Fu Canglu

Chapter 420 Forget it
There are candles flickering in the thousand-year-old cave, like fish swimming on the stone wall, and the reason is uncertain.

The sword on the back of His Highness was held by someone.

This is a figure that is not considered burly, on the contrary, it is a bit thin, and it does not look like the image that a great practitioner who can be ranked among the top three in the world should have.

Not big enough, not tall enough.

Not short, not old.

Compared with other great practitioners, Chess Master really has a very ordinary face.

Looking at his facial features apart, they all look good-looking, but if put together, they look plain.

Such a "bland" feeling is not like the first impression, but rather like the gentle impression deliberately created by Ye Shisan with the "Purple Mansion Spirit" technique.

If you don't look at those eyes, Master Chess Master gives the impression that he is a very ordinary, ordinary man who is neither young nor old.

But he is the owner of the fairy island in the South China Sea.

Because his eyes reflect thousands of mountains and rivers.

Ye Shisan stared blankly at the master in front of him.

He thought about the circumstances under which Master would leave the test.

When the restriction is about to be broken by oneself.

When all the disciples of Zhongwei Peak knocked on the door.

When the people in Zifu used their soul power to break the ban.

various situations.

But I never thought it would be like this.

The appearance of the Chess Master is that of a young man, but at this moment his temples are gradually turning white and gray, and the two strands of long hair are continuously stirred up by the sword energy of the great soul power, and after falling down three times, they turn completely gray and white color.

Manifesting the soul into the Purple Mansion, receiving this sword obviously consumed a lot of mental energy of the chess master.

The chess master grasped His Highness's sword, but looked past His Highness, looking at Ye Shisan.

He calmly looked at the most proud disciple of his sect.

Ye Shisan didn't know what to say.

He stared blankly at the master, and saw that there was no trace of blame or anger in those eyes, but a trace of disappointment.

The Chess Master slowly shook his head with a degree that was so slight that it was almost invisible.

His altar was empty.

Nothing unusual.

No trace of being taken away.

Sober enough to not be sober again.

His Highness did not speak, and silently sensed the strength of the person holding the sword behind him. The strength of the chess master's grip on the sword was not too strong, but it kept his sword from falling.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly.

Ye Shisan didn't know what to say.

So there was a brief silence in the room.

Master Chess Master spoke first.

His voice was a little hoarse: "I know you are all guessing something."

His Highness and Ye Shisan both kept silent.

indeed.

Young master Xiaotao, from Nanhaimen, was guessing something about what the chess master said.

It is guessed that the No.1 of the South China Sea Xiandao is now in retreat.

Was it taken away?
Or those things that were shut by the ghost gate took advantage of it?
But the chess master just said in a calm tone: "I retreated because I was really injured."

"All the winding paths leading to my cave on Zhongwei Peak are all blocked by the restriction." He looked at Ye Shisan: "In the South Sea Gate, only you know that this restriction is the restriction of soul power."

"You also know that as long as I recover from my injuries, the restriction will be lifted and the cave will be opened."

"But healing is a long process."

"Even I don't know how long it will take to fully heal this injury. So, I will leave it to you to take care of this South China Sea Holy Meeting."

"but"

"Ye Shisan, you let me down."

Ye Shisan, who was firmly pressed on the stone wall by His Royal Highness, heard this sentence, as if something had been pulled out, and firmly held His Highness's tiger's mouth to resist the brute force, trembling uncontrollably at this moment stand up.

Candles flickered on the stone wall.

The chess master said softly: "All the spirits and spirits in the Purple Mansion are blocked outside the cave mansion. Therefore, only the two of you can hear these words."

He first looked at Ye Shisan with a calm tone: "You drew the 'Bodhisattva Dharma Sign' to cultivate your Dao. But Qingshi is the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who is expected to be 'one person's calamity' in the future. If he is in your hands today , what about the ghost gate?"

Ye Shisan's fingers were trembling slightly, not from fear, not from fear, but from a kind of excitement and stubbornness slowly rising from the bottom of his heart.

How could I be inferior to that Bodhisattva?

The chess master only glanced at it, and he knew it by heart.

He said softly: "It is reasonable to say that in the battle of the Purple Mansion, if the skills are not as good as those of others, it is right to be shattered and degraded into a useless person. So the Qingshi you hit collapsed, and now it is the soul that was beaten by His Highness Collapse is just karma."

Ye Shisan's body also trembled.

He wanted to say that he hadn't lost yet.

His spirit is still in full swing.

Even if the Great Formation of the South Sea Heavens at the bottom of his feet has been shattered, and he has no soul power to supply, there is still a little room for counterattack.

But the soul sword held high behind Yi Xiao's back, if the master hadn't held it at this moment, it would have turned into the final blow that pierced through his eyebrows and shattered his soul.

Thinking of this, Ye Shisan's eyes filled with sadness, he hesitated to speak.

"Qingshi has gathered all three souls. In today's world, even if there are people in all corners of the world who can really achieve the point of 'one person suppressing robbery', they will not be willing to be the one who adds sea eyes." The chess master said calmly: " He has the common people in his heart, he is merciful, and he was born to suppress catastrophe. Ask yourself, can you compare with him?"

Ye Shisan lowered his eyes.

Comparable?

Can't compare?

Is it not as good as stealing the heaven and earth avenue by oneself as a dao fruit?

It turned out that in the eyes of the master, even if he cultivated the Dao, he could not compare with that reincarnated Bodhisattva.

Ye Shisan coughed slightly with a low voice.

His Highness narrowed his eyes, stopped holding down the Taoist fetus, and let him slip softly from the stone wall, half leaning on his body, limp on the ground.

His Highness reached out and touched the blood spattered on his face by Ye Shisan's cough.

The golden soul blood looks a little shocking.

Ye Shisan's spirit began to become unstable.

The Chess Master looked down at his proud disciple, with no expression of pity on his face, but said softly: "I forcibly broke through and came to the Purple Mansion to save your life, so that I can teach you to keep this level, even if you fall a little bit later , and you won’t fall out of the threshold of evildoers. After today, you will enter my cave, retreat and face the wall, so that you can repent.”

Ye Shisan raised his head, eyes were blurred, looked at the hazy image of his master, and nodded with a wry smile.

Chess Master hummed lightly.

Only then did he move his eyes away from Ye Shisan, and slowly moved to Yi Xiao.

The chess master stared at the fiery soul power of the little highness, and said with emotion: "The innate soul saint, born with talent, really deserves his reputation."

His Highness didn't let go of the sword, his eyes stayed on Ye Shisan, wondering what he was thinking.

The chess master said softly: "Now you have also seen that I broke through the retreat, and regardless of the injury, I came to see all living beings as you wished."

His Highness hummed lightly.

Chess Master's tone was still gentle: "I have not been taken away, nor have I been in a situation similar to that of the Lord of Silver City in the Northland."

His Highness still just hummed.

The chess master finally frowned slowly.

His tone was no longer as gentle as before, but with a hint of confusion, he said, "Is there anything else you want to see?"

His Highness shook his head, and said calmly: "I have nothing to look at, and I have no doubts."

Chess Master narrowed his eyes slightly.

He kept holding onto Yi Xiao's Great Soul Power Sword. His fingers seemed to be picking flowers and picking leaves. He didn't use any force, but the sword energy was so sharp that his fingers and palms were pierced, and blood flowed down in lines. Being sucked into the sword body, the black and white long sword here turned scarlet, and gradually looked strange.

This is the blood of a saint.

The chess master was silent for a moment.

He finally spoke.

"This matter is a misunderstanding."

His Highness calmly listened to the hoarse voice of the true saint of the South China Sea: "Ye Shisan wanted to do something, but he used the wrong method. You have heard it before, and I have already punished him."

"And what Tao Wuyou asked you to do, you also did it."

"I have left the customs, I have not been taken away, and the filthy things in the ghost gate have nothing to do with me."

"What you should do, you did it, what you should do, you did it."

This statement is over.

The little Highness waited for a long time, but there was no follow-up, so he smiled and asked softly: "So?"

The chess master didn't know how to respond to Yi Xiao's words, so he could only remain silent again.

His Highness murmured to himself, "So you mean, all this is a misunderstanding?"

The chess master didn't answer.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, should I put down this sword?"

Ye Shisan, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, seemed to realize something when he heard these words, he raised his head in disbelief, and met Yi Xiao's burning golden pupils.

Yi Xiao carefully considered his words, lowered his eyebrows slightly at this moment, and said "slowly" after a while: "You have said so much, you probably want me to say a few words."

"Probably forget it?"

The chess master sensed that the sword energy of the sword began to shake and tremble.

The little highness, who had never turned around, turned his head slightly at this moment, half of his long hair on the sideburns was also constantly stirred by the sword energy.

Those big golden pupils, without any fear, glanced at Master Chess Master indifferently, then turned slowly, and looked at Ye Shisan again.

His Highness said calmly: "How can we just let it go?"

He grinned.

The hundred thousand wisps of sword energy forming the narrow long sword swayed and collapsed in an instant.

The candle flames in the entire cave were submerged by the sword energy all over the sky, and went out in an instant.

Then the sword energy illuminated the stone wall.

One hundred thousand wisps of sword energy are like swimming fish, boiling wantonly and staggering and splashing.

Amidst the clanging and colliding sounds, the long sword solidified again in front of His Royal Highness.

A flat long sword.

The little highness held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

Yi Xiao clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, fell to the ground with one knee, and sent the long sword into Ye Shisan's chest, and then the sword energy pierced through the inner wall of the cave, burst out wantonly, and spun.

His Highness looked indifferently at Ye Shisan's astonished pupils.

Fainted, probably so.

Yi Xiao pushed the long sword into Ye Shisan's chest inch by inch, until the hilt sank into the ground, and the entire long sword, which consisted of [-] strands of sword energy, was swallowed by the ground and disappeared.

Ye Shisan's soul was smashed by a sword.

The entire Dongfu, and even the entire Zifu, were wiped out under this sword.

His Highness knelt down on one knee, without looking at the expression of the Chess Master behind him.

His face was expressionless and his voice soft.

"One hundred thousand swords, not one sword less."

(End of this chapter)