Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight of the teacher to ask sins? The old sword fairy teaches you
Xiao Wanfeng:???
At this moment he felt like he was hallucinating.
In Xuan Cang Sword Spirit's voice, there was a trace of irrepressible anger and determination.
This is very similar to when a child at home was beaten by his peers when he was a child, he went home and wanted to find his father to vent his anger on him...
When Xiao Wanfeng thought of this, he stopped hastily, dripping with cold sweat.
"Xiao Wanfeng, Xiao Wanfeng, you really dare to think about it, and you still want to find your father. Don't you think you have lived too long?" He angrily scolded himself in his heart.
The sword spirit of the Xuan Cang Divine Sword has chosen me, which is something I never dare to dream about.
Xiao Wanfeng thought about the other party's request and vaguely felt that he understood something.
That night, Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou was a sword wielder with four swords, and his sword was superior to the Xuan Cang Divine Sword. As a result, the energy of the Divine Sword has not dissipated to this day?
This is an extremely naive idea.
Xiao Wanfeng has reservations about whether this is really the case.
You can hear Xuan Cang Sword Spirit's tone...
If so!
It's just what if...
Xiao Wanfeng felt that if so, Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou must be too strong. How could he force Xuan Cang Divine Sword to such a ruthless state?
Feeling good about yourself is a mentality that everyone has.
But besides this, the more important thing about Xiao Wanfeng is that he knows how much he weighs. He is very self-aware.
My own qualifications are nothing more than something that Mr. Siren can only take a look at. How could Xuan Cang Divine Sword choose me?
Besides, it is now on the back of Seven Swords Immortal Rao Yaoyao.
Opposite him is Mr. Mito, an old-timer among the Seven Swordsmen.
Isn't it good to choose these two people? Do you have to choose me?
Me, am I that important?
Suddenly, Xiao Wanfeng thought of what Xuan Cang Sword Spirit had said before, and he asked urgently: "Senior, what do you mean, except for Mr. You Tu and the Eighth Sword Immortal, there is no one in this era who can communicate with you.
?”
Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "Yes."
Xiao Wanfeng was startled, and his thoughts turned out to be true...
Or do you just take it for granted? The Xuan Cang Divine Sword is just hungry. How can there be any stories like "I am special, I am the son of destiny"?
Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "And you."
Click it.
Xiao Wanfeng was petrified on the spot.
Soon he was released from the petrified state, his lips trembled a few times, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his fingers cramped.
All over his body, except for the hand holding the wooden sword which remained stable, the rest of the body seemed to be convulsed and convulsed.
"Huh~"
After breathing heavily for a long time, Xiao Wanfeng regained his composure and solemnly replied in his mind: "Senior, wait for me."
Talk about other things.
It’s not like ordinary people who are excited to say after being chosen by the Divine Sword: “Why do you have to wait for me to go to the Holy Mountain? Can’t you recognize the master now?”
Xiao Wanfeng has always been a very independent person with good self-awareness.
This has been the case for more than ten years.
He knew that Rao Jianxian still had a mission at this moment.
The Xuancang Divine Sword was invited out of the Holy Temple, so it must have its mission.
In addition, he was really weak at this time, and he didn't even have half of his combat power under the hidden sword.
Xuan Cang Divine Sword can invite him at this time, which is already a choice beyond the bottom line.
Just as Sword Spirit said, as the third invitee in this era.
Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that he had the strong cultivation level of Mr. You Tu, and he was the former master of the Seven Swords Owl Head Holy Temple.
I don't think I have the powerful qualifications of the Eight Masters, who can achieve the miraculous three-breath innateness and three-year swordsmanship.
It took him more than ten years just to practice swordsmanship and master the nine major sword skills on his own.
Not a genius!
But I have perseverance.
Perhaps, this is the reason why Xuan Cang Shenjian fell in love with me.
Xiao Wanfeng, unlike Yu Tu and the Eight Masters, chose to reject the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.
Only a fool would do this!
He didn't know the story between Excalibur and the two.
But Mr. Yu Tu would refuse because it was no longer necessary; Bazun Shu would refuse because he already owned four of the fierce swords.
Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that Xuan Cang Divine Sword was also invited by Yu Tu and Bazun Shu when they were young.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the two of them to refuse this great temptation.
But I am different...
Rao Yaoyao invited the sword out of the Holy Temple Hall, carried the sword and climbed to the first floor of the sky to visit Mr. Siren.
At the same time, I wanted to work the night shift, which was a temporary decision.
All of this is a coincidence, and there is not even a hint of guidance from the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.
And it was precisely because of these coincidences that Xuan Cang Divine Sword was able to see itself.
Xiao Wanfeng rejected Mei Siren's invitation to become a disciple because what Mr. Siren wanted was to follow his own path.
But the sword is different.
In this world, swordsmen and swords always recognize each other and support each other. There is no distinction between them, let alone master and disciple.
Just like the Eight Masters of Qingju, Xu Xiaoshou has four swords, I, Xiao Wanfeng,...
Thinking of this, Xiao Wanfeng raised the corners of his lips slightly and did not continue to think about it.
At this time, he even felt that using the word "zhi" between his name and the divine sword Xuan Cang was considered blasphemy.
but!
"It recognizes me..."
Under the night, Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked up at the City in the Sky. He felt that he had seen the saintly Taoist priest in advance.
Mr. Xu’s encouragement and Mr. Siren’s praise.
In the final analysis, nothing is as important as a word of approval from Divine Sword Xuan Cang.
Because of the first two, Xiao Wanfeng would still regard the other party as speaking encouragement, and whether he was disdainful or not was just a second thought.
Only Divine Sword Xuan Cang really feels that his Tao is as high as the Eight Masters, Mr. Yutu.
On this road, I didn’t say how many steps I took before setting off.
As long as the end of the road is high and cold, that's what every swordsman wants.
The evening breeze blew and the night was dim.
The wind made the young man's shabby linen clothes rustle.
At the age of sixteen, I still have a confused understanding of the world.
"I, can it really be done?"
Xiao Wanfeng paused for a long time before reaching out and pinching his face and twisting it hard.
He felt his face starting to feel hot.
But not enough.
So he tightened his fists until his nails dug into his palms.
Spread your hands.
Heavy blood stains.
Xiao Wanfeng smiled.
"It hurts..."
…
Half empty.
The two great sword immortals in high positions obviously did not know about the secret communication between Xuan Cang Sword Spirit and Xiao Wanfeng.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two got straight to the point.
"Rao Jianxian's visit this time shouldn't be just for a simple visit?" Mei Siren smiled: "Let's be frank, what does the Holy Temple have to do with me?"
Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was solemn, and she stopped beating around the bush and said straight to the point: "Mr. Ye Siren came in that night, seems to want to help Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Oh?" Mei Siren remained calm. He paused the folding fan in his hand and raised the corners of his lips: "Do you think Lao Chan and Yu Tu are on the same side?"
The rhythm of these words went too fast, reaching the top level all of a sudden, and Void became a little chilly on the spot.
Rao Yaoyao was a little startled when he heard this.
She didn't clear it up in a hurry, but after pondering for a while, she went down.
"yes!"
One word settled.
Xu Xiaoshou, who was sleeping under a quilt in the training room, and Xiao Wanfeng, who was standing guard at the gate downstairs, both felt that something was not right about the atmosphere.
The two people who were chatting and laughing just now suddenly became tit for tat.
It seems that the issue of "standpoint" is very sensitive.
Is the choice of Meisi people enough to influence the layout of the top management?
The night sky was dead silent for a long time.
After staring at Rao Yaoyao for a short moment, Mei Siren's serious expression melted away. After smiling, he felt like a spring breeze.
He shook the folding fan again and sighed:
"Yu Tu is old!"
"I never stand with him. As for what position I stand on, I believe the Holy Temple knows better than outsiders."
"As for Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou, he is just my next student."
"The qualifications are a bit better, but looking at the five regions of the mainland, I can't even count such students."
"When students ask questions, the teacher answers them, that's all."
Mei Si replied calmly.
Rao Yaoyao's heart tightened, and she narrowed her eyes first, secretly becoming defensive.
Then, she asked aloud: "Mr. Si Ren knew the Holy Slave's position, so why did he choose to get closer at that critical moment? Don't you think that your attitude towards the Holy Slave is a little... too close?"
"Is it too much?"
The Meisi man raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the heart and soul, and said solemnly: "Now, if the old man even takes one more step on the earth, does the Holy Temple have to interfere?"
Rao Yaoyao took a step back, and with great power, he said resolutely: "You said it yourself, you took one more step!"
"How?" Mei Siren took a step forward.
Rao Yaoyao lowered his head: "This step is a transcendence!"
"Hahaha……"
Mei Si laughed, and then stopped laughing for a long time. He turned his head and asked, "So, is the Holy Temple going to give me a ban on martial arts? Or is the ban on martial arts not enough... a ban on footwork?"
The pores all over Rao Yaoyao's body exploded, as if he was being stared at by a liger, and his hair stood on end.
"Don't dare." She replied.
"Don't you dare?" Mei Siren shook his head and laughed, with an angry look in his eyes:
"More than a hundred years ago, you forbade me from making tea and discussing Taoism with Yu Tu, saying that he had an affair with the forces of darkness. In recognition of this, I have cut off all contact with Yu Tu."
"Fifty years ago, you forbade me from talking about swordsmanship with Feng Tingchen and Bianfeng, tainting him as having something to do with the forces of ghosts and beasts. There is no way of saying that, but I also broke up with him... even if it was correspondence."
"Now, the teacher is preaching and clearing up doubts. I'm taking a normal step forward. I don't even make a move. It's just a few words of communication. Do you think I've gone too far?"
Taking another step forward, Mei Siren spoke in a calm voice, pointed the folding fan in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Tell me, where is the 'boundary', and how can we talk about 'transcending'?!"
Rao Yaoyao's scalp was numb and he retreated continuously, feeling a little dazed by such thunderous words.
She had never seen Mr. Siren, who was always good-tempered, behave like this, and his momentum was completely suppressed at the moment.
"I……"
"Have you touched the holy way?" Mei Siren swung his folding fan and it was broken.
"Never..."
"Did Hua Changdeng touch the holy way?" Meisi stepped forward again and stared at it.
This time, there was no need to respond. There was a loud thunder in the sky, invisible to the world, but the two sword immortals raised their heads in unison.
Calling the holy name directly is disrespectful!
Rao Yaoyao did not respond yes or no, but the answer was ready to come out.
"good!"
The Meisi man didn't care about this, he raised his eyes with an angry look on his face: "Go back and tell Hua Changdeng, if this is his will, come find me yourself, don't stay in Guizhe Holy Mountain all day long, slumped on the screen and candles
, watch the movie and feel sorry for yourself!”
Rao Yaoyao was so frightened that her pretty face turned white and looked in disbelief.
Is Mr. Siren crazy?
The first time I called the Holy Name directly was probably unintentional.
But the second time, he pointed at his nose and yelled, that was really naming names.
"Rumble"
Thunderous and angry sounds in the void followed. Before Rao Yaoyao had time to stop Mei Siren's crazy move, he saw the old gentleman put his fingers together and moved a little higher.
"Bang!"
A blue holy power shot into the sky and exploded the calamity cloud on the spot.
Rao Yaoyao's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Holy power?"
Mr. Siren, have you come into contact with the holy way?
This sword pointed at the green light, and she could see that it was not pure holy power, but also mixed with the mortal power of heaven.
But as one of the Seven Sword Immortals, as long as you come into contact with the Holy Way and touch this threshold.
That means it's not far away!
It turned out that the reason he dared to curse was because he had half a foot in the door... Rao Yaoyao suddenly understood.
The Holy Tribulation was dispelled and did not condense again.
As a junior, Hua Changdeng stepped into that threshold before Mei Siren, no matter what, he still received the guidance of "Mr. Siren" when he was young.
After the catastrophe of the Holy Path occurred, although he was far away in the middle region, he had obviously noticed the movement here.
After receiving a hint from Mei Si people, he no longer paid attention to it.
And the saints are not going to get involved in this matter, so it is naturally impossible for the holy calamity to happen again.
Mei Siren had never come down since he took the leading position in the conversation. At this time, his mood calmed down and he returned to a calm state again, and said softly:
"A message to you from the Holy Temple..."
"Too much is not enough, enough is enough."
Rao Yaoyao closed her beautiful eyes, knowing that coming this time would be fruitless.
She came here to ask questions.
As a result, Meisi people are completely different from the impressions they had in their childhood memories.
After a few words, and a finger of holy power revealed, she was carrying the Xuan Cang Divine Sword on her back, so what?
The old swordsman is the old swordsman.
Even though this is no longer his era, no matter what, time can leave traces on people, but it cannot erase the traces left by people on this world.
As a swordsman from the previous era, Meisi people can follow it if they want to, but if they don't want to follow it, hard steel can break half of the laurel trees on the holy mountain.
"Is it overstepped..."
Rao Yaoyao suddenly fell into reflection.
She felt that Mr. Siren was right.
It seems that no one has ever gone too far, but has the Holy Temple been pushing neutral people too far over the past few hundred years?
Too much is not enough, enough is enough...
"I've learned a lesson." Rao Yaoyao bowed and bowed.
Mei Siren unfolded his folding fan and moved his hands very quickly. The wind blew his beard, making him look like a little old man who was frustrated and chose to suppress his temper.
"Little baby, go back. This is not your fault! I am not angry with you. You can go and complain to your employer. Oh, by the way..."
Waving his hands and saying this, Meisi seemed to remember something, looked in the direction of Zhongyu, and said:
"Guizhe Holy Mountain, I will go there in person after I die, and let the elders on the holy mountain come out to greet you."
"Juniors like Dao Qiong Cang, Hua Chang Deng, please don't come out, they are an eyesore!"
"do you know?"
After hearing this, Rao Yaoyao raised her head blankly and looked at the old man in front of her.
For a moment, she seemed to be back to her childhood in her memory.
The person in front of her was still an adult, but she was still a little girl who had not grown up.
And it's true.
When the old swordsman started to lose his temper, she suddenly realized that all the interrogation methods she had prepared in advance were useless.
Their status is much higher than yours.
As a young man like me, I came here. Apart from visiting the elderly and being educated, I didn't even have the qualifications to say a word.
As for saying, fight back if you can't say anything...
Are you kidding?!
The old swordsman is called the old swordsman. Can the younger generation easily defeat him?
"You go, don't bother me again." Mei Siren waved his hand, as if herding sheep, signaling Rao Yaoyao to leave quickly.
"Oh." Rao Yaoyao shrank his head, turned around and left.
"What a beautiful little girl, why has she become an eyesore when she grows up?" Mei Siren murmured to herself in a low voice, full of melancholy.
"..."
Rao Yaoyao said nothing, blinked and disappeared without a trace.