Chapter 983: Rich Scholar, Confused Swordsman

"Damn!"

The bard was frightened and fled in a panic again, and fled into another corner.

"Bang!"

A rock fell from the sky, almost killing him, but was caught by a hand as soft as jade.

"Be careful."

This warm and magnetic voice made people's heartstrings disturbed.

The bard looked up and was surprised to see that there was a man in front of him who was wearing a jade crown, a white robe, and dressed like a wealthy scholar. He looked about 27 or 28 years old.

The man had a white and clear face, a full forehead, bright eyes, a straight nose, lips like jade, handsome, and a refined temperament.

"More, more life-saving grace."

The bard was stunned. This man with such an extraordinary appearance must have a great background.

He had no way to repay, so he could only take out a dirty apple from his arms and hand it over.

"Eat, eat?"

"What is this?" The scholar looked at it with a smile, his eyes full of stars.

"Apple, apple, only exists in the secular world, in the spiritual world, it is not easy to eat..." The bard stuttered.

The scholar glanced at the black stain on the apple without leaving a trace, smiled and declined, looked at the long street, and said meaningfully: "You are very knowledgeable, how could you end up like this?"

"Oh my God!" The bard pulled the leaves on his head and cried bitterly, "Finally, someone understands me, do you believe that what I said is all true?"

"Yeah." The scholar nodded slightly.

The bard cried again with a "wow", hugged the scholar's thigh, wiped his nose and complained, and his bitterness seemed to be endless:

"I am miserable!

"After so many years, I finally met a soulmate. The profession of "poet" is really not something that people can do.

"No matter what, I was an old man who created the ballad of 'Ten Seats'. I was at the same world-famous level as the spirit refiners of that era.

"I didn't expect that now, with the passage of time, I can't even make money. I want to make a living...

The bard picked up the apple, sandwiched a cleaner leaf, took a bite viciously, and said sadly: "I have to rely on this method!"

The scholar: "..."

He finally pulled his legs out of the arms of the downtrodden poet, and didn't care about the strange liquid on his clothes. He frowned and said: "Did you write the ballad of 'Ten Seats'?"

"It was me!" The bard raised his head, patted his chest, and his eyes were more lively. "How is it, catchy, right?"

"It's quite catchy..." The scholar hesitated and asked again, "But is the order wrong? For example, why doesn't the first one reverse the last one, and why doesn't the second one and the second to last one move the order?"

"Ah this?" The bard was startled, and panic flashed across his face.

Over the years, he has been beaten by many people because of the order of the "Ten Seats".

For example, in the Eastern Sword God Heaven, many people think that "Eight Seats" should be ranked first in the sentence "Kui Lei Han, Eight Seats, Gods and Ghosts are Unpredictable".

But it can't be changed!

I thought I had met a soulmate and could talk about some romantic and interesting things in the past, but I never thought that this guy dressed as a scholar and looked easy to talk to was also entangled in the order of the ten seats.

"Is there any problem with this?"

The bard stretched his head and tried not to weaken his momentum. He argued: "Besides, there is really no way to change it. Once the position is changed, I can't make it up!"

The scholar was choked for a while.

"My ability is limited, hehe, forgive me..." Seeing that the rich scholar had no impulse to hit him, the bard laughed at himself and ate the apple again.

"The benefactor must have a question to ask, so he found me?" He quickly raised his eyes again, because he didn't believe that anyone would save a dirty man like him for no reason.

"Yeah." The scholar nodded.

"I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know." The bard expressed his attitude.

The scholar smiled and pointed to the long street, saying: "What you said there is very insightful. I want to ask you, do you still know the whereabouts of the fifth gate of the Sky City, the 'Qilin Gate', also known as the 'Void Gate'?"

"Uh." This time the bard's expression froze, "I don't know..."

"Really don't know, or can't say, dare not say?" The scholar did not give up and asked curiously.

His sincere expression really made it impossible to lie. The bard gritted his teeth and responded seriously:

"To be honest, benefactor, if you want me to know, even if it is in any specific location on the Holy Mountain of Guizhe, I will point it out to you, because I am not afraid of death...

"But now, I really don't know. I am just a bard who can only talk big, otherwise I would not have gotten to this point now..."

He looked helpless, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes after being tortured by life.

The scholar frowned slightly, his face was delicate and pretty, and then said: "Then do you know that besides these five doors, there are any other ways to enter the Void Island?"

Void Island... The bard chewed on this word, looked at the person in front of him in surprise, and thought to himself that you have an extraordinary origin.

But he did not show any abnormality, and replied seriously: "Yes, as long as the benefactor finds the Void Order, you can enter the Sky City!"

The scholar was helpless: "I just don't have the Void Order..."

"Then there is another way! "The bard racked his brains to give his benefactor a reward, saying: "There is a sixth door in this world that can allow your benefactor to enter the Sky City without any effort, and even without the need for a sacrifice ceremony."

"Oh? What is it?" The scholar was quite interested.

"Gate of time and space!"

After the bard finished speaking, he sighed again:

"But the benefactor should not be found. The 'Gate of Time and Space' has the ability to travel through all time and space. If nothing else happens, it should be sealed in the forbidden area of ​​the 'Negative Gate Clan' in the Central Region.

"I only have some insights, but no actual ability to help my benefactor. I'm really sorry."

After listening, the scholar fell into deep thought.

"Your words have awakened some memories in me...

"The Gate of Time and Space should not belong to the Negative Gate clan anymore..."

he murmured.

After a long time, he lowered his head again, took off a small ornament with a black thread on his neck, handed it over and asked, "Can you recognize this thing?"

The bard took the trinket and found that it was a small piece of wood the size of two thumbnails, and the workmanship was extremely rough.

Door-shaped.

The word "time and space" is engraved on it in crooked characters.

"..."

Seeing this, the alley suddenly fell into dead silence.

After a long time, the bard held the wooden imitation and raised his eyes to look at the scholar, trying to see if the other person was joking.

But I found that the scholar looked back with an extremely serious and curious look, and the expression on his face was full of true curiosity.

what does it mean!

The bard went crazy when he saw this, his expression became unnatural, and his mouth twitched slightly: "If my knowledge didn't appear...well, disordered, it...shouldn't be the 'Gate of Time and Space'? It should be something like Like an amulet...a fake?"

The hope on the scholar's face suddenly turned into disappointment.

The bard was shocked by what he saw.

What kind of rare creature is this?

Did you never receive the influence of worldly darkness when you grew up?

How could you be so naive?

He dared to hand over a piece of wood just by touching it, yet he was so serious... What kind of ridiculous answer were you expecting me to give?

Seeing the book-like wood withered wood being withdrawn in a sluggish way, the bard felt a sudden sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"correct."

He seemed to have thought of something and stopped worrying about what he had just done. He chewed up the core of the apple and swallowed it, and said solemnly:

"I haven't asked my benefactor's name yet. I can't help with anything else. But if your benefactor wants to gain some fame, I can help you compile a poem or something and spread it around."

"Similar to the 'Gouwa Poem'?" The scholar said with a smile as he tied back his collection of pendants.

"Uh!" The bard's expression froze and he scratched his head, "That's just the tip of the iceberg of my strength!"

"No need." The scholar waved his hand and refused, taking steps to leave.

"My benefactor can't let me not even have a name to repay my kindness, right?" the bard shouted at his back.

This actually made the scholar pause for a moment.

But he didn't look back and spoke in a normal tone: "Repay if you want, but just repay the favor in your heart. I don't seek fame in the world... Besides, my name is Kong Yuhen."

Spare time to hate?

The bard held the vegetable leaves in his mouth and thought to himself that this is really a very good name.

But as soon as he thought about it, a good sentence came up, and he didn't need to think about it as hard as usual.

The article was written by nature, but it was acquired by chance.

The bard didn't care. From time to time, when he had this kind of literary thought, he immediately shook his head and chanted:

"What do you think of this sentence, benefactor? It will definitely help you spread your fame...

"Yue Zui~Drinking~Free time... ugh!"

The words suddenly stopped.

The bard seemed to have thought of something, his eyes shrank, and his calves began to tremble.

When he looked up again, the wealthy man in front of him, dressed as a scholar, had disappeared without knowing it.

Stare at the corner of the alley, then glance towards the alley entrance, then raise your eyes to the sky, and finally look at the ground...

The bard trembled with his lips and stared with an expression of disbelief.

"Is there any spare time to hate?"

"Is he the one who has nothing to hate?"

…

A place shrouded in mist.

In my original impression, it should be a fairyland.

You can see the ruined tall stone monuments, the wall panels of ancient buildings full of traces of the vicissitudes of time, and the moss-covered roads that look like no one has ever stepped on them...

The swordsman Gu Qingyi fell into deep thought.

He stayed in place for a full quarter of an hour.

However, what lingers in my mind is still the same question that arose when I first arrived here.

"What the hell is this place?"

From the moment the ancient door was opened in the deep sea, everything changed.

After Gu Qing was pulled into the ancient gate, he seemed to have entered another world.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but it was a bit difficult, and his mind was a little confused, so he had to stop and think about some things.

The gravity here is at least a hundred times that of the Holy God Continent, and the swordsman's weak body makes it difficult to move.

The deep sea forbidden magic barrier is gone, which means that this place should not be in the deep sea, and Gu Qingyi can also use the little bit of spiritual energy in the air sea.

But these made him even more puzzled.

"Is that a portal?

"What should I do now?

"Second junior brother is still waiting for me on Guyin Cliff. He won't be tired of waiting and scolding me, right? The communicator is also out of use, and it seems that the master can't be contacted...

"What the hell is this place!"

The feeling of loneliness permeates the mottled streets of the ancient city.

Gu Qingyi felt that this feeling was somewhat familiar.

He was finally startled.

Because when I was in Dongtianwang City, whenever I looked up at the Sky City that covered the sky, I also had this strange feeling.

"Could it be that this is the Sky City?

"Void Island? Outer Island?"

Gu Qingyi's face flashed with shock.

He couldn't imagine that the door in the deepest part of the deep sea would actually connect to the Void Island at the top of the sky.

These two, two extremes, seemed to never intersect.

But now it seems...

Absurd, isn't it a true portrayal of everything that happened in Dongtianwang City after the appearance of the Sky City?

"I have to move..."

Gu Qingyi raised his steps heavily, and did not run away immediately, but came to the stone tablet that was a dozen steps away.

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and wanted to wipe off the moss and dust on the stone tablet, but felt that this move might be dangerous.

"Keng! "

The evil sword Yuelian was pulled out slightly, and the sword body was only a finger away from the scabbard, and the sound of "chi chi chi" cutting in the void was heard.

Then the sword body returned to the sheath, and the dust and moss on the stone tablet rolled down, revealing its true appearance.

"Void Island! "

These three big words completely shattered Gu Qingyi's last hope.

He was somewhat happy, but also somewhat anxious.

What he was happy about was that everyone yearned for the Sky City, and that he would be able to find more opportunities if he got there first.

What he was worried about was that he had entered this hellhole, but without a way to return home, even if he got more opportunities, what if the opportunities died with him on the Void Island?

Gu Qingyi walked with difficulty while thinking as he crossed the Void Island Stele.

After a while, he stopped because he saw many tiny and sloppy marks on the back of the stele that he had climbed with others.

When he got closer, there were many... names on it?

Some names that Gu Qingyi didn't recognize, so he ignored them.

But with such a glance, in addition to those he didn't recognize, he could also see many characters in stories that would only appear in ancient times.

"Hua Weiyang, Cheng Xue, Xiao Hei, Feng Wuhen...

"Heaven! What does this mean? Have all these sword masters been here?"

Gu Qingyi was horrified.

If it were an outsider, he might not recognize these names.

But he is the next generation successor of the Sword Burial Tomb. He knows more than just the sword art. He also knows the history of the sword art.

It is rumored that the Sword God of the Eastern Region, Gu Louying, has nine sword masters under his command.

Among them, the Great Sword Master Hua Weiyang has a very high attainment in the art of illusion swordsmanship, and even innovates and almost surpasses the Sword God.

And the remaining few...

Chengxue Chengxue, admired Chengxue.

This was also one of the nine sword masters at that time. After being killed by his best friend by mistake, he used his sword as a monument and became the famous sword "Ming Chengxue" in later generations.

His best friend is called "Xiao Hei". He follows the path of killing and has been in a state of obsession for many years. He is also the first sword holder of the four swords of the evil sword.

As for this "Feng Wuhen"...

In the history of sword art, he is the only superb swordsman who has competed with the Sword God Gu Louying for the title of "Sword God", but was defeated in the end, but also got the reputation of "Divine Sword Feng Wuhen".

Feng Tingchen, one of the seven sword immortals of the time, should be the direct descendant of the lineage of Divine Sword Feng Wuhen if nothing unexpected happens...

Gu Qing was completely stunned when he thought of this.

He used to listen to these sword history as novels.

But now looking at the monument in front of him, those people and history in the past may have really existed and are true?