Chapter 1871 Borrowing a Name

"Golden cups and jade cups of immortal wine, presented to fellow practitioners in the martial arts world."

"No matter how promising the future is, I will relieve you of your worries."

The Spirit Lake expanded far away, covering all corners of the world, and all the practitioners from all over the Holy Land could hear this voice.

And when they looked up, this time without the help of the palm apricot preaching screen, everyone could see that the eight half-length statues of An in white robes raised their cups slightly in the air, and took the lead in drinking the wine in the cups with a smile.

"Wow!"

Let's not talk about the intention of this move.

The sincerity of his feelings and the boldness of his spirit have already ignited the emotions of the people in the five regions and aroused them to the highest level.

"Oh my god, the Eighth Sword Immortal gave me some wine to drink?"

"Ah? I also got some? But don't ancient sword cultivators all not drink alcohol? Why did the Eighth Sword Immortal break his vow first?"

"Hahaha, I just broke through the innate sword intent yesterday, and I was recognized by the Eighth Sword Immortal. I am an ancient sword cultivator!"

"This wine... good wine! It is worthy of being brewed by the immortals. It is really good wine! It tastes mellow, strong and domineering, cough... cough cough! A real man should be like this!"

"You all drank it? This is not good. I practice swordsmanship. I heard that drinking makes swordsmanship chaotic. I have abstained from alcohol for more than 30 years... Hiss! Good wine! Refreshing!"

"Haha, what a good 'I don't ask about the future, but I will relieve your worries', what a bullshit vow of alcohol, I also broke it today, drink first to show my respect!"

In the rest of the Five Regions, or in a clan, it is actually difficult to have a glass of wine, after all, there are still many spiritual refiners in each place.

But places like the Sword Burial Tomb, the Moon Immortal City, and the Feng Family City are all places where ancient sword cultivators gather.

At that time, golden cups appeared out of thin air, the whole city was filled with the fragrance of wine, and the Eight Immortals who were the first to drink it all...

The Eighth Sword Immortal gave wine!

Who dared not to give this face?

Even though the ancient sword cultivators from all over the country hesitated at the beginning, especially the ancient sword cultivators from the East Region, most of them knew the words mentioned by the Eight Immortals in the early days:

"Wine makes the sword drunk, and the sword messes people."

At that time, the ancient sword cultivators followed suit and insisted on abstinence from alcohol for decades. At this moment, they were hesitant.

But today, the Eighth Sword Immortal took the initiative to break the precept, which is nothing more than a statement to the world: Don't mention the past, let's look at the present.

"Was the past wrong?"

When the strong wine entered the mouth and burned through the throat.

It was not only the mouth, tongue and esophagus of the people that were burned, but also the unwavering will of the ancient sword cultivators in the past.

"Don't comfort the future, comfort the sorrow first, I understand! I understand the painstaking efforts of the Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"This cup of wine, he wants to tell us that the rules and regulations are not worth mentioning. Sword practitioners should first cultivate their original hearts. If they insist on 'drunken sword, sword chaos', aren't they also trapped by this commandment?"

"Disrespecting gods and Buddhas, not only disrespecting the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, but even the so-called conventions in the secular world may be wrong, even if it was proposed by Ba Zun'an first!"

"Brother, what you said makes sense, but Ba Zun'an drank first, so I choose to forgive him."

"Okay! You have forgiven Ba Zun'an, so I forgive Ba Zun'an too!"

"Ah? You all forgive? Then I forgive too!"

"Then I also..."

After not entering the world for thirty years, once entering the world, he was the first to deny his past self in front of the Five Realms.

Whether this is good or bad, in fact, not many people know, and they are too lazy to explore it in depth.

Everyone only knows that the golden cup is the head, and the eight masters are honoring it. This cup may be the most noble wine you have ever drunk in your life.

If you still hold it, you are really stupid!

Those who have wine to drink, after hesitating, drink it all.

But the number of ancient sword cultivators in the Five Domains is small after all. Those who don’t have wine to drink, when they see the broken ancient sword cultivators around them who have always been the last, start to toast generously, and their eyes start to spit fire.

"It's just a glass of wine. You've done this. I think you're going to eat the glass. Is that necessary?"

"Haha! What immortal brew? It must have been stored for a long time. I know it's sour without tasting it!"

"Eight Lords have no vision. Why do they only give it to the ancient sword cultivators in the world? He practices Taoism, and I practice Taoism. Why don't they give it to me, a fellow Taoist?"

"Then I choose Hua Changdeng!"

"You choose Hua Changdeng? Then I choose Hua Changdeng too!"

"No, why did you choose Hua Changdeng? Hua Changdeng didn't even give wine to the ancient sword cultivators..."

...

Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't expect that Eight Lords could give a glass of wine into the tower and in front of him.

He was bargaining with Kong Yuhen!

He could give the Gate of Samsara. After all, it was not a bad thing for Kong Yuhen to gather six gates and reshape the time and space.

He already had the Origin of the True Tablet: War and the Origin of the True Tablet: Dragon, and he also got the Origin of the True Tablet: Heaven from the Demon Ancestor.

The Origin of the True Tablet: Sword seems to be still in the Sword Tower. Did Youtu seem to have seen it?

He had taken all the Origin of the True Tablets of the Four Ancestors of the Reincarnation.

As for the Sword Tower, Xu Xiaoshou also planned to go there with Liu Fuyu later, so he decided to go there after this battle!

As for the ancestors who were still alive, he didn't dare to think about it.

Xu Xiaoshou begged for the Origin of the True Tablet: Time, which he didn't know if the remaining one was in the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower.

Kong Yuhen didn't explicitly say that he didn't have it, but he didn't take it out.

Xu Xiaoshou wanted Kong Yuhen to accompany him to the Long River of Time to meet with the Ancestors of War, Heaven, and Dragon, and first finalize the incarnations of the three great ancestors, and then talk about the "Origin of the True Tablet: Time".

The bargaining was going on fiercely, and both sides thought the other was stingy, and Ba Zun An came out to offer wine!

"Didn't you go out to fight?"

This bust of the old man in white robe, should I say it or not, is extremely arrogant - he obviously wasn't wearing this kind of clothes when he left the building. When did he change it?

Changing clothes in a time rift?

And even if you give me a drink, just listen to this nonsense poem that has no meaning - can you write poetry so well? Just go out and do it, and then give it to everyone in the world?

"No, how can you be so good at pretending..."

Xu Xiaoshou bared his teeth and stared at the glass of wine in front of him. He grabbed it and poured it into the air: "I haven't left the building for a while. Are you making such a big noise outside?"

The eight deities remained silent and just offered wine to him.

This is the first person in the five realms who doesn't give him face.

The first glass was spilled, triggering a hidden easter egg - his bust did not disappear in time, and he handed over the second glass of wine with a smile, and he was still able to speak:

"Master Shou, I know it's you. I don't have time to talk to you anymore. Just drink this cup."

Why?

Xu Xiaoshou chewed on the four lines of the bad poem, whether it should be said or not, it was actually quite good for the purpose of debut, mainly because it was enough to attract attention...

He grabbed the golden cup, but he didn't pour it out this time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me a poem. I will use it when I go out later. I will respect you with this cup, respectfully."

The eight busts of Master became even dimmer, and it was clear that time was running out: "Master Shou, I can lend you your sword name, please help me."

Borrowing a name?

At this point, Xu Xiaoshou came out of his jealousy and finally realized what this slut was doing.

He chuckled: "A glass of wine and a poem."

Bazun opened his mouth, but now he couldn't even speak. His figure disappeared and turned into flying smoke.

"Hey! Are you going to die now?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, why are you so weak?

He hurriedly drank the wine in the glass: "Here's to you! Here's to you! Don't forget to owe me a poem!"

…

Sword burial mound and sword washing pool.

Wen Ting grabbed the golden bottle in his hand, laughed loudly, held his robe and trotted towards the only sword left in the pool.

"Qingju, look, the wine is coming!"

"This cup is full of sword thoughts, and the name is contained in it. The ambition of the wolf is clearly revealed."

"But hahaha, he borrowed the sword of the world and the name of the world, and he didn't even think that you ended up here with me. I feel worthless for you..."

Wen Ting ran into the sword washing pool and squatted down.

Qingju's sword shook violently, his whimpering ceased, and his sword tears flowed down drop by drop. It can be said that he was heartbroken.

Wen Ting used a jade bottle to catch the sword tears, while shaking the golden wine glass in his hand. The fragrance of wine overflowed in the sword washing pool. He seemed to be seducing an underage child:

"Do you really think that you two went your separate ways, hibernating each other, cultivating at the bottom of the valley, and finally meeting each other at the top and becoming one?"

"You are stupid, Qingju!"

"He has returned to his peak. Does he think of you?"

"I have explained his path to you a long time ago. Why do you think the Saint Slave has been collecting twenty-one famous swords for these decades?"

"Xiu Jian borrows his name. This sword is not yours, Qingju's, and this name is not his eighth sword immortal. It is the sword of thousands of swords in the world, and the name of thousands of people in the world!"

Qingju, tears are falling like rain.

Wen Ting took it even more happily. He spread out the golden apricot in his hand and pulled it quickly. As the screen flashed, he saw many eight acquaintances:

"Look! Look!"

"Everyone was given wine, and the Eight Masters showed up in person. That was full of sincerity. But at the Sword Tomb, he gave me wine without even showing his face. Doesn't he dare to see me?"

After a while, Wen Ting laughed wildly:

"Shit! You don't dare to see me and he gives me wine?"

"He just doesn't want to see your broken sword again!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Broken Sword Qingju, it's so ridiculous that Qingju is still waiting for him, why don't you die for your love..."

As Wen Ting spoke, he drank the wine in one gulp in front of Qing Ju, leaving not even a drop of wine for Qing Ju.

At the end, he said "ah" and sighed "good wine". Then he pointed at the rusty broken sword that made people cry, and said teasingly:

"Those who work hard are let down."

"If you ask me, just obey me."

"From now on, bear my sword and I will make you famous all over the world."

"These eight masters know that even if he comes back to you, you can really do it after all these years of dealing with those charming swordsmen outside, and you won't mind?"

Qingju said nothing, just cried.

…

Deep in the south.

Dao Qiongcang shrank his neck and looked at the eight busts of familiarity in front of him with some embarrassment, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand.

"Ah haha, what a poem, what a poem..."

"My brother's literary talent is outstanding, and Dao admires him deeply."

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The eight busts of Masters dimmed quickly, as if they could not withstand the bone-chilling cold force of the depths of Nanming, but their eyes were still fixed on the sky.

"I drink, I drink."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.

Dao Qiongcang smiled apologetically, held the wine glass in both hands, and drank it all in one gulp after showing respect.

Tsk!

Eight busts of familiarity turned into flying smoke and disappeared.

The smile on Dao Qiongcang's face disappeared in an instant, leaving only a look of concentration on his face as he murmured to himself:

"It's not body, spirit, or mind. How can it still lock people like this?"

"Before that, Moon Palace Slave, no, he probably couldn't pay attention all the time, so he might not have noticed... Well, but that look..."

Dao Qiongcang quickly abandoned his distracting thoughts.

After all, Ba Zunzun has left, which means that he may not know, or even if he knows, he does not want to pursue the matter of Nan Ming Chu's offending the Moon Palace Slave.

And a small offense is not an offense... Dao Qiongcang quickly returned to the serious matter of Bazunzhen suddenly finding his true body. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and then his brows relaxed slightly. If he gained something:

"name……"

Buzz!

In the depths of Nanming, the master's sword intention suddenly appeared.

Of course Dao Qiongcang is an ancient sword cultivator, and he is also an unparalleled powerful sword sect.

He practiced ancient swordsmanship in order to step into that threshold and be better able to deal with the ancient sword cultivators...

In fact, there is no "we", it is just to deal with the eight acquaintances.

However, the actual application of Grandmaster's Sword Intention not only did not bring much convenience to him, but also caused a lot of trouble.

He was once in the ruins of God, and his back was bent because the thirty million puppets of the Holy Judgment were borrowed from the Eight Master Swordsmen.

After being extremely angry, he blocked that part of his sword-practicing experience.

At that time, I thought it was because of the "Sword of Holy Judgment", but later on, the weapons of Tianji puppets were indeed modified into "Spear of Holy Judgment".

Now it seems that is not the case...

"It's useless to just seal up your past experience in practicing swordsmanship."

"Essentially, I am still an ancient sword cultivator. As long as you are an ancient sword cultivator and know the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal, you can easily take advantage of it when needed."

This is easy to understand.

Anyone who refines spirits is the back-up man of the Holy Ancestor.

All living things are in the eyes of Yaozu.

However, there is no such thing as the sword god Gu Lou Ying in the world. In terms of fame, the Eight Masters are definitely the leaders of swordsmanship. Naturally, anyone practicing swordsmanship will be easily influenced by him.

"The gecko had to cut off its tail!"

Dao Qiongcang raised his hand and was about to strike at his head.

But he soon stopped, his chest cracked open, and another sky came out of it.

He peeled off the memory of the ancient sword cultivator, got through it, and was completely away from the "sword". Only then could he relax.

"You go to the Eastern Region to play..."

Dao Qiongcang flicked his sleeves and said, "It's fine to go to the sword tomb for burial or marry into the family. If you want to practice swordsmanship, there is no future for you with the surname Dao. Try to change your surname to Gu."

Gu Qiongcang nodded and walked away from the depths of Nanming with a bitter face that was standard for ancient sword cultivators.

Dao Qiongcang put aside the minutiae and returned to business, frowning and thinking:

"A glass of phantom wine is given to everyone in the world, so he becomes famous all over the world and has to use the power of thousands of swords. It is simply a waste of money and profit. Who says he is not good at planning?"

"The crazy start is the same as the Void Island Water Ghost Luozi Tianyuan at that time, causing Xu Xiaoshou to go on a rampage. In the end, the two poles were reversed. After closing the net, the whole situation was completely killed. Even I was unable to save it."

"If it hadn't been for Huo Mingyi, who chose Mingzhe to protect himself at that time, I would have been afraid that more than one Raoyaoyao would have gotten in, and even I would have been hard-pressed to escape..."

Compared with the ancient sword cultivator in Wuyu who was very hot after drinking wine, Dao Qiongtian, who was in the cold depths of Nanming, was too calm.

He has seen too clearly and pondered too deeply, but there is still one thing that he cannot understand:

"But that day he was a chess player, and the ones who entered the game were Shui Gui and Xu Xiaoshou. Even if everything was wrong, at least it ended with him and the whole situation would not collapse."

"This time, you know you can't do anything, but you do it. Are you really going into the battle alone and fighting against the odds?"

"Who did he entrust his back to? Who else deserves to be entrusted to him?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

This is the only conclusion left in Dao Qiongtian.

We have to re-evaluate Xu Xiaoshou, is he worthy?

But Bazunzhen valued Xu so much, and he regarded Bazunzhen as a chess player of the same level - he felt worthy, but he felt unworthy. Is there another variable?

"The Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower..."

Dao Qiongcang whispered softly and soon gained something.

He has two brains and his calculation speed is so fast.

He deduced countless possibilities, and finally found that Xu Xiaoshou could not turn the tables no matter what. He was the only one who was hiding in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower at the critical moment. The variable may have appeared in "time".

"But Kong Yuhen can't give him much help, Kong Yuhen can't protect himself."

"The Demon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, and Sui Yin are even less likely to regard him as a great enemy or a great friend. If they don't pay attention to him, they will not be able to favor him or use him seriously."

"Yes, where does the 'meaning' come from?"

"secret……"

There is a secret in Xu Xiaoshou, and Tao Qiongcang knows it.

This secret broke out again in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, pushing the great path of his mind to the extreme. When Xu Xiaoshou went back to seek revenge on the evil spirits, Dao Qiongcang also noticed this.

"But my way of memory has not reached the extreme state, and the ten ancestors have not yet reached the extreme state. Who else can do such an extreme method like robbing the seedlings to encourage growth?"

"name……"

Dao Qiongcang silently muttered the word "name", and finally shook his head. The way of name is the way of name, and the way of meaning is the way of intention.

The name is outside, but the meaning is inside.

Those who are not extreme, not paranoid, and not overly self-centered will not be able to reach the extreme state beyond their expectations, and they will not be able to give Xu Xiaoshou such help.

This can further rule out the inference that Kong Yuhen has become the ancestor of time. Even if he becomes the ancestor of time, he cannot grant others the ultimate state of will.

But there are no more clues in the "treasury" of Dao Qiongtian to figure out and deduce.

"In that case..."

Dao Qiongcang has never been a pedantic and conceited person. If he can't think of it himself, then let him participate.

"Second generation."

Dao Qiongtian descended into the memory space.

It was hazy here, with myself standing in front of me, a snake spirit bound in the distance, and nothing else.

"Hey, rare visitor."

The second-generation Dao Qiongang was wearing a long robe, sitting astride the golden throne with a flamboyant posture. He closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked up.

The sky of Tao is like a weak scholar.

In comparison, the muscles that can be vaguely seen under the robes of the second generation are not inferior to Shen Yi.

"I have a question, I want to ask you."

"Do you have any other questions for me?"

"Of course it is not related to 'strategy', or it has involved 'force', which is your specialty."

"Speak."

Dao Qiongcang nodded, carefully selected his words, and said concisely: "In the world you know, in the heavens and the worlds, from ancient times to the future, who can be called the 'strongest'?"

The second generation chuckled and said word by word: "Dao! Qiong! Cang!"

"Don't flatter me, I'm serious."

"I'm serious too."

Dao Qiongcang was helpless, and he was flattered by himself. In the end, he didn't care about this stubborn person, so he said: "Besides me? Well, maybe he is also proficient in the great way of intention..."

"Intention?"

"Yes."

The second generation tilted his head in thought, and finally looked at the white snake demon in the distance that was bound and frozen in the memory of an eternal moment, and said a word in a concentrated voice:

"Nuo!"