(Well, since there is no apparent problem for now, and it has already been completely devoured by the Devouring Robbery, it should be fine...)
It’s just that the side effects of my ability to swallow robbery are still a bit uncomfortable.
Feeling the numbness in his body caused by swallowing the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pill, Luo Wusheng sighed inwardly.
However, this negative emotion was quickly wiped out by the piano music that seemed to soothe everything.
The smile on his face grew wider.
The thing that was automatically playing the peerless piano music was exactly his advanced formless magic weapon.
When the little fox upgraded it, he paid some price and added a whole new form to the formless magic weapon.
Seven-string guqin.
Moreover, unlike the normal use where it has no ability to fight against enemies, the piano form has no ability to fight against enemies. However, as long as it is transformed into piano form, the strings on it will vibrate spontaneously and play the songs that the little fox once played for him.
There is even no consumption in this process, and it can be used without charging Wuxiang.
…
[In the next period of time, I will not be able to accompany you, so let this piano music temporarily take my place...]
[Young Master, remember to get more sunlight on weekdays, and listen to the music of the zither, so that the inner demons will not grow easily... Young Master, don't worry about that matter all day, so as not to ruin your mood. ]
[… I hope you take good care of yourself, I am looking forward to seeing you again. ]
…
The song is over.
Luo Wusheng stretched lazily in the sunlight.
At some point, the lightning on his right arm disappeared, and the numbness caused by swallowing the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pill had also completely subsided.
With a slight wave of his hand, the formless magic weapon changed back into a square shape and fell back into his hand.
Looking at the slowly spinning formless cube in his hand that was emitting terrifying fluctuations, Luo Wusheng's face showed a thoughtful look.
Wuxiang has completed charging.
But the problem is that I have no idea when it was fully charged.
(Based on the conditions before the upgrade, I should have given a woman something that satisfied both of us...)
Luo Wusheng had some guesses, but he raised his hand and put away the formless cube.
He touched the dagger at his waist and looked towards the distant sky.
"Xiao Yuli's family visit isn't over yet... so let's go to Jianyang City for a stroll as planned."
Chapter 227: Mr. Luo, the Storyteller
Jianyang City, Jianzhou.
In a sense, this is indeed a city that can reflect the characteristics of Jianzhou.
As soon as you arrive in the city, you can clearly feel the difference between this place and other places.
(Swordsmen are everywhere, and everything sold in the city is more or less related to swords. The residents of the city are very fond of the stories of swordsmen and swordsmen...)
In a teahouse, a young man was thinking about something.
The space in this teahouse is quite spacious, with exquisitely carved scabbards hanging on all four walls. Only on a person-high thick square mahogany wall in the center, there is a large "Tea" character left by sword marks, indicating that this is not a place for selling swords.
However, this kind of decoration is obviously very useful to the residents of Jianyang City, and there is a constant stream of people coming to this teahouse to drink tea.
The young man, who seemed to be thinking deeply, was standing easily in front of the redwood with sword marks.
He has a handsome face, dressed in a white robe, with a flawless white jade and a wooden wide-bladed dagger hanging from his waist, and a folding fan lightly clasped in his hand.
"Stories and operas are used to persuade people, and the three roads are walked in the middle. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is vicissitudes...!"
The young man spoke softly and swung the folding fan in his hand. A sound was made, and a word "sword" with a certain charm appeared on the fan.
The guests in the teahouse were attracted by the movement and focused their eyes on the young man.
"Oh? Today, the Pinjian Teahouse has a new young storyteller? He looks quite young. Does anyone know him? How does his level compare to the previous gentlemen?"
"He looks a little unfamiliar. Perhaps he is not from Jianyang City? But the old gentlemen are always more knowledgeable. The stories that the young people who lack experience can tell... well, if they have been in the martial arts world for a while, maybe there are some good points to learn from them."
"I think the boy's opening words just now have some charm. It just so happens that I have heard the stories of the gentlemen in the city dozens of times and it is really boring. Occasionally, something new will make me interested..."
There was some noise in the teahouse.
The young man's lips curled up into a faint smile.
This young man was naturally Luo Wusheng, who had just arrived in Jianyang City not long ago.
Seeing that the few lines of setting poem that he had spent a long time looking up from his memory had the expected effect, Luo Wusheng nodded secretly in his heart.
This morning, after receiving a message from Xiao Yuli that she needed to stay at home for a few more days, he finally decided to take a good stroll around Jianzhou.
The preferred destination is Jianyang City, which is very characteristic of Jianzhou.
But he didn't make this decision just for fun.
Now, because his cultivation is restricted by Buddhist prohibitions, if he wants to improve his strength, he only has a few ways left.
One is to use his ability to devour the heavenly tribulation thunder pill left for him by the little fox.
But this process will make your whole body numb if you are not careful, so it is best to do it when there are people protecting you... and the extent of the improvement is really limited. According to Luo Wusheng's estimation, with his current ability to swallow the tribulation, even if he swallowed the entire tribulation thunder pill, he could only barely increase the power of the tribulation thunder on his right arm to the Nascent Soul level.
In this case, this path will be put on hold for the time being.
Turn to another plan - use the secret blood refining method to refine the drop of golden blood given to me by the headless Buddha statue boss as a seal...
Then he failed miserably.
After trying for a long time, he could only peel off an almost imperceptible trace from the seal... Well, this was also within Luo Wusheng's expectations. After all, the function of this drop of blood now is to serve as a seal to suppress the awakening of his divine and demonic holy body. If he simply refined it all, it would lead to his current contradictory situation.
(If I am not mistaken, once I completely refine that drop of golden blood, the seal will be lifted and I will have the possibility to destroy the Buddhist restriction by myself...)
Currently, he cannot completely remove the seal, but he must have the ability to break the restriction at any time and truly advance to the Nascent Soul stage.
This initiative must first be held in one's own hands.
Unfortunately, judging from the current progress, there is still a long way to go.
In this way, if you want to get a powerful hand of cards in a short period of time to deal with emergencies, there is only one way to go.
Luo Wusheng lightly closed the folding fan in his hand and slapped it on the mahogany behind him, making a crisp sound.
The noise in the teahouse gradually died down.
"What the guests just said is correct. I indeed just arrived here today..."
"But when it comes to talking, although I am not very talented, I do have some experience, and I think I will not disappoint you, my guests."
He had a smile on his face, but without waiting for the people around him to make an uproar, he started to speak softly and slowly began to tell a story about a swordsman that he had prepared long ago.
These are what the people in Jianyang City admire the most, but there have been few new stories. They have heard several stories about sword immortals countless times, and no matter how interested they are, they are bound to get aesthetically fatigued.
At this moment, as Luo Wusheng's words spread, all the listeners were slightly stunned.
This is a new story!
Amid the surprised looks from those around him, Luo Wusheng, currently the storyteller in this "Pinjian Teahouse", narrowed his eyes slightly.
Before arriving at Jianyang City in the morning, he quickly got to know the surroundings of this city with strong Jianzhou characteristics.
As for the reasons…
(I don’t know how much power this wave of attempts can accumulate for the manifestation of the Holy Spirit…)
Luo Wusheng muttered to himself.
Yes, from the very beginning he came with the idea of filling up the storage device for collecting the energy derived from the human manifestation after the advancement of the formless magic weapon.
Now that the Formless Cube has been fully charged, we just need to fill up the storage device and this powerful hand card can be created.
To this end, Luo Wusheng combined the various intelligence he had obtained with his own conditions and finally decided on a course of action.
Since the people of Jianyang City like to listen to stories, I will give them stories that they have never heard before in this world where the level of culture and entertainment is lagging behind!
Luo Wusheng, who always liked to be well prepared, changed his attire in order to fit in with the atmosphere of this group of sword practitioners.
The sleeves of his previous clothes happened to be destroyed by the thunder tribulation, so he took this opportunity to change into the white clothes with cloud patterns that his lovely little demon sister had made for him when they were in the royal city. After a little dressing up, he looked like a handsome young man and a swordsman in white.
The folding fan in his hand was bought in the next town... The words on it were naturally not written by Luo Wusheng himself. He had some idea of how unsightly his handwriting was.
At this moment, Luo Wusheng relied on the ability he had developed when telling stories to a little girl to do two things at the same time. While he was telling stories non-stop, he was silently paying attention to the accumulation of his divine power in front of others.
He was still somewhat puzzled as to the divine power displayed before this man.
For example, for some reason, I inexplicably stored a considerable amount of power to show my divine power in front of others yesterday...
After successfully upgrading yesterday, the only people he came into contact with were the monsters under the little fox's command.
Moreover, he was in a state of being numbed by lightning the whole time, and he didn't know where he got the divine qualities from.
As he was thinking, his heart moved.
A veiled woman happened to step into the teahouse at this moment.
(His cultivation level is higher than mine... Nascent Soul? And he's in the middle stage?)
Luo Wusheng took a peek and quickly looked away, as if nothing had happened.
Chapter 228: Ling Shuangxue is surprised (Part 2)
Ling Shuangxue finally arrived in Jianyang City.
However, with her level of cultivation, she should not have arrived today after leaving Jiange yesterday.
Frowning slightly, Ling Shuangxue recalled the reason why she had been delayed for so long...
Yesterday, after she learned the news about the Heavenly Sword Ghost, she quickly made a decision and set out from Jiange as soon as possible.
After all, the trace of the Heavenly Sword Ghost has been discovered, and several teams of cultivators have gathered in Jianyang City, so it is possible that someone will take the lead at any time.
But what she never expected was that halfway through the journey, she was attacked by a monk.
The opponent was very strong, even stronger than her. After several fights, perhaps because she was too anxious about the Sword Ghost and her realm was not yet completely stable, she was caught in a flaw by the opponent and was accidentally hit, leaving her injured.
At this point, the mysterious monk left as if he had accomplished his goal.
Ling Shuangxue also had to find a suitable place to stabilize his injuries.
Originally, Ling Shuangxue thought that the mysterious monk might have come for the Heavenly Rank Sword Ghost as well. After learning from somewhere that the head of the Sword Pavilion was going to take action against the Heavenly Rank Sword Ghost, he was waiting to snipe her and force her to withdraw from the fight with the Sword Ghost.
But she thought again and felt that something was wrong.
The opponent is stronger than me, and he must be as confident as me in dealing with a Heavenly Grade Sword Ghost. If he really came for the Sword Ghost, why didn't he capture it in Jianyang City earlier
After arriving outside Jianyang City, Ling Shuangxue also confirmed the whereabouts of the Heavenly Sword Ghost at this moment.
For some reason, no one has yet succeeded in getting the sword ghost.
This made the leader of Frost Snow Peak, who had not been in the martial arts world for a long time, feel confused.
If it wasn't for the Sword Ghost, why did the mysterious monk attack him? Could it be that the martial arts world now has a trend of looking for people of the same level to fight anytime and anywhere
Ling Shuangxue couldn't understand it, but she was not in a hurry to deal with the Heavenly Grade Sword Ghost.
If she were in her prime, she would have the confidence to deal with the Heavenly Rank Sword Demon.
But her injuries were only stabilized, not fully recovered. At this moment, when dealing with the sword ghost, even if she managed to win in the end, she might be taken advantage of... Facing the temptation of the Heavenly Rank Sword Ghost, it would be useless even if she brought out the name of the Sword Pavilion.
So after confirming that the Sword Ghost would not be overtaken by anyone for the time being, Ling Shuangxue decided to go inside the city first.
(This injury affects my realm, which has not yet been completely consolidated. It will not recover in a short time... Fortunately, I have already consolidated my realm by nearly 80% before, otherwise this injury might cause my realm to be shaken.)
Thinking of the disciple who had originally asked her to consolidate her realm, Ling Shuangxue sighed inwardly.
"If the injury doesn't heal, and they have already started hunting the sword ghosts..."
Should I have taken a gamble despite my injuries
Ling Shuangxue had a headache as she whispered to herself.