Chapter 959: Holding the Sword and Controlling the Ink, Guessing Qi Hui
After exploring the sword, Yosaburo suddenly thought of something, his expression changed again, and he looked at Su Jing: "You... want her to use this sword to... make a black golden crow?!"
As he spoke, Yosaburo waved his hand fiercely and said resolutely: "Impossible, this approach will kill the little guy. As long as I am here, I will never mention this matter again."
After all, they were connected. As soon as Su Jingcai opened his mouth, Yang Sanlang guessed Ni Duan. However, since the two had never discussed the matter before, Yang Sanlang only guessed half of it right.
Yosaburo was already angry, but Su Jing smiled: "Can we not be so impatient? If you want to wave your hands and stamp your feet, wait until I finish what I have to say. Besides, I can't make up my mind, so I invite you to discuss it."
Yosaburo didn't say anything. The little golden crow on her head was more particular. She nodded to Su Dingding and gave a strange cry of "ga", echoing in time.
"The ink contained in the broken sword is too heavy," Su Jing continued: "At least for now, I don't want to or dare to move it, but someone in our family is brave and has been discussing with me recently, planning to move it.
This Mohist divine sword."
Su Jing waved his sleeves and called out Tu Wan. He reached out and patted the blond boy's head. Su Jing said to Yang Saburo, "That's him."
Yosaburo asked, "Just him?"
Su Jing took care of his family in Moye, there were boys and girls, big and small, among them the one with the highest cultivation level was none other than Su Jing. A few Nascent Souls were pretty good, but they were far behind him.
Tu Wan dared to take advantage of the broken sword that even Su Jing couldn't move?
Tu Wan came up with this idea.
Yang Sanlang became more interested, got a stone pier in front of him, sat down, and said to Su Jing, "Tell me about it." As he sat down, Yang Sanlang reached out and held Tu Wan on his lap.
Tu Wan's face suddenly changed... He looked like a baby. But he had never thought of himself as a doll, with a majestic sword, a proud immortal Buddha, and a woman holding him on his lap... Needless to say, he struggled with his life.
, but he was not as strong as Yang Sanlang. He struggled to escape. When he was angry, he felt the top of his head sinking slightly. The little golden crow jumped from Yang Sanlang's head to Tu Wan's head. It scratched the golden hair with its three paws and sat down.
, comfortable. Like a little hen lying on her nest.
Tu Wan quickly raised his hand to grab the golden crow on his head. The little golden crow wouldn't move away and pecked his hand with his mouth.
The three guys on the opposite side were making a fuss, and Su Jing said: "He wants to cultivate this sword, hold this sword, turn the power in the sword into his own use, and turn the broken sword into his own life."
Yang Sanlang hugged Tu Wan with one hand and combed his hair with the other. With her thoughts and knowledge, she could understand what Su Jing meant: "Fundamentally speaking, Tu Wan is the soul of the sword; this Mohist sword has
The body is powerful but soulless and unintentional. A lonely wild ghost meets an ownerless body, a match made in heaven... Is this what you want to say?"
Su Jingcai nodded, and Yang Sanlang sneered: "The truth is right... If you are determined to move the mountain, your descendants will have endless tribulations. Sooner or later, the time will come when you have to move the mountain... Just give your descendants endless tribulations.
Let’s look at it again after thousands of years have passed. The mountain is still unmoved! Mere principles are of no use, they are powerless, and the principles in your mouth are nothing more than empty words and bragging.”
Su Jing shook his head and patted the sword box: "Do you know who owns this Mohist sword?"
No need to tell the answer, Yosaburo knew it by looking at his words. He couldn't help but widen his eyes: "It can't be him, can it?" He pointed at the blond boy who was twisting and twisting on his lap.
Su Jingxiao: "Win! The Mohist Sword, a generation of divine weapon, fell into the field today and became mutilated. It was all thanks to Tu Wan!"
Yosaburo laughed in surprise, lowered his head and said to Tu Wan: "I can't tell. You had such abilities back then! So... once upon a time, baby, you were also the Yaotian Divine Sword!" As she said that, she stretched out her hand to pinch Yaotian.
The face of Excalibur.
Yaotian Shenjian's face turned dark. He couldn't break free from Yang Sanlang's arms, couldn't knock her hand away, and couldn't get rid of the little golden crow on his head. Fortunately, Yang Sanlang didn't go too far, and let go after pinching twice. He said to Su Jing:
"Even if Tu Wan is extraordinary, even if he was not weaker than the Black Sword back then, that was in the past and has little relevance to the present. Now his soul is far different from the Black Color in the Broken Sword and cannot be controlled. Little Crow
If you try to lift a mountain, you have no chance and will only smash yourself against the rock."
Su Jing shook his head and replied: "Tu Wan Tong Jie Mo Se. I don't know much about Tu Wan's previous life, and he himself can't remember much. Only one thing he is very sure about, and I truly believe that: he once read time for a long time.
He fought fiercely with the Mo giant spirit here! The number of the Mo giant spirit, the Mo army, and the Mo family's weapons that he fought were far greater than you and I could imagine. He hated Mo as much as he hated him, but he also truly understood his enemy. The five-year-old baby was in charge of the Qianli family property.
Ordinary children are not competent, but what if this child is very good at business and knows the family's industry well? It may not be impossible to give it a try... This is a risky move, but this is Tu Wan's intention, and I support it."
Tu Wan wanted to do something beyond his own capabilities, and Su Jing supported it because of the following: practice in danger. Su Jing's own practice did not come from these five words.
Therefore, if the younger generation wants to practice according to the ancient method, Su Jing helps to open the way; if the disciple wants to go to the Netherworld to practice, Su Jing will not stop him... Of course, taking risks is not to risk death. There must always be careful preparation and hope of success. Regarding the pros and cons, Su Jing
He had thought about it several times before, thinking that if he were Tu Wan, he would also keep an eye on this black sword.
In this case, why bother to stop it.
"However," Su Jing changed the topic: "Tu Wan's son Tu Wan can't do the practice of holding a sword. He needs the help of Zhengyang True Fire to hope to succeed... The fire noble essence he wants is not enough.
It’s much more expensive, but I can’t give it the purity of fire, not even until I fly to the Immortal.”
Su Jing practiced the Golden Crow Fire Technique and practiced diligently, and his flames became more and more pure, but in the end it could not be regarded as the true Golden Crow Yang Fire unless he could complete the twelve realms.
What Tu Wan wants is the purest Yang Fire.
Due to racial differences, although Xiao Jinwu's cultivation and combat power were far inferior to Su Jing's, their flames were purer and more intense than Su Jing's.
"Tu Wan's sword-handling, Xiao Jinwu helped him also practice, but for her, it was a different path. It was not like the other Golden Crows who practiced the sun to become a saint, but achieved a 'Conquering the Motian'
Wu'!"
Everything has two sides, positive and negative. The sun is the extreme of light, and the opposite of light is the ink color and the darkest. If you practice reverse and true cultivation, this kind of situation is almost extinct in the world today, but in ancient times there were many people who practiced fire.
To seek fire, those who cultivate wood plant wood on gold. It seems unbelievable and extremely difficult to cultivate, but once you truly cultivate it, it will definitely be a great achievement!
"Tu Wan has made up his mind, and I won't stop him. But Xiao Jinwu, I want to hear what you mean." After everything was explained clearly, Su Jing finally asked Yang Saburo.
Tu Wan and Su Qing's situations are very similar. The red-haired child went to the Middle-earth to "collect tribulations" for his own practice; the blond child did not want to follow Su Jing'an and do the Golden Crow practice. He is a sword, born in fire.
But he is not a fire cultivator. That long black sword is his opportunity and where his cultivation lies!
It used to be weak and out of my power, but now I have some capital and I don’t want to wait any longer to give it a try.
Yang Sanlang lost his initial impatience and gently stroked the little Golden Crow's crown with one hand. He lowered his head and pondered for a while. Then he raised his head and said, "Five years. Let Tu Wan wait for another five years."
Five years have passed. With a snap of the finger, Tu Wan could afford to wait. Hearing that Yosaburo agreed to the matter, the blond boy was so happy that he could bear the bullying.
Although Su Jing agreed to take risks to perform meritorious deeds, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest. He continued to ask Yang Saburo for details: "What method do you plan to teach her in five years?"
Su Jing thought that she was going to spend five years helping Xiao Jinwu refine his cultivation. In the future, Xiao Jinwu would have a greater chance of success or self-protection if he went to 'handle the sword' with Tu Wan.
Unexpectedly, Yosaburo laughed: "Not to mention five years, even if I train for another five hundred years, I will not hand over the little Golden Crow to Tu Wan. There may be fights between companions in the Golden Crow lineage, but there is no reason to send fellow members to die.
, I want Xiao Jinwu to follow Tu Wan to wield the sword. I just said: You all should give up this idea!"
Su Jing was confused: "What do you mean?"
"Five years is the time for me to hand over the first sun in the sky to the little Golden Crow. When she can control the first sun alone, I can step aside and help the blond boy control the sword." Yang Sanlang laughed loudly: "Su Jing, what you said
Those words were all useless. Only four words moved my heart - Yu Mo Tianwu!"
The 'casting the sun to become a saint' which was completely certain and the 'Conquering the Mo Tianwu' which was completely uncertain, Yang Saburo would actually be tempted by the latter...nothing else, just because Yang Saburo was proud. There is a sun in the golden crow in the sky, so even if she practiced
There is nothing strange about the day when it comes true. The golden crow cannot be cast by the blazing sun.
But if you create a black sun, or harness the contradictory power of the true sun, and turn yourself into the righteous, how proud will you be among your fellow tribesmen! If there is an opportunity in front of you, should you avoid it or embrace it? Saburo is proud.
After saying that, before Su Jing had time to speak, Tu Wan, who was sitting on Yang Sanlang's lap, burst into laughter and beamed with joy! Compared to Xiao Jinwu, Yang Sanlang was even better, and she was sure of the success of Sword Infant if she was willing to take action.
A little bigger.
Su Jing was still a little worried. The sun in the sky was related to whether Moye's vitality could be restored and it would be handed over to the Little Golden Crow. He had to worry about the progress of casting the sun in the future. Yosaburo knew his worries and shook his head and said: "Don't worry, at the beginning of the day
Once it's done, it's time to turn the orbit into a sky and survey the sky. What follows is often a lot of stupid skills. As long as she's not too stupid, she won't be much different from me in what she can do."
What else is there to say? Everyone wants and gets what they need. It is a happy situation for everyone.
After the matter was settled, Yang Sanlang did not rush back to heaven immediately, but started another topic: "The Mo family's broken sword, Tu Wan's sword spirit...how much do you know about the past?"
"I can't talk about understanding, but I have some guesses." Su Jing cleared his throat and expressed his thoughts.
In the territory of Qingdeng, an ignorant girl has been carving a giant statue of the innocent great sage for thousands of years; a noodle-eating master points out the living sword tomb and dragon sword, and a complete set of materials for Jiangshan Sword Domain to refine the 'Tianwichang Dan' is hidden in the shoe. Two natives in the lamp
, has a great connection with the Great Sage Tianzhen, Jiangshan Sword Master. True disciple? Right-hand man? Bloodline of the closest relative?
It is unknown, but the close relationship is certain.
Just because Tu Wan entered Su Jing's body, the two mysterious figures in the lamp with extraordinary abilities became very close to Su Jing, and even Patriarch Lu took advantage of it.
In the depths of the West Sea, the skyscraper ancient temple sank to the bottom of the sea, and the shadow monk guarded the ruined temple alone. When he was about to die, Su Jing was guided by Tu Wan, and went all the way west to the remains of the ancient temple. Later, a series of fierce battles broke out, and he fought against the evil Buddha.
Killing the kangaroo, but all the fighting was an afterthought. Back then, Tu Wan hurriedly took Su Jing to the West Sea just to save the shadow monk.
Who is the Shadow Monk?
A generation of living Buddhas, the shadow of the blind monk in the Motian Temple, and the descendant of the divine monk.
Enough, enough to see the relationship between Tu Wan and the ancient sages of the Fifth Circle - Nanhuang Tianzhen, the master of the Sword Domain, the blind monk of Baosha... The four major forces of the Middle Earth that fought against the Black Giant Spirit army in ancient times, Tu Wan's old acquaintances
, close friends, three of the four.
There are only three-body beasts from the Netherworld. It has not been shown to have any relationship with Tu Wan, but Su Jing still remembers one thing: in the west border of the Netherworld, and to the west of the West Immortal Pavilion, in the ruined Zhenjun Temple,
Emperor Zu collected all the corpses of tens of thousands of ink giant spirits in one bowl. The scenery in that bowl was only glimpsed but will never be forgotten.
Who can see through the scenery in Zu Lele's bowl? It wasn't Tu Wan who came to the rescue and washed Su Jing's eyes. In other words, the seriously injured Sanshenqiao in the bowl received Tu Wan's intention and opened a line to allow Su Jing to enter.
View.
The four giants are all familiar with Sword Soul Tu Wan.
Tu Wan regards Mo Se as his lifelong enemy. No matter how weak the sword spirit is, as long as he encounters Mo Se's troubles, Tu Wan will explode, even if the power is irreversible!
So Su Jing began to guess, guessing Tu Wan's origins: If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your weapons. In order to fight against the invasion of the ink giant army, the four masters of immortals, saints, Buddhas and ghosts joined forces to forge a sword.
The superior sword is specially made to kill the ink spirit!
It's not just a random guess. There is another reason why Su Jing dares to think this way: the name of the sword.
Wherever the Black Giant Spirit goes, all life is lost, the sun goes out and the moon sets, and the great world is forever plunged into a dead night.
Tu Wan and Hui Ye are nothing but enemies.
Based on all the previous clues, Su Jing dared to say that the name of the sword is the origin of the long sword! The long sword was made specifically for Tu Wan, and it was born specifically for Tu Wan, so the sword was named Tu Wan.
Su Jing told the guess as a story, and Yang Saburo listened with interest, nodding from time to time: "Go on."
When someone heard this, Su Jing continued to guess. In ancient times, the Mo giant suffered a big loss in the Middle-earth. The fact that the Middle-earth could win that battle was easily attributed to the four giants. Since Tu Wan was the one they specially designed to deal with the Mo
The magical sword made by the giant spirit will definitely cause huge damage to the black giant spirit.
"I even think that even if the four great sages of ancient times are no longer there, as long as Tu Wan is at peace, China will still be able to fight against the Ink Giant. In other words, if you want to destroy China, you must first defeat Tu Wan...
....The rest is really just a guess, and it’s just a wild guess, and you still want to listen?" Su Jing blinked and asked Yosaburo.
"Speak quickly, speak quickly." Yang Sanlang waved his hand to urge Su Jing.
Little Jinwu nodded vigorously, which was regarded as helping Yang Sanlang. Even Tu Wan himself said "hmm", he couldn't remember his own things, and the blond boy felt that it was fun to listen to Su Jing's "guessing", it seemed like the real thing
of.
"If you want to destroy the Middle Earth, you must first break Tu Wan. How? You have to find a magical sword that can rival Tu Wan, so I have this sword." Su Jing stretched out his hand and patted it again.
The Box of Broken Swords.
Yosaburo understood it thoroughly: "In order to fight against Tu Wan, the pickled giant spirit also forged a fierce sword."
"Yes, the sword was forged, and it went to the Middle Earth to compete with Tu Wan for supremacy. The two swords were burned together. Tu Wan's sword body was destroyed and only the soul of the sword was left. The Mo sword sword lost its soul, and the sword body was broken, and it became a dead thing from then on.
Falling into the middle earth. To put it another way...if my guess comes true, Tu Wan was born to kill the Black Giant Spirit, but the remaining sword in the box was born to destroy Tu Wan."
At this point, Su Jing laughed: "The Mo sword was born for Tu Wan, and now this sword is refined and wielded by Tu Wan... This is not destined! Since it is destined, there is no need to stop Tu Wan.
Night."
"I hope you can succeed." Su Jing looked at Tu Wan with bright eyes.
Su Jing hoped that he would succeed. If nothing unexpected happened, Mo Jingling would at least try to find this ancient sword that was left in the Middle-earth world. When they found out that this sword was actually controlled by the World-Protect Divine Sword in Middle-earth, their expressions changed.
It must be wonderful;
Su Jing hoped that he would succeed, and that one day the war would resume. Mo Jiling discovered that his ancestors forged a fine sword in order to massacre the Chinese people. It turned out that it was also so sharp for killing "one of our own", and the expression on his face must be wonderful;
Su Jing hopes that he will succeed. If possible, Su Jing will try his best to fly to the immortal world and visit the Mo family's lair... Tu Wan will master the Mo sword and if he masters the Mo sword, he can become bigger in the Southern Wilderness with the help of the Great Sage Jue.
Saint; with the big red robe, he is a judge in the netherworld; with the painting of Guixian, he is an ancestor in the world. With this sharp sword, Su Jing has great desire to be his own person with the Mo giant spirit. How happy it is.
thing!
After talking about the serious business and talking about the wild guesses, Yang Sanlang was satisfied and took the little golden crow back to Jiuxiao to do their homework.
Five years later, Su Jing took Tu Wan through another practice of "empty body and real cultivation". Tu Wan looked a little older, but children aged five, six and seven didn't look much different. Su
Jing also couldn't tell how old the little guy was now.
Five years later, Yosaburo landed as promised, and Su Jing also woke up from his trance, looking up at the rising sun in the sky that could only be called a 'star': "How about the little Golden Crow?"
"You're competent enough, don't worry. How are you doing there?" Yosaburo asked. Su Jing didn't need to answer. The blond boy who had just jumped out of his body and came to greet Yosaburo said, "Great!"
Yosaburo smiled: "You can't stay outside for long, go in and talk."
The Golden Crow woman and the blond sword baby escaped into the Great Sage's Cave. Su Jing also sent the sword box into the Great Sage. In the evil world, the Great Sage's Cave was considered Tu Wan's territory. After entering, Tu Wan didn't need to speak anymore. He just relied on
'Transfer' and 'Read God' will allow you to have a pleasant chat with Yosaburo.
It didn't take much time. Yang Sanlang and Tu Wan couldn't compete with each other to burn the incense. Tu Wan raised his hand and smashed the sword box, then took Yang Sanlang's hand, and the two of them quickly spun into brilliant gold, gold and red.
A bright brilliance escaped into the hilt of the broken sword... In just a moment, the two of them flew back into the cave sky from the sword, breathing rapidly and looking miserable.
But after landing, Yang Saburo let out a low roar, and the tall woman suddenly turned into a cloud of flames, directly surrounding Tu Wan. At the same time, sharp and sharp intent bloomed from Tu Wan's body, swimming among the flames. It was not a battle of skills.
, but each should demonstrate their strengths and practice together.
The fire started, the sword started. After three breaths, Sanlang put away the fire and Tu Wan put away the sword. The two escaped again and rushed into Mo Jian...
Su Jing's help is no longer needed for the following matters, that is the cultivation of Golden Crow and Sword Soul themselves.
"The shadow monk entered the world to meditate, the Su Qing boy practiced the calamity in the middle earth, the little Golden Crow practiced making the sun in the sky, and Tu Wan and Yang Sanlang went to the Canjian to make swords and control the ink." In the world of Moye, there are no
Listening to An An quietly sleeping next to Su Jing, Su Jing chatted with a smile: "Once upon a time, I had eleven souls, twelve souls, and thirteen souls in my body... The whole family was busy, but now I only have my own soul left.
Already."
All these people share the same destiny with Su Jing, but no one is attached to the Lord. Everyone has their own practice and efforts, and in the end, all will benefit!