Chapter 1625: Meeting Wen Ting at the Sword Washing Pool, Sniffing the Sword to Find the Location of the Starry Sky

Chapter 1629: Meeting Wen Ting under the sword-washing pool, smelling the sword and looking for Xingkongxing

Sword burial mound.

Stretching mountains surround this mysterious place that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. The mist that persists for many years makes this place a bit taboo.

Everyone knows that there is a famous forbidden mountain in the Eastern Region, called "Dongshan". In terms of age, even those who conquer the holy mountain may not be qualified to age like it.

On the top of Dongshan Mountain, the ancestral tree sisal grows, also known as "Dongshan sisal". However, due to its reputation, few people can get a glimpse of the true nature of sisal.

After being buried in the sword tomb, he sat and lay in the hinterland of Dongshan Mountain.

Obviously Dongshan is one of the seven forbidden areas, and the sharpness of the "sword" in his hand should make him famous in the five realms.

In fact, this mountain is like a sword burial mound, and it is well versed in the art of "hiding".

No mountains, no dew.

Near the sword burial mound, there is an endless stream of worshipers all year round.

However, everyone could only go back and forth to the outskirts of the Dongshan Mountains. After struggling under the mist, they returned without success.

Except for those who successfully worshiped at the gate of the Sword Tomb, no outsider could see what the real mountain looked like.

However, how many people were admitted to the Sword Tomb for one generation?

There are only a handful of them!

The reputation is not great, but it does not mean that the luck of Dongshan and Sword Burial Tomb will become worse day by day.

The great rivers coming from the east all converge here.

In fact, in the entire Eastern Region Sword God Heaven, except for Shenyue Immortal City, which has jumped out in recent decades and robbed some of its luck in swordsmanship.

The luck of the swordsmanship in other places, no matter how vigorously they develop in the middle, will eventually converge at Dongshan, the land to the east, at the Sword Burial Tomb.

What’s the use of luck?

Luck does not have a specific and fixed role. If we insist on explaining it, it can only be manifested in this way:

The man who looked after the sword at the tomb of the previous generation was named Yutu!

The contemporary tomb keeper, Wen Ting!

…

call out!

A ray of red light passed over the crowded market at the foot of the mountain, passed over the sweaty climbers at the foot of the mountain, and rushed into the mist with great pride.

"Look, who is that? He seems to be wearing a skirt? I'm peeping, I'm peeping..."

"Trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Tomb, does she think she can't die quickly enough?"

"Those who worship the mountain can only climb it on foot. This is the unwritten rule of the Sword Burial Tomb. Only those who meet the standards of courage, perseverance, and wisdom can be favored by Wen Jianxian... Oh, except Gu Qingsi."

"Flying like this, she can only trigger the restriction. Who can stop the resentment attack of the 100,000 swords of the Sword Tomb?"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal."

"Shit! Bah, bah, bah, don't look at me like that. I mean, only the Eighth Sword Immortal can do it. If anyone else's surname is not Wen and Gu, they will definitely be shattered to pieces!"

"She is not one of the four siblings of the Gu family. She looks like a spiritual refiner at first glance. She doesn't even have innate sword power."

"Then she will die!"

"Rampant and disrespectful, damn it!"

"Uh, erect girl!"

The storyteller Ling Nian heard all the climbers' jealousy and curses, smiled, pulled out the token from his chest, and made his way unimpeded.

Just kidding, what kind of status does this person have, and he still hikes mountains?

As you climb mountains and climb mountains, the last person you want to worship is not my brother!

As for my brother, he had already taken the initiative to pay homage to other people’s brothers when he was still very old.

If you really think about it, the three brothers of the Gu family...oh, they are now the fourth brother and sister, and they all call each other "Uncle"!

"Although I don't know ancient swordsmanship..."

The storyteller held up his orchid fingers, gently pinched the Burial Sword Order, walked all the way through the mist of the outer mountains, around the twists and turns of the inner mountains, marched familiarly amidst various restrictions and sword lights, and soon walked out of the sword formation unscathed.

The scene before his eyes changed.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, there is an indentation in the middle hinterland, embracing the north and south and facing east, looking towards the distant East China Sea, like a giant tomb on earth.

The tomb is a real tomb.

What was buried inside was not a human being, but countless spiritual swords and famous swords from all dynasties.

Above the cemetery, there is lingering lingering resentment and a desire for rebirth. This is the real thought of the sword visible to the naked eye, full of contradictions.

The storyteller dare not read more.

If you look at this thing too many times, your eyes may become useless.

However, the ancient sword cultivator could observe this and cultivate his mind. It was here that the eight masters' sword mind was perfected.

Look up...

The mountain is too high to reach the top!

If one stands on the East China Sea and looks far away, and can see through the fog, one can see the Dongshan Mountain that is invisible to the world, like a giant sword trying to penetrate the sky.

This sword is on the east side of the mountain, the hilt of the sword is submerged in the earth, the sword is boring to hold up the sword burial mound, and the steep sword blade penetrates into the sky, which is extremely spectacular.

"On the tip of Dongshan sword is sisal..."

"Speaking of which, both the eldest brother and the second brother can go up there. I've been here for half my life, and it's still hard to climb up to see sisal. It's a pity that I have no connections..."

The storyteller shook his head and sighed, no longer sighing, and rushed into the tomb with his skirt in hand.

…

"Brother~Brother~"

"Brother~Brother~"

Just like the crow of a rooster, it crows from south to north, from west to east. The storyteller finally heard the ups and downs of the drama next to the sword washing pool.

I am singing "A Niu Embroidery", which tells an ancient love story with twists and turns and a sad ending, between A Niu and the Embroidery Lady.

The storyteller couldn't help but stop, and after listening to a few words in a daze, he woke up as if from a dream, opened the stone door with a token, and punched the door with a resentment:

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear people calling you?"

"Alang~Alang~ Where are you?"

"Hello!"

"Xiu Niang~Xiu Niang~I know you! I'm there~by the water~~~"

The storyteller kicked his toes.

The stone flew accurately and hit Wen Ting's buttocks, causing blood to splash out.

"what are you doing!"

Wen Tingshui rolled up his sleeves, covered his red butt, turned his head and glared angrily.

He had full makeup on his face, with half a male face and half a female face. One person was playing two roles, and he was clearly in high spirits.

After looking back, his eyebrows were condensed, murderous, and his resentment was no worse than that of the famous swordsmen who were tortured every day in the sword washing pool.

"Something's wrong."

The storyteller kicked off his high heels and stepped barefoot into the bluestone path next to the sword washing pool that was just submerged in the water.

Amidst the crisp sound of water splashing, I walked to the seat and quickly curled up as if I were back at home. Even my wet feet stepped on the armrest of the seat unceremoniously.

After wiping it twice, he crossed his legs and touched a book on the stone cabinet beside him. His head fell down. The storyteller flipped through the book and said:

"Xiao Xueshen is looking for you."

——"Sword Book·Part 1"!

"He has something to 'invite' me, but he won't come over on his own. Do you know how to be polite?" Wen Ting stared at the smelly feet with water stains in his eyes.

"I don't understand! He really can't make it! He can't even fly. If you let him climb a mountain now, you will have to run out and collect his body tomorrow." The storyteller turned over and lay down more comfortably with his butt stuck out. Then, "Oh, we still have to hold a funeral."

There was a happy look on Wen Ting's face, and the fierce look disappeared: "Haha, it's good to collect corpses. I like collecting corpses. It's a good funeral. It's a grand burial... Don't interrupt, put your feet down!"

If the three Gu brothers were to come here and see their master's words and deeds at this moment, they would probably be shocked.

Because in the impression of the three little guys, the master is a serious person who keeps a straight face all year round and cannot easily raise the corners of his mouth, let alone laugh.

Moreover, the Sword Washing Pond is a holy place for sword burials. Three days before entering the stone gate, they had to burn incense, bathe, change clothes, and meditate...

After going through a series of procedures, you still have to ask Master for instructions before entering the sword washing pool.

Finally, the "Sword Sutra" is a secret that is not passed down in the Sword Tomb. Except for the initial apprenticeship, only those who do something wrong in the future may be qualified to copy the "Sword Sutra" as a penalty.

On weekdays, Gu Qing did all kinds of bad things without asking for the right to copy the Book of Swords several times.

"The Heavenly Book! The real Heavenly Book!"

The storyteller flipped through a few pages of the "Sword Sutra" and fell asleep, knowing that he would never be able to understand the innate sword intention in his lifetime.

He stuffed the ancient books back on the stone cabinet, stood up and said seriously:

"Quirehan is looking for him!"

Wen Ting raised his brows, put his index finger against his rouged red lips, and said in a strange tone: "Do they need to bother me, a little guy, about the matter of their ten seats?"

"I need to ask you."

"please?"

"Yes! I invite you, the famous tomb-keeper, to be called upon by name!"

"Who's calling the name?"

"Other than Xiao Shushen, who else?"

The storyteller got down from his seat with a smile, came to the sword washing pool, squatted down and looked towards the center of the pool.

Among the rusty broken swords, there is a broken sword, but it has lasted for a long time. Not only is there no rust or moss, but it is still buzzing and trembling violently, and the sword is full of energy.

The storyteller couldn't help but praise: "It must be Qingju. It has been alive for so long."

"This is not vitality." Wen Ting pointed out, "It is a little crying bag. It has been crying for thirty years and has never stopped."

Buzz!

Duanjian Qingju shook violently, as if he was making an objection, but the buzzing sound of "Woo-Woo" was even more harsh.

"The last time I saw it, it didn't look like this."

The storyteller squinted and vaguely remembered that the rust and moss on Qingju should have grown faster and more abundantly than other swords.

"It always has the illusion that it is going to be born again, so it takes a bath and changes clothes again."

"again?"

"Yes! A lot of 'again'!" Wen Ting laughed jokingly, "I have taken so many baths, but no one comes to favor me. Oh my, my little crybaby, it's really miserable~"

Woohoo——

Qingju was shocked even more violently.

"Just wait and see. In less than half a month, its rust and moss will grow faster than last time, and it will age faster."

"Always sad, my heart will die."

Wen Ting has long lost his previous desire to persuade, and now he is not afraid of hitting Broken Sword Qingju at all.

Dao Wan simply ignored the sword, turned to glance at the storyteller, his expression became a little more serious:

"What exactly?"

The storyteller stopped talking and went straight to the point: "He asked you to look for the remains of the Priest Killer."

"If you call your name, won't you go in?"

"Can't get in."

"You can't get in by calling your name, but you can't get in from the Four Symbols Secret Realm?"

"It really doesn't work! The passage is also blocked, but the essence is the same."

"Then how do I find it?"

Wen Ting was speechless and spread his hands: "I don't leave the sword burial mound, I'm isolated from the world, and I'm not given an approximate range of the coordinates of the three-slayer priest's ruins. I'll risk my life to find it for you?"

"No need to die." The storyteller shook his green and jade finger, "You use your dog... uh, you can smell the smell of the Furious Immortal Buddha Sword, or the smell of the sword reading in the "Guan Jian Canon", there are four swords, Just have a general direction.”

Wen Ting was about to scold him, but he was shocked when he heard the sound: "Have all those naughty things gone in?"

After complaining about the disappearance of the Buddha, the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword was not in the Western Regions Buddhist Sect. Wen Ting searched for it several times, and finally the trace was locked on the master of the Guizhe Holy Mountain Taoist Hall.

I stopped looking for him.

The storyteller nodded and said nothing.

Wen Ting pondered for a moment, his eyes became dangerous, and he said warily: "What happens after you find it? What does he want to do? What can he do? Or is he going to continue to invite me - I won't go!"

He killed the back road in advance.

Wen Ting had no interest in the dyeing ruins or anything like that, and he was too lazy to get involved in the overall situation.

"You don't need to be there, just find it and he will take care of the rest by himself."

"Isn't he only half alive?" Wen Ting said nothing, but was anxious in his heart, "What can you do if you are a loser who will die even if you climb mountains?"

"Don't talk trash!"

The storyteller gave him a vicious look and then said: "I don't know anyway, but if he said that, there must be a way."

"He has a trick..."

Wen Ting muttered, paced back and forth by the sword washing pool, and finally said, "Do you have an approximate direction?"

"none."

"Then you want me to look for it in the space debris? Looking for a needle in a haystack!"

"No! It's a broken stream from space. Go into the starry sky to find it! The existence of the ruins of the God-killing Priest is similar to that of Void Island."

"What?" Wen Ting's face changed drastically, turning as black as coal, but surprisingly he didn't refute, he just muttered something that didn't make sense, and in short he was swearing very dirty words.

Can it really be done?

The storyteller was horrified.

Anyway, when his brother made this outrageous suggestion before, he was not optimistic about it.

Now it seems……

"Have you broken through the Juggernaut?"

"No!"

"What about a breakthrough in another sense?"

"I won't tell you! You're such a big mouth, you can't hide any secrets!"

That was a real breakthrough... The storyteller felt relieved. Both brothers were so powerful. It was good. They could rest on their laurels again.

"how long it takes?"

"have no idea!"

Wen Ting rolled his sleeves angrily and turned to leave: "Wait, I have to ask Jianma for instructions, otherwise I may not be able to come back alive."

Kenma...the storyteller's mind moved: "Can I follow you?"

"Okay, you can follow me if you're okay."

"Take me there! Protect me and ask Master Kenma to give me a sword seed, so I can practice my sword~"

"I can't take it with me, and I can't give it to you. You have to climb the mountain on your own. It's not like I won't allow it - if you can climb it."

"devil!"

The storyteller stamped his feet and watched Wen Ting's solemn figure disappear.

He went mountain climbing.

The road to the east mountain has not been climbed for decades. This trip is probably extremely dangerous.

"That's right. After all, we are going to the stars to find someone..."

The storyteller gets a headache just thinking about it.

Aimlessly, this is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

Can he really smell the scent of the Raging Immortal Buddha Sword and the like from the starry sky with just his dog nose?

Ba Zun is the elder brother.

Wen Ting is also an older brother.

The storyteller doesn’t want to come and meet him, and end up having to build a tomb for his second brother in this cemetery...

…

Waiting, the days are like years.

After about a year of suffering, there was a melodious sword cry outside the sky, and all the worshipers outside Dongshan raised their eyes.

I saw a ray of sword light returning from the sky, gathering into the sword burial mound, and disappearing invisible.

"Wen Jianxian!"

"Mom! I really saw the traces of Immortal Wen Jian. I have been worshiping here for three years in vain!"

"Has he made him a Sword Saint? This momentum..."

"I wonder which unlucky child has been blessed by heaven and can be tutored by Wen Jianxian...ah! I really want to be tutored! It's so itchy, I'm so itchy, I can't bear it anymore, get out of the way! I want to twist! I want to crawl!"

Sword washing pool.

The storyteller stared blankly at the embarrassed swordsman in front of him.

This guy had only been out for one day, and it was as if he had returned from an ancient battlefield. Not only was he covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, but he was also holding a pair of legs covered in "wool pants."

One leg is broken!

"Are you okay?" The storyteller hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Are you okay?" Wen Ting rolled his eyes and hit the other person's head hard with his broken leg. "My legs are broken. Are you okay?"

"It would be nice if I didn't die, it would be nice if I didn't die..." The storyteller patted his chest in fear and said with a bit of expectation: "So?"

call out!

Wen Ting threw a jade slip over and swallowed the elixir while working on his legs:

"I just captured it. The space coordinates of the Four Swords that just appeared, and the aura of the Wuyu Sword, told him to chase after these two."

"The spatial coordinates of the ruins are still moving, and they're moving very fast! I'll let Kenma chase me. If there's no response within a short period of time, I won't lose it."

"If he goes there, tell him to be careful. There's something...something wrong with that place."

The storyteller's expression changed: "What's wrong?"

Wen Ting glanced at him and knew that this little Taixu didn't know the truth about the Ranming ruins, so he would naturally not tell anyone about the power of the evil god he had just seen, leaving Ning Honghong no need to worry.

"Go back quickly. I can't find the coordinates if it's too late. I won't make a second trip to the mountain."

"Oh, okay."

The storyteller knew how difficult things were for Feng Qingyun Danxia, ​​so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he nodded and left.

"Wait a minute!" When he walked to the stone door, Wen Ting suddenly said.

"how?"

"If you let him drive directly into Void Island, wouldn't he be protected by the spirit of the Heavenly Ancestor? If things go wrong, he will be spared his life."

Need to use the spirit of the Heavenly Ancestor?

The storyteller's heart stopped and he felt a lump in his throat: "He has no spiritual energy now... Oh no, spiritual power cannot activate the door to the second plane, let alone open the Void Island..."

"waste!"

"Tsk." The storyteller said angrily.

"Okay, okay, no waste, let's go!" Wen Ting waved his legs irritably.

The storyteller did not respond, not even saying goodbye, and walked out of the stone gate with a worried look on his face, about to close the door.

"Wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?"

"You ask him... If he can't beat you, ask him to come in person... Yes, the jade slip will also work... Anyway, if he asks in person, I might... People, when they are in a good mood, occasionally do something unplanned..."

The storyteller raised his lips.

"But not necessarily!"

Wen Ting stood on one leg in the sword-washing pool, twisting his buttocks, pointing left and right with his legs, and finally pointing to the sword-washing pool:

"I'm very busy."

"I still have to give them a bath, so I may not be free."

"Whether to come out of the mountain... Let him invite you first, anyway, I'll say it separately."

The storyteller smiled faintly: "Anything else?"

"Get out!"

"Okay~"

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