I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2017

Chapter 1892 Asked

Like a baby crying, as soon as the Tao sound was finished, everyone in the five regions cried out at the same time, starting their first howl after ten months of suffocation.

“It’s unblocked!”

“I’m not cold anymore. I almost choked to death just now.”

“Haha, I can speak now… I also have the qualities of a swordsman!”

Obviously, those who had their speech restrictions lifted only after they collectively emerged from the Cold Wave Era vision were not even close to being ancient sword cultivators.

But this talent of a sword immortal really gives people a wake-up call.

“Why is Gu Qingyi the first one who can speak? Is he the illegitimate son of the Sword Ancestor?”

“There are also Xiao Wanfeng and Lei Shuangxing. These two are right behind them. Even Gu Qinger ranks behind them. Our Qinger is one of the Seven Sword Immortals! Why?”

“Gu Qing’er is obviously too weak. His sword skills are not very good. I can do it.”

“No, in my opinion, the way Sword Ancestor selects his successor should have his own thoughts.”

“Hmm? How come you’re selecting the successor? Where do you put the Eight Zun An and Hua Chang Deng?”

“Angry! Where is my Moonless Sword Immortal? No one is coming out to support him?”

Gou Wu Yue seemed like an outsider from beginning to end.

He barely moved at all during the entire scene, and the preachers in the various TV programs didn’t pay much attention to him.

On the contrary, Hua, Ba…

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it was unblocked a long time ago.

However, neither of them said anything to interrupt, and just gave the spotlight to Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan.

The second and third sons of the Gu family, who had finished reciting along, were now blushing, as they had finally made a name for themselves.

After the sound of the Dao ended and they enjoyed the “worship” looks from everyone, the two guys belatedly poked the eldest brother in the waist:

“Big Brother, why are you the first one to speak?”

“Big Brother, we are all chanting along. Do you think Sword Ancestor will get a reward? Otherwise, Master Wen should get one too, right?”

“Big Brother, I think Sword Ancestor has taken a liking to you.”

“Big Brother! Hua Ba Ke, Wen Gou Ke, and Gu Hu Hu can do it? In my opinion, it is better to take over… Ouch!”

The third child is too jumpy.

Before he finished speaking, he almost slapped Gu Qingyi on the head:

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

“I’ll deal with you when I get back.”

Both junior brothers wanted to get away with their previous remarks, but Gu Qingyi happened to have neither the time nor the mood to argue with them.

After ordering them to shut up, he returned the battlefield to Hua Ba and to the Sword Master Gu Louying who had already walked out of the Xuanmiao Gate and towards the center of the sea of swords in the void.

“Lone Tree…”

Someone was whispering silently.

Most of the quotes from the Sword Manual are now forgotten, but the names are still remembered.

This should be attributed to my grandfather’s large-scale “enlightenment” covering five areas half a year ago.

The real name of Sword Ancestor is just like his image standing in the void at this moment, alone, yet with a towering momentum.

After Daoyin finished reciting, the scriptures in his hand were rolled into a bundle and gently held in his palm.

No one could still see His appearance clearly, but His agility and nature did not seem fake.

Even though he knew it was not the Sword Ancestor himself, at least this figure should contain a trace of the will of the Ancestral God?
The Sword Ancestor looked down from above, sweeping his eyes around Lingyu and the Five Regions, and then a faint voice came from the sky:
“Who is calling?”

In an instant, everyone’s eyes fell on Ba Zun’an.

The Sword Ancestor has a spirit, and he looked over there, as if he was observing?
In the center of the sea of swords, ten thousand swords were paying homage.

The central position was given up, and the Eighth Master moved to the side. The Sword Master looked at him, and he also looked at the Sword Master.

Unlike the younger generations in Lingyu Mountain, perhaps because they were close to each other, or perhaps because they had reached a certain height, the Eight Masters were able to see the Sword Master’s appearance clearly.

He is not vague or hazy.

His entire body was shaped by silver sword energy, which contained the aura of sword intent – its appearance was clearly related to the power that he had pointed through Xuanmiaodu and sent over.

And when I saw that face clearly…

“Sword Ancestor, similar to me?”

The eight masters were all surprised. It was as if he was looking in a mirror.

Sword Ancestor Gu Louying looks exactly like me!
“Sword Ancestor has been put into reincarnation. I am one of his reincarnations?”

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Ba Zun’an quickly rejected it.

His path began with the ancient sword art, but like Hua Changdeng and Gou Wu Yue, he walked out of the cage.

As for Sword Ancestor, it’s not to say that he has no connection with him at all, but it can only be said that he is not closely involved.

“No, Sword Ancestor Wuxiang…”

“No form reflects all forms, so no matter who is looking at it, they are all like me…”

This is thinking on the bright side.

But the Eight Lords knew the fate of the Sword Ancestor. He had been put into reincarnation, bringing disaster to the world.

And before being placed into reincarnation, the Sword Ancestor had an appearance, he was a real person!

Unfortunately, other people could not remember the “Sword Classic”. When Ba Zun’an followed Wen Ting into the sword tomb, he memorized the entire text after reading it once.

In the “Sword Classics: Introduction”, there is a sentence that is used to describe “appearance”, which is closely related to the background of the time when the Sword Ancestor lived:
“Anyone who takes a short path will not move forward, and anyone who takes a long path will take a hundred feet in one step… Anyone who has no appearance will show perverseness, and anyone who has an appearance will lose his appearance…”

Wen Ting’s later annotation of that sentence was that in the era of cold waves, right and wrong were reversed, good and evil were reversed, and some people even lost their facial features and limbs.

On the contrary, fog and mist, which are originally formless, have grown sharp fangs and claws, making them more conducive to “cultivation”, but in fact they are based on “attack”.

As well as some more abstract concepts, such as people’s thoughts and the spiritual will of all things, they have been materialized and transformed into visible forms such as “evil spirits”, “demons” and “monsters”.

After the Cold Wave Era, the world was deeply affected by the transformation of “Holy Ancestor” into “Demon Ancestor”, and the above are only the most basic parts.

Even worse, it has to rise to the subsequent “ancestor of magic” and turn into “evil yin”, which is also somewhat related to it.

At that time, the Sword Ancestor clearly withstood that kind of impact, which is why he was able to be deified and called the Ancestor.

The Eight Lords were thinking…

If “the Sword Ancestor is similar to me” now, it would be a good thing if it confirms the speculation that “the Sword Ancestor has no form, but reflects all forms”.

If it is true that “all things without life appear to be perverse, and all things with life lose their appearance”, the nature will change completely.

——He looks like the Sword Ancestor, but it’s not an exaggeration to say that he is the Demon Ancestor!
“Did you see clearly?”

At this moment, a familiar voice came from Xu Xiaoshou’s mind.

Ba Zun’an’s heart moved, but he did not respond. Soon, a slightly bored voice came from the other side:

“I have some bad news for you. Something may have happened to the Sword Tower. It may be related to the spirit of the Demon Ancestor, so the Sword Ancestor in front of you may not be quite right.”

The eight masters were relieved.

Sure enough, things were developing in the worst direction, and it was not unexpected…

The Sword Master looked at him steadily without saying a word.

Ba Zun An put aside his thoughts for the moment and returned to His question.

Who is calling?

Me?

Ba Zun’an was not in a hurry to give the answer to this question.

He waited for a long time, carefully observing the Sword Ancestor’s body, but still could not find anything abnormal. When all the cultivators in the Five Realms were extremely anxious, he smiled and pointed at the Sword Sea Ten Thousand Swords:
“We are ancient sword cultivators.”

Ling Yushan was surprised, and the ancient sword cultivators from the Five Realms were even more moved.

Of course, the Xuanmiao Gate was opened by the Eight Zun. If he hadn’t pointed it out, the Sword Ancestor would not have come.

But the magnanimity of this answer was not inferior to that of the Lord’s “Pour out all the rivers and seas to give drinks to people all over the world”, at least it made people feel very comfortable.

“Yes, it’s my treat.”

“Hahahaha, Sword Ancestor is here. I tried my best and spent my tenth-grade spirit sword worth three thousand spirit crystals.”

“Well, then you were killed by the Tornado Bully, bro!”

The five realms of preaching have their own fun scenes. Sword Ancestor obviously can’t keep up with the times. He doesn’t know these things. He looks at the Eight Lords and says:

“What is the purpose?”

Then you are not very smart, or you have a bad memory…

Others may think this question is reasonable, but Ba Zun Anke still remembers the original words in the “Sword Classic Introduction”:
“Twenty-one famous swords are listed, and they are integrated into the true nature of creation.”

“The reason why those who come after me read swords and wood is that they can understand the mysteries and see their true selves.”

The inheritance of the Sword Ancestor can be learned from these two sentences.

The reason I came to see you was not to ask about your well-being, but to learn from your “true nature” hidden in the twenty-first famous sword.

“After reincarnation, even the will and memories left behind were affected?”

“The spirit of the acquired ancestor of Void Island, but no matter what, at least he remembered that his mission was to find a successor, and he did not forget where the inheritance was placed and when to take it out…”

Ba Zun’an felt more and more that Xu Xiaoshou was a competent chess player.

Without his incisive reminder, I am afraid it would be difficult for me to turn around in the short term, at least this middle path.

“Clear your mind…”

With such thoughts in mind, Ba Zun found it a little funny.

How should I put it? In such a difficult situation, we were able to enjoy the ease of the ten-member council of the Holy Spirit Temple going out without using our brains.

Ba Zun Anyi extended his hand and introduced Jian Zu:
“Brother Hua, this is Hua Changdeng.”

“My friend has the same confusion as me. He started with the ancient sword art and was confined to it.”

“I promised him that I would gather the twenty-one famous swords and call upon the Sword Ancestor to give us some pointers.”

After a pause, he looked at Hua Changdeng and continued his previous endless discussion of the Dao, asking questions one after another:
“Will these nine great sword techniques, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand sword ways of becoming gods and ancestors work, or will they not work?”

“For this realm or the second realm, is it better to cultivate all of them and open the door to the unparalleled realm, or is it better to cultivate the best and eliminate the worst and specialize in one?”

After another pause, Ba Zun’an added another question of his own:

“Just now I heard the Sword Ancestor reciting the sutra, saying ‘Ascend freely into the sky, wander freely in the secular world, seek the truth, and continue the previous light.'”

“Has Sword Ancestor found this path that is higher than the path of the Ancestral God?”

“If so, can you explain to us, the younger generation, the more wonderful scenery behind the Xuanmiao Gate?”

“If not, could Sword Ancestor leave a few warnings? The mountains are treacherous and dangerous, and I would be grateful for your help.”

A series of deadly questions!
Those who are not familiar with the ancient sword art may not understand.

The Eight Masters, who were the mouthpiece, asked all the people in the sect, regardless of whether they were low-level or high-level, almost all the most tricky and unanswerable questions in their cultivation.

“Good question!”

Gou Wu Yue held his breath and concentrated.

He followed the path of Mo swordsmanship, and was so focused on moving forward with the sword of Wu Yu Wang Wei that he forgot everything else – in the eyes of outsiders, he was going astray and getting stuck in a dead end.

He really wanted to know the answer by traveling back to the era of ancient sword cultivators, knocking on the door of the Sword Master, and gain enlightenment.

There was no such opportunity before.

I can’t even dream of Sword Ancestor.

Now, the Sword Ancestor has been invited out. What difficult and complicated problems cannot be solved in front of the founder of Kendo?

“Wow…”

Before Sword Master opened his mouth, cherry blossoms floated in the air, bringing a few petals with the wind and snow.

The cultivators in Lingyu Mountain had no way of noticing.

Even Gu Qingyi, Xiao Wanfeng, Lei Shuangxing and others seemed to be completely invisible.

Gou Wu Yue tilted his head and looked.

Hua Changdeng glanced sideways with alertness.

The expression of Ba Zun An changed slightly.

“Hehe——”

At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, the black chicken in his arms struggled twice. Yu Zhiwen stroked his hair and lowered his head:
“What great saint?”

“Giggle!”

“What is the Central? Central?”

“Giggle!”

“…You are stupid, you are a stupid chicken, a big fat stupid chicken.”

Seeing that even so, Yu Zhiwen, Liu Fuyu and others couldn’t find anyone, Wu Ji lazily drooped his head, changed to a more comfortable position, and lay down in the warm and soft cradle, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Many comments suddenly flashed across the Five Realms preaching screen:

“Alai!”

“Sword Immortal Alai!”

Because another ancient swordsman appeared around Lingyu Mountain.

It is Hua Lai, the most elusive of the six among the new generation of Seven Sword Immortals.

Hua Lai was dressed in bright colors. After she appeared, she bowed devoutly to the Sword Ancestor at high altitude.

He bowed his hands high, bent his waist, and then knelt on both knees, kowtowed and worshipped – the highest etiquette!
You must know that the four disciples of the Burial Sword Tomb, who were praised as the direct descendants of the Sword Ancestor, had only bowed with their fists clasped before.

In today’s era, where is there a real “personal teaching”?
No one is worthy of such a great gift, right?
But after all, it is understandable to return the sword’s favor with a kneeling gift. The five domains could only sigh:
“The Sword Immortal is here, he is really a grateful and polite Sword Immortal…”

The flowers came to pay their respects, causing only a ripple in the five regions.

The only person who could really see in the scene was not paying any attention to the flowers, but staring at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was a tall figure in white clothes, with peach blossom patterns on the front of his slightly open clothes, a wine bag and a peach wood sword on his waist, he was dignified and suave.

He looked at the figure in the sea of swords, his eyeballs trembling, and two lines of hot tears flowed down from his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but lost his voice.

Sword Master seemed to have noticed something, turned around and glanced, but was also distracted for a moment, even putting aside the question from the Eight Lords, and muttered something, but it was unclear what he was saying.

The man in white shuddered all over, raised his hands high like flowers, and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Sword Master was also moved and looked at him deeply in silence for a long time.

“This is……”

Hua, Ba, and Gou were all stunned.

After thinking for a long time, no one could remember who this person was.

But it was obvious at first glance that the white-clothed man’s attainments in swordsmanship were no less than those of all the ancient sword practitioners present.

Just as they were still pondering and the man in white was about to kneel down, an untimely roar sounded not far away:
“Brother Weiyang!”

“Senior Weiyang!”

“Save me, save me quickly!”

Weiyang…

Everyone in the Five Regions heard the voice of the Lord.

Yes, he was still trapped in the Three Talents Sword Formation, in a world imprisoned by the two ghost hands above and below.

“What Weiyang?”

“Who is Shouye talking to? Is there anyone?”

Hua, Ba, and Gou were shocked when they heard the voice.

This is……

The Great Sword Saint, Hua Weiyang!
When the ancient swordsmanship realms were transcended, there were people who had entered the flower world and received either admonitions or warnings.

But no one really knows what Hua Weiyang, the eldest disciple under the Sword God in ancient times, was like or what she looked like.

Xu Xiaoshou, how did you know?

“Shut up.”

Hua Weiyang almost bowed down, but when she heard the voice, she turned her head and cursed. She did not have a good temper towards Xu Xiaoshou.

Everyone has fought in the world of flowers, so they know each other’s basics.

Hua Weiyang knew what kind of temper this guy had.

This time, the master invited him to come with the famous sword Twenty-One. It was disrespectful for Hua Weiyang not to show up and pay his respects at the first time.

A drop of water is repaid with a spring of water.

The grace of preaching the gospel cannot be repaid.

When she was about to pay her respects, this guy was still making noise. Hua Weiyang wanted to chop him with a sword.

“Save me, save me first!”

“Hua Weiyang, listen to me, there is absolutely no harm in saving me first.”

The guy is still screaming.

Hua Weiyang drew the peach wood sword from his waist and slashed with it.

All the five realms saw was peach blossoms passing by in the sky, and the ghost hand of heaven and earth that had imprisoned the Lord began to crack and loosen.

As for the Senluo world, it was regenerated with warmth, and as the peach blossoms bloomed, the petals melted away piece by piece.

“As warm and smooth as clouds, as soft and gentle as water.”

Just looking at the sword, Hua Changdeng’s expression changed.

This was a person who had completely mastered the ancient sword art. One could not even tell what sword technique or sword style he was using. His sword formation was disintegrated like the wind passing by without leaving a trace.

Although I am just a junior…

Not even the Eight Masters could understand it so easily!

“Okay, okay, thank you for saving my life.”

As everyone saw, after speaking out of the blue, Shou Ye stepped to the side of “Air” and patted “Air” on the shoulder:

“I will repay you for saving my life.”

“In return, if you want to worship this ‘Sword Ancestor’, then my suggestion is… you might as well worship me, hehe.”

Boom!
Lingyu Mountain shook.

Peach blossoms were flying all over the sky, forming a killing array that was trying to kill him on the spot.

“Hey, hey, hey, Hua Weiyang!”

The face of the trapped Lord changed drastically, but his momentum was still as strong as ever. He shouted at the “air”:

“Open your eyes and take a good look. Is this your master? Why don’t you just worship him when you see someone who looks like him?”

“Are your eyes blocked by eye boogers?!”

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PS: The entire text of “Sword Classics: Introduction” is too long to be included in the main text, so I’ll post it on the official account as a side story. Please follow the main storyline and it won’t affect your reading.