Swordsman of the World

Chapter 75

Hua Guzi and Yang Dong returned to Jianmen successively.

Hua Guzi didn't say a word, all she thought about was the Shouxiang Pill, a pill was enough to make her live another 20 years, and at the same time restore the four years of wasted youth.

But the elixir is in Yang Dong's hands, once he grabs it by force, Yang Dong will crush it.

She cared too much about the Shouxiang Pill, and she no longer had the time to think about how many pills Yang Dong had, how he actually got them, and his other secrets.

Just like when she was sold the Rejuvenation Pill at a high price by the shopkeeper of the pharmacy in Loulan Shacheng, this woman has no immunity to the pill that increases her lifespan and keeps her young.

She is obviously young enough, but she still feels that she is not young enough, which is incomprehensible in Yang Dong's eyes. Is it necessary to become a child to be satisfied?

Wouldn't she be going crazy if she knew that she possessed the cultivation method of "Taiyi Spirit Body"?

He had thought about telling Hua Guzi about the Wood Spirit Clan and plotting the Wood Spirit Clan's exercises together, but now his cultivation base is too low to coexist with Hua Guzi as a cooperative, so he didn't say anything.

A few days later, Yang Dong was sitting on the top of the barren hills in the Palace of the Bone Dao.

The majestic mountain peak, covered with white snow, he smashed a cave on the top of this mountain peak to avoid Hua Guzi's search.

The only one who knew he was here was Song Muqing.

Yang Dong is thinking about this tripod embryo, he gives Yang Dong a sense of agility and soul, and he must use aura as "fuel" to drive alchemy and medicine.

And the one who can connect with spiritual energy is the sword soul, after all, the sword soul relies on spiritual energy for cultivation.

Yang Dong almost got the true biography of Lenin's healing and saving lives, but he is just learning how to use the tripod to make alchemy.

In the process of alchemy, apart from imitating Lenin, he has no essential thinking and experience. He has used ordinary medicine cauldron to make alchemy before, but he has also failed.

"If you have time, go back to the Qin and Ming Dynasty to see the master." Yang Dong missed Lenin in his heart. Compared with Qi Tian, ​​Lenin was so kind to him, and he missed Lenin very much.

Yang Dong took a sip of the immortal wine, and began to practice with his eyes closed.

Practicing "One Thought Rest" for an hour every day, Yang Dong has been insisting on improving his spiritual sense for a year. Now that there are more immortal brews, the improvement of the power of divine mind is also steady.

It was just the rustling sound of stepping on the snow that interrupted Yang Dong's practice.

Yang Dong opened his eyes and saw Song Muqing who was dressed lightly. She had practiced the Jade Bone Art and was not afraid of the cold on the top of the mountain.

"Brother..." Song Muqing's voice became more and more alluring, crisp and sweet, like the sound of heaven.

"What's the matter?" Yang Dong's face was slightly red, and he was still using his spiritual thoughts to suppress the spirit of the wine brewed by the gods.

"Huh~! Brother is so cold, when people come to see you, just tell me what's the matter." Song Muqing acted coquettishly.

Yang Donglian rolled his eyes, this younger sister is becoming more and more good at acting like a baby, she vaguely remembers being soft and weak in Yangjiabao, very obedient and sensible.

But Song Muqing can't be blamed, it's not because Yang Dong has been used to it over the years.

"My phantom sword is ruined." Song Muqing knew that her brother was in a hurry to practice, so she immediately got down to business.

Then, he took out the remaining half of the phantom sword in his hand. The phantom sword is as transparent as glass, and it can also refract light. fluid.

At this time, the phantom sword was broken in half.

This medium-grade magic weapon was originally made by Lei Zhong in Leizhou City, and it is suitable for Song Muqing's illusory sword soul to confuse people.

But there is no swordsmith in the Bone Path Palace, and the materials are not easy to find.

A look of fierceness flashed across Yang Dong's face, and he asked, "Who did it? Is he still alive?"

Being able to force Song Muqing to use her real ability is obviously not a competition within the sect.

"It's from Tianzhu Sword Sect." Song Muqing slowly talked about the origin of the incident: "A few days ago, Senior Sister Zhao Longer and I were patrolling the mountains outside Jianmen, and we found three male swordsmen wearing Taoist robes of Tianzhu Sword Sect. Xiu. Because it is close to the sword gate, we went up and asked them to stay away."

"Unexpectedly, the three male sword cultivators became angry and attacked me and Senior Sister Zhao instead. When I hit two, I used my natal sword soul to defeat the opponent, but the phantom sword was also broken during the fight."

"Dead?" Yang Dong asked curiously.

Song Muqing lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake, and said, "Dead."

Yang Dong couldn't help but smiled wryly, I haven't killed anyone yet, you are one step ahead of me.

"One hit two, it's amazing, what kind of cultivation is the other party?"

"The swordsman's peak state." Song Muqing was a little bit pleased: "The most powerful one is the swordsman, and it will be defeated by Senior Sister Zhao."

Now that the other party is dead, Yang Dong is not paying attention, after all, the Bone Dao Palace and Zhu Tian Jianzong have always been at odds, and it is not uncommon for disciples to fight and die often.

Song Muqing obviously wanted a new magic sword.

"Brother, I'm going to Loulan Shacheng to find my own magic sword. I didn't come here to rely on you to find me a new magic sword, but to tell you that I can get out of the outside world by myself. I am no longer my brother's sword." No burden, I can be my brother's left and right arms."

With her head held high, Song Muqing said this confidently. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Yang Dong smiled gratifiedly, his sister would finally take this step.

He took out the ingenious woodcarving, and said: "I'll give you this, even the great sword master can't fly, if anything goes wrong, run away quickly, when my brother met the great sword master Brahma, he relied on it to survive."

"Thank you brother, hee hee." Song Muqing happily took the Jiqiao wood carving, then quickly pecked Yang Dong's face, and then ran away shyly.

Seeing the back of his sister going away, Yang Dong packed up his Star Sword and Top Grade Heavy Martial Arts Sword, and decided to follow behind.

After all, this is Song Muqing's first adventure, how can Yang Dong feel at ease?
Although it was a waste of training time, he didn't care, the safety of his sister was the most important thing.

It's a pity that Yang Dong doesn't know the disguise technique, and he doesn't know how to escape, so he can only follow behind behind him with his face masked, and he is almost becoming a fanatic.

When they reached the gate of the mountain, they found that there were also senior sisters, three daughters in total.

Seeing the three women walking out of Jianmen with their butt twisting, talking and laughing, Yang Dong quickly followed.

Suddenly, Hei Jiao intercepted him, and then let out a strange laugh: "Chi Chi Chi ... the boy surnamed Yang, it's you, I remember your smell."

"As the gatekeeper demon spirit of Jianmen, what are you doing?" Yang Dong was taken aback, how could it stop him?
Hei Jiao suddenly opened his eyes and explained: "Hua Guzi gave me some benefits, let me guard you and prevent you from escaping."

"Shit, that bitch." Yang Dong scolded angrily.

"Tsk tsk, scolding my mistress like this, you kid also has personality."

"Hmph, what do you know?" Yang Dong won't argue with Hei Jiao.

With a movement of his eyes, he suddenly cast out the Star Sword, sinking his qi into his dantian, arching his feet slightly, and making a heart-strengthening sword!
Hum, the sword glow concentrated on one point, stabbing at the body of the black flood dragon.

The four eyes of the black flood dragon suddenly opened wide, and the black scales were hit by the star sword, ding, as if hitting metal, sparks splashed all over.

Yang Dong was horrified, he couldn't break the black dragon's scale armor?
"Chichichi, boy, you have the guts to follow the female disciple, dare to fight with me, hiss." Heijiao suddenly stood up, his huge body like a hill.

"If I don't give you some strength, do you really think I'm a little snake? Regret your own weakness."

"Roar!"

The black dragon roared violently, opened its bloody mouth, and dripped saliva on the ground.

An inexplicable and powerful momentum rushed over, Yang Dong felt his body sway, flew upside down, hit the stone pillar of the Jianmen plaque, and passed out.

I don't know how long it took, but Yang Dong gradually came to his senses. He touched his forehead, feeling a little pain, and his body was weak and weak.

The first thing he did was touch the sword in his hand, it was still there!

Touch your waist again, it's still there!

Release the divine sense, "watch" the things in the waist pocket with the eyes of the mind, and they are still there!

Shhh, Yang Dong made a false alarm, then fell down powerlessly, and cursed: "You little snake, you wait for me, sooner or later you will peel off your skin and stew it in snake soup."

At this moment, an old man in Taoist robes walked in.

Isn't it Uncle Yue from Baixing Building?When Yang Dong joined Jianmen, he was the one who received him.

Uncle Yue held his back with one hand, covered his beard with his hand, and said: "Hmph, you boy, what are you doing to provoke the demon spirits of the Sword Sect? Do you know that this is a violation of the sect's rules?"

Uncle Yue is a pedantic person who abides by the old rules. Yang Dong knows that he is willing to abide by the rules, so he will not make things difficult for himself.

It's also thanks to him for saving himself. If it were someone else, he might lose his money.

He thought for a while, and said: "The disciple just wants to test the strength of the black flood dragon, to see if it is worthy of the name of the sword beast."

"Hmph, what an arrogant kid. You don't practice well and find someone to fight all day long? Reckless." Uncle Yue immediately began to preach: "A real master knows his opponent and knows how to choose his opponent. You and the black dragon are huge! You can't even notice the difference, which shows that your knowledge is still shallow."

"I'll fine you to work as a handyman in the Xingxing Building for half a month." Uncle Yue immediately punished him.

Yang Dong expressed dissatisfaction and said, "Master Yue, the punishment seems to be done by the deacon of the Spirit Bone Palace."

"I'm the head teacher's father, who dares to disobey?" Uncle Yue snorted coldly in embarrassment.

"Eh? Eh!! This..." Yang Dong was speechless.

Although Master Yue's cultivation level is not high, he is really the biological father of Jian Zong Yue Bufan, and his status in the sect is indeed very high.

Yang Dong can't help it, there are punishments to be done inside, and there is a black dragon guarding the door outside, so he can't follow his sister.

I can only hope that my sister can come back safely, but Yang Dong is not too worried about having a senior sister who is a peer at the level of a great sword master.

On the tenth day after Yang Dong worked as a handyman in the Xingxing Building, Hua Guzi came to him.

Bang, Hua Guzi kicked open the attic door, looked at Yang Dong who was removing dust, and snorted coldly: "You can really hide."

Yang Dong retorted: "Master, you are joking, when did I hide? You couldn't find me, so I hid? Are you too stupid to blame me for being too smart?"

"Just kidding." Hua Guzi raised his brows and shouted, "I've collected more than half of what you asked for."

So fast?It seems that they have been collecting spirit grasses and elixir these days, and it is really for Shouxiang Pill, regardless of everything.

Yang Dong was indifferent on the surface, and said: "If you don't collect all [-] kinds, don't talk about it. Uncle Yue..."

"Shut up! I don't mean to do anything, don't disturb Yue Lao." Hua Guzi hurriedly stopped Yang Dong, and said, "I'm not familiar with many of the spiritual herbs you asked for, and I don't have any spiritual sources that I can trade with. , magic weapon. I am going to search for the Tianwuling Mountains of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so you have to follow."

"Yes, yes, in order to prevent you from killing me suddenly outside." Yang Dong hesitated for a while, and found that he had no choice, and he also offered his own conditions: "You have to give me time to hide the Shouxiang Pill. It will never be carried on the body, and it will never be given to you after death."

"Yes, I will wait for you at the gate of Jianmen tonight." Hua Guzi said angrily, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)