On the altar, Tianji Sanren listened to the words of the demon cultivator of the Ziyue Society, their expressions were gloomy, and it was extremely difficult to see.
The sentence "You're not very good at calculating, just do it" is not very harmful but extremely insulting.
The demon cultivator said such words in a mocking tone, obviously not taking Tianji Sanren's divination ability seriously.
Tianji Sanren's old palm holding the bamboo stick was slightly forceful, and his thin old face had deep eye sockets.
He glanced at the demon cultivator of the Purple Moon Society with his remaining half-blind eye. The gray-black eyes suddenly had a slight change, giving people a strong sense of chaos.
With just one glance, he had already used the power given to him by heaven to see the end of this demon cultivator from the Purple Moon Society.
"Humph, are you trying to scare me?" Ziyuehui Demon Cultivator looked at the single eye that made him feel slightly palpitated, and continued to speak coldly.
Most of the demon cultivators do not believe in fate, they do evil things, and they do not take retribution seriously.
Therefore, people like Xiang Tianji Sanren are regarded as magic sticks in their eyes.
Little do you know that some people may seem to be awesome, but they are really awesome secretly.
"Your name is Chong Hui, right? I have seen your ending." A smile appeared on Tianji Sanren's face, and he no longer paid attention to the previous ridicule of the Purple Moon Society demon cultivator.
If a dying man wants to express his quickness of speech, let him say a few words casually.
"Pretend to be a ghost." The demon cultivator named Chong Hui sneered, but did not take Tianji Sanren's words to heart.
In his opinion, Tianji Sanren is just the mysterious leader of an intelligence agency.
He also does all kinds of disgusting things behind the scenes.
No, we just made a deal with demon cultivators like us who are despised by cultivators.
He is definitely not doing anything good with the Soul Jade.
To put it simply, that is - this bad old man is very bad!
If this kind of person can spy on the secrets of heaven, then the Tiandao thing is really interesting.
At best, it's just a deduction based on the powerful intelligence behind it.
Regarding Chong Hui's continued ridicule, Tianji Sanren did not comment. Tianji Sanren, who thought he had seen the ending of his life, had a different mentality.
This kind of wonderful feeling of being aloof and like a god on earth always makes him particularly intoxicated.
Just now, he saw that not long after, there would be a long sword piercing Chong Hui's body.
This long sword has a unique appearance and is completely black.
Even the sword body and tip are all black.
This gave Tianji Sanren an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Although he had never seen this sword, he always felt that something was wrong.
Soon, a message flashed in his mind!
—Lu Chaoge’s [Not Too Late]!
Outside Feiniao City, Tianji Sanren had seen Lu Chaoge take action to solve the bird trouble. But at that time, Lu Chaoge never came out of her sheath.
But from the intelligence he collected, as well as the outside world's description of "Bu Late", it was said that it was a sword that was completely black, like a sword stained by ink.
"Could it be his sword?" Tianji Sanren thought in his heart.
As soon as he thought of this, he leaned on the bamboo stick and looked at Chong Hui with his single eye that had returned to gray and black color, and said: "I heard that your Ziyue Society was in a stronghold somewhere in Qinglong River, and was killed by a person who was only the second in cultivation. A young swordsman from a high level was served in a pot?"
As he spoke, he deliberately pretended to be sarcastic with Chong Hui and said, "I wonder how much damage has been done?"
Chong Hui glanced at him and said, "Huh, old man, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."
He naturally knew about this shocking battle. A sword cultivator with only the second level of cultivation actually wielded an unrivaled sword and killed all the [Seventh Messenger] Yao Yi with one sword!
You must know that Chong Hui himself is only at the level of Six-round Ziyue, one round less than Yaoyi.
Although he knows very well that the reason why Yao Yi has a high level within the organization is because she is special, not because of how strong she is. However, it was still outrageous to be killed by a young swordsman like this.
The most important thing is that he witnessed Yao Yi getting that opportunity with his own eyes.
She and Chi Xiao merged into one body, it was on this altar!
Red Owl's blood and soul poured into her body.
He still remembers the beautiful scene when she was naked and then burned by the Red Owl's fire until she screamed in agony.
"What a pity." Chong Chong thought.
At the same time, what puzzled him the most was that if Yao Yi was beheaded, Red Xiao would probably revive.
How did this weak swordsman named Lu Chaoge kill all the red owl!
Tianji Sanren looked at him and continued to speak in a hoarse voice: "The stronghold of Qinglongchuan was destroyed. Didn't you Ziyue Guild plan to do anything to that little Momen?"
Chong Hui glanced at him and said nothing. Instead, he made a secret gesture with his hands and pressed his palms on the altar.
The next moment, Tianji Sanren was "invited" out of the altar.
Tianji Sanren, who was holding a bamboo stick, glanced at the bright moon in the sky, looked back at the boulder, chuckled, and flew towards the west.
He was about to make his sixteenth move.
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On the border of Qingzhou, a small village near the sea.
For the villagers, tonight is just another simple night.
They live here, day after day, year after year. The most novel thing for them recently is that the old man with a broken leg who knits straw sandals has a relative who looks like a scholar coming to his home, and he has been staying there for more than half a month.
Compared with the delicate and beautiful poplar trees, the women in the village actually prefer middle-aged Confucian scholars.
The poplar tree is so beautiful, even more handsome than the most handsome girl in the village.
But the middle-aged Confucian scholar was different. Although he looked ordinary, his temperament was elegant and he was the type admired by these uneducated village women.
Therefore, in the past half month, their buttocks were swaying happily, and the bolder ones even made eye contact with them.
In their opinion, the middle-aged Confucian scholar must be from the city. It is said that city people like to eat wild vegetables the most.
In the same way, men in the city may also... um~ um~
Yang Shu, who already knew the identity of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, felt mixed emotions when looking at what these aunts did every day.
That's Lord Sword Master, the most powerful man in Qingzhou...
During this half month, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and the old man with a broken leg spent most of their time discussing Taoism.
They didn't shy away from Yang Shu, but he didn't understand either.
His realm is still too low, far from it.
For him, the arrival of Lord Sword Master did not make his life change too much.
The biggest change was that he initially called the old man with a broken leg grandpa, but the old man wanted to accept him as a disciple, so he asked him to call him master instead. But after the middle-aged Confucian scholar came, the old man with a broken leg Luo Heshan , and began to ask Yang Shu to call Grandpa back.
But he couldn't let Ji Changkong take advantage of him for no reason.
There is no need for master-disciple or anything like that! Just recognize a grandson!
A master can teach his disciples, and a grandfather can naturally teach his grandson!
Wonderful!
At this moment, young Yang Shu was carrying a bucket out to fetch water according to his grandfather's previous instructions.
After enduring a wave of teasing from the villagers, he returned to the small courtyard and saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar resigning.
"Is Lord Sword Master leaving?" Yang Shu thought in his heart.
After getting along with him for half a month, he felt that Master Jianzun was an extremely approachable person, with no airs and a gentle temper. Even if he was teased by village women every day, he always had a smile on his face.
Unlike grandpa, who has such a bad temper.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed towards Luo Heshan and said, "Senior Luo, this junior has been bothering me for half a month, so it's time to leave. But before leaving, I want to take a look at the Eye of Chaos. Is that okay?"
Luo Heshan nodded, glanced at Yang Shu, and said, "Boy, you go too."
"Huh?" Yang Shu, who had just poured the well water from the bucket into the large vat, couldn't help but groan.
"Ah what!" The grumpy Luo Heshan glared at him and said, "Since you have accepted my inheritance, it is time to know your responsibilities."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the three figures disappeared in the courtyard.
By the time Yang Shu regained his sight, the three of them were already suspended above an endless ocean!
Yang Shu knew clearly that the small village was located on the border of Qingzhou and the sea. This sea area was the endless sea outside Qingzhou.
The sea surface seems calm, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at the sea, then nodded secretly, with a relieved look on his face.
Yang Shu looked down and saw nothing but the sea water, let alone the Eye of Chaos.
Luo Heshan looked at the confused Yang Shu and said, "Boy, the [Eye of Chaos] is at the deepest part of the Endless Sea. With your cultivation, you can't see there yet."
"Grandpa, what is the Eye of Chaos?" Yang Shu still couldn't help but be curious.
He couldn't figure out what it was that made Master Sword Master so interested in it.
Luo Heshan looked at him and said: "The Eye of Chaos is where strange beasts appear. The earliest strange beasts that appeared in the Tianxuan World were the Eyes of Chaos that came from the depths of the seabed!"
"What!" Yang Shu was shocked when he heard this.
"Don't worry, the Eye of Chaos has been the same for nearly ten thousand years, but it has always existed." Luo Heshan said.
At this time, Yang Shu couldn't help but think of the responsibilities the old man had just told him.
Luo Heshan seemed to have guessed Yang Shu's thoughts. He looked at the sea and said calmly: "And I am Qingzhou's first line of defense outside the Eye of Chaos."
An old man with a broken leg is the first line of defense for an entire large state!
One person and one sword is the high wall by the sea!
He looked at the poplar tree and said, "If I die, this job will be left to you."
With just one sentence, Yang Shu's beautiful and delicate face turned pale with fright.
He was originally a beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth. At this moment, even his lips were slightly white, and his body began to tremble.
Because he was so beautiful, he actually had the feeling of being overshadowed by his beauty.
-This is a huge burden!
Yang Shu looked at Luo Heshan, thinking that his grandfather would scold him.
Because he knew that grandpa hated his timid appearance. Every time he saw it, he would feel that he was not up to par and would scold him.
But at this time, he saw a kind and gentle smile on Luo Heshan's face for the first time.
The old man patted the beautiful young man's head gently and said, "I'm not dead yet. If you want to carry the burden, it's not your turn yet."
This sentence made the young Yang Shu's mentality improve slightly, but only slightly.
He couldn't help but think of how his third senior brother, Mo Dongfang, loved listening to the master uncle's stories about the Monkey King, and recalled the Monkey King's Sea-Dinging Needle.
But... can I do it
How can a small sapling stand in this vast ocean
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the trembling young man and smiled.
He couldn't help but remember that when he asked Luo Heshan why he chose this child, Senior Luo's reply was: "This kid may be timid, but also brave."
The old man believed that even if something strange happened to the Eye of Chaos that had been intact for thousands of years after his own death, the child would still shoulder his responsibilities.
On that day, this boy who is considered the most effeminate in the eyes of the common people may wield the most manly sword in the world!
(PS: The last few chapters are about to reveal a corner of the world background. When I was writing this chapter, I read the news in the past few days. Regarding the border, I had mixed feelings in my heart, and then I remembered the previously written "Night Player" , I am very proud that I have also written works with this kind of theme and core, although I have not written them perfectly)
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