Chapter 1260: Old Taoist, the water ghost is going to become an immortal!
Heavy snow, cold wind, one old man and two young men.
"Young man, although you have a mortal body, your spirit is amazing. You are a good young man who can practice ancient swordsmanship. Do you have any ideas about practicing swordsmanship?"
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is, are you eager to learn the sword?"
"You want to accept me as your disciple?"
"right."
"I have the idea of learning swordsmanship, but I don't want to be your teacher, and I won't be my teacher to anyone else."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Does it have to be a master to learn swordsmanship? If everyone wants to be a master, then who is the ancestral master of the master?"
"Um... Tao?"
"Let's call it Tao! Since the first person to lift a sword can learn from Tao, why can't I be him? Or are you more powerful than Tao?"
"You! You are such a powerful kid. Who taught you the truth? Who is your teacher?" "Say...Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it. Can I learn it by myself without a teacher? My swordsmanship, I can do it on my own.
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"you……"
"I read poetry and books, and have seen all over the world. The same is true for swordsmanship, and the same is true for all kinds of magic... You don't need to persuade me anymore. If you want to accept a disciple, just ask him. He is also very good."
"Well... wow, young man, you are not only extraordinary in spirit, but also have an amazing swordsmanship. Do you have any thoughts on learning to sword?"
"Haha, you are the second person to notice me again. I'm really fed up with this kind of life, old gentleman, you look like a liar."
"No, I'm not..."
"Are you from Meiji?"
"you know?"
"Same, my kendo, I can do it by myself."
After a flash of thought, Mei Jiren came out of the memory of meeting Bazun Shu and Wen Ting that day under the wind and snow, and burst into laughter.
When he looked at Situ Yongren now, it was as if he saw himself back then.
In the same way, I was crushed from a mental level, and with just a few words, I was severely beaten.
But there is another essential difference from Situ Yongren...
At that time, Mei Jiren certainly felt that Xiaoba and Xiaowen were high-spirited and might be able to achieve success in the future.
But more people still think that they are "arrogant", "frivolous" and have a hard time getting there. Situ Yong is different.
From the perspective of a latecomer, he has seen the outstanding achievements of the Eight Masters. Therefore, perhaps there should be a new interpretation of his so-called "arrogance" and "frivolousness"... maybe it is confidence, maybe it is something else.
But no matter what, the Eight Masters just lived normally and crushed other geniuses. Mei Ji knew what this blow felt like.
He looked at the young man in front of him who was disheartened and seemed to have lost his goal. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and touched the Eight Masters with a paper fan.
"Let's put it another way."
The eight masters turned their heads, with confusion in their eyes.
In his world, it is impossible to stand up and understand why, and there is also the behavior of "explaining it another way".
Young people are not naturally talented. If they can't even withstand this blow, what chance will they have of a chicken turning into a phoenix?
Mei Siren rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh.
As a teacher, the worst thing to do is to see this kind of behavior that attacks the younger generation.
But it was not until later that he understood that Ba Zun was familiar with the thinking of such monsters. Now it seems that there is really no way to make people change their minds.
After thinking for a while, Ba Zun was speechless. He could say:
"Situ Yongren, right?"
"Actually, if you think about it from another angle, you can feel relieved."
"Ba Zunzun will not take action against you, just as he does not want your master to take action against Xu Xiaoshou so early. This is an invisible rule of the game."
Ba Zunzhen twitched the corners of his lips and almost said "heh", but he held it back.
Does this statement really make the young man feel better?
In this life, he only practiced swordsmanship and was too lazy to explain many things.
Whether the world distorts or misunderstands
Whether it is or not, Bazun Shu doesn't care.
Unless those people can walk in front of him and confront him face to face, he may not say more. But there are too many people left behind!
The distance between these people will only be further and further stretched, and even backstabbing is difficult, so how can they get to the front? Obviously, Mei Jiren's words, as the eight masters expected, did not make Situ Yongren feel much better.
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I, who am at the same level as Xu Xiaoshou, should I compete with him?
Am I worthy?
I thought that Xu Xiaoshou could make waves in the holy war and possess countless rays of light. As soon as he entered the scene, even the shell of the semi-saint was cut off, and he almost lost his life.
Situ Yongren felt depressed for a while.
"Let's go." Ba Zunxun stepped up and was about to leave. He didn't have time to waste with a passerby. "Wait... Well, you take a step first, and I will follow after you." Mei Jiren wanted to stop for a while.
, considering that Ba Zunzhen can't fly, it doesn't hurt to let him take a few steps first.
"As soon as possible." The Eight Masters left without even looking back, without even asking why, as if the people around him were nothing.
Watching the proud figure like a red plum in winter leave, Mei Jiren looked away and looked at the lost Situ Yongren.
"Child, don't underestimate yourself, you are already great!"
Am I great?
I can't hold a sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand, but Xu Xiaoshou is younger than me, but he can already fight against Sword Master Rao, Mr. Yan...
Not only was Situ Yongren not happy, his face became even more defeated.
Mei Jiren sighed, looking at Situ Yongren's figure, as if she saw herself when she was young, and sighed for a long time:
"My child, is Wen Ting weak, is Gou Wuyue weak?"
"No, they are not weak, it's just that the people in the world compare them with the Eight Masters, so they appear to be eclipsed."
Mei Jiren's eyes became complicated, and as he spoke, it was more like he was enlightening his past self: "In the same way, you are not weak, or in other words, you are already very strong among your peers." "Let me ask Zai Sheng.
In God’s Continent, who dares to easily participate in the Holy War?”
"There are so many Zhandao coming to Void Island, Taixu, do they dare to come on stage?"
"They don't dare! But at least, you tried it once."
"You are not weak, but this time the person standing opposite you is Xu Xiaoshou, the Eight Masters of this era..."
Mei Jiren paused for a moment, her eyes slightly absent-minded:
"There are always some people who are ahead of their time."
Is this comfort?
Situ Yongren finally raised his head, but his face turned paler, thinking it would be better not to say anything. But he could hear Mei Siren's kindness.
Situ Yongren had always heard of the title "Mr. Jiren" in the past, but he never paid attention to it. In the Sin Palace, they had even been enemies of each other.
But now, instead of killing himself, this gentleman is actually able to put aside his differences and start persuading...
No matter what, Situ Yong felt a little warm in his heart.
He finally understood why, even if his stance was different, Swordsman Rao was unwilling to take action against the old gentleman in the end, but chose to let him go directly, and then bear the consequences alone.
If Sword Master Fan had struck Mei Ji with a sword at that time, even if it was just for show, she might not be punished later.
However, there are always some people who are so sincere that even pretentious hostility feels like blasphemy.
Unlike the Eight Masters!
Situ Yongren glared at someone far away fiercely.
"Mr. Mito..."
He opened his mouth, saw the look of nostalgia on the old sword master's face, and asked, "Have you ever had similar troubles?"
"certainly."
Mei Jiren faced the rain, raised her eyes to the sky, looked at the few glimmers of light on the dark sky, and laughed out loud:
"I understand you because I was once you, the light chaser." "In Lao Chan's time, that light was called Yutu."
"Click!"
Under the heavy rain, outside the ruins of the Palace of Sin, on the outskirts of the kingdom of giants.
cut together
At the end of the chasm of the earth, which is filled with gray-black rainwater, there is a sudden fluctuation in the sky, and a figure is outlined.
This is a middle-aged man, wearing a white robe like an immortal, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, a green robe inside, embroidered with clouds, a jade crown on his head, gold beads on his waist, and a hand holding Si Nan, pulling a Tao machine.
His appearance is extremely upright, like Cheng Taiyu in heaven, plump and square, and his eyebrows are as deep as the stars.
The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners. When he looks around, he looks like a saint with his eyes lowered, full of pity for the world.
"Oh, I didn't expect that one day, I would be reduced to moving rocks on this desolate land of Void Island. What does this mean?"
"The feeling of losing chess, even though I had expected it, is still uncomfortable..."
Dao Qiongcang bent down, placed the Zhenxu Monument back in its original position, and washed his hands in the rainwater of the plowed ravine after Xu Xiaoshou's punch knocked him away.
Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.
The heavy rain fell in sudden bursts.
But it penetrated through him, as if he didn't belong to this world, just like the invisible heaven.
"Senior veteran, I have collected all the combat data!"
On the shoulder of Dao Qiongcang, Tianji Daoze suddenly outlined, and a Tianji elf that was only the size of a normal human head jumped out.
Although the Tianji Elf is small, it has all five internal organs.
Its limbs are short and fleshy, with two pairs of translucent blue wings on its back, its ears are pointed and long, its eyes are as big as emeralds, its cheeks are pink, small and cute. "Old Taoist, don't be sad.
La!"
"This is not your fault. If you want to blame it, just blame Old Man Yan and Brother No. 2 for not being able to be reused and falling into the enemy's trap. Hmph!"
The Tianji Elf's voice was crisp and clear, and the aggrieved Baba grabbed Dao Qiongang's ears to comfort him.
"Xiaoqi, I'm not sad, I just feel a little pity..."
"Old Taoist, why do you feel pity?"
"After all, Mr. Yan was sent here by me. It can be said that I helped him get to where he is today..."
"Old Taoist, you are overthinking this. He underestimates his enemy and brings it upon himself!" "It's different..."
Dao Qiongcang shook his head, pulled away the Qihao that made his ears red, and threw it into the distance angrily.
"Ouch!"
The Tianji Elf stumbled several times in the air before he stabilized his small body. He put his hands on his waist and said angrily: "Old Master, I advise you not to abandon me, otherwise I will run away from home!" "Hurry up." Said Qiongtian
Looking at it funny.
"If this baby leaves, there will be no one to help you analyze the battle situation, and you will have to use your own brain!" Tianji Elf threatened in a milky voice.
"You left, I still have eight numbers, nine numbers, ten numbers and many very good numbers..."
"Damn it, you're going to make me angry to death!"
Tianji Elf No. 7 stamped his feet into the air fiercely, and decided to forget the 925th failed duel and fight another day.
"Old Taoist, you just said that you 'made it happen with one hand,' then you are also the Holy Slave's trump card?" The Tianji Elf rolled his big eyes and cunningly launched the 926th attack. It would be better to hit the sun than to choose another day.
"Whatever you say, that's what it looks like, and people will say that in the future. I've already thought about my apology."
"Well……"
The Tianji Elf did not expect that the old Taoist actually agreed. He was speechless for a moment and asked suspiciously: "Why?"
"When Mr. Yan took over the mission and set out, there was no need to calculate. Seeing his indifferent expression of contempt for Bazun, I could already guess his ending."
"Ah? Then why didn't you remind me?"
"Is the reminder useful? The stability of the Holy Temple for so many years has already made some people forget the pain they have experienced... The reminder alone is useless. There must be external stimulation to cause them pain before they will change from comfort.
Wake up."
"You are not prepared? This is not your character!"
"Yes, I have sent Number Two here, but think about it, even Number Two has learned to despise the enemy. If the root of this problem is not discovered in time, the Holy Spirit
How big is the crisis behind the palace?" "Well, well, well..."
The Tianji Elf covered his head and closed his eyes tightly, hovering in the air for several weeks until he became a little dizzy and could not deduce the result.
It stuck out its tongue and said distressedly: "Xiao Qi is so useless, Xiao Qi can't think!" "You're not Number Two..." Dao Qiongcang smiled and took it over and put its head up. He
I had already guessed that I would lose this game!
Under his rule, the Holy Temple has developed smoothly over the years, making some people forget the pain of the previous temple master being beheaded by the Seven Swordsman.
There is certainly an element of subjective non-reflection in this.
But for other things, it was fine. He said that the sky could solve those troubles.
I don’t know enough about the Eight Deities!
In the battle of the ten thrones, Dao Qiongcang experienced the power of the eight masters more than once. This is an opponent worthy of attention.
But looking back on the past...
After the battle in the Eight Palaces, even though Sang Qiye was captured, Gou Wuyue was still punished. - Under the witness of his world, he had his arm cut off and was imprisoned in the Holy Mountain Prison.
If you treat an outsider like this, why don't you give them chills?
However, Dao Qiongcang couldn't say anything. The Holy Temple is not his own Holy Temple. As a brain, he is sorting out all the connections in the continent, but it is only a brain and does not have complete limbs.
The meeting hall is not his place. He can cut off the thoughts of some pedants with just one sentence.
Therefore, things that cannot be solved by internal forces have to be left to external forces.
The White Cave and the Eight Palaces are just the beginning, and Void Island is the hometown and main battlefield of the Eight Lords.
Regarding this battle, Dao Qiongcang has explained a lot and warned a lot, but no one paid attention.
He even sent out number two.
But everything else can only be left to Yan Wuse to take charge of.
He would not ask for any benefit or responsibility if the killing was successful or failed.
His approach is to eliminate certain arrogant elements in this losing situation, so that other unusable people can grow and evolve into usable people.
In addition, it would be best if we could use this to alert the Holy Temple.
These two points are the greatest benefits that he, Dao Qiongtian, can think of and can obtain in the face of defeat.
Now it seems that sitting back and doing nothing is no longer feasible.
He Dao Qiongtian had to take over the responsibility for the entire collapse of Void Island. I thought that Yan Wuse was just arrogant and not brainless, so he could be allowed to take charge...
But this guy actually underestimated the enemy and rushed directly into their layout. Not only did he destroy everything, but he also destroyed himself.
Those are the Eight Masters!
"It's useless to talk about it, and you can't control it. Some people just have to touch a nail to know the pain of bleeding."
"That's how painful it is..."
Dao Qiongcang let out a long sigh, this was his most regrettable point.
It hurts so much!
It hurt so much that he couldn't even breathe!
As soon as they caught the flaw, Ba Zun refused to let go and climbed up the pole. Not only did he want to kill Yan Wanse, but he also wanted to eat Rao Yaoyao.
This made him no longer able to turn a blind eye.
"Extremely experienced..."
Under the heavy rain, Xiao Qi, the Tianji Elf, swept away the black rain in front of her eyes, which could not touch its small body. She pointed her chubby fingers to the horizon, a little panicked:
"Fairy Rao's semi-saint status will also be deprived of her!"
"The water ghost is too yin, and if he doesn't scream, he will be a blockbuster. This wave will directly take three semi-saints. He is going to become an immortal!"