Chapter 535: Mr. Sang Appears

In the Eighth Palace.

"senior."

"Senior Wuyue."

"Senior Wuyue, why are you out here? We can just keep an eye on you here. You should go back to recuperate first, right?"

The original red-clothed base location was now occupied by a group of white-clothed people.

All parties performed their duties and things were handled in an orderly manner.

But when a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe walked out of the tent, everyone immediately stood silent.

The guard in Bai Yi quickly spoke out to persuade.

Gou Wuyue only waved her hand gently, "It doesn't matter if you are injured, how are you preparing?"

"All the work has been completed, just waiting for the people in the white cave space to come out."

The white-clothed guard standing by said: "Also, other injured brothers in Qinglong County have also been treated. Others who died in the battle have also been notified, and their families are helping to take care of them."

"well-done."

Gou Wuyue nodded. Seeing that almost half of the people in the camp were missing, she couldn't help but whisper, "Is there any new news?"

"have."

The guard in white clothes said: "According to the information left by red clothes earlier, the storyteller was not the only one who entered the small world of the White Cave."

"Before that, they actually discovered the figures of three people in total, namely the leader of the saint slaves, Cen Qiaofu, and the storyteller."

"In other words, there are at least three 'Saint Slaves' in the White Cave at this time."

Gou Wuyue was startled when he heard this: "The first seat of the Holy Slave?"

"Yes." Bai Yi nodded quickly.

"He's here too?"

"Um."

Gou Wuyue immediately lowered his head, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Where is Xiaoyi?"

"exist."

The void suddenly flashed, and another white-clothed Changyi appeared.

"Who is the person in charge of the branch of the Holy Temple in Dongtianwang City?" Gou Wuyue asked.

"Riverside geese." Changyi responded.

"Jiangbianyan, you seem to have some impression..." Gou Wuyue frowned.

Chang Yi suddenly said: "Jiangbian Yan, who is at the peak of Throne's cultivation, has already tried to kill Dao before. Whether he succeeded or not is not yet known."

"He has some relationship with Yu Lingdi, the leader of the Spiritual Department. He seems to be a distant relative. He has a good foundation and a bright young age. There is absolutely no problem."

Gou Wuyue then took out a token and handed it over, "Give me the order to mobilize all the white and red clothes that can be mobilized in Dongtianwang City and its vicinity."

"all?"

Changyi was startled.

"right."

Gou Wuyue said: "There are three 'Saint Slaves' who entered the White Cave. You have already shared this important information very late."

Changyi suddenly bowed in panic, "We are afraid of disturbing senior's treatment..."

"I don't mean to blame you."

Gou Wuyue reached out and patted his shoulder, smiled gently, and continued: "Now the three 'Saint Slaves' have entered the white cave, even the first one is no exception."

"Do you dare to say that they are outside and there is no one to contact them?"

"This can already be seen from the person who attacked us earlier. Not only do they have people outside, but they also have very strong helping hands."

"When the time comes, if I am held back again, you will only be the ones who suffer heavy casualties."

"and……"

Gou Wuyue looked around and said: "Currently, there is a serious shortage of manpower near the White Cave, and they lack the most top-notch combat power."

"You can't hold up the banner, so you can only call more people over."

"Yes." Changyi nodded shamefully.

"Also, has the Yuling drip arrived?"

"Not yet. Not yet."

"Tell him not to come over yet."

Gou Wuyue looked into the distance and said: "Let him turn back first and go to Dao Qiongcang to borrow the 'Mo Kui'. If he can't borrow it, let him bring all the six men and horses here!"

"Six troops?"

The people in white clothes next to them all raised their heads in shock.

Gou Wuyue smiled slightly: "This battle is very important. It is not as simple as you think. Be prepared to die."

"yes!"

Everyone drank together.

"besides……"

A look of confusion flashed in Gou Wuyue's eyes, "Has the identity of the last person who appeared in Qinglong County been found out?"

Changyi trembled, "Not yet..."

"How many have been checked?"

"There is not much information available at the moment. After all, the man showed up and only used the 'Big Buddha Slash', which was still used to save people."

"But judging from the aura of sword thought leaked from his body, as well as his move habits, cultivation level, and even his appearance..."

Chang Yi hesitantly raised his eyes and saw Gou Wuyue's indifferent expression.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?" Gou Wuyue said.

"Yeah." Changyi responded weakly.

"Xiaoyi, how many years have you been following me?" Gou Wuyue sighed.

My wings and legs are all weak.

"Ten, thirteen years?"

"senior!"

"Senior Wuyue, I know it may not be the case, but inferring from those characteristics..."

Gou Wuyue interrupted: "Characteristics? If the Eighth Sword Immortal had not yet fallen and was reborn, do you think he would reveal so many obvious characteristics to the Holy Temple?"

"Uh..." Changyi choked.

"He is not the Eight Masters." Gou Wuyue said firmly.

"Buzz!"

Inside the camp, a sword sound suddenly sounded.

When the sound of swords sounded, the windowsill curtains stirred, and the sword energy spread in all directions.

Everyone was horrified to see it, and everyone knew that it was the "Voice of Nulan" inside that heard the conversation of people outside.

After all, the previous generation sword holder of this famous sword was the Eighth Sword Immortal!

"But..." Changyi was still a little hesitant.

"No buts."

Gou Wuyue made a move with his hand, and the famous sword "Sound of Nulan" flew over.

He caressed the famous sword with one hand, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

After a long time, he laughed.

"Xiaoyi, do you think your judgment is right, or am I wrong?"

"This..." Changyi raised his eyes cautiously.

Gou Wuyue said helplessly: "You have never fought with Bazun, so naturally you don't know how arrogant that person is."

"If he had actually come that day, let alone you, even I wouldn't know the possibility of getting here."

He pointed to the ground in the eighth palace, his voice was very soft, and his tone was indeed solemn.

"The Eight Masters are familiar with each other and will never retreat until they fight!"

With a bang, Changyi's mind went blank.

Only then did he fully realize that he and others were indeed making inferences based on so-called "facts."

But the man standing in front of him was a being who had actual combat experience with the Eighth Sword Immortal in the battle for the ten thrones!

Such existence, even if he didn't fight that sloppy man that day.

With just one glance, you can probably determine the identity of the other person.

No matter how true the inferences are by yourself and others, what's the use?

"Understood, let's overthrow it and start over again." Chang Yi bowed.

"No need to do it again."

"Sword reading, giant Buddha chop, eight fingers, scar on the neck..."

Gou Wuyue murmured.

How many people in this world can pretend to be the Eighth Sword Immortal to such an extent that they confuse the fake with the real one?

He raised his voice and raised his hand and said: "Send someone to go to the 'Shenyue Immortal City' and the 'Burial Sword Tomb' to have a look. If the leader of these two families is not around, they just copied it!"

"Buzz——"

"Nu Lan's voice" shocked.

The sound of the sword was melodious, and the whole place was shaken.

Everyone's hearts went cold. Feeling the extremely cold murderous intent in the air, they couldn't help but lower their heads together.

"yes!"

…

White cave.

Not far from Sword Grassland.

"Disciple, do you think I look like this?"

An old and withered voice, as if it had not drank water for ten thousand years, appeared in a low voice.

"It doesn't look like that."

Mu Zixi frowned, looked at the skinny old man in front of him, and said, "He doesn't know how to say 'I', you want to say 'I'!"

"Oh."

"He doesn't know how to say 'oh' either. Xu Xiaoshou, can you be more showy? Do you understand your bad temper?"

Mu Zixi said angrily: "Is he as gentle as you?"

Xu Xiao felt the pressure on his head and couldn't help but retort: ​​"Oh, now you know that I am gentle? Have you never compared with that old guy before? Do you still dare to curse me?"

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

"Depend on!"

Xu Xiaoshou sprinkled a few more handfuls of withered grass on his clothes and said in a deep voice: "Now, does it look like it?"

"Look up." Mu Zixi said angrily.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his head.

"Dark circles under your eyes, can you make them a little heavier? You're not doing this right. It only lasts for a year and a half. It doesn't have the same effect as the dark circles under your eyes that lasted for more than ten years!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

"Okay, can you still tell the difference between dark circles under one and a half years and those that have been around for more than ten years?"

As soon as he thought, his eyes suddenly became darker.

"Yes, it smells like that, don't laugh!" Mu Zixi jumped up and lifted the old man's straw hat.

"Oh, right, hair."

She seemed to remember something, "My hair is not that thick, it's a little thinner. After all, I'm someone who often stays up late, so my hair loss must be serious!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

By the way, do spiritual masters also lose their hair?

He continued to fine-tune the details.

to be honest.

If it weren't for Mu Zixi, he would have felt that his current image already looked very much like Sang Lao.

But this girl suddenly discovered eighty-eight points of shortcomings for him.

Sure enough, there are thousands of people with thousands of faces. It turns out that in the eyes of the younger junior sister, Elder Sang's image is even worse!

"Okay?" he asked.

"Silly, Master, is this old man the kind of person who would ask these questions?"

Mu Zixi grabbed her twin ponytails angrily and commented: "Xu Xiaoshou, you must always remember that you are pretending to be the master, so there is no problem with your image."

"But temperament is the most important!"

"Your current temperament is nothing like that. If you meet an acquaintance, you might be caught on the spot."

"Haha." Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "That's because I haven't started pretending in front of you yet."

"Snapped!"

Mu Zixi suddenly jumped up, smashed his senior brother Tianling Gai angrily, and said: "It's not 'hehe', it's 'hehe', a very mean smile, the kind of smile that makes people panic when you hear it... a lewd smile ?”

"Hurrah!"

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately shocked and pointed at his junior sister: "Smiling obscenely? You're done. I'm going to tell that damn old man!"

"Well……"

Mu Zixi was stunned, then became angry and said: "Xu Xiaoshou, I am teaching you now, do you still want me to teach you?"

"Hehe, let you go, remember, there is no next time!"

Xu Xiaoshou leaned over, covered his head with a straw hat, and pinched the junior sister's chin, with a meaningful and lewd smile in his eyes.

Mu Zixi's face turned red, "Yes, this is the smell. Try it again."

"Hehe, let you go..."

Xu Xiaoshou's hand that had just let go pinched the junior sister's chin again, "Remember, there is no next time."

"right!"

"very good!"

"Don't put your hands down, do it again." Mu Zixi's earlobes turned red.

"Hehe, let you go..."

As Xu Xiaoshou said, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and he patted the little junior sister's head, "Little girl, what are you thinking in your head!"

"Ouch."

Mu Zixi winced in pain, her flushing disappeared, and her face turned pale.

"Xu Xiaoshou, where did you learn the art of disguise? Why don't I see you using anything to cover it up?" She asked in a flustered voice, and after a long time she stood up.

"If I can still let you see it, wouldn't my 'disguise skill' be in vain?" Xu Xiaoshou sneered.

"Old man!"

"Oh, I... I didn't learn this 'disguise skill' in vain?"

"Hmm."

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

"Xu Xiaoshou, where are we going now?"

Mu Zixi said, and took the old man's arm affectionately.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"I am your master now, don't call me by my name, lest you reveal your secret!"

Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly took his hand out, "Also, do you and I, master and apprentice, have such a good relationship?"

"yes!"

Mu Zixi said matter-of-factly: "Xu Xiaoshou, you rarely see the communication between Master and I. You have no idea that the relationship between us is already very close."

"He often carries me around on his back. You can try it now."

She said that after giving up immediately, she was about to jump up.

"I'm so beautiful on you, why should I carry you for a walk?"

Xu Xiaoshou immediately kicked him over.

"Ouch."

"Bang!"

Mu Zixi hit a wooden stake directly, patted her buttocks in pain and stood up.

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

"I'm warning you, don't mess around!" Xu Xiaoshou said seriously.

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

"The same to you!"

Xu Xiaoshou took off the straw hat on his head and said: "Don't let your guard down at the critical moment, do you understand? If you are threatened again, shrink back, and you will never have to leave the Yuan Mansion for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"

"Duh duh."

The straw hat shrank twice, and in fear, it flew to Xu Xiaoshou's head and put it on.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Mu Zixi ran over again and took Xu Xiaoshou's arm.

Xu Xiaoshou struggled for a while, thought about it, and let her go.

"Look for 'You Four Swords'."

Originally, his goal was not "the four swords", but the weird space crack.

But as soon as he left Yuan Mansion, the crack at the end of the white cave map in his mind stopped calling.

Xu Xiaoshou felt something was wrong.

He didn't dare mess around.

It is impossible to say that the man in red has found it there.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be tantamount to seeking death if he went there now?

So, the goal shifts.

There are four swords!

The letter that Mr. Sang wrote to himself at that time was well written.

It doesn't matter whether the "Four Swords" are obtained or not. At least, it cannot fall into the hands of the Holy Temple.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?" Mu Zixi raised his eyes, wondering what Xu Xiaoshou was talking about.

"Close your eyes."

"Oh." She closed her eyes as ordered.

Xu Xiaoshou brushed his hands, took the straw hat and the little girl into the Yuan Mansion, and then took a step forward.

"Open your eyes."

"oh."

Mu Zixi opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank in an instant.

I saw that this space had completely changed its appearance.

From abandoned woods to vast prairie.

Moreover, far away from the weeds in front of them, a group of hurried red-coated people were struggling to adhere to the formation.

Within the formation, there was a monstrous murderous demonic energy, raging for several miles.

At the center of the sky, there was a black fierce sword floating.

Mu Zixi was stunned for a while.

"This means... there are four swords?"