Chapter 1260: Taoist Priest, the Water Ghost Is Going to Become an Immortal!

Heavy snow, cold wind, an old man and two young men.

"Young man, although you are a mortal, you have amazing spirit and are a good candidate for practicing ancient swordsmanship. Do you want to practice swordsmanship?"

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, are you eager to learn swordsmanship?"

"Will you take me as your apprentice?"

"Yes."

"I do want to learn swordsmanship, but I don't want to worship you as my master, and I won't worship anyone as my master."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Does it have to be a master to learn swordsmanship? If everyone has to worship a master, then who is the master of the origin of the master?"

"Hmm...Tao?"

"Let's count it as 'Tao'! Since the first person who picked up the sword can learn from Tao, why can't I become him? Or are you better than 'Tao'?"

"You! You are so awesome, who taught you the truth? Who is your teacher?" "I said ... Oh, forget it, I won't say anything. Can't I learn without a teacher? I can walk my own way with my sword! "

"You..."

"I read poetry and books, and I have seen the world. The sword is like this, and so are all the laws... You don't need to persuade me too much. If you want to accept a disciple, ask him. He is also very good."

"Well... Wow, this young man, you are not only extraordinary in spirit, but also amazing in swordsmanship. Do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

"Hehe, is it the second person who noticed me? I'm really tired of this kind of life, old man, you look like a liar."

"No, I'm not..."

"You are Mei Yiren, right?"

"You know?"

"Same, I can walk my own way with my sword."

My thoughts flashed, and Mei Yiren came out of the memory of meeting Ba Zun'an and Wen Ting in the wind and snow that day, and laughed dumbly.

He looked at Situ Yongren now, just like seeing himself back then.

He was also crushed at the level of thinking, and was beaten to pieces in a few words.

But there is a fundamental difference between him and Situ Yongren...

At that time, Mei Yiren certainly felt that Xiao Ba and Xiao Wen were full of vigor and might achieve success in the future.

But more often, he still felt that they were "arrogant" and "frivolous" and that it would be difficult to go on. Situ Yongren was different.

He stood from the perspective of a latecomer and had seen Ba Zun'an's outstanding achievements. So perhaps there should be a new interpretation of his so-called "arrogance" and "frivolity"...maybe it's self-confidence, maybe it's something else.

But no matter what, Ba Zun'an just lived normally, and he crushed other geniuses. Mei Yiren knew what this blow felt like.

He looked at the young man in front of him, who was disheartened and seemed to have lost even his goal. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and touched Ba Zun'an with a paper fan.

"Put it another way."

Ba Zun'an turned his head, with confusion in his eyes.

In his world, he couldn't stand up and understand why there would be and would be such a behavior as "putting it another way".

Young people are not talented to begin with. If they can't even bear this kind of blow, what chance do they have to turn from a chicken into a phoenix and live in a high place?

Mei Siren rolled his eyes and sighed deeply.

As a teacher, he hates to see such behavior of hitting the young.

But it was not until later that he could understand Ba Zun'an's evil thinking. Now it seems that there is really no way to make him change his mind.

After thinking about it, Ba Zun'an didn't speak. He could say:

"Situ Yongren, right?"

"In fact, if you think about it from another angle, you can let it go."

"Ba Zun'an didn't attack you, just as he didn't want your master to attack Xu Xiaoshou so early. This is the invisible rule of the game."

Ba Zun'an's lips twitched, and he almost uttered a "huh", but he held back.

Would this statement really make the young man feel better?

In this life, he only practices swordsmanship, and he is too lazy to explain many things.

Whether the world distorts or misunderstands

or not, Ba Zun'an doesn't care.

Unless those people can walk in front of him and confront him, he might say a few more words. But there are so many people left behind!

These people will only be pulled further and further away, and it is difficult to even stab them in the back, let alone walk to the front? Obviously, Mei Yiren's words, as expected by Ba Zun'an, did not make Situ Yongren feel much better.

I am at the same level as Xu Xiaoshou, and I want to compete with him?

Am I worthy?

Thinking that Xu Xiaoshou can stir up trouble in the holy war and have thousands of lights. As soon as he entered the field, even the shell of the half-saint was cut off, and he almost lost his life.

Situ Yongren felt depressed.

"Let's go." Ba Zun'an was about to leave. He didn't have time to waste with a passerby. "Wait... well, you go first, and I will follow you later." Mei Yiren wanted to stop for a while, but thinking that Ba Zun'an couldn't fly, it would be okay to let him go a few steps first.

"As soon as possible." Ba Zun'an left without even turning his head, and didn't even ask why, as if the people around him were air.

Watching the figure like the red plum blossom in winter, full of pride, leave, Mei Yiren retracted his gaze and looked at Situ Yongren who was in a state of despair.

"Child, don't underestimate yourself. You are already very powerful!"

Am I powerful?

I couldn't even withstand a sword in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou, and Xu Xiaoshou was younger than me, but he could fight against Rao Jiansheng and Yan Lao...

Situ Yongren was not only not happy, but his face looked even more defeated.

Mei Yiren sighed, looking at Situ Yongren's figure, as if he saw himself when he was young, and sighed for a long time:

"Child, is Wen Ting weak, is Gou Wuyue weak?"

"No, they are not weak, it's just that the people in the world compare them with the Eight Masters, so they seem to be eclipsed."

Mei Jiren's eyes became complicated, and as he spoke, it was more like he was enlightening his past self: "In the same way, you are not weak, or in other words, you are already strong among your peers." "Let me ask Zai Sheng. Who in God’s Continent dares to easily participate in the Holy War?”

"There are so many Zhandao and Taixu coming to Void Island, do they dare to come on stage?"

"They don't dare! But at least you tried once."

"You are not weak, but this time the person standing opposite you is Xu Xiaoshou, the Eight Masters of this era..."

Mei Jiren paused for a moment, her eyes slightly absent-minded:

"There are always some people who are ahead of their time."

Is this comfort?

Situ Yongren finally raised his head, but his face became paler, and he thought to himself, it would be better not to say anything. But he heard the good intentions of the Meisi people.

Situ Yongren had always heard of the title "Mr. Jiren" in the past, but he never paid attention to it. In the Sin Palace, they were even enemies of each other.

But now, instead of killing himself, this gentleman is actually able to put aside his differences and start persuading...

No matter what, Situ Yong felt a little warm in his heart.

He finally understood why even if his stance was different, Swordsman Rao was unwilling to take action against the old gentleman in the end, but chose to let him go directly, and then bear the consequences alone.

If Sword Master Rao had struck Mei Ji with his sword at that time, even if it was just for show, she might not be punished later.

However, there are always some people who are so sincere that even pretentious hostility feels like blasphemy.

Unlike the Eight Masters!

Situ Yongren glared at someone far away fiercely.

"Mr. Mito..."

He opened his mouth, saw the look of nostalgia on the old sword master's face, and asked, "Have you ever had similar troubles?"

"certainly."

Mei Jiren faced the rain, raised her eyes to the sky, looked at the few glimmers of light on the dark sky, and laughed out loud:

"I understand you because I was once you, the light chaser." "In Lao Chan's time, that light was called Yutu."

"Click!"

Under the heavy rain, outside the ruins of the Palace of Sin, on the outskirts of the kingdom of giants.

cut together

At the end of the chasm in the earth, filled with gray-black rainwater, there was a sudden fluctuation in the sky, and a figure was outlined.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a white robe like an immortal, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, a green robe inside, embroidered with clouds, a jade crown on his head, gold beads on his waist, and a hand holding Si Nan, pulling the Taoist machine.

His appearance is extremely upright, like Cheng Taiyu in heaven, plump and square, and his eyebrows are as deep as the stars.

The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners. When he looks around, he looks like a saint with his eyes downcast, full of pity for the world.

"Oh, I didn't expect that one day I would be reduced to moving rocks on this desolate land of Void Island. What does this mean?"

"The feeling of losing chess, even though I had expected it, is still uncomfortable..."

Dao Qiongcang bent down, put the Zhenxu Monument back to its original position, and washed his hands in the rainwater of the ravine that Xu Xiaoshou punched and plowed away.

Then he raised his head and looked into the distance.

The heavy rain fell in sudden bursts.

But it penetrated through him, as if he didn't belong to this world, just like the invisible heaven.

"Senior veteran, I have collected all the battle data!"

On the shoulder of Dao Qiongcang, Tianji Daoze suddenly outlined, and a Tianji elf that was only the size of a normal human head jumped out.

Although the Tianji Elf is small, it has all five internal organs.

Its limbs are short and fleshy, with two pairs of translucent cyan wings on its back, its ears are pointed and long, its eyes are as big as emeralds, and its cheeks are pink, small and cute. "Old Taoist, don't be sad!"

"It's not your fault. If you want to blame it, just blame Old Man Yan and Brother No. 2 for not being able to be reused and falling into the enemy's trap. Hmph!"

The Tianji Elf's voice was crisp and clear, and the aggrieved Baba grabbed Dao Qiongang's ears to comfort him.

"Xiaoqi, I'm not sad, I just feel a little pity..."

"Old Taoist, why do you feel pity?"

"After all, I sent Mr. Yan here. It can be said that I helped him get to where he is today..."

"Old Taoist, you are overthinking this. He underestimates his enemy and brings it upon himself!" "It's different..."

Dao Qiongcang shook his head, pulled away the Qihao that made his ears red, and threw it into the distance angrily.

"Ouch!"

The Tianji Elf stumbled several times in the air before he stabilized his small body. He put his hands on his hips angrily and said, "Old Master, I advise you not to abandon me, or I will run away from home!" "Hurry up." Said Qiongqiang Looking at it funny.

"If this baby leaves, there will be no one to help you analyze the battle situation, and you will have to use your own brain!" Tianji Elf threatened in a milky voice.

"You left, I still have eight numbers, nine numbers, ten numbers and many very good numbers..."

"Damn it, you're going to make me angry to death!"

Tianji Elf Qihao stamped his feet into the air fiercely a few times, and decided to forget the nine hundred and twenty-fifth failed duel and fight another day.

"Old Taoist, you just said that you 'made it happen with one hand,' then you are also the Holy Slave's trump card?" The Tianji Elf rolled his big eyes and cunningly launched the 926th attack. It would be better to hit the sun than to choose another day.

"Whatever you say, that's how it seems, and people will say that in the future. I've already thought about my apology."

"Well……"

The Tianji Elf didn't expect that the old Taoist would actually agree. He was speechless for a moment and asked suspiciously: "Why?"

"When Mr. Yan took over the mission and set out, there was no need to calculate. Seeing his indifferent expression of contempt for Bazun, I could already guess his ending."

"Ah? Then why didn't you remind me?"

"Is the reminder useful? The stability of the Holy Temple for so many years has already made some people forget the pain they have experienced... The reminder alone is useless. There must be external stimulation to cause them pain before they will change from comfort. Wake up."

"You are not prepared? This is not your character!"

"Yes, I have sent Number Two here, but think about it, even Number Two has learned to despise the enemy. If the root of this disease is not discovered in time, the Holy Spirit

How big should the crisis behind the palace be? "Uh, uh, uh..."

The Tianji Elf covered his head and closed his eyes tightly. He hovered in the air for several weeks until he became a little dizzy and could not deduce the result.

It stuck out its tongue and said distressedly: "Xiao Qi is so useless, Xiao Qi can't think!" "You're not Number Two..." Dao Qiongcang smiled and picked it up, then put its head up. He had already guessed that he would lose this game!

Under his rule, the Holy Temple has developed smoothly over the years, making some people forget the pain of the previous temple master being beheaded by the Seven Swordsman.

There is certainly an element of subjective non-recollection in this.

But it was fine for other things, he said that the sky could solve those troubles.

I don’t know enough about the Eight Deities!

In the battle of the Ten Seats, Dao Qiongcang experienced the power of the Eight Masters more than once. This is an opponent worthy of attention.

But looking back on the past...

After the battle in the Eight Palaces, even though Sang Qiye was captured, Gou Wuyue was still punished. ——Under the witness of his heaven, he had one arm cut off and was imprisoned in the Holy Mountain Prison.

How can you not be chilling if you treat an outsider like this?

However, Dao Qiongcang couldn't say anything. The Holy Temple was not his only Holy Temple. As a brain, he is sorting out all the connections of the continent, but it is only a brain and does not have complete limbs.

The meeting hall is not limited to his words. He can cut off the thoughts of some pedants with just one sentence.

Therefore, things that cannot be solved by internal forces have to be left to external forces.

The White Cave and the Eight Palaces are just the beginning. The Void Island is the hometown and main battlefield of the Eight Lords.

Regarding this battle, Dao Qiongcang has explained a lot and warned a lot, but no one cares.

He even sent out number two.

But everything else can only be left to Yan Wuse to take charge.

He would not ask for any benefit or responsibility if he succeeded in killing or failed.

His approach is to eliminate certain arrogant elements in this losing situation, so that other unusable people can grow and evolve into usable people.

In addition, it would be best if we could use this to alert the Holy Temple.

These two points are the greatest benefits that he, Dao Qiongtian, can think of and can obtain in the face of defeat.

Now it seems that sitting back and doing nothing is no longer feasible.

He Dao Qiongtian must take responsibility for the entire collapse of Void Island. I thought that Yan Wuse was just arrogant and not brainless, so he could be allowed to take charge...

But this guy actually underestimated the enemy and rushed directly into their layout. Not only did he destroy everything, but he also destroyed himself.

Those are the Eight Masters!

"It's useless to talk about it, and you can't control it. Some people just have to touch a nail to know the pain of bleeding."

"That's how painful it is..."

Dao Qiongcang let out a long sigh, this was his most regrettable point.

It hurts so much!

It hurt so much that he couldn't even breathe!

As soon as the flaw was caught, Ba Zun refused to let go and climbed up the pole. Not only did he want to kill Yan Wanse, but he also wanted to eat Rao Yaoyao.

This made him no longer able to turn a blind eye.

"Extremely experienced..."

Under the heavy rain, Xiao Qi, the Tianji Elf, swept away the black rain in front of her eyes, which could not touch its small body. She pointed her chubby fingers to the horizon, a little panicked:

"Fairy Rao's semi-saint status will also be taken away!"

"The water ghost is too yin, and if he doesn't scream, he will be a blockbuster. He will take three semi-saints in this wave. He is going to become an immortal!"

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