Chapter 553: Foolish Swordsman and Ruthless Sword
After hearing Mo Chanyi's talk about the dilapidated house, Lao Jiang nodded in agreement. He thought that Immortal Chanyi's description was great.
So apt.
As expected of the great master of Kuhai, he has a clear vision of the problem and speaks in a pleasant way.
The old riddle people are completely different from those slutty bitches who know something but insist on hiding it.
It seems like nothing was said, but it seems to point out something important.
This is the art of speaking.
When the Immortal Venerable saw Lao Jiang nod, he also nodded and said:
“It’s good that you understand.
You, please keep an eye on your Mo Jun when you go to the West Sea.
He now seems to be ready to tear down the house.
The Mohist sect saved the world from danger and turned the tide when the country was on the verge of collapse. Everyone remembers this kindness and takes good care of the Mohist family.
But if Mo Jun really has a fierce tiger and does something that harms this world, then don’t blame me for not showing my kindness.”
"Well, actually, I don't know what my head is going to do now."
Lao Jiang said with a headache:
"His sullen personality is really frustrating."
"Alas, I don't know how to evaluate Mo Lan."
Chan Yi Xian Zun said with great regret:
"Time flies, and the world changes. People should always look forward and live in the present. However, people like Mo Lan, who are thoughtful, always want to stay in the good times of the past.
He is not an escapist, and although he can be considered a pillar of society , he is not obsessed with the past and unwilling to let go.
Well, let him be."
After saying that, Ruyue blinked her eyes, turned over, and leaned comfortably in Lao Jiang's arms, unaware of what had just happened to her.
Lao Jiang's eyes twitched as he watched.
Now he finally understood why everyone disliked Taofuyuan and Immortal Master Mo Chanyi.
This immortal path in the mortal world has millions of incarnations, and it turns out that this is the pattern.
Who can stand this?
What if you offend the Immortal Lord and get slashed on the neck by the person next to you while you sleep in the middle of the night... My goodness, isn't this a real example of being shot eight times in the back and then being judged as suicide?
So scary.
"But there must be a limit to what you can do, right?"
Lao Jiang stroked his chin and thought:
"It's impossible that he can control Xun Dao and Ku Hai like this. That's too scary. Forget it, forget it. I won't think about it anymore. People who think about it will feel uneasy. Let 's watch the game.
Just keep watching the game."
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Lao Jiang was watching the game comfortably, somewhere thousands of miles away.
On the northern border of the East, close to the land of the northern demon tribe, on the Kunlun Mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, where the sword masters of the Kunlun School live, a discussion about him is taking place.
The Kunlun Sect is the backbone of the Immortal Alliance and a holy place for sword practitioners in the world. Logically speaking, it should be the most magnificent place of a large sect.
However, the mountain gate architecture of this school can be described as simple.
There was no large-scale construction, no cutting of mountains and splitting of rocks to build a grand and majestic sect hall. Instead, a "primitive" scene was presented everywhere.
There is an ancient mountain gate standing halfway up the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, where the main body of the sect is located, there is only an endless stretch of sword pavilions of various colors. In short, it is not sophisticated and does not have the majesty of a major sect.
This is probably because sword practitioners are so devoted to swords that they don’t really care about enjoying material things.
Although the Kunlun sect looks low-key, it has its own characteristics that are very different from other sects.
For example, in front of the sect hall that they built by chiseling through the mountain, a giant sword was inserted on the cliff. It was a hundred feet high, with an ancient and majestic shape. The sunlight sprinkled through the sea of clouds at the foot of the mountain, reflecting cold rays of light on the sword.
Half of the sword was inserted into the ground, and eight chains extended from the sword guard to the west, fixing the eight floating islands suspended outside the mountain in the sea of clouds.
This sword, named Kunlun, was the sword used by the founder of the Kunlun Sect.
It is so domineering and unparalleled that it has been stabbing here for nearly five hundred years, and its sword energy is still extremely sharp. This giant sword is the core of the Kunlun School's mountain-protecting sword formation. The other nine hundred and ninety-nine spiritual swords are all controlled with this sword as the core.
The Kunlun Sword is a famous magical sword in the Ku Mu Realm.
It is almost impossible to destroy it.
Fang Qingyun told Lao Jiang that the Kunlun Sect's defense had almost no weaknesses, because the sword in front of him was too sharp.
Unfortunately, its owner, Zhuge Wanli, who founded the Kunlun Sect and was revered as the "Sword Saint" by sword practitioners, died in the battle to exorcise demons in the West Sea five hundred years ago.
The Sword Master has passed away, leaving behind only the magical treasure here to support a sect, which is really sad.
In addition to the main body of Kunlun Sect, the eight floating islands suspended in the sea of clouds are also unique. There are also eight sword pavilions on them, each with a name, representing the places where the eight elders of Kunlun Sect raise swords.
Below the Sword Pavilion and on the floating island, all kinds of swords were inserted everywhere, making it look like eight hedgehog-like sword tombs.
There is a disciple next to each sword.
It was early , a good time for sword practitioners to use the sword energy of the Kunlun Sword to nourish their own spiritual swords.
Well, sword slaves don’t count, they themselves are the “Spirit Sword Sheaths” and do not need the sword energy of the Kunlun Sword to sharpen their Spirit Sword sword techniques.
At this early morning hour, when the sun was rising and the purple air was coming from the east, under the blade of Kunlun's magical sword, on the ancient sword-altar, several elders were discussing matters.
Seeing their frowning brows, one can tell that the current situation is very troublesome.
"Fang Qingyun's soul was destroyed in the early morning on a deserted island in the West Sea."
The old man with a white beard, wearing linen clothes and carrying an unsheathed heavy sword, whispered:
“Also wiped out were the twenty-seven sword slaves who were sent out to hunt down the evil cultivator. None of them returned, and the twenty-seven spirit swords were also cut off from their connection with the sword tomb. I used the sword-controlling technique to sense that they were scattered all over the West Sea.
I have to send a disciple there to retrieve the spirit sword.
But should we send out this sword slave or not?"
"What kind of pie?"
The colorfully-dressed female swordsman opposite him held a strangely slender sword with a hilt and guard that looked like a coiled snake, exuding an evil aura.
It's hard to tell the age of this female cultivator, but there's always a weird air about her when she speaks.
She glanced at the sect's main hall that was carved out of the mountain in the distance and said in a hostile tone:
"These twenty-seven, plus the eighteen who went to the Southern Wasteland yesterday, and the four sword slaves around that useless guy, in less than a day, my mountain has lost nearly fifty sword slaves.
They were all experts in the spiritual realm, and the spiritual swords they held were all top-grade. Such a loss was already devastating.
I think that's enough for that trouble maker.
The opponent is tough and fierce. Maybe that loser has offended someone he shouldn't have. Now it's obvious that sending the sword slave is just to die. If we want to hunt down the murderer, the elders have to take action now."
"That's not nice of you, Junior Sister."
The last one, who was holding a walking stick and looking very old, with almost no hair, coughed and said in a gentle tone:
"Fang Qingyun is a disciple of my Kunlun Sect, and he is also the direct descendant of the Sect Leader. He is also related to the breakthrough of the Sect Leader's ruthless sword art. For both public and private reasons, we cannot turn a blind eye to the fact that he was crushed to ashes.
The headmaster is in seclusion now. Once he comes out, he will be a great master in the sea of suffering."
The old man shook his head and nodded the bamboo sword in his hand on the ground. He lowered his voice and said to his fellow apprentices:
"I know what you are thinking. But you two are not ignorant of the ways of the world. Even if you are pretending, you have to pretend that you care about this matter."
"Brother Qingzhu, this is not our sect's internal affairs. It is the sect leader's private matter."
The female swordsman complained in great dissatisfaction:
"Over the years, how many times have we cleaned up the mess Fang Qingyun made? That little bastard relied on the 'protection' of the Sect Leader to provoke powerful enemies everywhere.
Have you forgotten that five years ago, we almost went into a full-scale war with that troublesome spell sect because of his flirting with the disciples of the Five Elements Square? Fortunately, the Immortal Alliance mediated.
And have you forgotten about the Liangyi Weichen Mountain?
That little bastard secretly slept with someone else's disciple and his fellow Taoist partner, and almost caused a huge chaos. Brother Qingzhu had to go and apologize in person, and present seven top-grade spiritual swords to the victim and the other sect, before the matter was settled.
Whose family business can withstand being destroyed by that second-generation rich kid?
The Kunlun Sect does not belong exclusively to the Fang family! Before Master died in battle, he left a will, saying that we disciples should unite and maintain the sword cultivation heritage.
Senior Brother Fang Lu is considered smart and capable, but he is confused about his own affairs. If he wants to practice the ruthless sword art, there is more than one way to do it, which is to kill his wife and children.
I think it’s a good thing that the little bastard died, and it saved us a lot of trouble.”
"Silence!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other two immediately glared at him, especially the elderly Green Bamboo Swordsman, who cursed in frustration:
"You're telling me what's on your mind? I think you're the one who's lost your mind! You also know that the Sect Master practices the ruthless sword art, and doesn't recognize relatives. If you displease him, he can destroy your cultivation with just one sword!"
"I can't help it."
The colorful-clothed female cultivator looked at the snake sword in her hand with reluctance and said helplessly:
"If you practice the Heart-Severing Sword Art, you can't lie... What else can I do?"
"So you should just learn to shut up, Junior Sister!"
The hemp-clothed swordsman sighed and said:
"Master asked you to practice silent meditation, but you didn't want to do it. What should you do? Brother Qingzhu is right about this matter. It doesn't matter what we think in our hearts. We have to save face.
I think we should send an elder to hunt down the evil cultivators, just as a last resort. That way, even if the head of the sect comes out of retreat, he won’t be able to find any mistakes made by us.”
"So, who should we send?"
The colorful-clothed nun blinked her eyes, took a step back, and said:
"Let me make it clear in advance that I will not go! My swordsmanship is about to make a breakthrough, and I need to borrow Kunlun's magical treasure to hone my swordsmanship. I cannot leave the sect."
"Who asked you to go?"
The Green Bamboo Swordsman glanced at the colorful-clothed female cultivator and said:
"With your level of cultivation, you will be killed by a sword if you go there, and we will have to avenge you, which is troublesome. For this matter, we need to find someone who is not afraid of offending others and whose brain is not so bright..."
"Brother, do you mean to let Old Seven go?"
The Mai Yi swordsman stroked his chin and said:
"Old Seven's innate body-breaking sword energy has reached the highest level, so there is no need to worry about his combat effectiveness. But his brain is so weak that if he meets a cunning person, he might be deceived...
I’m afraid something bad will happen.”
"Isn't that better?"
Qingzhu Sword Cultivator said in a leisurely tone:
"Old Seven is naturally dull, and he received great kindness from the headmaster in the past, so he will do his best to do what he has decided. But Old Seven has a strange fate, and he always encounters all kinds of strange things, but he can always get out of danger.
Letting him go will not only demonstrate our determination, but will also avoid wasting the sect's resources.
That’s good.”
"Brother, isn't it a bit of bullying for us to do this?"
The colorful-clothed female cultivator whispered:
"What if that fool Lao Qi really encounters danger?"
Hearing this, Qingzhu Swordsman said in a gentle tone:
"Since Junior Sister feels sorry for Old Seven, how about... you go in his place?"
"Forget it, forget it."
The female cultivator's face changed, and she waved her hand and said:
“Old Seven is very powerful and ranks among the top five in the sect. I am just a low-ranking elder who is just about to break through to the Divine Realm. If I don’t have such little ability, why would I embarrass myself? How can I do things for him?
Well, let me go and tell Lao Qi about this.
Brothers, please take a rest first. I will be back soon."
