Chapter 334 If I Draw the Sword, It Will Be Hell

There is no difference between day and night in the kingdom of the underworld. When Su Lun woke up, there was still that gloomy gray moon in the sky.

After a good night's sleep, I feel very energetic.

Even if the hormones went berserk and tore off the body tissue before, it was all good.

Su Lun glanced at Qiantiao, who was still sleeping soundly beside him, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This young gambling-addicted woman was really defenseless against him, and the corner of her mouth twitched at the sight of her large-character sleeping posture.

Melee professionals needed more rest, so he didn't wake up Qianjo. After getting dressed, he set up a stove in the dilapidated hall and prepared to get something to eat.

The food in this cursed space cannot be eaten, but fortunately, Su Lun has prepared enough food at any time.

The ability to have space is convenient, so you don't have to worry about the storage ring not being able to fit.

He took out a bunch of canned beef and fiddled with the beef soup pot. Marfa's military food is better than ordinary restaurants in terms of taste and quality.

It was still snowing outside, and the wind was howling.

Not long after, the smell of stewed meat permeated the entire hall.

The thousand noses in the sleep instinctively sniffed, but before opening his eyes, the body had already sat up. The loose cotton white dress can't hide her good figure, half of the collar is loose on the shoulders, and the deep V collar makes the proud Xuefeng half exposed and half covered, making it slippery for the eyes.

"What smells so good"

Qiantiao murmured something dreamily, as if aware of some gaze, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Then I saw Su Lun's mean smile.

She glared angrily, and silently gathered the clothes on her shoulders to cover up the leaking spring. That look seems disgusting, what's so good about it?

Su Lun didn't evade at all, and said with a smile: "Come to eat."

Looking at the meat in the pot, Qianjo was immediately happy, and leaned over, "Tsk tsk, I knew I would never go hungry when I was with you."

Su Lun was slightly surprised.

Isn't it basic to prepare food when you are away from home?

He casually asked, "Miss Qiantiao, have you ever been hungry?"

Qiantiao didn't feel blushing at all, and admitted: "I was hungry. I didn't have enough supplies when I was at sea before, and there was a storm again, so I couldn't even catch fish. I was hungry twice in three days, and almost couldn't go ashore."

The corners of Su Lun's eyes twitched, and then he smiled softly.

Qianjo didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, and picked up the meat on his own, eating it with great enjoyment.

The wind and snow were blowing outside, and the two of them huddled next to the boiler to eat the hot hot pot, and chatted a little while.

It's also pleasant.

After a while, the wine and food are full.

Both of them were still injured, and they didn't intend to run around, but planned to stay in Sensoji Temple for a day or two.

Chijo looked bored, staring at those wood-carved Buddha statues for a long time. Then he wrapped his chest with gauze, changed his clothes, and began to practice swords in the snow in the yard.

Su Lun walked around the "Asakusa Temple" carefully and looked at almost everything that could be identified with the omniscient eye.

But to his slight disappointment, he didn't find anything in particular, nor did he find any clues that would help them get out.

Surrounded by barren hills, there are not even any larger trees.

Fortunately, there are no ghosts near here, and it is quite safe.

"唰", "唰", "唰".

The sound of sword energy breaking through the air was endless.

In the courtyard, Qiantiao slashed again and again with a serious expression, leaving traces on the snow on the ground.

Su Lun meditated under the eaves where the snow could not fall. He also gained a lot in the previous battle, and he needed time to digest the large amount of information he got.

This [Death Fiction·The Kingdom of the Underworld] is too different from the regular cursed space. NPCs are exactly the same as real people. The known maps are endless, and the rules can't see any flaws.

There are too many things that Su Lun can't figure out.

He needs a lot of the world to piece together the scattered clues to see if he can find any clues to leave here.

The two were busy with each other, and the time was very leisurely, not at all like a T-level cursed space.

The kingdom of the underworld seems to have no time, and the moon in the sky has not moved at all, and has always hung in that position.

Chijo was tired from practicing, and the two had another hearty meal.

She was still practicing the knife, Su Lun was meditating, and each was busy.

The time on the pocket watch was probably at night, when the black crow on the dead tree branch suddenly called out.

Su Lun opened his eyes suddenly, looked out of the temple solemnly, and said softly, "Someone is here!"

Qianjo also showed a guarded look when he heard this, and asked, "Monster?"

"No. It should be a human soul."

Su Lun's eyes flashed the image that the black crow saw. It was a crooked old man in sackcloth. He was jumping on two huge tree stumps with a pole, and walked slowly from the narrow path outside the temple.

Su Lun looked at the attire, guessed something, and added: "It seems to be the 'Buddha Carving Master' who stayed here before."

When Qiantiao heard this, he immediately became interested, and asked expectantly, "That sword master?"

"Um."

Su Lun thought it should be, and his face was slightly dignified.

The man walked in, and the fire of the soul in his perception was much stronger than that of ordinary ghosts.

Moreover, the man's perception was very keen. When Su Lun found him, he saw the black crow on the branch at a glance.

When Qiantiao heard this, he became even more interested, "Go! Let's go out and have a look!"

Sensoji Temple is a rare and safe place in the land of the underworld, and Su Lun and the others will not leave easily.

Moreover, Chijo is indeed very interested in that mysterious "Buddha Carving Master".

The two walked into the courtyard and waited for someone to come to the door.

Not long after, outside the gate of the temple, the old man walked in. He was not surprised that there were two more people in this ruined temple. As if returning to his own home, he walked in familiarly. Then put the two wooden stakes back under the eaves.

Su Lun sensed it, and it was naturally a "ghost".

But judging from the strength of the soul, it looks like the fourth and fifth ranks, which doesn't look strong. But that calm aura of the ancient well gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Su Lun didn't underestimate him at all. Although people become ghosts after death and their cultivation base will be rebuilt, this man was a "Sword Master" after all.

Qianjo went straight to greet him, and gave a swordsman's sword hugging ceremony, "Senior, I'm sorry to bother you."

This ruined temple was originally brought by someone else, and the two of them were indeed disturbing.

The old man glanced at the two of them and said lightly, "Are you the two humans who escaped from the city yesterday?"

When someone pointed out the origin, Qianjo didn't deny it, "Yes. Grandma Aju guided us here. I'm bothering senior."

The old man was very talkative, and seemed to know that the two of them came here to take refuge, and he didn't show any malice: "I really can't find a place to stay, so I can just stay here. This is a Buddhist temple, not my house. It’s not worth disturbing. It’s a pity that Huang Quanguo is not for the living, and you have come to the wrong place.”

Seeing this attitude, Su Lun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Now it seems that their previous judgment was correct. This "Buddha Carving Master" is not like those evil spirits who always want to eat living people. seem to get along.

The old man didn't seem to mind that there were two more people here. As if there was no one else around, he sat on the pony under the eaves, picked up the carving knife, and began to process the two pieces of wood he brought back. It looks like he wants to carve a new Buddha statue.

Seeing this scene, Su Lun had a very strange feeling.

As soon as the old man sat there, he seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment instantly. Just like those stone towers, wooden piles, dead trees, etc., have become part of the environment. Rather than a person who came out abruptly.

It gives people a feeling of "people in the painting".

"Is this the Holy Land?"

Su Lun murmured in his heart.

Realm cannot be measured by professional level, but generally speaking, the understanding of "becoming a saint" at the level of law is the professional level of around the seventh level.

There are also poetry, magic, painting, music... But there is such a big hurdle in all the ways to condense the godhead.

Qianjo on the side obviously also noticed this, and his eyes were even more reverent.

She saluted again, and said bluntly, "Mr. Akutagawa, I want to ask you about kendo."

That's right, this is the well-known Akutagawa Ryuichi, the only kendo master in Shanyin Kingdom's nearly twenty who has stepped into the "Sword Master" realm.

Before Qianjo observed the sword intent left on the wooden Buddha carvings in the main hall, he felt very familiar. After comparing it, I found that it was almost the same as the sword intent on the carving knife given by the blind female luthier I met in Edo Castle.

Qiantiao came to the mountain to hide the country, and he came here for this person.

Unfortunately, this Akutagawa Ryuichi has passed away.

But coincidentally, he met his dead soul in this kingdom of the underworld.

The old man was not surprised at all when he heard Qiantiao's words.

After he glanced at the sword marks in the courtyard, he saw that this was practicing the "Akutagawa Ichidou Style" slash, and said lightly: "Since Xiaoxun gave you the carving knife to the person she chose, naturally she won't give it to you." Poor."

As soon as these words came out, Su Lun was completely relieved.

But when he said this, he shook his head suddenly, and changed the topic: "But... one knife style, that's not how it is used."

Su Lun on the side looked sideways when he heard this. Qiantiao's swordsmanship is not bad, and the "Great Swordsman" can be regarded as a master anywhere. But in this old man's tone, it's like an apprentice who has just entered the way of kendo?

He was also curious about how strong the so-called "Sword Master" was.

When Qian Tiao heard this, he felt ashamed of being denied by others, but instead was overjoyed: "Please enlighten me, senior."

Since the old man said this, he meant to teach swordsmanship.

Akutagawa Ryuichi's reaction seemed to be slow like that of an octogenarian.

Hearing this, he seemed to be slow to react, put down the carving knife in his hand unhurriedly, looked at the knife in Qiantiao's hand again, and asked: "Are you very confused in your current state? It’s already very good, the sword skills have been honed to the point where it’s hard to break through, but you still feel powerless when you encounter high-level enemies?”

"Yes! Please ask the seniors to clarify."

Qiantiao's expression was startled, and this sentence revealed her greatest confusion at first.

She suffered a big loss in yesterday's battle.

Facing [Jiutun Doji]'s Red Lotus Demon Fire, he didn't lose in skill or sword, but instead of taking advantage, he almost died there. She knew very well that her kendo understanding was not worthy of the sharpness of this knife, so that she did not exert the power that the Twelve Workers' Sword should have.

Moreover, chopping the spirit body is more difficult, except for burning the spirit body with the demon knife's own monster energy, it is difficult for the sword energy to cause effective damage.

She knew where the problem was, she needed to use the way of the sword to consolidate her domineering spirit.

But don't know how to break through.

Taking that step forward is only extraordinary after all.

The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to say something about kendo, but looked at the sword with the white scabbard in Qianjo's hand: "The sword in your hand is "Onimaru Hyakume Somasa", right? "

Without waiting for an answer, he asked himself and answered: "I have also taken this Hell Dao Demon Weapon. It's a pity that it doesn't want to recognize me as the master. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands, but it's fate."

Chijo was slightly surprised, such a coincidence?

"it's fate"

The old man's tone was a bit somber. Seeing the knife, he seemed to see an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Really speaking, it can be regarded as the difference between life and death.

I didn't expect to see Huang Quan again.

After pondering for a moment, a gleam of light flashed in his muddy eyes carelessly, and he asked, "Then have you...have you ever seen the scene of hell under this knife?"

Qianjo said sternly: "I have seen it. It is shocking."

The old man smiled noncommittally, as if he had just gotten to the point, and asked, "Then what do you think is your swordsmanship?"

Hearing this, Qiantiao's eyes seemed to shoot out an extremely sharp sword light, and she said firmly: "After I draw the sword, I can open mountains, cut rivers, split seas, and kill ghosts and gods."

Hearing this, the old man shook his head: "The heart of the sword is good, but that is not your way of the sword. The way of the sword is the courage in your heart. Before you draw the sword, you think you are holding something in your hand. Your way of the sword is What."

"this"

Hearing this, Qian Tiao's eyes fell into confusion.

She shook the demon sword Zongzheng in her hand, but she didn't seem to understand. After thinking about it, she asked, "Senior, what is your swordsmanship?"

"mine.?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the old man's old face, and his aura suddenly became unfathomable.

As he said that, he took the carving knife in his hand and made a gesture of drawing the knife, saying: "I am the same as you, and I also cultivate the way of hell."

A great swordsman and a sword master were talking about the way of swordsmanship. Su Lun's current state was still far behind, and he was confused when he heard it.

What's more, this is no longer a topic at the level of "skills", and it may not be beneficial to listen to it in advance.

While Su Lun was listening, he was also tinkering with his own alchemy.

But as soon as the old man said these words, the harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed.

Suddenly, goose bumps all over Su Lun's body exploded.

It's like... the sense of oppression of facing a desperate situation when I was surrounded by countless evil spirits in the city before.

Su Lun turned his head to look over, with a complicated expression: What a terrifying aura!

in front of you

not far away.

The old man held the handle of the carving knife backwards, as if slowly drawing out a long sword.

It's obviously an inconspicuous carving knife, but it seems to be more terrifying than the aura of Zongzheng with Qiantiao pulling out the demon knife, and it gives people an indescribable terrifying coercion. Every inch he pulls out, his aura is raised.

And behind him, it seemed that people could see a sea of ​​blood.

Akutagawa Dragon's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, "I draw the sword, it will be hell."

It was just such an understatement, but it sounded like thunder in my ears, "This is my way of swordsmanship."

One side is a Buddha, and the other side is a monstrous killing intent that can kill blood in hell.

In the heart is the Buddha, behind is the hell.

With a carving knife, he drew out an aura more terrifying than a thousand demon knives.

Even Su Lun, a layman in swordsmanship, faintly felt that he had realized something. He looked at the wood-carved Buddha sculptures behind Ryuichi Akutagawa, and understood something.

It seems to be talking about swords, but more "Tao".

Qianjo's face changed drastically when she heard the sound, as if she saw a scene that shocked her so much.

She just stood there blankly.

It took a long time to recover from the shock.

Chijo stood in the yard as if someone had cast a holding spell on her.

For a quarter of an hour, for an hour, for half a day without moving.

There was heavy snow with goose feathers floating in the sky, and a thick layer gradually accumulated on her shoulders.

Su Lun has been paying attention to her state, and she always feels that she has fallen into a strange state like when she tamed the Demon Sword Sect before. It's like a butterfly struggling to break out of a cocoon.

However, Su Lun also knew that he couldn't help.

He wasn't idle either, he just sat on the ground beside Akutagawa Ryuyi who was carving a wooden Buddha statue, made a close relationship, and asked, "Mr. Akutagawa, do you know the Lord of Huangquan?"

Now that he has met a dead person who can communicate well, he will naturally not let go of any chance to leave this space.