Chapter 989: Scheming Puppet
The puppet blinks and sheds tears!
Xu Chengru was struck by lightning, his scalp was numb, his head was blank, and a numbness climbed up from the end of his spine.
Late at night, heavy rain, ruined temples, dead people, and puppets that can blink and weep, all these form a strange and terrifying picture.
Encountered a ghost? Encountered a ghost!
Just as Xu Chenghun was flying out of the sky, a flash of light flashed in his field of vision, and a drop of rainwater reflected on the bonfire, and fell to the ground next to the funny puppet, harmonizing with the mottled wet marks before.
"It turns out that the ruined temple was in disrepair for a long time, and there was a slight leakage from the roof. A drop happened to fall on the puppet, causing the puppet to blink and cry. It was me who scared myself..." Xu Cheng took a sharp breath, but suddenly froze, "Puppet ?puppet!"
In the ruined temple, Mr. Miao, the head of the Sihai Escort Bureau, was killed because of the Excalibur puppet... The funny puppet on the beam... One of the Four Wonderful Books...
The three thoughts fluctuated instantly, and fireworks suddenly exploded in Xu Cheng's mind, illuminating the darkness with brilliant colors.
Did he see the Excalibur puppet? A divine sword puppet that contains two sets of peerless sword skills?
This is a reasonable deduction and conclusion!
Boom, boom, boom! Xu Cheng's heartbeat quickened and his mouth became dry for a while.
"Cheng'er, what's wrong with you?" Shang Jiuming had six orifices opened, his ears and eyes were sharp, his senses were keen, and he noticed something strange about Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng was about to tell the story about the Excalibur Puppet, but suddenly the words of his master just popped up in his mind. Every time the Excalibur Puppet was born, it was accompanied by a bloody storm, and many ugly and shocking things happened. For it, a father killed his son. , the son killed his father, some of his sect members killed each other, and Prime Minister Bai knew he was still touching the sword, and he had just opened his eyes, which was far different from his master. After getting the puppet of the divine sword, it must be kept by the master, and he always understood and figured it out, leaving only the leftovers. It would be better to give yourself as little time as water, or even transfer it to others...
Greed is like fire, and a little bit can start a prairie fire. Xu Cheng had a lot of thoughts, and he listened to the voice in his heart in the flash of lightning: "Master, except for Mr. Miao, the other bodyguards fell to the ground and formed a semicircle. They seemed to want to besiege, but Kill them all with one sword strike."
"With just one sword, six masters lost their lives. Just thinking about it makes people shudder. What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's like a ghost!"
He blamed his strangeness on this matter.
Shang Jiuming understood Xu Cheng's mood very well, nodded slightly and said: "I have been immersed in swordsmanship for thirty years and feel palpitations. I can't compare to it. Unfortunately, our swordsmanship is incomplete and it is difficult to reproduce the two peerless swordsmanship of suppressing evil and shocking gods." Mysterious, otherwise this method is just ordinary."
"That's right, such a powerful swordsman has not fought life and death for the Excalibur Puppet, which shows that his swordsmanship is still far away from suppressing evil and shocking gods!" Shang Lingxi interjected, knowing that his swordsmanship was inherited from the Excalibur Puppet. , she is quite proud and proud.
The realm of swordsmanship represented by the Excalibur puppet is like a legend in today's martial arts world... Xu Cheng swallowed, trying to calm down, and at the same time moved his eyes away from looking at the funny puppet, so as not to attract the attention of his master.
In the middle of the night, the rain gradually began to drain. Shang Jiuming did not want to cause trouble, so he urged his daughter and disciples to get up and left the ruined temple overnight.
After half a cup of tea, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the temple. He was handsome and pleasant, with a lazy temperament, as if he was Xu Cheng who had left and returned.
He excused himself to have diarrhea and hid in a secret place, then hurried back, fearing that the Excalibur puppet would disappear.
Looking up, the puppet with the funny smile was still lying quietly on the beam. Xu Cheng suddenly exhaled, ecstasy surged, tiptoed, jumped up like a swallow, and took the puppet in his hands.
He had just landed, and before he could examine the puppet, his eyes flashed, and a pale purple palm came towards him and snatched the puppet away.
"Master!" Xu Cheng blurted out, shocked.
Master Shang Jiuming is actually behind him!
Shang Jiuming was overjoyed and laughed: "I had something strange before, and had inexplicable diarrhea halfway through. I have raised you as my teacher for almost twenty years, how can I not make any connections?"
The Excalibur Puppet is really an Excalibur Puppet. I never thought that the Excalibur Puppet would still be here!
What he saw was a palm-sized puppet with a long body and a funny smile. There were holes in it, corresponding to different acupuncture points of the human body. The sword marks guided the corresponding flow of true energy, but the most conspicuous one was Fourteen words painted and engraved:
"Tomorrow at noon, at Sunset Peak, can we meet friends with swords?"
Every word is clumsy and ordinary, showing a bit of vigor. It makes people subconsciously notice the most basic and ordinary horizontal, vertical and horizontal strokes, which reveals the appropriate strength of the sword wielder. You can raise your sight to take in all these fourteen words. After the word, every stroke came to life, just like the pieces on the chessboard connected to form a dragon, and the stars in the night sky formed the Milky Way, forming a dead end with majestic momentum, soaring into the sky.
Shang Jiuming suddenly felt that he was in a desperate situation. It seemed that a long sword was stabbing him in an unavoidable manner. Cold sweat broke out on his back and his right hand trembled slightly.
Good swordsmanship! Great layout! After Shang Jiuming came back to his senses, he almost cried out in joy. He felt that all the difficulties and restrictions in sword practice in the past had disappeared. It turns out that this is how the sword should be used, and it turns out that the sword can be used like this!
Is this the Sword Emperor’s “evil-suppressing sword technique”? Shang Jiuming thoughtfully turned the puppet to its back. The torso under the jet black hair was engraved with sixteen small characters:
"Don't dare or forget the kindness of your guidance. Use your sword to write down your will and discuss the path together."
As soon as he saw these sixteen words, Shang Jiu Ming's mind suddenly buzzed with excitement. He felt that every stroke turned into a sword light, which could be as ethereal as the fragrance in the wind, or as fast as lightning and thunder, or as fast as lightning and thunder. Rugged and clumsy, some smart and subtle, some as heavy as a mountain, some as light as a net, each with its own posture, complex and orderly, contained in the sky, merged in the roundness, like a natural force, accidentally obtained by a skilled hand, the splendor and subtlety are hard to describe Unspeakable.
Sword rays arose all over his body, and cold sweat fell like rain. If he really faced such a sword technique, Shang Jiu Ming felt that he had died nine times, but now he was touched, and all the sword techniques he had practiced in the past were revealed in one move after another. In my mind, I have developed mysteries that I have never experienced before, and I am close to comprehending them.
But when he heard the master's words, Xu Cheng broke out in a cold sweat and almost lost his mind. He hurriedly said: "Master, I was blinded by lard for a moment. I didn't mean to deceive. No matter how you punish me, I will accept it willingly!"
Shang Jiuming took a deep look at him: "It's the father's fault if a son doesn't teach, and your parents are both dead, and the teacher is your father, so it's your teacher who didn't teach you well. The Excalibur and the Puppet are not things that you must monopolize in order to enjoy them. Will my teacher stop teaching you after I get it?"
"After returning to the mountain, stay behind for a year. This matter must not be leaked."
Xu Cheng looked ashamed: "Disciple, please obey the master's orders."
Looking at his figure with his head lowered, Shang Jiu Ming's eyes flickered, both ferocious and loving. After several struggles, he finally did not draw his sword.
If one of them kills his disciple here, everyone will suspect that he is having an adventure. After all, the two have raised him for so many years and have deep feelings, so they really can't do it.
Meng Qi's consciousness was trapped in the Excalibur Puppet, and he relied on a little induction to know what was going on in the outside world. At this moment, thoughts emerged, thinking about what he should do.
Although he has left a legend in this world, it is still very different from a mark. There is currently no idea of how to turn the legend into a mark, so he has to try more and not just sit back and wait to find the right path.
More importantly, his consciousness is slowly being assimilated by the puppet. If he does not break off contact and chooses to return, he may get lost here. Therefore, the matter is urgent and he must experiment as soon as possible.
First of all, the owner of the Excalibur Puppet must master his own swordsmanship and strengthen his own brand!
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Shang Jiuming lived alone in a room, focusing on the puppet of the divine sword in his palm.
For him, there is no need to consider which set of swordsmanship to choose as a major. The Sword Emperor has left behind a method for the flow of true energy that matches the "Suppressing Evil Swordsmanship". It is available both internally and externally, and can be used to improve his realm. Just a set of swordsmanship.
After pondering carefully for a while, Shang Jiuming placed the Excalibur puppet on the table in front of him, and tried to practice while comprehending it.
When he closed his eyes to transfer his energy and blood, the puppet with a funny smile suddenly started to shake, turned over with difficulty, and showed off his shocking sword skills from behind.
After a while, Shang Jiuming opened his eyes: "Hey, why is the back facing up?"
He is clearly studying the legacy of the Sword Emperor on the front!
His eyes lingered on the sixteen characters that symbolized the Jingshen Sword Technique for a while. Shang Jiuming turned the puppet over again and continued his previous lessons.
A quarter of an hour later, he frowned, his eyes full of doubts:
"Why is it the back again?"
How many times has this happened? You can’t always make the same mistakes!
The doors and windows are closed, and there is no strong wind. Could it be that the puppet will turn over on its own?
Shang Jiuming subconsciously closed his eyes and pretended to move around. He paused for a few breaths and then suddenly opened his eyes. However, the Excalibur puppet was facing up and did not turn over.
Was he really so addicted that he hallucinated that he didn't flip the Excalibur puppet?
Shang Jiuming closed his eyes in confusion. This time he really started to practice. After a while, he realized something and opened his eyes.
When he opened it, his pupils shrank violently, because the Excalibur puppet turned over again, with its back facing up, allowing himself to indulge in the Sixteen-Character Jingshen Sword Technique, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to make gestures.
Meng Qi lay quietly and smiled to himself, "You want to deceive me?" no way!
Shang Jiuming's eyes gradually became solemn, and he said to himself: "Every time the Excalibur puppet is born, it is accompanied by robbery, killing and blood. Could it be that it is infected with obsession and hostility, which makes it a bit weird? "
Inexplicably feeling more gloomy, Shang Jiuming couldn't calm down, and murmured: "Should I soak in excrement water and use dirty things to drive away evil spirits, or should I use incense to resolve it..."
Shit... Meng Qi was stunned and decided to change his approach.
After that, Shang Jiuming never encountered the Excalibur puppet turning its back inexplicably.
In the dead of night, he breathed long and was in a dream.
In the blur, a white-clothed figure appeared in front of him, standing proudly on the bridge, holding a sword in one hand, with his back facing him. It attracted all the attention at once, making him forget other things, as if he was the master of this world.