Chapter 404, The first seat of Yumai sleeps among the clouds, from sunny to cloudy and rainy...
In the main hall, the words of the Spiritual Sword Master fell.
The man in gray robe who stood respectfully had a look of surprise in his eyes.
He did not expect that this time when the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb was opened, the Lord Death Sword would be personally in charge.
Of course, he was just surprised, as he was not qualified enough to say anything.
He responded respectfully: "I sincerely obey the palace master's instructions."
Then he turned around and left the hall.
He stood up with his sword and headed towards a mountain peak in the distance.
The peak is low and inconspicuous among the Wanren Mountains.
There are countless densely packed 'small saplings' planted on it.
Wait until the man in gray robe approaches.
These 'little saplings' have just revealed their majesty, and they are all sharp swords!
Under the sunlight, countless sword edges did not emit their own brilliance.
Instead, it was extremely silent, like iron trees sticking up and down on the mountain peaks!
Because within the mountain peak, there is not only the sword, but also a layer of gloomy mist that makes it difficult for sunlight to penetrate.
This is a sword mountain!
A sword mountain without life and full of death.
At the same time, it also has a famous name, Wanrenlingjian Palace and Wanjian Tomb!
The man in gray robe stood outside the peak and said respectfully: "Report to the sword master, the palace master has spoken."
"This time the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is opened, please personally take charge."
Immediately, an indifferent voice sounded in his ear, "Yeah."
Although there was only one word, the man in gray robe felt that he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold was biting.
Even before his eyes were in a daze for a moment, he turned around and left.
....
Time is ruthless and time flies by
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and a silent drizzle fell in the sky...
The Sword-seeking Peak, specially prepared for the opening of Wanjian Tomb, is already full of people.
Countless monks want to get their favorite divine sword here.
When it comes to weapon refining, basically all sects know how to do it, but when it comes to swords, Lingjian Palace ranks second, and no one dares to claim first place!
However, not all the people here are there, there are still many monks who show off their magical powers and come to control the sky.
There are many people who fly on clouds, fly with swords, directly control the air, and control other magical objects.
But the most eye-catching thing is the four monks standing above everyone.
In the east, a phoenix chariot pulled by two fourth-order white-feathered black birds stretched across the sky. Inside, sat a glamorous woman, dressed in colorful cloud clothes.
There is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows and eyes, and there is no trace of weakness in a woman.
Opposite him was a purple-robed Taoist who was concentrating with his eyes closed. Even with his eyes closed, he still gave people a feeling of calmness and self-power, with a thundercloud roaring beneath him.
To the south is a disciple of the Spirit Sword Palace, dressed in gray robes, with a cold expression and no fluctuation in his eyes.
In contrast, it seems to be full of vitality, with floating clouds floating in the sky, but the figures in it are not clear.
On Qiujian Peak, there were trembling figures. Although they were talking, they subconsciously did not dare to make any noise.
This is the Spirit Sword Palace. If you offend these madmen practicing swordsmanship, they will not reason with you, but just stab you with a sword.
Among the crowd, a pair of senior brothers were whispering.
The obviously older monk of the Transformation God sighed, "I didn't expect that people from several other states would also come to Wanjian Tomb this time."
"Senior brother, do you know them?" The young man on the side looked at the four people in Tianji with a look of envy in his eyes.
The god-transforming monk laughed at himself, "How could I recognize it?"
"I just heard about it."
Then he pursed his lips and said, "Well, the person sitting in the phoenix chariot should be Feng Nu, the successor of Yangzhou Xuanfeng Sword Sect."
"The one who rides the thunder cloud is the second method of Qianzhou Tiangang Sect."
"That one is Jian Shiyi from Immortal Sword Peak."
The young man followed his senior brother's words and looked at them one by one, and then landed on the last person.
"What about this one?"
"This person should be from Wanfa Sect's Yu lineage."
"I don't know who he is, but if he is on par with these three, he should be a strong caveman."
At the end of the sentence, the monk who transformed the spirit said earnestly: "Junior brother, please don't get too close to these people during this trip to the Sword Tomb. Remember this."
The young man nodded, "Junior brother understands."
But this conversation was overheard by Qi Fan, who was standing not far away.
His eyes were fixed on the figure among the clouds and mist.
A name flashed through my mind, 'The first seat of Yumai, the first seat of Xiao Jingyi (teng) Xiao.'
Then he thought of a joke that was circulated privately within the sect.
'The first one of the rain veins sleeps among the clouds, the sun turns cloudy and the rain continues...'
This sentence refers to Mr. Xiao.
Rumor has it that whenever he stays anywhere for more than half an hour.
Within the next few miles, no matter what the weather was last moment, there will definitely be rain.
There are even more exaggerated statements. Whether there is enough rain or not... is related to Xiao Shouzuo's mood at the time...
Qi Fan raised his hand, feeling the drizzle on his palm, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable look in his eyes.
'Is it a coincidence, or is it really so magical?'
But why didn't this happen when he appeared in Cangyan City?
I recalled the scene in Cangyan City with some doubts.
The sky is dark and the yin energy is heavy, although this is caused by the Tengu eclipsing the sun and the Yuan Magnetic Turning Yin Formation.
But looking at it from another perspective...this seems to be not too different from the prelude to a heavy rain...
Qi Fan couldn't help but feel surprised. If he had stayed at the first seat of the Five Meridians for a little longer...would there be a heavy rain???
This is a question with no answer.
At this time, a joke came from above Qingxiao, "I said, it's not good for whoever comes to be the leader of the Five Meridians, but why are you here?"
"The weather is fine, but it has to be so humid because of you."
After the words fell, a corner of the bead curtain tulle in the phoenix chariot was lifted, revealing a heroic face.
And among the clouds, a somewhat helpless voice came out, "Feng Nu, I have said this so many times."
"This rain has nothing to do with me!"
"It has nothing to do with you? You are a man called the Rain God? Do you believe this?" Feng Nu couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him.
Then he said again: "Even if you believe it yourself, ask the many fellow Taoists on the Sword-Seeking Peak, do they believe it?"
Hearing this, Qiu Jianfengshan suddenly smiled.
This is why they now know that this is the leader of Yumai who has the best temper, if it were any other person.
Just ask people on Sword Peak to dare to laugh like this? That will only make you unhappy.
At this time, a man's figure emerged from the clouds and mist, wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, with delicate features and a look of helplessness on his face.
"Feng Nu, are you funny? You always use the same words to tease me every time you see me."
"Can't you use a fresh term?"
"A fresh statement? What else do you want? The earth has been washed once by the drizzle. Isn't it still fresh?"
Xiao Jingqi's expression froze when he heard this. What he said made sense...there was no way to refute it.
Seeing his appearance like this, Feng Nu couldn't help but curl her lips, lowered the bead curtain and hid herself in the phoenix chariot.
[Author's digression]: I'm so helpless, the Cavern monster appears a bit frequently