Tens of millions of spectators watched the scene of Jin Xing's mission, witnessing with their own eyes the first sword of Master Shou's comeback, killing Hua Changdeng with his sword.
Now, things were completely out of control.
People from all over the five regions rushed to tell each other, causing heated discussions.
After half a year of silence, Mainland China has returned to its previous peaceful life.
At most, somewhere, another power struggle broke out, resulting in a battle for the throne, which can be regarded as a "great chaos".
Not to mention that in the past six months, there has been no more open and covert fighting between the Holy Temple and the Holy Slaves. Today, Taixu rarely shines in the limelight.
Therefore, the matchmaker has two Taixu guards around her to attract the attention of millions of apricots and add some spice to a peaceful life.
As for the Five Domains Semi-Saints...
As early as after the Xu Ai War, the semi-saints were in danger and no longer dared to show their faces.
Everyone knows that for ordinary people, saints are heavenly beings and an insurmountable peak.
But after the ghosts and Buddhas change, or as long as they show their prominence, they will become the target of public criticism and be manipulated by higher-ranking people.
Death, I don’t even know how to die!
But just after half a year of comfort, Master Shou showed up again, with a sword that broke the ground with thunder and cut off the will of the only Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng among the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation...
Just a sword?
Just a will?
"No!"
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the calm before the storm is a thing of the past.
Is Master Shou a peaceful person?
"More than that!"
This sword is not the end, but the beginning.
The thunder laid down by the sudden change of ghosts and Buddhas half a year ago may be detonated in Master Shou's hands today. A wave of swords may only push the situation from calm to turbulent waves.
"Quick, quick, come all, come all!"
"Matchmaker, look for Matchmaker! This woman is so big and fierce. How did she catch Master Shou? If you keep an eye on her, you can catch Master Shou!"
"Fengzhong is drunk. I originally expected Emperor Zhongzui to follow in Master Shou's footsteps. Over the past six months, I have watched the sword trial competition which was so boring. There wasn't even a battle between swordsmen. It made me vomit.
A meaningless fight..."
"Is this in the Zhongyuan world? I want to see the scene. I will go there now!"
"Brother, you are strong. If the matchmaker dies, you will be responsible for opening a preaching screen for everyone. How about leaving your name?"
"Guifu my father, my name is 'Guifu my father'."
"Also pay attention to me. I am also in the ghost and Buddha realm. Now I will turn around and go to the Zhongyuan realm. My name is 'Emperor Lang Buddha'."
"Hold on, matchmaker. Thirteen million apricots have been paid. You are so drunk that I will call you 'empress' from now on!"
"..."
Crazy, totally crazy!
When Jin Xing's scene finally settled on Shou Ye's perfect profile face after sheathing his sword, the matchmaker really wanted to take a second look, but unfortunately she was forced to turn off the comments to view it.
She couldn't see the road.
The screen is full of "Shouye", the screen is full of "Invincible"!
This terrifying number of watching apricots completely exceeded the matchmaker's expectations and was simply inhuman.
The matchmaker knows that Shouye has strong appeal.
She didn't expect Master Shou's appeal to be so strong. He just showed up and fired a sword, and spectators from all over the five regions flocked to him.
This is even just the number of people who have palm apricots and can watch and comment on them.
Those who cannot buy palm apricots, or are still hesitating whether to buy palm apricots, are they afraid that they are like ants on a hot pot now - they want to see it, but they can't even see it?
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Around the stone monument of the Zhongyuan Realm, the sound of breaking wind could be heard constantly.
Jin Xing's comments include a few words about those who are actually timid. There is really no shortage of practitioners who want to make progress in the world of ghosts and Buddhas. Now he smelled the smell and rushed over.
The matchmaker turned her head and saw hundreds of figures falling in the distance.
There are those with swords, those with towers, and those with shields...
"Handsome!"
"This sword, my God!"
"Is this Master Shou? He has evolved again!"
Regardless of whether they were ancient sword cultivators or not, these guys came to watch the battle with all their defensive measures in place, each holding a bunch of jade talismans and orbs in their hands, and their faces were full of fire.
But……
It’s no use!
How dare you come here?
If Master Shou holds back his sword, the aftermath will really explode. Even the half-saints won't be able to die. Are there really so many people in the world who are not afraid of death?
The matchmaker is afraid of death.
As she retreated, she shouted in the Jinxing screen:
"We sincerely invite Taixu to protect you. It will be effective for a long time. Lingque is easy to talk to. As long as you can save the matchmaker's life, the matchmaker will continue to preach to you..."
How can Taixu protect himself?
Taixu can't even catch the white-faced ghost's sword, but he still wants to catch the aftermath of the battle between Ghost Sword Fairy and Master Shou?
When the matchmaker came back to consciousness, she turned her eyes to the cinnamon carriage in the distance, her eyes filled with light.
She rushed forward and found Old Man Li who was driving the car: "Senior, can the matchmaker stay near the carriage?"
Shou Ye was sitting in the cinnamon carriage. Even if the coachman was not a powerful man, at least Shou Ye would not let him die.
As far as I am concerned, the world of ghosts and Buddhas is full of dangers at this moment, but as long as I follow this carriage, I can definitely save my life!
In the car, Li Fugui was as careful as his hair. He couldn't see the matchmaker's little plan, but he just smiled and said, "Old man, I can't protect you."
"The matchmaker just needs to stay here and not get on the carriage." The matchmaker looked pitiful.
Li Fugui turned a blind eye. The beauty trick didn't work for him. He reached out and pointed elsewhere, "Instead of waiting to die beside me, I can show you a clear path. Look over there..."
The matchmaker looked in the direction of her finger.
At this time, hundreds of figures were standing outside the battlefield.
The direction that Old Man Li pointed was a hilltop with two old men standing on it. One of them looked very familiar to the matchmaker.
"Old Yang!"
She was overjoyed.
Although Yang Lao is not among the Seven Sword Immortals, his strength is already transcendent.
If he can't protect himself, the five realms may be visited by half-saints, and they won't be of much use.
But looking at it at this time, although the old Yang was side by side with another old man, it felt like he had given up half a step, turning his head frequently and asking something.
It was an octogenarian man in a green robe with an immortal spirit. He was also dressed as an ancient sword cultivator. He was watching the battle. He was shaking a paper fan in his hand. When he swept it away with his spiritual thoughts, he could see that there were several big words written on the fan:
"You're welcome to enjoy yourself."
This is called being calm and relaxed!
The matchmaker was just stunned for a moment before she recognized the man's identity: Mr. Siren.
She hurriedly thanked Old Man Li, stepped forward respectfully, and said, "I've met Mr. Yang."
Yang Xizhi certainly recognized this woman, she was considered half of his disciple after all, but the woman was holding a golden apricot, so her purpose was self-evident.
He kept his distance, nodded slightly in greeting, and looked sideways at the Meisi people.
"Hua Changdeng underestimated that boy too much..."
"Xu Xiaoshou has reached an extreme level with this sword. The eight masters of the sword cannot understand it. I am afraid that no one in the world will be able to challenge its edge on the path of swordsmanship."
"If Chang Deng can sacrifice a sword ghost, even if it is just one of the three sword ghosts, it may be possible to turn the tables and kill Xu, but look at the strength of his will... it will be difficult, difficult, difficult!"
The Meisi people sighed three times in a row, and they were talking about the topic they had discussed with Yang Xizhi before, their views on "The Rise of the Name".
The two of them did not hide their presence here, but appeared openly and openly.
Naturally, after people around me landed, people came to say hello one after another. This is normal.
When the matchmaker arrived, I thought she was just one of the people passing by. I didn't expect that she stopped and waited for me to finish speaking, then bowed and said:
"My little matchmaker, I have met Mr. Siren."
Mei Siren glanced at it and did not recognize this woman.
He turned around and glanced at Yang Xizhi, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the golden apricot in the matchmaker's hand, and he felt enlightened.
He personally doesn't like being photographed by things like missionary mirrors, which makes people feel uncomfortable and prevents them from relaxing.
But Xu Xiaoshou liked these things, and this girl was familiar with Xi Zhi, and he was not the protagonist in this battle, so Mei Siren closed the paper fan and moved it closer to him:
"Stand aside and watch the battle together."
Survived!
The matchmaker was overjoyed and thanked her profusely.
One look at the golden apricot picture, 15 million people!
I am afraid that not less than half of the palm apricot holders have been attracted to their own golden apricot preaching scene.
Even Feng Zhongzui has never been so hot, and now he's really getting involved - not only by Master Shou, but also by Mr. Si Ren.
The matchmaker didn't dare to wait, so she opened it and took a look and commented:
"Mr. Siren is too talkative."
"You have the spirit of a swordsman. In one word, matchmaker, your life is saved."
"Don't be stunned, matchmaker, ask Mr. Siren what he thinks. This is much better than the comments of Feng Zhongzui, the three-legged cat!"
"Yeah, what is the Sword Demon? The Three Ghosts of the Return of the Sword Demon?"
"Brothers, did you hear clearly just now? What Mr. Miren said was not 'come back from adversity', but 'come back and kill Xu'. Is the sword ghost so strong?"
It is easy to understand why Jinxing spectators were briefly attracted by the respected Mr. Siren.
But some people's perspectives, such as "Sword Demon", really gave the matchmaker a wake-up call.
"It seems like a great thing, but I've never heard of it..."
Matchmakers dare not make mistakes.
She had just been allowed to stand beside him for protection.
If you just chatter and ask questions, you will be like a mosquito, and I think Mr. Siren will be bored.
She has always been very patient, and she just stood there and stood still, knowing that soon she would have the answer to what she wanted to ask.
Sure enough, Yang Lao was silent for a while. After seeing nothing strange, he simply stopped paying attention to the matchmaker and returned to the previous topic:
"The sword ghost has very high aspirations, but I remember that when Hua Jianxian studied this method by himself, he could only scratch the surface. How does Siren brother know about his sword ghost's entry into the realm?"
Mei Siren shook his head: "Understanding is beyond the realm of possibility. He has been trapped under a screen for thirty years. You have never seen him, and neither have I."
"That?"
"Xizhi, you have to know that Chang Deng's talent and accomplishments in ghost swordsmanship are better than those of the Eight Masters. Over the years, I have achieved success in the Eight Masters of Swordsmanship. Chang Deng has been practicing swordsmanship for thirty years. How can you make no progress at all?"
Sword me? Sword ghost?
The matchmaker was confused after hearing this. She thought that there were tens of millions of people coming to Jinxing, so they should be as confused as she was.
Seeing that Mr. Yang was deep in thought and speechless, and Mr. Siren was also a kind man, she couldn't help it anymore and asked:
"Mr. Siren, my little girl has also practiced some ancient swordsmanship with Yang Lao, but at the most, she has only heard of the name of Jian Nian. She has never heard of this... Jian Wo, Sword Demon?"
Meiyang looked at each other and smiled lowly.
Mei Siren folded his paper fan and gestured, and Yang Xizhi shook his head: "I can't explain it. Some Xingzi are interested in this girl. Maybe you can explain it to them."
The palm apricots made by Xu Xiaoshou were called apricots by those watching the battle. They were all invested in spiritual crystals for the construction of the apricot world... Meisi people said:
"higher."
What?
The matchmaker didn't react for a while.
Is Jian Wo, Sword Demon, a higher grade than Jian Nian, Ming?
"Mr. Siren, if you say so, the matchmaker is too curious..."
Mei Si laughed, guessing that for those who could afford the golden apricots, no matter how no one watched, the number of apricots watching must be several hundred, right?
He stopped being pretentious and explained to the invisible hundreds of people:
"On top of the sword thought, I can be the sword."
"At that time, after the Battle of the Ten Seats, the Eight Masters, Lei Han, punished the gods and created the second generation of the Divine Mind, also known as the Sword Mind."
"Hua Changdeng has not fully cultivated the Divine Mind, but he has learned the way of the 'Sword Demon' after experiencing the God Punishment Tribulation and the Sword Mind."
Mei Si narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was admiration in his words: "If you think about it, Chang Deng is the first person to get out of the 'cage' of ancient swordsmanship."
Is there anything like this?
The matchmaker was full of curiosity: "But didn't Sword Nian precede the 'Sword Ghost'?"
Mei Siren nodded, then shook his head: "Sword Thought preceded Sword Demon, but Sword Thought is still pure Divine Thought in essence, but it is slightly mixed with the understanding of ancient swordsmanship... Sword Demon, however, is the detachment of ancient swordsmanship."
After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something interesting: "Do you know where the sword wounds on Ba Zunzhen's body came from?"
The matchmaker who seemed to be asking this question directly made tens of millions of viewers on the Jinxing screen excited.
The matchmaker's heart was pounding faster, and she tried to catch her, so she whispered: "I only know that it was the Eighth Sword Immortal who injured me, but the inside story..."
"Hahaha!"
The people of Meisi laughed.
He smiled so wildly that he didn't notice the change in the face of the old sheep next to him.
"Mr. Siren, do you know the inside story?" the matchmaker was curious.
People all have the desire to share.
Meisi is also a human being, and his desire to share is also very strong.
He didn't see Mr. Yang's eyes and shook the paper fan in his hand vigorously. Unexpectedly, he changed the fan and the words on it changed:
"Know a thing or two."
The matchmaker saw Mr. Yang's face and knew that there was a shocking secret. She didn't dare to ask any more questions and even suppressed her curious expression.
Never thought that Mei Si people folded their folding fans and thought that the number of people watching the battle was only a few hundred.
Hundreds of people cannot be praised by the public, and they cannot win gold.
Even if I tell the secrets of the Eight Masters today, they know the facts and want to spread them.
What kind of waves can the words of a hundred people stir up among the millions of people in the five realms?
How can Bazun Zun be a fussy person who cares about these trivial matters?
With his thoughts at this point, Mei Dazui started talking:
"The three ghosts of sword ghosts are divided into body ghosts, spirit ghosts, and mind ghosts. In terms of intention, they have broken away from the shackles of the swordsman Gulouying's swordsmanship, sword style, and kendo."
"But in the past, the eight masters knew that the injury on the finger was caused by the body ghost, so it could not be restored; the scar on the neck was hurt by the spirit ghost, so it could not be repaired; the sword energy on the body..."
"Meisi people!" Yang Xizhi finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted with a shout.
"What's the matter, Brother Yang?" Mei Si looked over without knowing why, and saw his old friend trembling with fear, holding a golden apricot in his hand.
He glanced at Jin Xing.
He glanced at the dumbfounded matchmaker again.
"Brother Si Ren, do you know how many people are watching the battle with Jin Xing?" Yang Xizhi glanced at the picture of Jin Xing in his hand, and his lips began to tremble.
Mei Siren's heart skipped a beat: "How much?"
Yang Xizhi had something to say, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly and raised a finger.
"one hundred?"
"No……"
"one thousand?"
"No……"
"How much is that? It can't be ten thousand, haha...huh?" Mei Siren's smile solidified.