I have a passive skill Chapter 6: Wealth, honor and happiness are worthy of being a scholar, and the battle between swordsmen and immortals spreads throughout the world
Chapter 6: Wealth, honor and happiness are worthy of being a scholar, and the battle between swordsmen and immortals spreads throughout the world
The spiritual refiner in Yujing City saw a ray of light in despair.
But when they saw that the dawn was a little girl, their eyes dimmed again.
"What? Why didn't the half-saint go out to fight and instead asked a little girl to come up?"
"Has the master of Xuanji Palace been brutally killed? Did he send out troops and generals to do this?"
Naturally, some people quickly recognized Beibei’s identity:
"Brother, that's the Seven Swords Fairy, the Taoist Master in white. Her name is Beibei!"
"Beibei? Sword Immortal? Then let me ask you, is Xu Xiaoshou a Sword Immortal?"
"Uh, yes..."
"Xu Xiaoshou is also a spiritual refiner, mastering the mysteries of life, Beibei? Sword Immortal?"
"Well……"
"Xu Xiaoshou is also a Tianji Warlock. He can control the Xuanji Formation and instantly kill the master of the Xuanji Palace. Beibei? Sword Immortal?"
"..."
"Xu Xiaoshou is still..."
"That's enough, how can you increase the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige!"
"Brother, you can't deceive yourself or others and be blindly arrogant. He is Xu Xiaoshou, Master Shou!"
"...That's true."
The dawn of Jade Capital City was not ushered in after all.
Everyone seemed to know the outcome in advance. The majestic Northern Sword Immortal was like a small soldier who was brought up before the battle and used as cannon fodder!
Such a desperate situation can be seen clearly when one is high in the sky.
Although Beibei has a good nature, he is also feeling resentful at the mournful atmosphere in Yujing City.
Failure is not terrible.
The Taoist Palace Master also admitted that he was defeated in the battle on Void Island!
But after working hard, he was still able to lay out the secret realm of the Four Symbols, cleverly borrowed the power of the Holy Emperor, and drove the pigs into the pen step by step, and finally almost caught the arrogant Xu Xiaoshou on Qingyuan Mountain.
If it weren't for Xuan...
Oh, forget it.
Just don’t mention it.
What's terrible is that my spirit has been shattered!
Isn't the current situation in Yujing City a sign that everyone cannot see the future and that all their hearts have been defeated by Xu Xiaoshou's sword?
United as one!
What's the matter with being so decadent?
Beibei held the Emperor's Sword obliquely, his clothes fluttering, and he stared at Xu Xiaoshou. His momentum was building up little by little, and finally he opened his red lips:
"I am..."
"You are the Taoist Lord in White and the Immortal of the Seven Swords. Why are you not qualified to challenge me?" Xu Xiaoshou interrupted with a flick of his sleeves and spoke for the other party.
Ah! Damn it...
Beibei's momentum faltered. It was already uncomfortable enough to be robbed of his words. But when his lips moved again, he heard that Xu Xiaoshou said again:
"Listen! You even used the word 'qualification' in front of me."
"It doesn't matter whether we fight or not. From this beginning, you have placed your position below mine. How can you defeat me?"
Bei Bei nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and scolded: "You are talking to yourself! What you mean by 'qualification' or not is all your own words. I never said it!"
"Okay, let's ignore the 'qualifications' first and discuss other things..." Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Emperor Sword in the distance, grabbed his hand in the void, took four swords, and said loudly:
"You have the Emperor Sword, and I have the Ferocious Sword. They are both the five great artifacts of Chaos."
"You are the Seven Swords Immortal, and I am also the Seven Swords Immortal. Well, let's just say your ranking is still ahead of mine."
"But apart from these, you have the breeze on your sleeves and a barren body. To me, the fierce sword and the swordsman are all extra names..."
After a pause, Xu Xiaoshou's pupils stood up, and his voice was like thunder, and he shouted:
"My personality is above yours!"
"What are you going to do to win me over? Are you going to use your passion and self-impression?"
Beibei gasped and two streams of air came out of his nostrils, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he just opened his mouth...
Xu Xiaoshou interrupted in a cold voice at the right time: "Even if I give you a hand, you can't beat me."
"Xu Xiaoshou!" Beibei shouted with his eyes closed, his little face wrinkled.
"exist."
“Can you let someone say a word?!”
"Okay, you say."
There was sudden silence everywhere.
Everyone's eyes fell on the furious Beibei, including those in Yujing City...it could be said that everyone was paying attention.
Eh?
Beibei's brain suddenly short-circuited.
explain?
Yeah, say something?
What did I just want to say?
——The words that were prepared to set off the appearance, show off the power of the sword, and reverse the decline of Yujing City, were all forgotten after this interruption!
After one breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Beibei finally remembered something, but Xu Xiaoshou couldn't wait any longer and frowned:
"I asked you to talk, but why didn't you say it again? Is it because you are born not to talk?"
"That being the case, why are you so brazen and asking me to give you time to speak?"
"I thought you had such eloquent opinions that you would never stop talking without surprising me, or that you were going to be like that Eighth Sword Immortal and recite a song before going into battle..."
"Ah, shut up!" Beibei almost spit out a mouthful of blood, swung his sword and interrupted the spell.
She didn't dare to delay any longer, so she chose to get straight to the point and took out the bronze letter of challenge from her arms.
"I came here this time because..."
"That's right!" High in the air, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly slapped his thigh, completely ignoring the other party's intentions, turned to look at Mr. Siren and said:
"Beibei, you are a junior."
"Mr. Siren is right here. You haven't even performed the birthday ceremony yet, and yet you come up here and embarrass yourself. How dare you ignore me?"
"Oh, now that you've become the new Seven Swordsmen, you won't pay attention to any of the old Seven Swordsmen, right? You're such a bad boy!"
Beibei grabbed the letter of challenge, his pupils suddenly lost focus, and he couldn't say anything for a long time, as if his language function was disordered.
Her mood at the moment was like that of a cow eating grass and eating the toughest part of the root. Just as she was about to tear it off and swallow it, she found that it was covered in another piece of dog shit!
I couldn't move my mouth when I thought about it, so I wanted to turn around and leave. But I also felt that I had already eaten half of it, so I couldn't bear to taste it for a long time, so I was quite unwilling to leave just like that.
But that stinky shit is stuck in front of your mouth, and you're in a dilemma, which can make you go crazy with manic depression!
"ah--"
Beibei really wanted to shout in front of everyone and vent his panicked emotions.
no!
She is the ruler in white clothes, so she needs to be careful.
If Xu Xiaoshou was given a few words to push her to an emotional breakdown, even her predecessor, Wuyue Sword Immortal, would be disgraced if word spread!
Bei Bei looked at the Meisi people with dull eyes. Like the string puppet, he clasped his fists respectfully and stiffly performed an ancient sword salute:
"Beibei, I have met Mr. Si Ren..."
Everyone in Meisi felt distressed on their faces.
Just from Xu Xiaoshou's perspective, listening to him blocking other people's words, one can imagine how uncomfortable this little girl Beibei must be.
Regardless of their stance, Meisi people also attach great importance to every descendant of the ancient sword cultivator.
What's more, he is a very empathic person, so he can better understand Beibei's embarrassment.
"Hold it tight!"
Mei Siren glared at Xu Xiaoshou with a slightly harsh look, then looked back at the little girl and said helplessly: "We have different positions, so there is no need to be polite. You can talk about yourselves."
Only then did Beibei turn his head slowly and look back at Xu Xiaoshou, "Are you satisfied?"
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dumb little girl and suddenly became interested. He raised his voice and said:
"Oh? Are you doing the sword salute just to deal with me?"
"What does this have to do with me? Don't you want to pay your respects to Mr. Siren?"
"Me!" Beibei felt depressed. At this moment, his eyes looked like they could kill someone. He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course!"
"What?" Xu Xiaoshou held his face again and said in surprise:
"You really want to pay respects to me, Mr. Siren, from the bottom of your heart? He has already said that he is hostile!"
"Beibei, you are the white-robed ruler of the Holy Temple. In broad daylight, you don't even have to pretend, yet you dare to collude with me, the teacher who is the leader of the dark forces. You deserve to be punished!"
Xu Xiaoshou looked around.
Mainly he glanced at the saints in the Holy Temple, and finally pointed at the little girl Beibei very impolitely and said "sentence":
"If I were Dao Xuanji, she would at least have to break two arms, both arms!"
It's quiet everywhere.
Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.
Xu Xiaoshou never only kills people, he also wants to kill people's hearts.
His last sentence was even more insinuations for countless people in the Holy Temple!
Mr. Zhong, Fang Wenxin, turned pale.
The people in Yujing City below looked at the trembling and crumbling Beibei, feeling their hearts trembling, and began to whisper:
"Master Shou's mouth..."
"Anyway, if I were Beibei, I would die without a fight now."
"No? Brothers, why can't I understand? Why did Bei Jianxian suddenly stop talking? What are you talking about?"
"Ah, don't you understand this... With your kid's IQ, you can't even keep up with the hot shit!"
Li Fugui was mingling among the crowd. He almost clapped his hands and screamed. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and pinched his fingers to explain the numbers one by one to everyone around him:
"Listen up! What Master Shou means by 'breaking two arms' is..."
"The Judgment Department's punishments are excessive, the Taoist Palace Master sits on the sidelines, the ten-member council does nothing, the Xuanji Palace Master is tyrannical and ignorant, and loves to talk nonsense, and Wuyue Sword Immortal has both merit and hard work.
The dismal ending of being beaten down in the end!"
"If you think about it further..."
"Wuyue Sword Immortal took down the Holy Slave's second-in-command, Wu Xiu, but had one of his arms cut off; Rao Yaoyao died for the Holy Temple, and even after his death, he was criticized at the inauguration ceremony of the Master of Xuanji Hall.
"We won't talk about the first seat of the six divisions, let's just look at the Dao Palace Master..."
"Didn't the Dao Palace Master, who had worked diligently for more than thirty years, have his arms broken in the end? The foundation of the Holy Mountain was taken away, and the position of Palace Master was robbed - they were all stabbed in the back!"
"What does shouye mean?"
"What Mr. Shou means is that you can learn from the past and learn from others - if you don't see the Holy Temple, now the three saints are scrupulous about taking action and dare not fight to the death. You, the Northern Sword Immortal, are the only one who has great ability? Strong cultivation? Deep realm? Brain.
The most brilliant one, dare to draw the sword against our master?"
"fart!"
"Even if she, Bei Jianxian, finally defeats Master Shou for the first time, what is waiting for her? Is it a reward? Is it a carry?"
Li Fugui's face turned red as he spoke, his saliva flew everywhere, he flicked his sleeves and robe, and said impassionedly:
"No! It's two broken arms!"
"Even Mr. Ye Bansheng, Mr. Si Ren, can't take it down. Let's take a Shouye who is in the Throne Realm. It's easy to break both arms. It's possible for her to have her head cut off!"
This profound insight shocked everyone around and made them feel numb.
"Brother, what's your surname? You are... too strong! You are so understanding! I'm willing to give you the upper hand, little brother."
"Wow, if I had a brain like yours and an understanding like yours, why would I worry that Grandmaster can't understand the Tao and break through the 'Yin and Yang Realm'?"
A crowd of people gathered around, almost lifting those among them to the altar. Li Fugui smiled and stroked his fake beard:
"My surname is Zhu."
He also said meaningfully:
"The Tao can be broken, but the human relationship cannot be broken; the body can be killed, but the reputation cannot be killed...it depends on how the North Sword Immortal chooses."
"Master Shou has a saying that is very good. All the old people here have learned it, but Bei Jianxian is still too young to understand it."
"What are you talking about?" Everyone's appetites were whetted.
Li Fugui chuckled lightly, looked into the void, showing his temperament like a magic stick, and said rather sadly: "It's rare to be confused."
Hard to be confused?
At this time, everyone frowned and lowered their heads, each chewing something, and if they had some enlightenment, they said, "Brother, your words are... amazing!"
"It's not me who's great, it's Master Shou who's great."
Li Fugui laughed and said: "There are sword cultivators in the Eastern Region who study the Eight Masters' "One Sword, One Song". I am not a scholar. I have been a scholar of Shou for a year and a half, specializing in studying Master Shou's remarks. You guys follow
It’s not at my pace, it’s normal.”
At this moment, a holy sound exploded from the sky, coming from Fang Wenxin, with a murderous aura:
"Who is talking nonsense down there?!"
With a snap, the shoe flew up in everyone's faces, and Li Fugui disappeared out of sight.
…
Don't say it yet.
Just a joke.
When the whispers in Yujing City died down, Beibei was affected.
Although the understanding of that "student" is exaggerated, the insights are undoubtedly unique and to the point!
Beibei touched the letter of invitation in his hand, hesitating...
Let’s not talk about victory.
If defeated, Xu Xiaoshou's words sound like child's play. Can he really save his own hands?
Behind and to the side, Lian Xier looked at this scene with disdain.
During Mu Zixi's period, she had seen Xu Xiaoshou kill people invisible with verbal and sword skills so many times, so it was difficult for her to feel disturbed again.
But when even the white-robed Taoist Master was drunk, he still felt in a trance.
Bei Bei is indeed not well-known. Only when the new list of Seven Sword Immortals came out, some of her achievements were spread...
But there is no doubt that she is strong.
The Seven Swordsmen's first ranking list will not be random, and no matter how stupid the Holy Temple is, it will not randomly arrange people to be promoted.
Just look at the last white-clad ruler and you will know that Beibei is on par with Gou Wuyue's combat power when he first took office.
But facing Xu Xiaoshou, she really looked like a child!
On the other hand, Xu Xiaoshou...
After this guy finished speaking, boundless ghostly aura erupted from his feet.
He once again sat astride the Ghost Throne, full of arrogance, looking around at the people around him, especially after he burst into tears, and chuckled:
"I am invincible among my peers!"
"I'll give you another chance, and it's also a piece of advice."
"If you retreat now, you can still keep your position as the Taoist Master in White, and you can also keep the face of the Seven Swords Immortal. Think twice!"
When he said this, he tightened his sword in tears and wanted to give it a try.
But he still knew the occasion clearly.
Afterwards, he can challenge Xu Xiaoshou. In front of Yujing City and the Holy Temple, the Holy Slave is a family.
When Beibei heard the sound, he became quiet.
She looked back and saw that Gu Yu and Liu Fuyu were behind, looking at her from a distance.
No one spoke, no one laughed.
But maybe, no one thinks they can win, right?
The city of Yujing was in an uproar. Under the attention of everyone, Beibei smiled, threw the letter of invitation forward, held the sword in a very formal manner and performed the ancient ceremony, and said loudly:
"This battle is known to all the world and is known to all the five regions. The Feng Family of the Southern Region will supervise the battle. We sincerely invite ancient sword cultivators from the mainland to come to the Central Region to observe the ceremony."
"The location is Jade Capital City, and the time is set in three days."
After a pause, Beibei's eyes were deliberately more provocative, and he glanced at the young man in black opposite: