Fu Canglu

Chapter 61

On this day, the second round of the reception came to an end, creating a world-renowned Mr. Yi.

This day is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Because in that thatched cottage in the wind garden, a rare guest came early in the morning.Great Alchemy Su held his head high and held his chest high, Shi Shiran lifted the curtain of the hut and walked into the hut where everyone was so curious.

The thatched hut is a little dark, but when you look at it with the eyes of Yuanli, there are starry sky inside. There are bright spots like stars hanging on the stars. , each with a heart-shattering thick breath.

The sword master had white eyebrows and beard, his sleeves were drawn up, and his eyes were closed.The front of the seat was empty, no one was seen, but two seats were vacant.

Lord Sword Master said softly and firmly, "Sit."

Everyone in the world said that the sword master knows the world affairs, even if there is a visitor now, he is naturally aware of it.Dansheng Su flicked his sleeves unceremoniously, and sat down on the seat opposite the sword master, but he was silent for a moment, just staring at the eyes and facial features of the sword master.

The sword master's facial features are ordinary, and he cannot be called handsome and extraordinary.It's just that his complexion is a little pale at the moment.

moment.

for a long time.

long time.

Great Alchemy Sage Su smiled, with a hint of pleasure, looking at the sword master's hair and beard as if covered with hoarfrost, his no longer innocent eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't restrain the kindness and twilight energy that overflowed, and all the sharpness of the sword master in the past was gone. fall.

It's like a piece of rotten wood that has been half buried in the ground.

Dansheng Su laughed and laughed for a full half a minute, finally stopped his smile, his face slowly recovered, and said with emotion in an extremely flat voice: "You are finally getting old."

The voice of emotion was a little sad.

This thatched hut has existed for too long, and this sword master has lived too long. The world wants to know whether this great being in the sword hut will live, grow old, get sick, or die, but they have waited for so many years.

100 years.

The dynasty rises and falls again, and the world collapses and rises again.

The sword hut was dilapidated as always, and the sword master was not born as usual.

But everyone who has entered this thatched hut and seen the real face of Lord Sword Master Lushan knows that the so-called Sword Master is just an ordinary person, no matter how powerful he is, how can he live forever?

But those people were getting old gradually, and finally couldn't resist time, and the one sitting in the thatched hut was still the same as before.

Today, Great Alchemist Su finally saw the twilight state of the sword master.

The sword master smiled, and said indifferently: "It is a human being, and he will experience life, old age, sickness and death."

The mat curtain of the thatched cottage was lifted, and a lazy voice came faintly.

"You are not human, how could you die."

Alchemy Su narrowed his eyes, watching the figure in the white lotus ink robe floating in mid-air, holding a three-foot white lotus sea in his palm, like stars rising and falling.

16 years ago, the saint of the Demon Sect died in Jiangnan Road, and the white lotus ink robe started killing in the Central Plains. She brought the blood of the Demon Sect to wash the Central Plains and wiped out a country.

There is a saying: there is a mountain of demon sects in the world.

Poison Demon Mountain.

That white lotus black robe is the Lord of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect, whose face has changed when the world hears about it.

The owner of the mountain smiled lazily: "Master Sword Master, don't come here without any harm."

The Lord Sword Master only responded with a muffled cough or two.

"Mulian City." Dansheng Su said with a complicated expression, "You have breached the contract."

The White Lotus Mopao Mountain Master actually came here wearing a small cat mask, which looked quite ridiculous, and sneered, "Break the contract?"

"I invited him here." Lord Sword Master coughed dully, his eyes were a little gloomy, and said: "I am about to die, the oath I made back then will not last long."

"Old man Su, look up carefully. This hut can't last for a few days. The wind and rain in the Central Plains are too heavy, and you still expect an idiot to carry it for another 100 years?" Mu Liancheng laughed softly, and said: "You Let’s think more about what will happen to the Central Plains after the thatched hut collapses.”

Great Dansheng Su snorted coldly and said nothing.

The two seats in front of the seat are full, and the people who are waiting have arrived.The sword master didn't stop, tapped his fingers lightly, and spoke softly.

"The gate of hell is closed, I can't suppress it anymore."

Great Alchemy Su's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously met the master's smug smile. He looked at Lord Sword Master in a daze, and then his voice trembled.

"is this real?"

The owner of the mountain continued playfully: "Of course it is true, it can't be truer. My mountain responded, and the eighteen Ksitigarbha Talismans were broken, and it can no longer be suppressed."

"Didn't that one strengthen the seal before?" Da Dansheng Su said with a bitter voice, "It stands to reason that he should be able to last until the end of this great world."

The sword master's eyebrows were as pale as frost, he said lightly, "But there are not so many reasons in the world, so what about you?"

Lord Sword Master lightly tapped his finger and pointed in front of the seat, a ray of light suddenly burst out from the void in the thatched cottage, reflecting the projection of a small world.

Mu Liancheng squinted her eyes and looked at the small world that was only the size of a city. Famous historical swords in the world were inserted obliquely all over the floor, slopes of various sizes that rose and fell like valleys of steles, and a hill at the highest point.

This illusory small world is the legendary Sword Tomb.

The highest mountain was not originally from the Sword Tomb, but it happened to be there.

That mountain was pitch black and could not see anything, devouring all light, like a black hole with no bottom to be seen, it was the Zhenmo Mountain where Mulian Town was crushed.

The sword master explained softly: "Not long ago, the spirit of that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva awakened. The eighteen Ksitigarbha talismans left behind lacked that spirit, and they were no longer in the state of being indestructible. The weathering of the talisman is slowly corroding, if the seal is fully opened, even the eight or nine immortal seals left by the Overlord of Western Chu back then will not be able to suppress this ghost gate."

"What do I need to do?" Su Dadansheng asked cautiously.

"I want to complete the seal." Lord Sword Master said lightly, "Take my 400-year Yangshou, and go to suppress the ghost gate for 14 years, until that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is born in the flesh."

A thousand. 400 years?
Rao surpassed the Ninth Grade and was always known for being well-informed and well-informed. When he heard the word 400 years of Yangshou without warning, he also trembled: "400 years?"

Although Mu Liancheng was expressionless on the surface, his heart twitched violently when he heard 400 years, and he looked back at the highest hill in the distance, and sighed in a low voice: "It's a pity that my Demon Sect has lived forever. The mountain, if it does not suffer from this catastrophe, it may have already been reincarnated as a human being."

The Lord Sword Master was silent for a moment, and said: "This Zhenmo Mountain has suppressed the Ghost Gate Gate for 16 years, and has been irrigated by the source of great darkness in the world. Given time, it is hoped that if you take that step, you will achieve an immortal body like me."

"It can't compare to the handwriting of the Great Master Feng Ting a hundred years ago." Mu Liancheng said with a nonchalant smile, "Maybe the fourteen disciples under the Master's seat are all reincarnated by the means of Tongtian?"

Su Dadansheng's breathing was a bit heavy, he felt that he had lived for so long, it was actually a bit absurd.It's not that he hasn't heard of the reincarnation of the weapon soul. The extremely evil sword in the Great Xia Qi Palace is said to be the reincarnation of the current soul of the Northern Wei Dynasty Longque princess, but now that he has learned the life experience of the sword master, unexpectedly It's the reincarnation of the sword soul, he still can't believe it.

The fourteen disciples of Grand Master Feng Ting are the reincarnations of fourteen demon swords and spirits?

No wonder there are such monsters in the world.

No wonder Lord Sword Master can live for such a long time.

No wonder there seems to be one missing of the fourteen tombs on the island in the middle of the lake.

Which one is missing?The one of Lord Sword Master.

The sword master had his hands behind his back, his face was calm, without any change in expression.

"Master's kindness to me is as great as a mountain, and brothers and sisters love me like brothers and sisters." He lingered in his brows, and said lightly: "Master is lonely all his life, so he cast fourteen swords around his knees. It's just fun to grow old. It's just that the thousand-year lifespan is too long." Master, now that Master has passed away, we will naturally follow him."

He paused when he said this, and laughed at himself: "I am the youngest, so I stayed in this thatched cottage to guard the will of the master."

"Fourteen swords, one sword's 100-year longevity, are superimposed on one person in turn. This is the legendary art of rebirth that can only be achieved by the sixth floor of Zhulianxiang." Mu Liancheng squinted his eyes, and his voice was a little hesitant , said: "That great master"

"The eight phases of heaven and man, Xiao Daoer." The sword master waved his hand casually, turned his eyes to the space of the sword mound, and said softly: "Mulian City, Zhenmo Mountain can be taken back, you need to help suppress it once."

"Look at this, it's useless for my Zhenmo Mountain to suppress it any longer." Mu Liancheng snorted coldly, and said, "You can ask me for help. Don't forget the promise you made back then, Sword Master."

"Of course I won't forget." The sword master said with a blank expression, "Su Qishi, I want you to refine an elixir, the Ksitigarbha Resurrection Pill, can you?"

Hearing that there was no room for negotiation in Master Sword Master's tone, Great Alchemy Su couldn't help wanting to bargain, frowned and said, "Materials."

"The material is available in the sword mound." The master sword master knows the character of this current alchemy sage very well, and said with a narrow smile: "Even if you run away and lose your leg, you can't find the medicine land in the sword mound, so I won't give it to you during this trip. Good thing, from now on, that piece of medicine land will be given to your disciple."

Great Alchemy Master Su mumbled, "Refining an elixir is an extremely labor-intensive task."

The sword master looked a little helpless, and said with a hand on his forehead: "A bottle of nourishing holy water, prepare it when you make alchemy."

Great Alchemist got cheap and acted like a good boy, murmured something good about nourishing holy water, then frowned tightly and sighed: "This trip is bad luck, if something happens to me, what will my poor disciple do?" ? In case something goes wrong."

The sword master couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said: "Your precious disciple has a bright future, and you are here to protect the way, so what are you afraid of? Give Jianzhong a sword, no more!"

Great Pill Sage Su shyly sighed, and sighed, "I still owe Murong a favor, I'm afraid that if I can't exchange her favor, I can only encourage that kid to come to your medicine field to steal heavenly pills."

"Give it away." Lord Sword Master waved his hand with extreme headache, "I'll ask someone to send the Butian Pill away."

Mu Liancheng stared dumbfounded at the proud and satisfied Great Pill Sage in black, after some bargaining with the sword master, he succeeded in killing a lot of money, and then thought about how he had promised too readily, and felt a pain in his heart , It is too late to regret.

The Great Pill Sage in black glanced vigorously at the White Lotus Mopao Mountain Lord, and said in a sarcasm tone: "Your cheap nephew must be playing with me, or he will die?"

Mu Liancheng also thought of the rumors about the uproar in Fengting City a few days ago, his good nephew took advantage of the fire and bluffed and beat the sap, the old guy in front of him appointed to get involved, so he blew his beard and stared at him in anger. : "You old bastard, if you dare to spoil my good nephew, I will be in a hurry with you!"

"You good nephew?" It's okay not to say, but Lao Dansheng was also anxious when he said this, and said angrily: "Sneaking is a lot of things, and I am more familiar with pickpockets than I am, maybe who taught me since I was a child! This kid Can you be the one who taught me? You are so bloody, you are so anxious to see if I dare to go to your Zhenmo Mountain?"

The face of Bailian Mopao Mountain Master is faintly blue, and there are blue veins on his forehead, but when he thinks that this old calf is so smooth as a thief, he has done a whole basket full of bad deeds that no one can match up to now, just suppressing his temper, his heart is ruthless. He angrily scolded His Royal Highness for being careless in making friends.

The first meeting of these three big men standing at the pinnacle of the world ended in such a strange and almost embarrassing atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)