busts of An disappeared into smoke.

The smile on Dao Qiongcang’s face disappeared in an instant, and his face was filled with solemnity. He muttered to himself:

“Not a body, not a spirit, not a mind, how can you lock onto someone like this?”

“Before that, Yuegong Nu, no, he probably couldn’t pay attention all the time, so he might not have noticed… um, but that look…”

Dao Qiongcang quickly put aside all distracting thoughts.

After all, the Eight Lords have already left, which means that either they don’t know, or even if they know, they don’t want to pursue the matter of offending Yuegong Slave with Nanming.

And it was a minor offense, not really an offense… Dao Qiongcang quickly returned to the main matter of the Eight Lords suddenly finding his true body. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then his brows relaxed a little, as if he had gained something:
“Name…”

Buzz!
In the depths of the Southern Ocean, the Grandmaster’s sword intent suddenly appeared.

Dao Qiongcang is of course an ancient swordsman, and an unrivaled sword master at that.

He practiced ancient swordsmanship in order to better deal with ancient sword practitioners after he stepped into that threshold…

In fact, there is no “we”, it is just to deal with Ba Zun’an alone.

However, in actual application, this grandmaster’s sword intent not only did not bring him much convenience, but on the contrary caused him a lot of trouble.

He once broke his back in the God’s Relics because the Sword of the Holy Judgement of 30 million Heaven’s Secret Puppet was borrowed by me, the Eight Sword Masters, to remove their power.

After being extremely angry, he sealed off that part of his sword training experience.

At that time, it was thought to be due to the “Sword of Holy Judgment”, and afterwards the weapons of the Tianji puppets were indeed modified into “Spear of Holy Judgment”.

Now it seems that this is not the case…

“It’s useless to just seal off the past experience of sword training.”

“In essence, I am still an ancient sword cultivator. As long as one is an ancient sword cultivator and knows the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he can easily take advantage of him when he needs it.”

This is easy to understand.

All those who practice spirit cultivation have the Holy Ancestor as their backup.

All living things are in the eyes of the Medicine Ancestor.

However, there is no Sword God Gu Louying in the world at that time. In terms of fame, Ba Zun An is the leader in swordsmanship. Naturally, anyone who practices swordsmanship will be easily influenced by him.

“The gecko has to break its tail!”

Dao Qiongcang raised his hand and was about to chop himself on the forehead.

But he soon stopped, his chest cracked open, and another Dome of Heaven walked out.

He stripped away part of the ancient swordsman’s memory, crossed over, and completely distanced himself from the “sword”. Only then did he feel relieved.

“Go to the East Region and have fun…”

Dao Qiongcang waved his sleeves and said, “Go to the sword tomb or marry into my family. If you want to cultivate sword skills, there is no future for you to have the surname Dao. Try to change your surname to Gu.”

Gu Qiongcang nodded, with the typical bitter face of an ancient swordsman, and walked away from the depths of the Nanming Sea.

Dao Qiongcang put aside the details and returned to the main business, frowning and thinking:

“A cup of magical wine, given to the world, thus making the world famous, and borrowing the power of ten thousand swords, is simply a profit without any investment. Who says he is not good at planning?”

“The start was so wild, just like when Void Island drove the water ghosts to Tianyuan, causing Xu Xiaoshou to rush around, and then the two poles reversed in the end, and the situation was completely destroyed after the net was closed. Even I was powerless to save the situation.”

“If I hadn’t seen the Dihuo Mingyi divination at that time and had chosen to protect myself, I’m afraid that more than just Rao Yaoyao would have been killed, and even I would have found it difficult to escape…”

Compared to the ancient swordsmen in the Five Realms who were feeling extremely hot after drinking, Dao Qiongcang, who was deep in the icy cold of the South Sea, was extremely calm.

He saw too clearly and pondered too deeply, but there was still one thing that he could not understand:
“But he was the chess player that day, and the ones who entered the game were Shuigui and Xu Xiaoshou. Even if everything was wrong, at least he was the one who ended it, so the whole situation did not collapse.”

“You are doing this knowing it is impossible. Are you really going into this battle alone, fighting a desperate battle?”

“Who can he trust his back to? Who is worthy of trust?”

“Xu Xiaoshou?”

Dao Qiongcang only has this conclusion.

I have to re-evaluate Xu Xiaoshou, is he worthy?

But Ba Zun’an thought so highly of Xu, and he considered Ba Zun’an a chess player of the same level – he thought he was a good match, but he didn’t. Was there something wrong?
“Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower…”

Dao Qiongcang murmured softly, and soon he gained something.

He has two brains and can calculate very quickly.

He deduced countless possibilities, and finally found that no matter what, Xu Xiaoshou could not turn the tables. The only difference was that he was hiding in the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower at the critical moment. The variable might be “time”.

“But Kong Yuhen can’t give him much help. Kong Yuhen can hardly protect himself.”

“The Demon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, and the Evil Yin would never consider him as a great enemy or a great friend. If they don’t take him seriously, they would never favor him or use him.”

“Yes, then where does the meaning come from?”

“secret……”

Xu Xiaoshou has a secret, and Dao Qiongcang knows it.

This secret broke out once again in the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower, pushing its great Dao of intention to the extreme. Dao Qiongcang also noticed this when Xu Xiaoshou went back to take revenge on Chongyin.

“But my memory has not yet reached its peak, and neither have the Tenth Ancestor. Who else can do such an extreme method that is like forcing something to grow?”

“name……”

Dao Qiongcang silently murmured the word “name”, and finally shook his head. The way of name is the way of name, and the way of meaning is the way of meaning.

The name is outside, the meaning is inside.

Those who are not extreme, paranoid, and overly self-centered cannot cultivate to the ultimate state of intention, let alone provide such help to Xu Xiaoshou.

This can further rule out the inference that Kong Yuhen has become the Ancestor of Time. Even if he becomes the Ancestor of Time, he cannot grant others the ultimate state of intention.

It can be said that in the “storehouse” of the sky, there are no more clues to speculate and deduce.

“In that case…”

Dao Qiongcang has never been a pedantic and conceited person. If he can’t figure it out himself, then let him get involved.

“Second generation.”

Dao Qiongcang descended into the memory space.

It was all hazy here. I was standing in front of myself and there was a snake spirit bound in the distance. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

“Hey, rare guest.”

The second generation Dao Qiongcang was wearing a large robe and sitting astride the golden throne with a flamboyant attitude. He had his eyes closed for a rest, but now he looked up.

The sky is like a weak scholar.

In comparison, the faintly visible bulge of muscles under the second generation’s robes is no less impressive.

“I have a question for you.”

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“Naturally it is not related to ‘measure’, or has involved ‘force’, which is your specialty.”

“speak.”

Dao Qiongcang nodded, carefully chosen his words, and said concisely: “In the world you know, in all the heavens and the worlds, from ancient times to the future, who can be called the ‘strongest’?”

The second generation chuckled and spoke word by word: “Dao! Qiong! Cang!”

“Don’t flatter me, I’m serious.”

“I’m serious, too.”

Dao Qiongcang was helpless. He felt flattered by himself. In the end, he didn’t want to argue with this stubborn person, so he said, “Besides me, what about others? Well, maybe someone is also proficient in the great way of intention…”

“meaning?”

“right.”

The second generation tilted his head in deep thought, and finally looked at the white snake demon in the distance that was bound and frozen in the memory of an eternal moment, and said one word in a concentrated voice:
“Nuo!”