Chapter five hundred and ninety-six a sword from the east, a sword fairy
Inside and outside the Eight Palaces, on a mountaintop far away.
The quiet mountain forest should have been a better hiding place for birds and beasts, but suddenly at a certain moment.
"Crash-"
The forest sparrows flew away in fright, and the birds and beasts dispersed in panic.
As the leaves fell from the branches, a large flock of black birds flew out.
Immediately, a horrified cry came from the dense forest.
"Eight! Honor! Acquaintance!"
The fallen leaves returned to the forest, hitting the white-clothed, red-clothed, and gray-clothed people who had not yet been able to put on the white and red clothes, which were supposed to be as calm as piles, causing hundreds of people in the audience to tremble wildly.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal?!"
Everyone was no longer calm, and even their breathing became rapid.
This unit located in the Wuming Mountain in the east corner of the Eight Palaces is one of the four major control areas of the "Sky Cover".
This group of white-clad, red-clad, and gray-clad Holy Guards from the Holy Temple have the best training.
Even if it comes to the last resort, it is impossible for them to lose their composure and lose all attention to the "Sky Cover".
But when the words of the masked man from the Eighth Palace who was confronting the Moonless Sword Immortal appeared on the light screen in the courtyard, no one could remain calm anymore.
"He, he, he...what did he say? Bazun Shui?!"
"Isn't this the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Shouldn't the Eighth Sword Immortal die?"
"This guy is also one of the fanatics pretending to be the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Are you kidding your mother!"
"ah?!"
The crowd became commotion.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, with disbelief in their eyes.
But in the past, jokes that would have been casually mentioned were said from the mouth of the leader of the Saint Slave. The amount of information was really explosive!
Look at Senior Wuyue's livid face...
Doesn’t this confirm something?
"No!"
"Impossible, how can the Eighth Sword Immortal be still alive?"
"In the past, the eight masters wanted to break through the realm of sword immortals. Hua Changdeng's three swords destroyed all of them. Shouldn't it be that everyone and their souls were torn apart?"
"This, this, this...rebirth from the ashes?"
"Could it be possible? He still has a second life?!"
There are also sword cultivators and fanatics of the Eighth Sword Immortal among the team of the Holy Temple.
Even if he doesn't show it on weekdays, at this moment, it's like seeing a miracle.
That man is back?
"Quiet!!"
An angry rebuke suppressed the restlessness of the entire audience.
Jiang Bianyan, the master of the branch hall of the Holy Temple in Dongtianwang City, smashed the wooden case into pieces and shouted: "How unbecoming it is to be so noisy!"
Everyone fell silent instantly.
Even if the person in front of you is not the strongest person in the room.
But as the master of the branch hall, and also the master of the branch hall of Dongtianwang City, the power he holds in his hands is not something that everyone present can resist.
What's more, Jiang Bianyan, as the person in charge of the East Corner of the Eight Palaces War, holds the power of life and death.
At this critical point in the war, if there is anyone who does not cause panic in the military, they may be dragged out and killed.
"What's it called?"
"When someone says 'Eight Masters', you all believe it?"
"Look at what this man looks like... how can the Eight Masters be so shabby? You have never seen the Eight Masters, so you should have seen a portrait of the Eight Masters!"
"Each one of these..."
The wild goose by the river waved his hands angrily, as if he was too angry to speak. His right eyelid was twitching wildly, but his hands were still trembling after throwing them away.
"Master Jiang!"
A man in white clothes suddenly stood up from the crowd, holding a sword. He looked extremely excited, and the bright look in his eyes was about to set the entire forest on fire.
"eighth……"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Bianyan suddenly turned his head and almost poked his eyebrow through the air with his finger: "You fucking sit down for me!"
"oh."
Bai Yi sat down obediently.
But beyond a few tree stumps, another middle-aged man in red dressed as a swordsman stood up with a spiritual sword on his back.
"Palace Master Jiang..."
"Shut up for me!" Jiang Bianyan moved his finger.
"Well."
The latter reluctantly pursed his lips and returned to the ground.
"Master Jiang!"
"Master Jiang!"
"Palace Master Jiang..."
However, the two people getting up earlier seemed to have caused a chain reaction.
Everyone in white, red, or even gray clothes, as long as they are holding a sword, holding a sword, or carrying a sword on their backs, who can still sit still after hearing the three words "Eight Masters"?
All these people stood up, and the scene suddenly returned to a chaotic state.
"Rebellion, right?"
Jiangbian Yan shouted loudly and flew directly into the sky: "I am the throne, so I can't suppress you, right?"
He took out a token with his backhand and volleyed it into the ground.
There was a "clang" sound.
The huge boulders on the ground were nailed to pieces, and the harsh sound made everyone's lips and tongues tighten. All kinds of words were stuck in their throats, making them choked and uncomfortable.
"Quiet, understand?"
The wild geese on the riverside looked a little red.
He pressed his right eyelid, which was beating wildly, as if he wanted to flatten it.
However, as soon as he let go of his hand, his eyelids started to jump involuntarily.
He gave up and threatened: "Whoever dares to say more, I won't say anything more, just get out of Wuming Mountain."
The wild goose by the river fluttered his sleeves and robe, and his figure landed on the ground.
After a pause, he began to bend over to the place where the smashed wooden case was and groped for something.
"This is more exciting than us..."
A swordsman in white couldn't help but muttered a few words in a low voice, "If it weren't for the Eighth Sword Immortal, how could he be so excited?"
"Who is speaking!"
Jiangbian Yan stuck his butt out and turned his head, his face turned red as if a demon had descended, and he had a ferocious look on his face.
"Shh."
The whole audience lowered their heads.
The face that should be given should still be given. After all, he is the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Corner of the War in the Eight Palaces.
"found it."
The wild geese on the riverside clacked their feet a few times, and finally pulled out a crystal ball from among the broken wooden boards.
He blew on it to remove the sawdust, wiped it with his sleeve robe, and then wanted to inject spiritual energy into it.
But at this time, as if he remembered something, he stood up suddenly and turned around.
"Don't say anything for a while, understand?"
The whole place was extremely silent, with fiery eyes staring at the light curtain in the atrium and the wild geese by the river.
Jiangbian Yan sighed and his voice softened:
"Don't panic."
"Isn't he just a fake Eight Masters? I will contact my superiors at the headquarters right now!"
…
In the eight palaces, there are distant mountains and four corners.
Situations like this happen almost all the time.
As long as it is a place where spiritual masters gather, there will inevitably be sword cultivators.
And as long as there are sword cultivators, there will be the exclusive fanatics of the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.
In the Central Region, perhaps the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal can only be considered okay.
At least it is suppressed by the pressure of the Holy Temple. In addition, the Eighth Sword Immortal has been dead for many years, so the enthusiasm he should have has been extinguished by time.
But in the Eastern Sword God Heaven, it was completely different.
As a region where swords are the most respected, the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal is almost a belief.
The legend of the three-breath innate and three-year swordsman after wandering around the world and suddenly waking up is simply a miraculous existence.
It can be concluded that once the news of the resurrection of the Eighth Sword Immortal spreads, eight out of ten spiritual refiners will go crazy.
And among a hundred swordsmen, only half will go crazy.
The remaining half will explode on the spot!
This is faith.
A kind of belief in the peak swordsman who dominates the entire era, an absolute belief without any reason!
…
Central Territory, Guizhe Holy Mountain, where the headquarters of the Holy Temple is located.
This is a towering holy mountain with snow falling into the clouds. It is covered with the fragrance of cinnamon all year round. Various flowers and weeds can grow here, and they have been imbued with the holy power day and night.
Every piece of grass anywhere has a minimum level of five.
There are two legends about Guizhe Holy Mountain.
On the Luoshen Peak on the west side, there is a stele in a tree. There is no word on the stele. Broken swords are inserted around the stele, and there is an aura of death and silence that is incompatible with the character of Xian Guiling.
That is the remains of the holy way, the power of silent resentment.
Luoshen Peak is a forbidden area in Guizhe Holy Mountain.
All spiritual refiners in the world know that this place is where the previous generation of the Holy Temple Master died.
In the past, the leader of the Seven Swordsmen, Mr. Yutu, went to the Holy Temple alone to kill the Holy Temple. The leader of the Seven Swords, the head of the main hall of the Holy Temple, directly brought an end to the previous era. After that, he hid in the world and became a good story.
Dao Qiongcang was ordered to take over Banji in the face of danger, and then he returned to consolidate the political power of the Holy Temple.
The reason why Yutu went to Guizhe Holy Mountain was all because of another legend about this holy mountain.
…
East side.
Screen candle ground.
Another forbidden area in Guizhe Holy Mountain.
A towering broken willow stood alone in the forbidden area.
This place should be full of greenery and willow trees.
But since the legend of "a sword coming from the east and a sword fairy", even the "God Worship Willow", the first of the nine ancestral trees and ranked in front of the tree of the sky, has been broken.
It was cut off so abruptly.
Even after decades, it is still difficult to spit out even a new green leaf.
Under the broken willow, on the gravel ground, there is an ancient table.
The ancient table was small, dilapidated, and covered with dust, as if no one had visited it for decades.
But on the table, there is still a candle that will last forever.
The lights were dim, directly turning the infinite light around them into a gloomy space.
Others light lamps for illumination.
But this old lamp that always lights up is just to induce darkness.
On the dark and gloomy table, besides the ancient lamp, there is also a sword.
This sword is spotless.
The blade of the sword is a spiritual green color and has many pits and pits, as if it has been hacked, hammered, and mended countless times.
The body of the sword is open to the underworld and can suck a person's soul in with one glance. If there is an evil ghost struggling on it, the will to die will disappear and the desire will not be extinguished.
Eighth on the list of famous swords, the name of the sword is Hunter Ghost, one of the Seven Sword Immortals - Hua Changdeng carries his sword with him!
In this empty but sparse place of screens and candles, adjacent to the broken willow tree and facing the ancient table in the distance, sat a middle-aged man with gray hair.
Although he is middle-aged.
But with that vicissitudes of life, outsiders would only think that he was an octogenarian old man.
"Hua Chang Deng?"
Outside the screen and candlelight, a trace of wind and waves spread.
The sonic breath swept up the sand and gravel all over the ground, but stopped silently after approaching the area of a hundred feet where the middle-aged man was leaning against a willow tree with his eyes closed, as if sleeping.
Screen screen...
No strangers come in, the wind doesn't come near, and the old candle never goes out.
The eyelids of the sleepy man called Hua Changdeng trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
In this sleepy place, it seems that a bright sword emerges from the dust.
The remaining candle on the ancient table swayed automatically in the absence of wind, making a hissing sound as a new drop of candle wax sprouted, barely holding on to the shadow of the candle from disappearing.
"Is the Holy Mountain of Guizhe going to be destroyed again? Who will look for me this time?"
Hua Changdeng leaned against Broken Willow with his back, his eyes widened, and he caught the astonishing sword intent in his eyes.
He put his hands on the ground, pushed his feet forward, and leaned on the broken willow behind to support himself, and managed to sit up a little straighter.
"Ta, ta, ta."
The footsteps are getting closer.
A man in white robes walked out from the corner, holding Si Nan in his hand. There were many hexagrams in the seal, and the heavenly energy was guided by it.
Every step you take is like measuring this world.
With every step he took, the spiritual spoon swaying slightly above Si Nan would leave a thin trace on the hexagram plate.
engrave, record.
With every step, he is growing.
The old candle swayed, reflecting the outline of the person's face.
This is a man with an extremely upright appearance. He looks like Cheng Taiyu in heaven, plump and square. His eyebrows are like stars, deep and subtle.
The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners.
While looking and looking, it is like a saint lowering his eyes, full of pity for the world.
"Tao Qiongtian?"
Leaning against the broken willow tree like a dying man, his voice finally had a hint of surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"despair."
The road to the sky reaches a hundred feet away from the person in front of you, and stops precisely.
He first glanced at the famous sword hunting ghost, then measured the remaining length of the candle, and smiled: "Can't stand up yet?"
"Why do you have to stand up?" Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again and felt that it was a waste of time to even look at the person in front of him.
"How can the body of a semi-saint be more miserable than an old tree?" Dao Qiongcang shook his head.
"The sword can cut the Tao! To the Sword Saint, the Taoist saint can only stop and leave a message, but has no body to greet him." Hua Changdeng lowered his voice, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"The Tao can overlook the heaven and the earth; but the sword cannot break the sky."
"Tsk, stupid."
"Although the sky is broken, there is a sky beyond the sky."
"Oh, ignorant."
"The one who keeps the sword is only accompanied by an old lamp and a broken willow tree. Although he wants to stand up, he is unable to stand up, and although he wants to wake up, he is out of breath. How miserable is it?" Dao Qiongcang said with a smile in his eyes: "How miserable! How miserable..."
Hua Changdeng seemed to be asleep.
His breathing became even, and he almost snored.
"Those who stick to the Tao!"
Dao Qiongcang suddenly shouted loudly, and even the candle flames trembled for three minutes, almost being extinguished by the shock.
Hua Changdeng shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.
"Are you sick?!"
Dao Qiongcang then smiled and stroked his beard again, raised his hand to Si Nan, and said harmoniously: "Those who adhere to the Dao, hold the three thousand laws of destiny in the upper hand, and bear the sound of peace in all worlds below. When a person is born, he salutes with incense, and is joined by a python. , How lucky is the golden dragon?"
He nodded intoxicatedly.
"Very lucky, very lucky..."
"I'm sick! Why did you come to me? Just to say these two words and scare me again?" Hua Changdeng turned over and moved to the other side of the tree.
"Don't you think it's very beautiful? I've recently become obsessed with poetry and words. There are great mysteries in these words, which suits me very well."
Dao Qiongcang stepped forward and suddenly stopped in mid-air: "Shall I come in to chat?"
"No entry."
Hua Changdeng waved his hand in disdain, "Who did you learn this shit from? Your Taoist ancestor again? If you really feel that life is boring, just knock your bastard Si Nan on the head, and the Taoist ancestor can teach you the Tao for the rest of your life.
"
"No no no..."
Dao Qiongtian waved his hands and stopped a hundred feet away, but did not step in after all.
Hua Changdeng said he couldn't go in, so he didn't go in either.
"These words were not taught to me by Taozu."
"Heh, what piece of shit is it that flatters you so much that it even changes the smell of your body?"
"You know……"
Dao Qiongcang looked at him with a smile, paused in his voice, and then chanted loudly: "A sword comes from the east, and a swordsman comes from the east. He drinks from the underworld and walks into the blue sky. He doesn't become a guest in the mortal world. How can he lose his piety?"
Oops!
The candle suddenly went out.
The sound of wind started.
Hua Changdeng's figure with a ghost-like shawl suddenly came face to face, with the hunting ghost in his hand lying between Dao Qiongang's exposed neck, his eyes full of madness.
The deep voice was filled with murderous intent from all directions.