Chapter 186 What If The Fake Sword God Has Been On The Way Already?
His purple eyes were full of resentment. His master asked him to buy sugar cookies and carry them on his back. He said they were all for himself. Why did he have to give them away so soon?
Li Fansong took the cake with a smile and joked:
"Why is the Imperial Master still lying to children?"
"Haha, that's superficial. If I didn't tell him, how could Zi Tong work hard and carry him all the way?"
"..."
Li Fansong didn't say anything, turned around and entered the building door.
Fei Xuan opened his backpack and took out three sugar cookies, one for himself, one for Zi Tong, and the last one was given to the Imperial Master.
"The first floor in the world, it's a pity that I can't enter it a second time," Qi Tianchen said with a little regret, "If those two people go in, they can also hear about the third and fourth floors."
Xie Xuan sighed:
"National Division......"
"Actually, there is nothing to regret. Life is just like this."
"No, what I want to say is...why don't I have any sugar cookies?" Xie Xuan asked.
Qi Tianchen paused, broke the cake into two halves, gave half to Xie Xuan, and put the other half in front of his mouth to eat.
"National Master... I don't have any candies here. Is it because the store cut corners?"
"Probably not, I got stuffed." Qi Tianchen said with a smile.
...
The first floor in the world, the first floor.
The building was filled with dust and without lights, like an abandoned restaurant.
There is only one thing in the center - the plaque.
A plaque as big as a door lay in front of the three of them, with the majestic and heavy word "Apocalypse" on it.
"Is this... the piece on Tianqi City?" Li Fansong asked suspiciously.
"It used to be," Li Hanyi said. "This piece is old and has the sword intention of the White Feather Sword Immortal on it."
Fang Ping nodded. He sensed as soon as he entered...that this plaque had been chopped with a sword.
Li Fansong closed his eyes and felt it, and there was indeed a unique sword intention:
"The White Feather Sword Immortal... has been a figure for many years, but the sword's intention has survived for such a long time.
"Then how on earth are we going to get through this first level?"
The First Floor in the World is different from Dengtian Pavilion. There is no guardian of the pavilion, and no one else can teach you experience. You can only explore it alone.
So, Li Fansong stepped forward with the drunken song:
"Sword Immortal Sword Will, I am willing to give it a try!"
This is your opportunity, and you must not let down Master's wishes.
"bass--"
Li Fansong thrust out his sword, and the sword mark on the plaque also thrust out his sword. The extremely powerful sword energy caused the former to retreat violently.
After several rounds, Li Fansong was sweating profusely.
"Phew~ It's a bit difficult..."
He looked at the two sword immortals beside him, wanting to see how they would solve the problem. It would be best if he could imitate them.
However...
"Read the plaque carefully."
Fang Ping left these words, then climbed up the stairs to the second floor and left.
Li Hanyi didn't say anything, and also went up to the second floor, walking very quickly.
Li Fansong frowned:
"I'm thinking in the wrong direction? Could it be... just go straight up?"
He tried it and failed.
No matter which direction you approach the stairs, the plaque will always shoot out a sword energy to block it.
If you can't pass the plaque level, you won't be able to go to the second floor.
"My sword is not strong enough?" Li Fansong frowned, "But those two didn't even draw their swords."
After thinking about it, Li Fansong sat cross-legged and began to think about what "seeing with heart" means.
But he was not a peerless swordsman. He stared at the sword marks on the plaque for a quarter of an hour and found nothing.
"Drunk song!"
Li Fansong raised his sword again. Since his thinking was fruitless, he had no choice but to change his approach.
After a few more rounds, Li Fansong was panting from exhaustion, but he felt the vastness and heroic spirit of the sword, and seemed to have found the answer.
"This feels like...the world."
Li Fansong needed to keep trying before he could sense a hint of sword intent. Fang Ping and Li Hanyi only needed one glance.
With just one glance, you can understand the meaning of the sword on the plaque.
——Ask the world!
Back then, the White Feather Sword Immortal traveled across the world. When he learned that someone was persecuting his prince's apprentice, he entered the city with his sword and struck down the execution ground. No one in the city could resist or stop him.
Before leaving, he suddenly pointed his sword at the plaque, leaving a sword mark, and the sword's intention will last forever.
Let me ask you, who in the world can wield such a sword again?
This sword not only cut off the plaque of Apocalypse, but also cut off the thoughts of those who wanted to be thieves.
Li Fansong felt that he was close to the answer.
...
Second floor.
Fang Ping found that Li Hanyi was gone, the surroundings were empty, the doors and windows on the floor were closed, and the pavilion was filled with mist, making it as dark as the first floor.
The only thing worth noting is a painting on the wall.
In the painting is a Taoist dressed in purple, with a face that looks like a smile but not a smile, and eyes that look like gods.
There is a couplet next to the portrait:
"One life, two, two, three, and three give rise to all things."
"The laws of earth, heaven, and heaven are the laws of nature."
Fang Ping's eyes changed slightly, and he guessed the identity of the person in the painting:
"Great Imperial Master."
...
Also on the second floor, Li Hanyi also discovered that Fang Ping was missing. She sensed it to no avail. She circled the second floor twice and found that she was the only one here.
"Going to the third floor? So soon?"
Li Hanyi muttered to himself suspiciously, but did not see the stairs leading to the third floor.
Then, she also looked at the portrait on the wall, with a rare look of respect on her face:
"Great Imperial Master."
Beili Grand Master, Li Fenglian, a legendary figure from the previous generation, was the first and last Grand Master of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Someone like Qi Tianchen can only be called a national master, but not "big".
Suddenly, Li Hanyi seemed to notice something, turned around and slashed down with his sword, but then quickly retracted it.
Just because of the people behind me...
"...Mother?"
On the other side, Fang Ping also saw someone.
The man was thin, his black-rimmed glasses stuck on the bridge of his nose, and he looked lethargic.
The clothes are even more strange, the colors are extremely bright, there is a yellow sponge and a pink starfish printed on the chest, and they all have exaggerated facial features.
Fang Ping couldn't be more familiar with this person.
It’s the version of myself that was displayed at home in my previous life...
If you don’t want to make progress, don’t work, take out fried chicken and hamburgers, game controller with Coke, wake up and play and then go to bed tired.
If it weren't for the rental income from the three buildings, he would have died at home long ago.
"Hello, cousin 3 is here, do you want to have fun?" Fang Ping shook the handle and smiled greasyly.
"Yin——"
Suddenly a sword struck down, smashing him to pieces. Fang Ping's face froze, his body was cut in half from the middle, and his whole body was torn apart.
But no blood came out.
"you......"
"You are you and I am me," Fang Ping looked indifferent, "We have chosen different ways of living."
The figure turned into nothingness and disappeared, seemingly smiling at the end.
Everything returned to calm, and Fang Ping saw the real second level.
The portrait of the Grand Master was still hanging in front of him, and Li Hanyi was also beside him...but he just closed his eyes and cried.
"Miyingxiang, that's it."
Fang Ping glanced at the incense offering under the portrait and knew where the illusion had come from, and the structure on the second floor seemed to be some kind of formation.
Miying Xiangyu returned to the formation, and the combination of the two, no matter how strong the mind was, could not withstand it.
With a "pop" sound, the floor beneath Fang Ping's feet was pulled away, and he fell into the new room.