Chapter 208 The former sword master!
In the Sword Cave, the biting cold wind mixed with the sharp sword intent came like thin needles pricking the skin.
After Ran Qingchen entered the sword cave, the scene in front of her shocked her.
I saw many sword corpses lying on the ground.
The stone doors to the secret rooms that I saw before were all open, as if they had been robbed by robbers.
"Jiang Mo!"
Ran Qingchen was stunned for a moment and shouted hurriedly.
But no one answered.
Ran Qingchen shouted several times in succession, but no one responded, and her heart sank involuntarily.
Could it be that... Jiang Mo is dead?
The woman turned pale.
She pursed her pink lips, held the sword tightly, and cast her careful eyes on the ground like a web, searching carefully. She silently prayed that the other party was fine, and regretted that she had not been able to stop him before. .
Suddenly, a cold light struck.
Ran Qingchen ducked sideways, but a sword corpse suddenly attacked.
At the same time, the heads of the sword corpses that were originally decapitated slowly merged with the broken necks scattered on the ground.
The corpses with swords suddenly stood upright, their eyes glowed fiercely again, as if they were coming back from the dead.
After sensing the aura of a living person, he attacked Ran Qingchen.
Ran Qingchen was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to block.
But as more and more sword corpses stood up on the ground, Ran Qingchen was restrained by his cultivation and became increasingly powerless. He had almost no power to fight back and could only avoid it as much as possible.
During this period, she had several opportunities to escape, but in the end she missed it because of hesitation.
The hesitation was because of Jiang Mo.
She still had a glimmer of hope in her heart that she could find the other person.
However, it was this hesitation that put her into a complete dilemma. Soon the woman's clothes gradually turned scarlet, and scars appeared. Every moment, life and death hung on a thread, and dangers surrounded her.
Are you going to die here?
The woman is a little desperate inside.
It's magical to think about it, one day I will lose my life for a man.
At this moment, Ran Qingchen suddenly felt regretful.
It’s not that I regretted rushing in to save Jiang Mo, but that I regretted not trying to accept this husband, at least I won’t have any regrets after his death.
Let it go but not let go, never give up.
She was born to be a woman with extremely contradictory psychology.
From the moment she became sensible, she vowed to follow her mother's path.
And this road is destined to be lonely.
Because she once watched her father lying alone on the hospital bed, her eyes always looking forward to something, but in the end she closed her eyes with regret... At that time, she only felt that her father was very pitiful.
Although there were various rumors outside, she always firmly believed that her mother loved her father.
But my mother eventually left her father behind.
So she was very scared, afraid that if she really fell in love with Jiang Mo, one day she would become like her mother, what would Jiang Mo do at that time, and she would be hurt like her father...
< br>To pursue love, you have to let go of your ideals, give up the opportunity to rectify your mother's name, and give up the kendo you have been pursuing since childhood.
To pursue ideals, you have to give up love and let go of all worldly love.
Contradiction.
It’s really contradictory.
Ran Qingchen is always confused. Even if she realizes the state of "emptiness of love", she is still in a state of confusion.
I don’t know whether my own path is right or wrong.
But she had a deep intuition that if she made the wrong choice, she would definitely lose something.
So she could only bite the bullet and go down.
Just like she answered Jinxiu, if something goes wrong one day, it will have to be wrong.
When the woman was finally exhausted and almost unable to hold the sword, and was about to face death, suddenly the sword corpse in front of her fell down, and then all the other sword corpses around her were decapitated by a long sword.
The familiar figure suddenly appeared.
The opponent chopped off the sword corpses one by one like chopping melons and vegetables.
Why did this bastard... suddenly become so powerful?
Ran Qingchen twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes blurred, and all the scenes gradually blurred in her eyes.
The woman's body staggered back involuntarily, her steps were frivolous, just like a leaf drifting in the wind, swaying.
When she fell to the ground, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her slender waist, holding her soft body firmly, and then she was pulled into a warm and solid embrace.
"Did I say you are a fool? Are you here to die?"
Jiang Shouzhong glared at the other party.
Ran Qingchen was lost for a moment, stretched out his hand to touch the other person's cheek, and then showed a self-deprecating smile: "I am such a fool, how could I come to save you, a bastard."
"It's really stupid."
Jiang Shouzhong had no choice but to take out a pill and give it to the other party, carrying the woman on his back.
Out of the Sword Cave, everyone outside is still waiting.
Seeing Jiang Shouzhong coming out with Ran Qingchen, who was covered in injuries, everyone looked stunned, most of them in disbelief.
The level of shock exceeded that of the time Jiang Shouzhong appeared just now.
You must know that when they saw Jiang Shouzhong come out unharmed just now, they thought they had seen a ghost. Later they speculated that there was something wrong with the sword corpse and stopped attacking, so that Jiang Shouzhong could escape unscathed.
But looking at the current situation of Ran Qingchen, everyone looked at each other with horror in their hearts.
Since there is no problem with the sword corpse, how did Jiang Mo escape?
“Put me down.”
Feeling the eyes of everyone, Ran Qingchen suppressed the inexplicable emotions and whispered with a red face.
Jiang Shouzhong carefully placed her in an open area and leaned her back against the trees.
"Master Fang!"
Jiang Shouzhong stared coldly at Fang Maoshan, who was rushing over, "Do you have to give me an explanation? It's such a good test, why did all the sword corpses go out? Released? Are you planning to kill Master Ran and me?"
In fact, Jiang Shouzhong opened the secret room in order to collect property.
But now the other party has to bear the blame.
Fang Maoshan kept wiping cold sweat, "I have sent people to investigate. Maybe... maybe there are some problems with the formation."
This situation has never happened before in Mingjian Villa. Fang Maoshan was completely at a loss and could only look at Mo Bailing for help, hoping that he would go to his father to find a solution.
"There is something wrong with the formation? Or are you trying to kill me on purpose?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked around and suddenly asked, "Where is your wife?"
Fang Maoshan defended: "My wife...has nothing to do with this matter."
Jiang Shouzhong twitched the corner of his mouth and was about to speak when an old and hoarse voice suddenly came from mid-air, "The Hidden Sword Tower will choose five treasures on its own. If Mr. Jiang is unwilling, Mingjian Villa will have no choice but to send the guests away by force."
“Father!”
Fang Maoshan looked in the direction of the Blood Sword Pond, his expression suddenly changed.
He looked at Mo Bailing again, who said expressionlessly: "This is the master's decision."
Fang Maoshan moved his lips but said nothing.
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment, then leaned close to Ran Qingchen and asked in a low voice: "What do you think? Is it okay?"
Ran Qingchen said calmly: "I got into trouble because I saved you. I asked for it. "There is no need for Mingjian Villa to compensate me. He is compensating you, you can make your own decision. But Mr. Fang has a bad temper and he will not bargain with you."
Jiang Shouzhong said to Mo. Bering said: "Okay, plus the two magic weapons promised to me earlier, there are seven pieces now. Oh, by the way... there are those things."
The big man next to Lieutenant General Jiang Shou He picked up the sack and said, "Master Ran told me just now that I can take away the things found in the secret room."
Looking at the sack, Fang Maoshan's face twitched slightly, feeling very distressed.
There are many talismans and elixirs inside.
Mo Bailing smiled and nodded, "Indeed."
Mo Bailing didn't feel bad, because the real value in the Sword Cave was not these, but the sword corpses...
And the "Immortal Sword" buried in the Sword Cave.
With this sword, you can control the sword corpse.
Two thousand years ago, a famous swordsmith, Xiang Muzi, after a certain general killed 100,000 enemy soldiers, refined all 100,000 of his corpses and forged an "immortal sword".
Any living person who touches this sword will immediately become a sword corpse.
Although after so many years, the sword has lost a lot of death energy, no one can still hold it for a long time.
During the previous dynasty, Mingjian Villa almost suffered a disaster. In the end, the owner of the villa forcibly pulled out the "Immortal Sword" and led the sword corpse to kill the enemy and save Mingjian Villa.
But he also lost his life because of it.
After treatment failed, he eventually became a sword corpse.
And despite the fact that these sword corpses only have the strength of the second-level martial artist, once they leave the magic circle, their cultivation level will be bound to the sword holder, only one level lower.
After agreeing to Jiang Shouzhong’s request, Mo Bailing led everyone to the Blood Sword Pond.
At this time, only Jiang Shouzhong and Master Yuantong of Jingang Temple are qualified to take the third test.
As we got closer and closer to the Blood Sword Pond, a faint fishy wind filled the air.
When he was approaching the gate, Mo Bailing suddenly stopped, smiled at Jiang Shouzhong and Master Yuantong and said, "Two of you, due to some reasons, the originally planned third level of the 'Asking the Sword' test has been cancelled, and you two will compete. , the winner can enter the Blood Sword Pool and take away the Dragon Slaying Sword."
Jiang Shouzhong looked ugly, "Is this deliberately trying to mess with me?"
Don't look at this Yuantong monk. He looks kind, but his strength is definitely much stronger than Murong Cricket.
He really wasn’t sure he could beat the opponent.
Mo Bailing took out a copper coin and said with a smile: "Asking for a sword also depends on luck. My copper coin has words on one side and no words on the other. The two of them can only choose one side. Who guesses correctly? , who decides the rules of the competition, whether it’s a fight or a poem, it depends on the winner.”
Mo Bailing showed the copper coin to the two of them. It was indeed smooth on one side and had writing on the other.
He deliberately turned his back, put the copper coin on the back of his left hand, then pressed it with his right hand, turned around and said, "You two, please guess."
"Donor Jiang , please.”
Master Yuantong smiled and raised his hand.
Jiang Shouzhong was too lazy to write ink, so he just guessed, "I guess there is a word."
"That poor monk has no words." Master Yuantong said with a smile.
Others also nervously came forward to check.
As Mo Bailing slowly took his right hand away, he saw that the copper coin displayed in front of everyone was smooth and wordless.
Ran Qingchen and Yuan Anjiang looked disappointed.
"Master Yuantong won."
Mo Bailing said, "Next, let's ask Master Yuantong to specify the competition method, and the winner can enter the blood sword pool to get the sword."
Jiang Shouzhong Helpless, he moved his wrist and said, "Come on the mage."
At worst, there will be another fight.
Monk Yuantong smiled and shook his head, "There is no need to fight. The poor monk doesn't like fighting and killing, so the poor monk will take a trick and talk about Zen and Taoism with Donor Jiang. If Donor Jiang can make the poor monk If the monk is convinced, the poor monk will admit defeat."
After hearing the monk's words, everyone knew the result.
As a monk of Kongang Temple, although his ability to talk about Taoism is not as good as that of Wuzen Temple, he is still a professional after all, and ordinary people are no match at all.
Yuan Anjiang laughed and scolded: "You monk is so shameless."
"No way, a poor monk can only do this."
Yuantong smiled apologetically.
Jiang Shouzhong didn't have much objection to this monk. After all, Zhang Yunwu's master was a monk from Jingang Temple. He said, "Okay, it's just nonsense anyway."
Yantong nodded lightly and asked: "I dare to ask Donor Jiang, what is the true scripture."
Jiang Shouzhong thought for a moment and said: "In my opinion, the so-called true scripture is the ultimate method that can achieve the Nirvana of Silence."
Yuantong smiled and asked again, "May I ask, how can a poor monk obtain the true scripture?"
You have to ask the girls at Chunyu Tower for advice.
Jiang Shouzhong secretly complained, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Don't talk about destiny when you understand the Tao, and don't take the true scriptures for practice."
Yuantong frowned slightly, and then asked: "You don't take the true scriptures for practice, and you practice What kind of practice? "
Jiang Shouzhong was silent for a while and said: "To become a Buddha is to seek enlightenment and knowledge. The law arises from the heart. Those who practice it control the mind with law.
Those who have faith and have no evidence will not suffer bad consequences, but they will live in the mind of cause and effect, and they will not be ignorant of cause and effect. Living without abiding, without desires and desires, without discipline and discipline, this is nirvana."
Yuantong's body trembled, and he stared at Jiang Shouzhong closely.
He opened his mouth to ask something else, but ended up silent.
For a long time, he clasped his hands and bowed respectfully, and said mockingly: "I shouldn't ask this, poor monk. If Master Jiang has time to come to Vajra Temple, I believe Brother Shen Tong will like you. Mr. Poor Monk Farewell."
After that, Monk Yuantong bowed to everyone and turned to leave.
Everyone was confused and confused.
What's going on?
The monk actually lost?
Ran Qingchen walked next to Jiang Shouzhong and asked curiously: "What do you mean by those words?"
Jiang Shouzhong smiled and said: "It's very simple. Cultivation is to use reason to manage sensibility. , do what you should do. Enlightenment is to use emotion to guide reason. For example, I can do whatever I want, and then reflect on myself after making a mistake... In short, you don’t have wisdom and don’t understand.”
“You. If you have wisdom, then you can become a monk."
Ran Qingchen gave him a cute look.
Jiang Shouzhong's eyes lit up at the little daughter's coquettish manner. He wanted to make some jokes again, but he held back.
At this time, everyone looked at Jiang Shouzhong with more complicated eyes.
What kind of monster is this guy?
Mo Bailing was also stunned for a long time. He lowered his head and thought for a moment and then smiled and said: "Congratulations to Young Master Jiang for winning. Please follow me to the Blood Sword Pond to get the sword."
He turned to look at Everyone said, "The Blood Sword Pond is not open to outsiders. You might as well go back to the lobby and wait. If you are a guest, I will give you a gift at My Name Sword Villa."
"That good relationship is not in vain." Yuan Anjiang grinned and said happily.
Now that Jiang Mo has taken the dragon-slaying sword, their mission has been completed. Yuan Anjiang feels that he is the biggest contributor. After all, he was the one who pulled Jiang Mo onto the carriage.
......
Under the leadership of Mo Bailing, Jiang Shouzhong came to the Blood Sword Pond.
The Blood Sword Pond is not big, with a radius of only ten feet, and the water in the pond shows a strange dark red color. The sharp rocks on the edge of the pool are staggered like sword blades and are dark red in color.
In the middle of the blood pool, a huge stone sword stood.
The tip of the sword was submerged in the pool water, and the sword body was mottled and covered with traces of time, but it still revealed a cold and murderous aura.
“Master, Mr. Jiang is here.”
Mo Bailing saluted respectfully towards the huge stone sword.
Jiang Shouzhong saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the stone sword.
The old man has disheveled hair, an extremely old face, and wrinkles like criss-crossing ravines. He is dressed in a blood-red robe with mottled colors. From a distance, he looks like a skeleton sitting there cross-legged.
Is this the real owner of Mingjian Villa?
Jiang Shouzhong was secretly frightened and clasped his fists and said, "Jiang Mo has met Mr. Fang."
"Mr. Jiang, I want to ask you a question." Mr. Fang spoke slowly, his voice Low and hoarse.
Jiang Shouzhong said: "Master Fang, please ask me."
"How does it feel to be a dead person?" Patriarch Fang opened his eyes, and the slits in his eyes were so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through the other person.
Jiang Shouzhong's head couldn't help but trembled violently, as if he was gently brushed by an invisible blade. His whole body was instantly enveloped by a fierce and unparalleled sword intent. The chill penetrated his bones and the pores all over his body were tightened. .
Jiang Shouzhong resisted the overwhelming aura and said in a deep voice: "Only the dead know."
Fang Lao Patriarch stared at the other party for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes.
"Send the sword."
The pressure on Jiang Shouzhong disappeared suddenly and he was sweating profusely.
A slight ripple floated in the blood pool, and then a thin sword the size of a little finger appeared in front of Jiang Shouzhong, floating quietly in the air.
This...is the Dragon Slaying Sword?
Jiang Shouzhong was confused.
Such a small sword cannot match the momentum of the word "dragon slaying".
Mo Bailing explained: "Before the demise of the previous dynasty, there was an underground palace built in Qingzhou, with a dragon and a phoenix trapped on the altar. Later, the dragon and phoenix escaped and caused harm to the world. It was my Mingjian Villa who took action, using two swords respectively. The newly forged sword killed them.
One was called the 'Dragon Slaying Sword', and the other was called the 'Feng Slaying Sword'. Once the two swords were combined, they were more powerful. Unfortunately, the Phoenix Slaying Sword was destroyed. It was stolen from the clan, and now it has been recognized as the master of the Tianyao Sect, Qu Hongling."
Qu Hongling, right? Remember it.
If you encounter them in the future, just grab them directly, and you won’t have any conscience burden towards witches and the like.
Jiang Shouzhong reached out and touched the dragon-slaying sword.
The latter turned into a stream of light, wrapped around his little finger, and turned into a ring.
“Not bad, easy to carry.”
Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes lit up.
Mo Bailing found another Sword Formation and handed it to Jiang Shouzhong, "This Dragon Slaying Sword Formation was created by the descendants of Mingjian Villa. It has nothing to do with the Dragon Slaying Sword, and its practice is also more complicated.
At least ten masters of the Heavenly Desolate Realm are required to practice. At least, our Famous Sword Villa does not have this ability at the moment. ”
Mo Bailing's tone was solemn.
There are several masters in the Desolate Realm in Mingjian Villa now.
Jiang Shouzhong put the sword formation secret book into his arms.
It seems that the dragon-slaying sword formation will not be used against the green dragon this time.
After Jiang Shouzhong took the sword and left, the owner of the village, Fang Maoshan, walked in and complained bitterly: "Dad, there are not many magic weapons in the village at the moment. It's just a gift of the dragon-slaying sword. I also have to give He sent seven pieces..."
"Maoshan, how long can Mingjian Villa last?"
The old head of the Fang family asked.
Fang Maoshan was stunned, lowered his head and remained silent.
Old Patriarch Fang sighed softly,
If the eldest daughter hadn't died early, why would the villa's important responsibilities be left to this cowardly younger son.
It's a pity that the three grandchildren are also embarrassed to take on the important task.
The eldest grandson asked for a sword but failed to return. The second grandson was born with a disability. Although the younger grandson received guidance from the sword demon, he ultimately lacked talent.
And the whereabouts of the granddaughter are unknown.
How long can this Sword Villa... last?
Looking at his son's self-reproaching look, Patriarch Fang showed a wry smile and said disappointedly and tiredly: "Silly son, there are already many ghosts and ghosts hidden in the village, even yours Madam, I am no longer your wife..."
"What!?"
Fang Maoshan was shocked.
Old Patriarch Fang gently moved his skinny fingers.
Several small swords rose into the air and turned into streaks of light flying over the bleeding sword pool.
……
In the stone room outside the Sword Cave, an old dwarf was humming a ditty, recalling the body of the owner's wife.
Suddenly, a blood flower bloomed between the eyebrows.
The old man fell to the ground and died with his eyes open.
Immediately afterwards, other outsiders hiding in the villa, or disciples and elders preparing to betray, all had their heads exploded at the same time.
……
In the fragrant boudoir, Xing Shuang'er was taking a bath.
The woman's face was livid, she washed away the dirt on her body, gritted her teeth and secretly hated Jiang Mo for his fate.
A flying sword passed between her eyebrows without any warning.
The woman stared, her head slowly tilted back, hanging on the edge of the tub.
At the same time, a black mist emerged from her body.
The black mist gradually condensed into a shape similar to a gecko monster.
Luo Mingtang, one of the monster's split souls, stared at the location of the Blood Sword Pond and sighed: "He is indeed the famous sword master of the past. He is awesome."
Whoosh!
Another flying sword flew over.
The monster was torn apart in an instant, and its soul was scattered.
(End of this chapter)