It had to be the name Fu Zhixin casually mentioned during the fight with Gou Wuyue in the Eight Palaces, right?
"Well……"
The corner of Xu Xiaoshou's mouth twitched, and he could hardly stop laughing.
He was somewhat moved by the visions in Fengdu such as Huangquan Road and Bi'an Bridge.
After all, no matter who performed the ghost sword technique before, there was no such big movement.
What's more, the person who walked off the bridge was just an insignificant will, and he hadn't even drawn his sword yet.
He calmed down his mind and was not affected by the pressure of the Holy Emperor, and said calmly:
"Hua Chang Deng?"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
There were millions of spectators in Jinxing. After a moment of dead silence, the comments were completely overwhelming:
"Ghost Sword Fairy, Hua Chang Deng?!"
"Among the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation, was he the only one who defeated the Eight Masters?"
"No, brother, you can't say that... Everyone said there was something fishy about the battle between the Eighth Sword Immortal and Hua Changdeng. How could you be so arbitrary and say that the Eighth Sword Immortal lost?"
"Everyone said that? Who said that?"
"That's right! No matter the process, only the result. If you lose, you lose. Don't bark, dogs in the East!"
"Where the hell are you? Do you dare to reveal your position? I will go and challenge you now!"
"Stop arguing, matchmaker, please come closer. This person can't see clearly. Is Mr. Shou bluffing us?"
"..."
In the painting of Jinxing, the figure walking from the bridge on the other side is certainly a bit more solid, but all that can be seen is that he is holding a lamp in his hand and a sword at his waist.
If you look closely at his face, you will see it is blurry.
"I……"
How can the matchmaker dare to get close? It's simply a disaster.
She is lying on the ground at the moment. If the scene of Jin Xing is reversed, the Five Realms may know how embarrassed she is.
However, the embarrassment returned to embarrassment, and the master said "Hua Chang Deng", and the number of spectators on her golden apricot scene skyrocketed.
Just a few minutes later, the number of people has exceeded the three million mark!
"What should I do?"
"What can we do!"
The matchmaker is in a dilemma.
On the one hand, she wants to live. Who doesn’t want to live in this world?
The best choice at the moment is definitely to crush the jade talisman while they are not paying attention to you, and escape from this place. No more preaching!
On the other hand, if you don't seize this God-given opportunity.
When you dream back at midnight for the rest of your life, why don’t you beat your chest and stamp your feet again and again?
Bear with it!
You must hold back!
Just treat yourself as a corpse, lie down on the ground, say nothing, and let everyone see it by themselves... The matchmaker gritted her teeth and chose to lie down.
"What is Shouye? What is Huachang Deng?"
"I came here because of my reputation. I heard that there is a Master Shou here that you can see?"
"Zui Zhongjun has arrived. The rest of the crowd are waiting to get out of the way quickly. Call the matchmaker, right? Zhongzui Emperor is here to give you a chance!"
"The drunken king has arrived!"
"...arrived!"
Soon, a series of very recognizable comments appeared on her forehead, and the matchmaker knew it was someone from Feng Zhongzui's side.
Then you can't leave anymore.
This is incredible wealth.
There is only one wave, and as long as you survive, you can definitely push yourself to the position of supreme evangelist!
The matchmaker trembled. In the face of danger and opportunity, she chose to seek wealth and wealth through danger, firmly keeping the golden apricot screen locked in front of her.
In the picture, Hua Changdeng was still blurry, but he could see that he was looking at Master Shou's face carefully, and sighed happily for a long time:
"Changed..."
"In the Eighth Palace, you are still young, with a square face and beard, and you are showing off your talents for the first time, but you have not yet taken advantage of the wind and clouds, and you do not have such magnanimity."
"What I see now is that you have become a mature person. You can look at the stormy waves without changing your appearance, and you can still feel the moist pearls everywhere...I heard that you have won the title of 'The First Sword Immortal'?"
Have Hua Changdeng met Mr. Meng?
Jinxing spectators felt that this was going to be a promising future.
Could it be that six months ago, I was drunk and squatted in the wind for so long that I couldn't watch the battle between the Supreme Sword Immortal? Today, after a chance encounter with the matchmaker, can I really tell the truth about Master Shou's battle with Hua Changdeng?
"hiss……"
Xu Xiaoshou never thought that Hua Changdeng could speak so nicely, and he choked back all the filthy words in his mouth.
Give him a peach and repay him with a plum?
That's not possible. It would be better if you don't spray it. Xu Xiao, who was rarely able to act like a civilized person, said calmly:
"Today is different from the past."
Hua Changdeng seemed to be laughing, and the laughter was very light.
After laughing, he turned his eyes, scanned the surrounding area, and finally raised the lamp slightly.
"laugh……"
In the land covered by ghosts, thousands of ghosts howled together, turning into green smoke and floating in the sky.
Finally, they all merged into the wick fire of the old copper lamp in Hua Changdeng’s hand.
Everything is quiet.
After the ghost hunting was over, Hua Changdeng remained silent, leaving people wondering what his intention was when he appeared this time - was it really just to kill the ghosts around him?
"Lao Deng!"
Xu Xiaoshou was too lazy to mediate with him, so he took the lead and said: "The Eight Masters said that you are a righteous man. I believe it for now. Since it's the right time, I want to ask you something."
Old Deng... This was the first time Hua Changdeng heard someone call him that. He laughed and didn't mind:
"It's quite a clean place for you and me, but there's no harm in talking."
The matchmaker's face turned pale.
What do you mean, I'm not a human being?
In other words, I will soon cease to be human?
The old man Li, Li Fugui, who drove the carriage away from danger early, was not so internally conflicted.
First of all, he is not within the scope of "here".
Secondly, if there is any danger, Shou Ye will protect himself.
"Ha ha……"
Xu Xiaoshou laughed out loud, and the corner of his eye glanced at the matchmaker, or rather the golden apricot in her hand.
I asked you to study only ghost swordsmanship for thirty years!
It's okay now, it can't keep up with the development of the human world.
What does "here are you and me" mean? This is my first public appearance in half a year. Isn't it better to start with one million spectators?
He has never been a person who beats around the bush, especially against the ancient sword cultivator who is most likely to be straightforward.
He pointed around and asked sharply:
"Over the past six months, there have been repeated abnormalities in the world of ghosts and Buddhas. The transformation of ghosts has gradually become more serious, and ghosts and resentful ghosts have sprung up, making it impossible to live in the middle region for a long time. It is not enough to describe that it is difficult for the people to make a living, and it is not even possible for spiritual refiners to make a living."
"I just want to ask you, is this change happening because of you?"
When Hua Changdeng heard this, he could only lower his head and sigh: "Yes, not quite."
"Don't play riddles!"
Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand, too lazy to guess, "If you can, just say it. If you can't, get out. Those who don't know think you are talking about the sky."
Hua Changdeng choked: "The power of the god of death caused trouble, Fengdu moved to the present world, the Holy Emperor wanted to take action on the mainland, and natural disasters occurred one after another."
This is to the point.
Previously, the Wanze Saint Emperor pursued Ye Xiaotian, causing the space in all five regions to shatter.
If the ancient war altar had not been opened and Xu Xiaoshou had fought against the common people, the five realms would have fallen apart.
And what Hua Changdeng meant by this...
Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes:
"You have to take action?"
"There is a grudge that fuses the ladder to heaven, blocking the upper and lower worlds. Are you the one who likes to be the one who stands out and wants to be attacked?"
How could Hua Changdeng not hear the sarcasm in these words?
It seems that those who are complaining are only those up and down the ladder, but in fact there is also the interference of the ancestor gods in the five regions of the mainland.
But some things cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
He shook his head slowly and did not answer.
"Wilted?"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't know what Lao Deng was thinking. Seeing that he was silent, he changed the question:
"Yu Lao went up the ladder to heaven half a year ago. You came from the ladder to heaven. Do you know anything about him?"
Hua Changdeng raised his head and looked at it.
Outsiders could not see his face, Xu Xiaoshou's gaze was like a torch.
This man looks very young and not confused. He has a slender face and eyebrows longer than his eyes. Although his eyelids are slightly drooped and there is a hint of cold light, he looks like he is dying but actually he has a sharp edge. He is a dangerous person!
Hua Changdeng paused for a moment without saying anything clearly, he just said:
"You are a smart man."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Xiaoshou had a bad premonition in his heart.
In fact, he didn't want to ask this question, and even for half a year, he deliberately avoided thinking about the answer to this question.
But this question was not for himself, but Xiaoyu had been worried about it for a long time. He immediately clasped his fists and said solemnly:
"I'm a fool. I don't know. Please ask the Ghost Sword Fairy to tell me."
…
Nan Ming.
Yu Zhiwen was dressed in black and stood quietly on the rocks of the isolated island.
The waves were rolling, the island was covered with sword marks, and there was no life everywhere. Yu Zhiwen held a sword in his hand, but it was unable to hang down.
She held the golden beads tightly, not to preach, but to connect with her spiritual thoughts and pay attention to what was happening in the world of ghosts and Buddhas.
Except for Yu Zhiwen, there was no one else on the island. Liu Fuyu, who was wearing a plain robe and carrying a sword at his waist, saw Yu'er next to him suddenly look frightened and asked:
"What's wrong?"
For half a year, Xu Xiaoshou devoted himself to cultivating his reputation.
Liu Fuyu had been waiting for him to go to the sword tower with her, but Xu Xiaoshou was not interested in the sword tower, and the previous battle also ended in his failure.
She couldn't force her request, so the matter was delayed again and again.
Later, Yu Zhiwen went to Xingjie to practice swordsmanship outside the Shennong Medicine Garden. Liu Fuyu passed by and gave some advice.
Both of them have a calm temperament and don't talk much, so they fell in love unexpectedly.
Over the next few months, the exchanges became more intense.
Although they are not like sisters who talk about everything, they can still be regarded as a relationship of swordsmen, teachers and friends. They will make appointments to go out to practice swordsmanship together.
This Yellowstone Island is located deep in the South Ming Dynasty. It has beautiful scenery and jagged rocks, but is mostly ignored.
For half a year, it has been the best place for Yu and Liu to practice swordsmanship.
Today, Yu Zhiwen's mind is not on the sword, and he keeps holding on to this "palm apricot" - he has seen too many palm apricots, and he has indeed mistaken the sword!
Yu Zhiwen seemed to suppress his emotions and murmured softly: "Xu Xiaoshou, met Hua Jianxian..."
Huachang lantern?
Liu Fuyu looked startled, remembering that he was the only one among the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation who used ancient swordsmanship to become the Holy Emperor.
I have been in Holy God Continent for so long, and I have heard the legends about this man, but I have never even seen his portrait.
"Let me see."
She took Yu Zhiwen's hand and sat down next to her.
Yu Zhiwen stimulated the golden apricot, and a picture popped up. She viewed it with her spiritual mind, while Liu Fuyu could see it with the naked eye. There were two people standing on it.
Needless to say, Xu Xiaoshou was still acting coyly.
Although the person opposite has no appearance, his aura is aloof and aloof, like a cold moon in the sky, giving people a sense of indifference as if strangers should not enter.
"Is this here?"
"You're asking me about Grandpa Fish..."
Liu Fuyu was stunned for a moment and then quickly recalled it.
Yu Zhiwen's grandpa Zeng should be Yu Lao. At that time, the Saint Emperor killed Yu Kunpeng who climbed up the ladder to heaven.
After that, life and death were uncertain.
Xu Xiaoshou had obviously already asked.
Hua Changdeng's answer seemed very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter:
"Be at ease with the outside world first."
"Since my spiritual intention can cross the power of resentment and come to the five realms, how can chaos continue to arise on the ladder to heaven?"
Yu Zhiwen's body froze, as if he was petrified on the rocks.
Liu Fuyu opened her lips and teeth, but she could only sigh. She gently held Xiaoyu's hand, speechless.
Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.
He knew that Xiaoyu might be watching at this time.
Now that he had asked the question, the long-term pain was worse than the short-term pain, so he simply asked for a clear answer, and he pursued:
"Who did it?"
Huachang Deng seems to have an accident.
He raised his eyelids, took a deep look at Xu Xiaoshou, and read something.
Xu Xiaoshou did not stop: "I heard that the Holy Emperor of Han Palace was in seclusion, the Holy Emperor of Qianshi was in seclusion, and the Beihuai Tree was shapeless and could not be restrained. If you act recklessly, you have perished, and you have no intention and no power..."
The more he talks.
In the southern dark place, Yu Zhiwen’s grip tightened.
Liu Fuyu had no choice but to use her sword power to resist, and was shocked that this seemingly fragile woman could actually burst out with such reckless power.
Are these two people actually savages?
"good……"
Hua Changdeng held the copper lamp in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the slightly swaying candle inside, and interrupted Xu Xiaoshou's words.
He raised his head and said word by word:
"I killed him."
There was a loud bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the images of the Wangchuan River gathered behind him again.
This time, there is no longer a bridge on the other side. The turbid yellow water is oozing with blood red, and it is as endless as the Dead Sea.
Corpses were floating in the river, and ferocious ghosts were drowning in the river.
Suddenly, there was a roar from the sky and the earth, and there was a lot of movement and movement under the Wangchuan River. It also set off huge waves, and a giant beast that covered the sky jumped out of the river.
There are spiritual refiners from all over the five regions watching this scene, and they can hear the matchmaker's confused voice:
"Kun..."
Yes, it’s the Kun beast!
But the Kun beast that jumped out from under the river and sea was covered in bruises and sword marks, and was almost cut into a skeleton.
There are bloody holes all over the beast's body, and blood drips down from the water, just like a yellow waterfall pouring from the sky, which makes people feel horrified when they look at it.
Kun's chant was originally transparent, but now it is only desolate.
The huge beast Kun leaped into the air and turned into a roc in the void. It was also huge enough to cover the sky and the sun, but...
The bird's wings are broken and it cannot rise;
It has no feathers and is very ugly.
There was another loud roar, and the Kunpeng was unable to leap or fly. Finally, it fell headlong into the boundless waters of the River of Forgetfulness.
Everything returns to peace.
…
"Crack."
Yu Zhiwen cut off the golden apricot picture and stood up silently.
She stood precariously on the rocks of Yellowstone Island, as if she would fall if the wind blew.
Nanming is vast and vast, and it could be home everywhere. The water droplets splashing on her face were cold, and she felt the coldness for the first time.
"The sea is ice..."
The sea breeze remains the same, things have changed and people have changed.
Fish know that Wen cannot see it, and it is nowhere to be found in the sea.
In the realm of ghosts and Buddhas, Hua Changdeng could feel the temperature getting colder, but he remained indifferent.
Xu Xiaoshou was silent.
Instead, he raised the sword from behind his waist.
This sword is illusory. The sword body is indeed spotless, but the body of the sword is full of pits. Hua Changlan passed by with his finger, his face was dull and his voice was low:
"The body is cut by the sword, and the spirit is held in the river of forgetfulness."
"If he doesn't meet me or fight me, maybe there will be a place in the Secret Realm of the Five Holy Emperors."
Xu Xiaoshou stared at him, and eight familiar faces suddenly flashed in his mind.
He found that people who have cultivated to the end of the road have one thing in common, whether it is Hua Chang Deng or Eight Masters.
He later asked the Eight Masters why they massacred the Su family that day and almost killed all the older generation of sword guards in Su Qianqian's family.
The eight acquaintances all had such a dull expression and replied:
"The struggle between the Tao and the Tao is nothing more than a complete success."
His thoughts were startled, and Hua Changdeng looked at him indifferently.
He inserted the sword back into his waist, with the remaining lamp and candle in his hand dimly lit, his expression as usual, and he said without any apology:
"Death is like a light going out. If this person is very important to you... I'm sorry." ()