Repugnant Gateway

Chapter 1144: I see

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No one noticed that dozens of Xuntian Immortal Masters from the Immortal Master Mansion, plus a high-status Xuntian Superintendent, died quietly in the bell tower of Fangcheng County. The corpses were lying here and there, and the heads were stacked up to form a tower of human heads. The young man named Lou Twelve cried loudly for the first time.

The old man's eyes were full of disappointment and relief.

The ancient bronze sword flew out and headed straight towards Xu Shuyi like a rainbow piercing the sun. The brush in Xu Xieyi's hand drew a circle, and as the ink gradually flowed down in the air, a splash-ink painting of distant mountains came out. The ancient bronze sword struck the distant mountain as if it struck a real high mountain. The mountain is a distant one, so it doesn't look big, but it is majestic and majestic. The sword stabbed into the mountain and broke the mountain, but there was still a mountain outside.

“Students think that no matter what path they take, the end point is still the same and there is no need to worry about so many processes.”

Xu Shuiyi still leaned forward slightly, looking extremely humble: "Students dare not disturb the dean. When I was practicing in the academy, the dean personally taught me, so the dean is also my husband. Once a teacher, always a father... The student came here just to send his husband back to Yancheng for retirement. Secondly, he wanted to take away the people he shouldn’t have left behind.”

Xu Shuiyi looked at the ancient sword, and his eyes finally became brighter: "Sir's sword has not been touched for a hundred years. Sir, you respect the student. Thank you, student."

"Sir is right, but students also have their own opinions."

Fangcheng County, six hundred miles away.

The ancient bronze sword broke through ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine mountains. The long sword was like a song, unruly, but it finally stopped at the last foot of the last mountain. The sword got stuck on that mountain. The light on his body gradually dimmed.

Xu Xieyi made another stroke, and an ink dragon appeared in the sky and headed straight for Dai Yuchou. Dai Yuchou picked up the sword box and faced it to the sky. Ten thousand swords fired in unison, cutting off the ink dragon bit by bit in mid-air. The dragon's roar ceased, and the sword energy returned to its original state.

There are green mountains and green willows on both sides, and there is a small river flowing almost parallel to the official road next to the official road. The scenery is tranquil and natural. Dai Yuchou, the old dean of Sulan County Branch of Baisheng Academy, opened the curtain of the car window and looked out, frowning deeply.

Dai Yuchou was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Okay, okay, as expected, you are still the same Xu Xieyi who doesn't take anyone seriously, but always pretends to be humble, prudent and polite. You were on the screen wall of the academy back then. Draw a picture of the stars in the sky and steal the sword intention of the heaven and earth. When I saw it, I sealed your sword vein air points and told you that you would never use the sword for eternity... Thinking about it now, I saw through your paranoia and sternness at that time. Why don’t you teach more and block more?”

Xu Shuiyi coughed a few times, and there was a soft popping sound between his eyebrows, and a shallow red gash opened. Although the sword was stuck on the last mountain, the sword's power was just a little short of being able to penetrate Xu Xieyi's head. The ancient bronze sword was stuck in the last foot of the last mountain. If it went one foot further, the sword would pierce Xu Xieyi's head.

Xu's freehand brushstrokes are endless, and the mountains are stacked up. That sword broke through one mountain after another, and at this time, between the sword and Xu Xieyi, an extremely majestic and spectacular picture had been completed. What this painting depicts is the Shiwanda Mountain where the Divine Tribunal is located.

Xu Shuiyi lifted up her gown and knelt down, buttoning her head three times with a bang, not caring at all that the wound on her forehead hit the ground.

"Old Dean, in front..."

He remembered that there was a small town called Boting a few dozen miles ahead. It had a sparse population and the name of the town was somewhat elegant. Legend has it that a literary saint once came out of this small town, so the people here are quite proud even if they are poor.

He is holding the sword box in his hand. He is old but vigorous. His fingers tapped gently on the sword box rhythmically, and Xu Xieyi's expression changed slightly in the distance.

Following the rhythm of the fingers, a group of fairies holding musical instruments seemed to appear in the sky, playing music and dancing at the same time. It sounds peaceful and peaceful, but on the ground there is a tense situation, with fierce fighting and iron horses.

"Long banished."

There were obviously no signs of danger, maybe everyone was just too nervous.

Xu Shuiyi lowered his head: "Student understand, sir, you are about to die, so you don't care about death. But sir, I am still young and I care about a lot. Do you understand, sir?"

Xu Shuiyi laughed: "Sir, you don't allow me to use a sword, so I haven't used a sword since."

"Sir, give up."

Six hundred miles later, the team was walking faster and faster. Dai Yuchou clearly felt that the entire team was enveloped in a depressing and dull atmosphere. The faster they walked, the faster they walked, which only meant that most people were starting to feel nervous.

Xu Shuiyi lifted up her gown and knelt down, buttoning her head three times with a bang, not caring at all that the wound on her forehead hit the ground.

"You only remember that you are a disciple of Baisheng Academy. What's the use of it?"

A pen appeared in Xu Shuiyi's hand, which looked extremely ordinary. His pen moved forward, and a shady story spilled out like a splash of ink. The black ink in mid-air was full of poetic meaning. However, with a turn of the pen, the landscape picture suddenly turned into a god of war with black armor and black horse, running rampant, with long arms and a broken melody.

There were obviously no signs of danger, maybe everyone was just too nervous.

The old man shook his head: "Do you still remember the horoscope comment I gave you back then?"

"Sir, give up."

Dai Yuchou's carriage was large and empty. He was the only one in the carriage. He sat cross-legged, in front of him was a low table that could fit in the carriage, with a sword box on it. Having just opened the package, there was still a lot of dust on the sword box. Dai Yuchou took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it gently.

The old man shook his head: "Do you still remember the horoscope comment I gave you back then?"

Xu Shuiyi laughed: "Sir, you don't allow me to use a sword, so I haven't used a sword since."

Xu Shuiyi lowered his head: "Student understand, sir, you are about to die, so you don't care about death. But sir, I am still young and I care about a lot. Do you understand, sir?"

"You only remember that you are a disciple of Baisheng Academy. What's the use of it?"

The team suddenly stopped, but no one spoke. Dai Yuchou lowered his head and wiped the sword box, his ears moved slightly, and then he sighed.

He is holding the sword box in his hand. He is old but vigorous. His fingers tapped gently on the sword box rhythmically, and Xu Xieyi's expression changed slightly in the distance.

The old man hummed: "I can see that you have changed a lot. When you were in the academy, I can't say how well I treated you, and I can't say that I didn't treat you well. You were independent in the academy, and I didn't care. , because I know that with your talent, you will achieve success sooner or later. I gave you eight words to warn you, but who would have thought that you would end up being opportunistic. "

The old man shook his head gently: "The lonelier you are, the more murderous you are."

"Sir, I understand the meaning of music and swordsmanship."

"Old people don't care much anymore, do you understand?"

Dai Yuchou's eyes flashed slightly, and the sword box opened with a snap. There was a long sword like a stream of autumn water inside, exuding a simple atmosphere. This is an ancient bronze sword, but the sword body is as bright and clear as blue waves, completely different from ordinary bronze swords.

Fangcheng County, six hundred miles away.

No one spoke, but he could clearly hear the man in front of him breathing faster, and his heartbeat getting louder and faster.

The sword energy may be long or short. When viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a piece of music.

"Old Dean, in front..."

The sword energy may be long or short. When viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a piece of music.

He folded his hands into fists and saluted again.

"When you left the academy, you said you would travel around the world and come back to see me when you achieve something successful."

Someone said half a sentence outside the carriage, but the second half seemed to be afraid to say it out.

The old man's tone was a little sad: "Is this how you came to see me?"

"Help me out of the car."

Xu Shuiyi laughed: "Sir, you don't allow me to use a sword, so I haven't used a sword since."

“Students think that no matter what path they take, the end point is still the same and there is no need to worry about so many processes.”

"Sir is right, but students also have their own opinions."

Xu Shuiyi looked at the ancient sword, and his eyes finally became brighter: "Sir's sword has not been touched for a hundred years. Sir, you respect the student. Thank you, student."

He is holding the sword box in his hand. He is old but vigorous. His fingers tapped gently on the sword box rhythmically, and Xu Xieyi's expression changed slightly in the distance.

"Old people don't care much anymore, do you understand?"

The curtain was opened, and the servant helped Dai Yuchou out of the carriage. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his head and chest, and his rickety body suddenly stood up straight, like a green pine that has not fallen down even though it is a thousand years old.

"Old Dean, in front..."

"There is Dugu in the music."

"Sir, I understand the meaning of music and swordsmanship."

The corner of Dai Yuchou's mouth twitched, and a trace of blood was looming.

He strode to the front of the team and found a table on the official road. A man in silver-white brocade clothes was sitting cross-legged on the ground and playing the piano. The guqin on the table looks to be at least a few hundred years old, and its sound is as sweet as mountain water.

Dai Yuchou vomited blood from his mouth and smiled bitterly: "You are better than someone who is good at it. You are amazing."

"Sir is old."

The corner of Dai Yuchou's mouth twitched, and a trace of blood was looming.

The sword energy may be long or short. When viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a piece of music.

"Old Dean, in front..."

"There is Dugu in the music."

But at this moment, many tiny black threads suddenly appeared on the ground. They crawled up densely and climbed up Dai Yuchou's legs, quickly dyeing Dai Yuchou's lower body black.

"There is Dugu in the music."

Dai Yuchou said: "You have reached such a height, why do you need to thank me?"

Dai Yuchou took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the sword box flew over from the carriage and struck beside him with a bang.

Dai Yuchou smiled bitterly, said nothing, closed his eyes, and died.

"Xu Xieyi, a disciple of the academy, pays homage to the dean."

The old man shook his head gently: "The lonelier you are, the more murderous you are."

Xu Shuiyi lifted up her gown and knelt down, buttoning her head three times with a bang, not caring at all that the wound on her forehead hit the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and one of the strings was broken. The middle-aged man in white raised his head and glanced at the old man, then stood up and bowed with his hands clasped, very sincerely and seriously.

"Sir, give up."

Dai Yuchou lay down and looked at the sky: "You are the second most hypocritical person I have ever seen."

"You only remember that you are a disciple of Baisheng Academy. What's the use of it?"

Xu Shuiyi stood there for a moment, looked at the dead Dai Yuchou, and his face became relieved: "Oh... I understand."

Dai Yuchou smiled bitterly, said nothing, closed his eyes, and died.

The old man's tone was a little sad: "Is this how you came to see me?"

"Xu Xieyi, a disciple of the academy, pays homage to the dean."

"Old people don't care much anymore, do you understand?"

Dai Yuchou vomited blood from his mouth and smiled bitterly: "You are better than someone who is good at it. You are amazing."

"go!"

Xu Shuiyi lowered his head: "Student understand, sir, you are about to die, so you don't care about death. But sir, I am still young and I care about a lot. Do you understand, sir?"

"It's really you."

Dai Yuchou took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the sword box flew over from the carriage and struck beside him with a bang.

No one spoke, but he could clearly hear the man in front of him breathing faster, and his heartbeat getting louder and faster.

He looked at Xu Xieyi and said.

"Sir, the music of the piano is astonishing to the world, and I will accompany it with my pen and ink."

"You only remember that you are a disciple of Baisheng Academy. What's the use of it?"

The old man's eyes were full of disappointment and relief.

"Old Dean, in front..."

"When you left the academy, you said you would travel around the world and come back to see me when you achieve something successful."

With a pop, Dai Yuchou's entire lower body was gone. Any place stained with ink turned into ink, flowing on the ground to form a black puddle. Dai Yuchou let out a scream, and the upper half of his body disappeared from the waist down and he fell to the ground. The blood in his abdomen spurted out like a waterfall. It was extremely miserable.

"You only remember that you are a disciple of Baisheng Academy. What's the use of it?"

The old man's tone was a little sad: "Is this how you came to see me?"

Xu Shuiyi looked at the ancient sword, and his eyes finally became brighter: "Sir's sword has not been touched for a hundred years. Sir, you respect the student. Thank you, student."

However, many things in this world are not as expected.

"Sir, give up."

"Old people don't care much anymore, do you understand?"

"Sir, give up."

"There is Dugu in the music."

Xu Shuiyi stood up and walked slowly towards the practitioners who were escorting the fallen fairy island: "I kill you, sir, as a last resort. If I kill you, there won't be so many difficulties. Escape by yourself, after all, I am a person who grew up in this land. , I don’t want to cause more killings.”

The old man shook his head: "Do you still remember the horoscope comment I gave you back then?"

"You only remember that you are a disciple of Baisheng Academy. What's the use of it?"

"Xu Xieyi, a disciple of the academy, pays homage to the dean."

Xu Shuiyi rowed backwards, hooked his fingers far away, and the strings of the guqin that were placed on the spot stretched and made a clanging sound. Like a long sword unsheathed, like an eagle roaring.

The team suddenly stopped, but no one spoke. Dai Yuchou lowered his head and wiped the sword box, his ears moved slightly, and then he sighed.

"When you left the academy, you said you would travel around the world and come back to see me when you achieve something successful."

No one spoke, but he could clearly hear the man in front of him breathing faster, and his heartbeat getting louder and faster.

"Sir is right, but students also have their own opinions."

Xu Shuyi's face seemed to have changed slightly, but his humble attitude remained unchanged: "The student remembers that the teacher said that students are impetuous and opportunistic. The student has always kept these eight-character comments in mind, so he has been diligently cultivating his character over the years. ”

No one spoke, but he could clearly hear the man in front of him breathing faster, and his heartbeat getting louder and faster.

"Sir is old."

"My husband is even more amazing. If my husband were a strong man, I would have died long ago."

Xu Shuiyi stood there for a moment, looked at the dead Dai Yuchou, and his face became relieved: "Oh... I understand."

The corner of Dai Yuchou's mouth twitched, and a trace of blood was looming.

Dai Yulou smiled coldly: "You haven't been studying in the academy for long, so you may not know much about my temperament... I am old, but my bones are still there."

"Sir is right, but students also have their own opinions."

Xu Shuiyi put away his pen and clasped his fists with his hands: "I hope Mr. Wang will fulfill his wish."

"Xu Xieyi, a disciple of the academy, pays homage to the dean."

"It's really you."

Xu Shuiyi raised his head. At this moment, he was no longer a student, but a white-robed oracle from the Divine Tribunal.

The old man shook his head: "Do you still remember the horoscope comment I gave you back then?"

He is holding the sword box in his hand. He is old but vigorous. His fingers tapped gently on the sword box rhythmically, and Xu Xieyi's expression changed slightly in the distance.

"Help me out of the car."

“Students think that no matter what path they take, the end point is still the same and there is no need to worry about so many processes.”

"My husband is even more amazing. If my husband were a strong man, I would have died long ago."

"Old Dean, in front..."

No one spoke, but he could clearly hear the man in front of him breathing faster, and his heartbeat getting louder and faster.

Xu Shuiyi lifted up her gown and knelt down, buttoning her head three times with a bang, not caring at all that the wound on her forehead hit the ground.

Dai Yulou smiled coldly: "You haven't been studying in the academy for long, so you may not know much about my temperament... I am old, but my bones are still there."

The sound of the piano swept out a half-moon-shaped trace, and all the musical sounds in front of him were interrupted by this clang. Thousands of swords rained down, but they were closed but not released. Dai Yuchi's expression changed greatly, he put his hands on the sword box, golden light flashed in the sword box, and thousands of swords came out.

He bowed his head again: "Sir, please take pity on me and hand him over to me. You can return to Yancheng. After the student has finished what he should do, he will go to Yancheng to find you to plead guilty."

"Sir, the music of the piano is astonishing to the world, and I will accompany it with my pen and ink."

He folded his hands into fists and saluted again.

Xu Shuiyi put away his pen and clasped his fists with his hands: "I hope Mr. Wang will fulfill his wish."

"Old people don't care much anymore, do you understand?"

Dai Yuchou said: "You have reached such a height, why do you need to thank me?"

Xu Shuiyi stood there for a moment, looked at the dead Dai Yuchou, and his face became relieved: "Oh... I understand."

Dai Yuchou took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the sword box flew over from the carriage and struck beside him with a bang.

But at this moment, many tiny black threads suddenly appeared on the ground. They crawled up densely and climbed up Dai Yuchou's legs, quickly dyeing Dai Yuchou's lower body black.

"Old people don't care much anymore, do you understand?"

"There is Dugu in the music."

"When you left the academy, you said you would travel around the world and come back to see me when you achieve something successful."

"Sir, I understand the meaning of music and swordsmanship."

Xu Shuiyi laughed: "Sir, you don't allow me to use a sword, so I haven't used a sword since."

Dai Yulou smiled coldly: "You haven't been studying in the academy for long, so you may not know much about my temperament... I am old, but my bones are still there."

He looked at Xu Xieyi and said.

The practitioners looked at each other, and they didn't know who shouted "Repay Your Majesty," and then rushed over.