Chapter 778: Raising an Army to Punish the Culprit? The Old Swordsman Will Teach You How to Behave!

Xiao Wanfeng: ? ? ?

At this moment, he felt that he was hallucinating.

There was a hint of uncontrollable irritation and determination in the voice of Xuan Cang Sword Spirit.

This was very much like when a child was beaten by his peers when he was young, and he wanted to go home to find his father to vent his anger...

Xiao Wanfeng thought of this and hurriedly stopped, sweating profusely.

"Xiao Wanfeng, Xiao Wanfeng, you really dare to think, and you still want to find your father. Do you think you have lived too long?" He scolded himself in his heart.

The sword spirit of Xuan Cang Sword chose him, which was something he dared not dream of.

Xiao Wanfeng thought about the other party's request and vaguely felt that he understood something.

That night, as a sword holder with four swords, the holy slave Xu Xiaoshou's sword suppressed the Xuan Cang Sword, resulting in the fact that the sword spirit has not disappeared so far?

This is an extremely naive idea.

Xiao Wanfeng is reserved about whether this is true.

But listening to the tone of Xuan Cang Sword Spirit...

If it is!

It's just what if...

Xiao Wanfeng felt that if it was the case, then Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou was too strong. How could he force Xuan Cang Divine Sword to such a desperate state?

Everyone has a good self-esteem.

But Xiao Wanfeng knew his own strengths and weaknesses. He was very self-aware.

With his own qualifications, at best, he was just a piece of stuff that could only make Mr. Siren take a second look. How could Xuan Cang Divine Sword choose him?

Besides, it was on the back of Rao Yaoyao, the Seven Swordsman.

Opposite him was Mr. Siren, an old senior among the Seven Swordsmen.

Wouldn't it be better to choose these two people? Why did he have to choose me?

Am I that important?

Suddenly, Xiao Wanfeng thought of what Xuan Cang Sword Spirit had said before. He asked anxiously, "Senior, from what you said, except for Grandpa You Tu and the Eighth Sword Immortal, no one in this era can communicate with you?"

Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "Yes."

Xiao Wanfeng was startled, thinking that it was indeed...

Or he had taken it for granted. Xuan Cang Sword was just hungry and didn't choose what to eat. How could there be a story like "I am very special, I am the son of destiny"?

Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "And you."

Click.

Xiao Wanfeng was petrified on the spot.

Soon he was freed from the petrified state, his lips stammered 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, all other parts of his body were like convulsions, spasming.

"Huh~"

After a long time, Xiao Wanfeng let out a breath and regained his composure. He replied solemnly in his mind, "Senior, wait for me."

Say nothing else.

Unlike most people who are chosen by the sword, they are not so excited that they say, "Why 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.

It has been like this for more than ten years.

He knows that Rao Jianxian still has a mission at this moment.

The Xuancang Sword was invited out of the Holy Temple, and it must have its mission.

In addition, he is really insignificant at this time, and under the hidden sword, he has no combat power at all.

The Xuancang Sword can invite him at this time, which is a choice beyond the bottom line.

As the sword spirit said, as the third person invited in this era.

Xiao Wanfeng does not think that he has the strong cultivation of Grandpa Youtu, who was able to be the former master of the Holy Temple with seven swords.

He also does not think that he has the strong qualifications of Ba Zunan, who can achieve the magical three-breath innate and three-year sword immortal.

It took him more than ten years to practice swordsmanship and comprehend the nine major swordsmanship.

Not a genius!

But I have tenacious perseverance.

Perhaps, this is why Xuancang Sword chose me.

Xiao Wanfeng was not like Youtu and Bazun'an, who chose to reject Xuancang Sword.

Only a fool would do that!

He didn't know the story between the Sword and the two.

But old man Youtu would refuse because it was unnecessary; Bazun'an would refuse because he already had four swords of the evil sword.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that Xuancang Sword also invited Youtu and Bazun'an when they were young.

Otherwise, the two would not have refused this great temptation.

But I am different...

Rao Yaoyao asked the sword to leave the Holy Temple, carried the sword to the first floor of the sky, and visited Mr. Siren.

At the same time, I wanted to work the night shift, which was a sudden impulse.

All of this was a coincidence, and there was not even a single guidance from Xuancang Sword.

And it was precisely because of these coincidences that Xuancang Sword could see me.

Xiao Wanfeng rejected Mei Siren's invitation to be his disciple because Mr. Siren wanted him to follow his own path.

But the sword is different.

In this world, swordsmen and swords always recognize and support each other, without distinction of master and subordinate, let alone master and apprentice.

Just as the Eight Lords of Qingju and Xu Xiaoshou have four swords, I, Xiao Wanfeng...

Thinking of this, Xiao Wanfeng's lips slightly lifted, and he did not continue to think about it.

At this time, he even felt that it was blasphemous to connect his name with the Divine Sword Xuancang.

But!

"It recognizes me..."

In the night, Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were bright, looking up at the Sky City, he felt that he had seen the foundation of the Canonization Dao in advance.

Xu Shao's encouragement and Mr. Siren's praise.

In the end, none of them was as important as the recognition of the Divine Sword Xuancang.

Because of the former two, Xiao Wanfeng would still regard the other party as encouraging words, and whether he was disdainful or not, it was still a matter of words.

Only the Divine Sword Xuan Cang truly felt that his path was comparable to the heights of the Eight Zun An and the old man You Tu.

This path, I will not talk about how many steps I have taken.

As long as the end of the road is high and cold, that is what every swordsman wants.

The evening breeze blew, and the night was bleak.

The young man's worn-out linen clothes rustled.

At the age of sixteen, he still had a confused understanding of this world.

"Can I really do it?"

Xiao Wanfeng hesitated for a long time before he stretched out his hand to pinch his face and twisted it hard.

He felt his face begin to heat up.

But it was not enough.

So he clenched his fist until his nails embedded in his palm.

Spread his hands.

Blood stains.

Xiao Wanfeng smiled.

"It hurts..."

...

In the air.

The two high-ranking sword immortals obviously did not know about the secret communication between Xuan Cang Sword Spirit and Xiao Wanfeng.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the two got straight to the point.

"Swordsman Rao's visit this time should not be just a simple visit?" Mei Siren smiled: "Just tell me, what does the Holy Temple want from me?"

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was serious, and she didn't beat around the bush, and said straight to the point: "That night, Mr. Siren came in, it seemed that he wanted to help the Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Oh?" Mei Siren remained calm, stopped the folding fan in his hand, and curled the corners of his lips: "Do you think that I and You Tu are standing together?"

The rhythm of this sentence was too fast, and it reached the top level at once, and the void became a little solemn on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao was a little stunned when she heard it.

She didn't rush to clear it up, but after a while of silence, she went down.

"Yes!"

The word fell.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was sleeping under the quilt in the training room, and Xiao Wanfeng, who was standing guard at the gate downstairs, felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The two who were chatting and laughing just now suddenly became tit-for-tat.

It seems that the issue of "position" is very sensitive.

Is Mei Siren's choice enough to influence the layout of the top leaders?

The night sky was dead silent for a long time.

After staring at Rao Yaoyao for a while, Mei Siren's serious expression finally melted away, and after a smile, people felt like being bathed in spring breeze.

He waved his folding fan again and sighed:

"You Tu is old!"

"I never stand with him. As for what position I hold, I believe that the Holy Temple knows better than outsiders."

"And the Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou, he is just a student under my seat."

"His aptitude is a little better, but looking at the five regions of the continent, I can't count the number of such students myself."

"Students ask questions, teachers answer, that's all."

Mei Siren answered calmly.

Rao Yaoyao's heart tightened, and she narrowed her eyes first, secretly guarding against it.

Then, she questioned: "Mr. Siren, knowing the position of the Holy Slave, why did you choose to get close to him at such a critical moment? Don't you think that your attitude towards the Holy Slave is a little...too close?"

"Too much?"

Mei Siren looked up, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and souls, and said solemnly: "Now, even if I take one more step on the earth, will the Holy Temple ask about it?"

Rao Yaoyao took a step back, and with great power, he resolutely said: "You said it yourself, you took one more step!"

"How?" Mei Siren stepped forward.

Rao Yaoyao lowered her head: "This step is a transgression!"

"Hahaha..."

Mei Siren laughed loudly, and after a long time, he stopped laughing and asked sideways: "Then, will the Holy Temple issue a ban on martial arts for me? Or is the ban on martial arts not enough... a confinement order?"

Rao Yaoyao's pores exploded all over her body, as if she was stared at by a lion or a tiger, and she was terrified.

"I dare not." She answered. "Don't dare?" Mei Siren shook his head and laughed, with anger in his eyes:

"More than a hundred years ago, you forbade me to have tea and talk with Youtu, saying that he was involved with the dark forces. I admit this, and I have cut off contact with Youtu since then."

"Fifty years ago, you forbad me to talk about swords with Feng Tingchen, saying that he was related to the ghost beast forces. I can't say that, but I also cut off contact with him... even if it was just correspondence."

"Now, the teacher teaches and solves doubts, and I took a normal step, and I didn't even make a move. It was just a few words of communication. Do you think I have crossed the line?"

Take another step forward, Mei Siren calmed his voice, pointed the folding fan in his hand in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Tell me, where is the 'boundary', how can you talk about 'crossing'?!"

Rao Yaoyao's scalp numbed, and she retreated repeatedly, and was a little dazed by such thunderous words.

She had never seen Mr. Siren, who was always good-tempered, behave like this, and her momentum was completely suppressed at the moment.

"I..."

"Have you touched the Holy Way?" Mei Siren swung his folding fan and made a direct judgment.

"No..."

"Did Hua Changdeng touch the Holy Way?" Mei Siren stepped forward again and stared at him.

This time, there was no need to respond. There was a humming thunder above the nine heavens, which could not be detected by the world, but the two sword immortals raised their heads together.

Calling the Holy Name directly is disrespectful!

Rao Yaoyao did not respond to yes or no, but the answer was about to come out.

"Okay!"

Mei Siren didn't care about these, with his eyes erect and a face full of anger: "Go back and tell Hua Changdeng that if this is his will, come to me yourself, don't stay in Guizhe Holy Mountain all day, lying on the screen and candlelight, watching the movie and feeling sorry for yourself!"

Rao Yaoyao was frightened and her pretty face turned pale, with an unbelievable look on her face.

Is Mr. Siren crazy?

Calling the Holy Name directly for the first time may be unintentional.

But the second time, he pointed at someone and cursed him, that was really naming him.

"Boom boom"

The thunderous sound in the void followed, and before Rao Yaoyao could stop Mei Siren's crazy behavior, she saw the old man put his two fingers together and pointed upwards.

"Bang!"

A ray of green holy power rushed into the sky, blasting the calamity cloud on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao's eyes almost popped out.

"Holy power?"

Mr. Siren, have you already touched the holy way?

She could see that the green light of the sword was not pure holy power, but also mixed with the secular power of the heavenly way of mortals.

But as one of the Seven Sword Immortals, as long as he touched the holy way and touched this threshold.

That means, it's not far away!

It turned out that he dared to curse because he had half a foot in that door... Rao Yaoyao suddenly realized.

The holy calamity was dispelled and did not condense again.

As a junior, Hua Changdeng, even though he had stepped into that threshold before Mei Siren, had received instruction from "Mr. Siren" when he was young.

After the Saint Dao calamity came to pass, although he was far away in the Central Region, he had obviously noticed the movement here.

After experiencing Mei Siren's finger, he no longer paid attention to it.

Since the saints did not intend to interfere in the matter here, the Saint Tribulation would naturally not occur again.

After Mei Siren took the leading position in the conversation, he had never come down. At this time, his emotions were restrained, and he returned to a calm state again, saying softly:

"I will give you a word for the Holy Temple..."

"Too much is as bad as too little, stop when it is enough."

Rao Yaoyao closed her beautiful eyes, knowing that this time, it should be fruitless.

She came to ask for punishment.

The result was that Mei Siren was completely different from the impression she had in her childhood memory.

After a few words, plus a finger of Saint Power revealed, even if she carried the Xuancang Divine Sword, what could it do?

The old sword fairy is the old sword fairy.

Even though it is not his era now, after all, time can leave marks on people, but it cannot erase the traces people have left on the world.

As a sword fairy from the previous era, Mei Siren can obey if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to obey, he can break half of the laurel trees on the Holy Mountain with his steel.

"Have you crossed the line..."

Rao Yaoyao suddenly fell into reflection.

She felt that Mr. Siren was right.

It seems that he has never crossed the line, but has the Holy Spirit Temple pushed the neutral people too far in the past few hundred years?

Too much is as bad as too little, so stop when it is enough...

"I've learned your lesson." Rao Yaoyao bowed.

Mei Siren spread out his folding fan, and his hands moved quickly. The wind blew his beard, and he looked like a little old man who chose to suppress his temper after being furious.

"Little kid, go back. This is not your fault! I am not angry with you. Go and complain to your boss. Oh, by the way..."

Waving his hand, Mei Siren seemed to remember something. He looked towards the direction of the Central Region and said:

"Guizhe Holy Mountain, I will go there in person later. When the time comes, let the elders on your holy mountain come out to greet you."

"What about Dao Qiongcang, Hua Changdeng and other young people? Don't come out. They are annoying!"

"Do you understand?"

Listening to this, Rao Yaoyao looked up at the old man in front of her blankly.

For a moment, she seemed to have returned to her childhood in her memory.

The person in front of her was still an adult, and she was still a little girl who never grew up.

And it was true.

When the old sword fairy got angry and played with his temper, she suddenly woke up. It turned out that all the interrogation methods she had prepared in advance were useless.

Their status is more than one level higher than yours.

As a young person, I don't even have the qualifications to say a word except to visit the old man and be educated.

As for fighting back when you can't win the argument...

What a joke? !

The old sword immortal is called the old sword immortal, how can the younger generation easily beat him?

"Go away, don't bother me again." Mei Siren waved his hand, signaling Rao Yaoyao to leave quickly like herding sheep.

"Oh." Rao Yaoyao shrank her head and turned away.

"How come a good little girl has become an eyesore when she grows up? Alas~" Mei Siren whispered to himself, full of melancholy.

"..."

Rao Yaoyao said nothing, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace.