[Chapter 1264 Chapter 1260 Sophisticated and sophisticated, the water ghost is going to become a fairy!]
Heavy snow, cold wind, one old, two young.
“Young man, although you have a mortal body, you are amazing. You are a good young man who practiced ancient swordsmanship. Do you have the idea of cultivating swords?” “Who are you?” “It doesn’t matter who you are, what matters is
that
you Are you eager to learn sword?”
“You want to take me as an apprentice?”
“Yes.”
“I have the idea of learning sword, but I don’t want to take you as my teacher, and I won’t take anyone as my teacher.” “
Oh? Why?”
“Do you have to learn from a teacher to learn swordsmanship? If everyone wants to learn from a teacher, then who is the teacher’s ancestral teacher?” “
Um… Dao?
” !Since the first person to hold a sword can learn from Taoism, why can’t I be him? Or, are you stronger than ‘Tao’?” “You! You are so powerful, who taught you the truth?
Yours Who is the teacher?”
“I said… oh, forget it, let’s not talk about it, can’t I learn without a teacher? My swordsmanship, I can walk by myself!” “You…” “I
read
poetry and books, and I have seen all over the world , The way of swordsmanship is the same, so is ten thousand arts… You don’t need to persuade him too much. If you want to take an apprentice, ask him, he is also very good.
” The sword body is amazing, do you have the idea of learning sword?” “
Heh, you are really the second person to notice me, really fed up with this kind of life, old man, you look like a liar.”
” No, this old man is not…”
“Are you from Meisi?”
“You know?”
“Same, my way of swordsmanship, I can walk by myself.”
With a flash of thought, Mei Siren came out of the memory of encountering Ba Zunfan and Wen Ting under the snow that day, and couldn’t help but laugh.
When he looks at Situ Yong now, it’s like seeing himself back then.
Similarly, he was crushed from the level of thinking, and after a few words, he was severely beaten.
But there is a fundamental difference with Situ Yongren…
At that time, Meisiren certainly felt that Xiaoba and Xiaowen were young and vigorous, and they might be able to succeed in the future.
But more people still feel that they are “arrogant” and “frivolous”, and they have a hard time coming.
Situ Yong is different.
From the perspective of a latecomer, he has already seen the outstanding achievements of the Eight Masters.
So maybe there should be a new interpretation of the so-called “arrogance” and “frivolity”… Maybe
it is self-confidence, maybe it is something else.
But no matter what, the eight masters just lived normally, and they crushed other geniuses.
Meisi knows what this blow feels like.
He looked at the disheartened young man in front of him, who seemed to have lost his goal, couldn’t help but shook his head and sighed, and touched the eight gods with a paper fan.
“Let’s put it another way.”
Bazun Fan turned his head, puzzled in his eyes.
In his world, it is impossible to stand up and understand why there is, and there will be the behavior of “putting another way”.
Young people are inherently untalented, if they can’t bear even this little blow, what chance do they have for a local chicken to become a phoenix?
Mei Siren rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh.
As a teacher, the most detestable behavior of attacking young people.
But it was not until later that he could understand that the Ba Zun was familiar with such monstrous thinking. Now it seems that there is really no way to make people change their minds.
After thinking about it, Bazun couldn’t open his mouth, so he could say:
“Situ Yong, right?”
“Actually, if you think about it from another angle, you can feel relieved.”
“Eight Masters didn’t attack you, just like he didn’t want your master to attack Xu Xiaoshou so early. This is invisible. The rules of the game.”
The corner of Ba Zun’s lips twitched, and he almost said “ah”, but he held back.
Can this kind of statement really make the young man feel better?
In this life, he only practiced swords, and he didn’t bother to explain many things.
Whether the world distorts it or misunderstands it, the Eight Masters don’t care.
Unless those people could walk in front of him and confront him face to face, he might say something more.
But there are too many people left behind!
These people, the distance will only be further and further away, and it is difficult to even backstab, so how can they get ahead?
Obviously, Mei Siren’s words, as Ba Zun expected, did not make Situ Yongren feel much better.
I, at the same level as Xu Xiaoshou, to compare with him?
Am I worthy?
Thinking that Xu Xiaoshou could make waves in the jihad situation and possess thousands of lights.
As soon as he entered the arena, even the semi-holy shell was cut off, and he almost lost his life.
Situ Yong fell into despair for a while.
“Let’s go.” Bazun was ready to leave, he didn’t have time to waste with a passerby.
“Wait… Well, you take a step first, and the old man will follow.” Mei Siren wanted to pause for a while, thinking that the eight gods can’t fly, so it doesn’t hurt to let him take a few steps first.
“As soon as possible.” The eight masters left without looking back, without even asking why, as if the people around them were empty.
Watching the back of the red plum blossom in cold winter, full of arrogance leave, Mei Siren looked away and looked at Situ Yongren who was devastated.
“Son, don’t underestimate yourself, you are already very good!”
Am I good?
I can’t even hold a sword in Xu Xiaoshou’s hands, and Xu Xiaoshou is younger than me, but he can already fight Rao Jiansheng and Yan Lao… Not only is
Situ Yong not happy, but his face is even more defeated.
Mei Siren sighed, looked at Situ Yongren’s figure, as if he saw himself when he was young, and sighed for a long time: “
Son, is Wen Ting weak, is Gou Wuyue weak?” “
No, they are not weak , it’s just because the people of the world compare them with the Eight Masters, so they seem to be overshadowed.”
Mei Siren’s eyes became complicated, and as he talked, it was more like enlightening himself in the past:
“The same Li, you are not weak, or in other words, you are already very strong in your age group.” “How
can anyone dare to easily participate in the holy war in the Holy Spirit Continent?
” Do they dare to play?”
“They dare not! But at least, you tried once.”
“You are not weak, but this time standing opposite you is Xu Xiaoshou, the Eight Masters of this era… …”
Meisi paused for a moment, his gaze was a little absent-minded:
“There are always some people who have surpassed the times.”
Is this consolation?
Situ Yongren finally raised his head, but his face turned even paler, thinking that you might as well not say anything.
But he could hear the kindness of the Meisi people.
Situ Yong had always heard of the name “Mr. Siren” in the past, but he didn’t pay attention.
In the Temple of Sin, they even became enemies to each other.
But now, not only did this gentleman not kill himself, but he was able to let go of his differences and open his mouth to persuade…
No matter what, Situ Yong felt a little warm in his heart.
He finally understood why Sword Saint Rao was unwilling to take action against the old gentleman even though he had a different stand, but chose to let him go directly, and then he alone would bear the consequences.
However, Sword Master Fan Rao made a sword attack on Mei Siren at that time, even if she was pretending, she might not be punished in the future.
But, there are always some people who are so sincere that people feel that even pretending to be hostile is a kind of blasphemy.
It’s not like the eight masters!
Situ Yongren glared viciously at someone in the distance.
“Mr. Siren…”
He opened his mouth, saw the look of nostalgia on the face of the old sword master, and asked, “Have you ever had similar troubles?” ” Of course
.”
Looking at the sky, looking at the few glimmers of light on the dark sky, he laughed uncontrollably:
“I understand you because I used to be you, the light chaser.”
“In the era of the old, that light was called You Tea.”
…
“Pattata!”
Under the heavy rain, outside the ruins of the Temple of Sin, on the outskirts of the kingdom of giants.
At the end of a chasm that pierced the earth, filled with gray and black gradient rainwater, suddenly there was a mysterious fluctuation, and a figure was outlined.
This is a middle-aged man, with a white robe like a fairy, with dragon and phoenix patterns, a green robe inside, embroidered with clouds, a jade crown on his head, a golden bead on his waist, and Sinan in his hand, leading the Taoist machine.
His appearance is extremely upright, the sky is like Cheng Taiyu, full of Fang Ze, his eyebrows and eyes are like stars, and the depth is gradually deepening.
The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners. Between looking and looking, it looks like a saint’s eyes are downcast, full of compassion for the world.
“Oh, I didn’t expect that one day, I would be reduced to moving stones on the desolate land of the void island. What is that?
“
Dao Qiongcang bent down, put the Zhenxu Monument back to its original position, and washed his hands in the rainwater of Xu Xiaoshou’s punch that made his face colorless and plowed open.
Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.
The torrential rain was like a sudden, dripping down.
But it passed through him, as if he didn’t belong to this world, just like that invisible secret.
“Old Daoist Daoist, I’ve collected all the battle data!”
Dao Qiongcang’s shoulder suddenly outlined the outline of Tianji Dao, and jumped out of a Tianji elf the size of a normal human head.
Although the Tianji spirit is small, it has all internal organs.
Its limbs are short and fleshy, with two pairs of translucent cyan wings behind it, pointed and long ears, eyes as big as emeralds, pink cheeks, small and cute.
“Old man, old man, don’t be sad!”
“It’s not your fault. If you want to blame it, you can blame Old Man Yan and Brother No. 2 for being useless and falling into the enemy’s tricks, hum!
” Dao Qiongcang’s ears comforted.
“Xiao Qi, I’m not sad, I just feel a little pity…”
“Old man, why do you feel sorry for him?”
“Old Yan was sent by me after all, it can be said that I was responsible for him getting to where he is today.” Contributing to…”
“Old Daoist, you think too much, it’s because he underestimated the enemy, and it’s his own fault!” “
It’s different…”
Dao Qiongcang shook his head, pulling out the number seven that made his ears turn red. Pull it away, and throw it into the distance angrily.
“Aiya!”
The Tianji Elf fell down several times in the air before stabilizing his small body, and said angrily, with his hands on his hips, “I’m old-fashioned, I advise you not to throw me away, or I’ll run away from home!” “Hurry
up Let’s go.” Dao Qiongcang looked at it with a smile.
“If this baby is gone, there will be no one to help you analyze the battle situation, and you will have to worry about it yourself!” the Tianji Elf threatened in a childish voice.
“You’re gone, I still have Number Eight, Number Nine, Number Ten and many very good numbers…”
“Damn it, you’re going to piss me off!”
Tianji Elf Number Seven stomped viciously at the air a few times, and decided Forget the 925th failed duel, and choose another day to fight again.
“Old man, old man, you just said that you ‘single-handedly made it’, so you are also the trump card of the holy slave?” The Tianji elf rolled his big eyes, and slyly launched the nine hundred and twenty-sixth attack.
“Whatever you say, it looks like this anyway, and some people will say that in the future. I’ve already thought about my apology .
“
“Why?”
“When Mr. Yan took over the task and set off, I didn’t even need to think about it. Seeing his contempt for the eight masters, I guessed his ending.” “Ah?
Then why didn’t you remind me? ” “
Is the reminder useful? The stability of the Temple of the Holy Spirit for so many years has already made some people forget the pain they once had… Reminders alone are useless, and they must be stimulated by external forces to make them suffer. Wake up from comfort.”
“You didn’t prepare? This is not your character!” “
Yes, I even sent No. 2, but you think, even No. 2 has learned to despise the enemy. If we don’t find out in time, how big will the crisis after the Holy Spirit Hall be?”
“Uh, uh, uh…”
The Heavenly Mystery Spirit covered his head and closed his eyes tightly, hovered in the air for a few weeks, and turned a little dizzy, The result can’t be deduced yet.
It stuck out its tongue and said distressedly: “Xiao Qi is so useless, Xiao Qi can’t think anymore!”
“You’re not number two…” Dao Qiongcang took it over with a smile, and rolled up its head.
He had already guessed that he would lose this round!
Under his rule, the smooth development of the Holy Spirit Hall for so many years made some people forget the pain of the previous Hall Master being headed by the Seven Swords Owl.
Of course, there is a subjective element of not recalling.
But it’s okay to deal with other things, he said Qiongcang can solve those troubles.
I can’t understand the eight gods!
In the battle of the Ten Venerables, Dao Qiongcang has experienced the power of the Eight Venerables more than once, and this is an opponent worthy of attention.
But looking back on the past…
After the battle in Bagongli, even though Sang Qiye was captured, Gou Wuyue was still punished.
——Under the witness of Dao Qiongcang, his arm was cut off and he was imprisoned in the Holy Mountain Prison.
To an outsider like this, why not make people feel chilling?
However, Dao Qiongcang couldn’t say anything, the Holy Spirit Hall was not his own.
As the brain, he is sorting out all the veins of the continent, but it is only a brain and does not have complete limbs.
The conference hall is not his one-word hall. He can cut off the thoughts of some pedantic people with one sentence.
Therefore, things that cannot be solved by internal forces have to be handled by external forces.
The White Grotto and Bagongli are just the beginning, and the Void Island is the hometown and main battlefield of the Bazun.
For this battle, Dao Qiongcang has mentioned and explained a lot, and has given a lot of advice, but no one cares.
He even sent number two.
But everything else can only be handed over to Yan Wuse to take charge.
He won’t ask for any benefits and responsibilities if he wins or loses.
His method is to get rid of some arrogant people in this losing situation, so that the other part of the unusable people can grow and evolve into usable people.
In addition, it would be the best if it could be used to alert the Temple of the Holy Spirit.
These two points are the greatest benefits that he Dao Qiongcang can think of and will definitely obtain in the defeat.
It now appears that sitting idly by is no longer feasible.
The responsibility for the collapse of the Void Island across the board, he said, must be accepted.
I thought that Yan Wuse was just arrogant, not brainless, and he could be in charge…
But this guy underestimated the enemy to the point of rushing into other people’s layout, not only destroying everything, but also ruining himself .
That’s the Eight Masters!
“It’s useless to talk about it. You can’t control it. Some people have to touch a nail to know the pain of bleeding.” “
That’s the pain…”
Dao Qiongcang sighed, this is his most regrettable point.
It hurts so much!
The pain was so bad that even he couldn’t breathe!
As soon as the opening was caught, the eight gods would not let go, and climbed up the pole, not only wanting to bite Yan Wusai to death, but also eating Rao Yaoyao.
This made him no longer able to turn a blind eye.
“Old and old…”
Under the heavy rain, Xiaoqi, the Tianji elf, swept away the black rainwater in front of his small body, pointing his fleshy fingers to the sky, a little panicked: “
Fairy Rao’s semi-holy personality , will also be deprived!”
“The water ghost is too dark, if it doesn’t make a sound, it will be a blockbuster, and this wave will directly take three semi-saints, he is going to become a fairy!”
(End of this chapter)
