I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2002

Chapter 1878: Drunk

Chapter 1878:
After three rounds of drinking at Lingyushan Lake.

Hua and Ba entered the room, and before they had finished discussing anything, someone raised his palm and shouted,
“Look, the inverted pagoda has been born!”

This immediately caused another commotion.

The toppled pagoda, at this moment, everyone knows that it is the place where the Demon Ancestor was imprisoned, which was done by a resentful Buddha decades ago.

Could his sudden appearance be related to the discussion between Hua and Batushi?
Many people came closer to take a look, but saw that in the palm apricot picture, the ground at the center of the cross street corner collapsed, and golden light gushed out from it.

A majestic and tall eighteen-story golden pagoda appeared in the void, with the base of the pagoda above and the top below. It was sometimes solemn and majestic, and sometimes evil and awe-inspiring, filled with a strong sense of contradiction and shocking.

“Is this the cross street corner?”

“This is the inverted pagoda!”

Too many people have never been to the City of Dead Pagodas in their entire lives, let alone the cross street corner in the city center. Now, thanks to Zhang Xing, they can observe it remotely.

After the ground sank in the center of the cross street corner, a huge space vortex was formed, and at a glance it seemed as if it was going to suck people in through the air.

The area was densely packed with people and some creatures that looked like they were not human, and it was impossible to get through.

They all have a common feature, that is, they have hideous and evil faces, and they look like they are not good people. They have all committed serious crimes and are hiding in that lawless place.

“Yama’s mask, orange robe…”

“Everyone, look! That’s the Five Degenerations of the Celestial Beings!”

The crowd on the east side split up, and a slightly hunched figure walked out from among them.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man is considered a celebrity in the Five Realms. Half a year ago, when Shou Ye fought against Emperor Cangsheng, he appeared face to face and questioned Emperor Cangsheng. He even mentioned the Saint Emperor Beihuai in his words.

There are not many warriors who are not afraid of death like this!

Walking behind the orange man was a graceful figure with a tall stature and one black and one white eye. Her eyes turned into a yin and yang vortex that slowly rotated, with mist emerging from it from time to time, which was extremely eye-catching.

“The Eye of the Gods and Demons! She is the apprentice sister of Shouye, the orphan of the Lei family, Lei Xier!”

“They’ve all gone… So they’re at the crossroads? I said that Shou Ye wouldn’t stay still, and sure enough, his people came out.”

“Coming from the east, are you from East Street?”

“Where are the Ten Seat Gods Yi and Aunt Xiang? Why can’t I see them? I want to see this couple. I’m so curious! Master, please play ‘The Couple of Gods and Xiang’…”

Under the shadow of the inverted pagoda, from the north of the space vortex, another powerful group of people arrived soon, with a large number of people.

The leader was an ordinary-looking old man, and beside him followed an old witch in a spirit master’s robe, who looked very evil.

“People from North Street, I know that!”

“That’s the newly appointed Emperor Guifen, and his most important subordinate, Wu Si Niang.”

“Don’t be fooled by their human-like appearance. Their methods are extremely evil and cruel. I heard that they dare to eat children alive.”

“…”

“Look, people from South Street and West Street are here too!”

The dragons gathered together, and the scene of preaching at the crossroads kept turning. It could be said that everything the spectators from the five regions wanted to see was broadcasted.

The guys coming from the south looked lifeless.

The leader was wrapped in blood-stained white bandages, so tightly that he looked like a dried corpse.

There were nine others behind him dressed similarly, lined up in a long snake formation, looking neatly arranged as if they were going to be reincarnated.

“At the head of South Street, there’s a corpse haunter!”

“This is the old corpse that was offered a three-stick-high black gold bounty over a hundred years ago.”

“Yes, I also heard that the Corpse Haunter had untied his bandages before. His body is the body of some semi-saint, and it seems that there is more than one?”

“The nine at the back dressed the same look like his incarnations… Hey, weren’t there only six before?”

“Tsk, that sounds a bit scary. Could it be the corpses of the Ten Semi-Saints? The evildoers are gathering at the crossroads!”

What comes from the south is actually just gloomy, not scary.

When the camera turned to the other side, to the west where the crowd was scattering like birds and beasts, everyone was shocked.

There was only one person coming from the west… should it be a person? She was so huge!
She looked like a tree, more than ten feet tall, and was obviously very skinny, with only two bulges on her chest indicating her gender, but there were thousands of hands densely packed behind her.

The arms are of different lengths and shapes. Some are like a baby’s arms with tender skin, while others are like dried old lotus roots with a rotten smell.

“Ugh! That’s disgusting!”

“The man on the west side? This is the master of West Street, the Thousand Hands Tailor!”

“Shit, I’ve only heard before that there really are people with a thousand arms. This looks like a ‘human hand tree canopy’… Ugh!”

The master of West Street, the Thousand Hands Tailor, held a long and narrow silver embroidery needle in each hand and was busy behind the scenes.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were using human skin threads to weave strange and bizarre reproduction patterns of exotic beasts, which was even more disgusting.

The key point is that after she finished weaving the human skin picture, she didn’t use it for herself, but threw it to the lucky audience on the roadside. Once hit by someone, the person was directly corroded into blood and couldn’t even fart.

“Where is Shen Yi?”

The Thousand Hands Tailor came closer and said, “You’ve been waiting for so long to see the excitement of the overturned pagoda, but you didn’t come to join in. Could it be that you were drained dry by Aunt Xiang in bed?”

Her two big black eyes like copper bells stared at the people on East Street with twinkling eyes, and her voice was surprisingly crisp and pleasant, very nice to hear.

“The inverted pagoda has been opened, and the ‘key’ has also arrived…” The hoarse voice came from the corpse-haunting man on South Street, as if he hadn’t spoken for a hundred years.

His face was clearly wrapped tightly with bloody bandages.

Everyone could sense that with this voice, the corpse-haunter’s eyes were fixed on Lei Xier:
“Everything is ready, except for Shen Yi. He is calm at this time.”

Hearing this, the Thousand Hands Tailor covered his mouth and chuckled. His body softened slightly, and his body language seemed extremely shy:

“Maybe, I’m very popular now~”

The spectators from the five regions were about to vomit their overnight meals.

Is the street corner so disgusting? Just looking at these guys who appear here, they all look difficult to deal with.

In comparison, Liu Guifen and Wu Siniang from North Street, Tianren Wushuai and Lei Xier from East Street are too normal.

After all, at least he’s a human being!

“Don’t target my Xier.”

“Fuck you, the Thousand-Handed Banshee and that bandaged man, get back off!”

“Oh my, I’m so worried. Lei Xier, quickly hide behind the Five Decayed Ones. Leave this to that Orange Decayed One. Decayed Ones are not even human.”

Yan’s point.

At this moment, the positions of the five domains were extremely unified.

There is no monster standing on the four streets of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest. Lei Xier is the only one standing there, for no reason.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man can indeed resist the situation, and they took the lead and stood out:

“The God also has some things to deal with. He said he would be here in an hour.”

“During this period, I would like to apologize to my fellow practitioners for all the losses caused by waiting.”

As he spoke, he bent down.

The picture shook at the speed of light, then blurred completely.

The preacher Zhang Xing at the crossroads was originally taking a photo of the Five Deteriorations of Heaven and Man, but suddenly he was photographed from the side, and the distance between them was about a hundred feet away.

As the palm of your hand moves away, the picture naturally shrinks.

Looking from afar, there was no figure within a hundred feet of the space vortex. They all ran away.

Even the Thousand-Handed Tailor, who was still trying to figure out his posture just now, and the Corpse Haunter from the Southern Region and his nine incarnations, all flew high into the sky.

“Senior Tianren, please don’t embarrass us…”

The Thousand-Handed Tailor stood in the void, his face full of lingering fear.

A semi-saint cannot enter the cross street corner, but rules are dead and people are alive.

Since the real semi-saints can’t get in, there are always people who do weird things, such as the pseudo-saint Tianren Wuxiu who was canonized with the Blood World Pearl.

A false saint, she, the Thousand-Handed Tailor, is one, and so is the Lord of South Street, the Corpse Haunter, just in different ways.

But as both are pseudo-saints, their fighting abilities may be equal, but in terms of weirdness and horror, no one in the audience thought they could defeat the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

Who dares to accept the worship of the gods?
The five signs of decline come uninvited!
“Hehehe…”

The five signs of decline in heaven smiled eerily.

He bowed halfway to clear the area, then put his hands behind his waist. At this point, not even a trace of holy power was visible on his body. He cleared his throat and said:

“Since no one objects, then let’s all wait.”

…

“What is God doing?”

Everyone in the five regions was curious.

Even Hua Changdeng, who was sitting in front of the Linghu Stone Table, couldn’t help but speculate, but with that guy’s brain, he probably wouldn’t be able to come up with a plan…

“Brother Hua, you are in a trance.”

The wind on the lake made a sharp sound, making people shiver.

Hua Changdeng came to his senses and looked over. Ba Zun’s hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt was slightly open, his face was slightly drunk, and his eyes were closed with a cold light, as if he had regained some of his youthful arrogance in his drunkenness.

One cup after another, one lamp after another.

He had already swallowed down so many pots that at this point, Ba Zun An had put down his golden cup and put his jade pot to his mouth, drinking madly.

It’s not the wine that makes people drunk, it’s people who make themselves drunk.

Hua Changdeng remains absolutely sober. He needs to deal calmly with all the changes that may occur, as there are still too many unknowns behind him.

In stark contrast, the current performance of the Eight Masters is somewhat extreme.

It seemed as if he really was using himself as a chess piece in someone’s game, heading towards the most extreme direction, leaving no way back.

The game is over.

The theory of ancient swordsmanship is over.

Everything was clear, but considering the current state of the two, the improvement was minimal.

If we want to be able to serve each other and move forward one step further, there is one problem that we cannot avoid in any way.

“I!”

The wind blew quickly.

The jade pot in Ba Zun’an’s hand was smashed heavily on the stone table, and wine splashed out from the mouth and spout of the pot.

This unusual sound immediately pulled everyone from the five regions back from their waiting at the crossroads.

But Ba Zun’an, dressed in a white shirt and drunk, stood up to accompany the music, but his steps were a little staggering.

After staggering twice, he bent his waist, supported the Linghu stone table with both hands, and leaned down.

Then he closed his drunken eyes slightly and stared at the long lamp for a long time before he sighed and spoke incoherently:

“Brother Hua, I have been seeking the truth for more than thirty years…”

As soon as these words were spoken, the spectators from all over the five regions burst into laughter.

“Eight Zun An is also drunk!”

“That’s right. He didn’t stop from the beginning to the end. It must be more than 30 pots. He doesn’t have spiritual energy or spiritual power to sober up. It’s normal for him to drink too much.”

“But without spiritual essence and spiritual power, how can a mortal body hold more than thirty pots? I think Ba Zun’an is holding his urine, and he is too tired to hold it!”

“Go pee, Linghu Lake is full of water, it doesn’t matter if Ba Zun’an takes a dip, show your sister Ba Zun’an…”

Unlike the ease of outsiders, people around Linghu Lake could clearly feel that the atmosphere had changed.

The same black and white colors of the sky and earth, the same endless discussions on the stone table, and the air now has a bit more chilliness.

As Ba Zun’an got drunk, the sword that had been hidden for a long time seemed to be unable to be suppressed and was about to be unsheathed.

“More than 30 years, Brother Hua!”

The eight statues’ eyes suddenly widened and white smoke rose above their heads.

Suddenly his body tilted and he almost fell to the ground. He held himself up, the vision disappeared, and his words became unclear again:
“What did you say just now? Oh, yes!”

“You said that the ancient sword art is confined to the sword, and the sword ancestor can only open up the mysteries, but has not yet completed the full creation behind the door.”

“So the ancient sword art was divided into nine arts, and the nine arts gave rise to eighteen sword styles. The eighteen sword styles, half of which were dross, were cultivated… cultivated, but were mixed and not refined. Ha, ha ha!”

Whether it is Lei Shuangxing, Gu Qing and others, or Xiao Wanfeng and Xiao Kongtong who finally woke up, or Gou Wu Yue and Feng Tingchen who have been standing behind.

Everyone listened quietly.

Listen to the eight masters laughing.

Those were the words that Fang Caichangdeng said in person.

It can be said that it was “high treason” and completely went against the path of the Sword Ancestor, devaluing nearly half of the nine major sword techniques to nothing.

Illusion Nine Thousand, Mo Wuxin, Ghost Hidden Emotions.

In his words, in his ancient swordsmanship.

Other sword techniques can be practiced and shared, but only the first level of “Hidden Sword Technique” is independent and incompatible.

The art of hiding the sword should not belong to the ancient sword art!
What “warming the sword”, “nurturing the sword”, “sword accumulation”, “sword activation” are all under the first realm of unsheathing the sword.

The disciple is better than the master, but inferior to the master.

Since they have failed to reach the height of the second realm, then at best, these can only be regarded as variations of the “ancient sword technique”, and there is no way to talk about going further.

Ancient swordsmanship, similar to the spiritual skills of soul refining, that is, the “Fifty-four Sword Steps to Kill” that Liu Fuyu once performed.

“Is the ancient swordsmanship wrong because of this?”

The eight masters picked up the jade pot, turned around, and looked around at the ancient sword practitioners.

No one answered.

Gou Wu Yue knew that the eight masters who were familiar with more than thirty kinds of so-called “seeking the way” were actually practicing the “hidden sword technique”.

The true meaning of Tibetan swordsmanship is to seal the sword until old age, and then become a saint.

Hua Changdeng’s words were equivalent to denying his way.

The battle to seize the road has just begun.

Naturally, the Eight Masters should ask themselves and answer them next, and say “that’s right”.

Who would have thought that Ba Zun An Yu Hu would put his mouth to it, take a few more gulps, and chuckle:
“I don’t know either…”

Everyone enjoyed it.

It really looks like a person going crazy after drinking.

I wonder how Ba Zun An would feel after he sobers up and realizes that he went crazy while drunk in front of the people from the Five Regions.

But he changed the subject and turned to the more numerous spirit refiners around the Spirit Lake, and shouted in a stern voice:

“Because of the mistakes made in the ancient sword art, until the end of the sword cultivation method, the times have changed, and now the five regions have only respected the spirit refining?”

Everyone was stunned, thinking about something.

“Is that really the case?”

The eight masters shouted again.

Everyone began to think deeply about the pros and cons.

But how could an ordinary person figure out the answer to this?
The eyes of the five domains were fixed on the Eighth Sword Immortal who began to talk nonsense, waiting for his accurate answer.

“I don’t know either……”

The Eight Lords’ momentum weakened, their voices softened, and the Five Realms suddenly booed.

Hua Changdeng couldn’t bear it any longer:

“Ba Zun’an, you are drunk.”

Having come to the end of the discussion, he was too lazy to talk to a drunkard and reached out to catch the ghost hunter.

The drunkard’s real intention is not to drink.

The Eighth Master made a lightning-fast move and slapped the stone table with his palm.

With a loud bang, the stone table fell apart, and the bronze lamp and the ghost hunter placed on the table flew to the left and right in the sky.

“Is it coming?”

Everyone from the five regions is eagerly waiting.

Hua Changdeng’s face changed. He stood up and stretched out his hands to the left and right, trying to take back the bronze lamp and hunt the ghost.

The eight masters stepped forward and pointed their fingers at the same time, pointing them at the center of Hua Changdeng’s eyebrows.

“Ten-segment sword finger!”

Around Linghu Lake, some spirit masters cried out in surprise.

This was certainly not an ordinary ten-segment sword finger. At that moment, even Hua Changdeng seemed to have seen the eight so-called “sword fingers” in the illusion of the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.

He retracted his sleeves in time, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and almost summoned the Altar of Hundred Demons.

“belch……”

Ba Zun’an just burped.

A finger stopped limply in mid-air. It was not even the Tenth Segment Sword Fingers, let alone my Tenth Segment Sword Fingers.

Bronze lamp, ghost hunter, falling from the sky.

He grabbed both sides from the left and right, which made Hua Changdeng’s pupils narrow and they almost started a fight.

The eight Zun An just picked up the copper lamp, not being hurt, and glanced at it.

He looked at the ghost hunter again, raised it high up, and held it in front of Hua Changdeng, as if he was going to return it.

“I have a method that can open the mysteries of the sword. I will verify before you whether the ancient sword art has been passed down to this day is right or wrong.”

Ba Zun An looked over, his eyes slightly closed, as if dreaming and awake:
“Brother Hua, do you want to see it?”