The wind was violent and its force lingered for a long time.
Tian Mingzi couldn't open his eyes because of the flying sand and rocks, but fortunately it was not a big problem. He was used to being arrogant, so he scanned the front with his spiritual sense.
I didn't see anything, I just knew there was a humanoid object, I had no idea what realm it was in or what species it was.
At this time, Lu Bei was wearing a mask with black patterns, and he also had the blurred state of the San Shen Jue. Even a Mahayana cultivator would not be able to see through his true face, let alone Tian Mingzi who was only in the Lianxu realm.
When indecisive, he calls himself a junior.
Tian Mingzi bowed and said politely: "This is Hengshui Mountain, the territory of Zhao Qin's vassal state. I am the junior Tian Mingzi, and I am honored to be here."
"Thank you for your courtesy, Taoist Tianmingzi. I am a country Taoist, a casual cultivator and I cannot be worthy of being a senior." Lu Bei clasped his fists in return and glanced at the compass in Tianmingzi's hand.
Ordinary stuff, not for him.
If this is the case, there is no need to enforce the law.
After confirming his arrival in Zhaoqin, Lu Bei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The Kunlun Mountains were several times wider than he had imagined. The journey that was originally scheduled for three days actually took ten days to land.
I feel numb.
"I have something important to do, so I won't disturb you from enjoying the sunrise. Take your time with your work, and we'll see you again if we're lucky."
"Wait a moment, Senior. You came from the north. Can you see any signs of the emergence of a magic weapon?"
"A magical weapon?!"
Lu Bei immediately became interested and stopped walking. He started chatting with Tian Mingzi out of curiosity: "Fellow Daoist, are you waiting for an opportunity here?"
"Yes, I am waiting for a sword."
Tian Mingzi sighed: "I have waited for three hundred years, including the six hundred years that Master and Grandmaster waited for. A thousand years has been wasted, and I still haven't seen this magic weapon."
Lu Bei became more interested. He took out a table, chairs and benches, invited Tian Mingzi to sit down, and filled a cup of tea: "Come, moisten your throat, and sip slowly."
Tian Mingzi was somewhat resentful. He drank a cup of tea and started to complain bitterly, talking about the unfortunate fate of his own mountain sect.
"Your Excellency may not know that the Wuliang Sword Sect where I belong was also a well-known and powerful force in Zhao Qin a thousand years ago. During its heyday, there were tens of thousands of people flying swords across the sky, dominating the area. Even if the Emperor Zhao Qin was in person, he would have to be polite to the sword cultivators of our Wuliang Sword Sect."
Wuliang Sword Sect
It sounds like a small fish, and a relatively small one at that.
Lu Bei made an assessment in his mind and said with awe, "So you are the heir of Wuliang Sword Sect. I have heard of your great name for a long time. It is a great honor to meet you today."
By the way, does your Wuliang Sword Sect live in Wuliang Mountain, with a lake in the mountain, a cave beside the lake, and a life-size figurine in the cave
"Senior, you are joking. A hero does not brag about his past achievements. There is no such thing as the Wuliang Sword Sect nowadays. It is the junior who is being rude."
Tian Mingzi helped himself to the tea, which became more and more bitter as he drank it. He slammed the table and said, "If it weren't for the Qili Sutra, the Wuliang Sword Sect would never have fallen to this point today!"
"puff-"
Lu Bei spat out a mouthful of tea. Seeing Tian Mingzi's face soaked with water, he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth: "Daoyou, why do you say that? The Abandoned Scripture you mentioned is the invincible Immortal Sword Master in that lifetime?"
Has Qi Lijing extended his claws to Zhao Qin
That's right. After all, he was invincible in his life. He chopped from east to west and from south to north. Whether it was sword intent or Taoist rhyme, he would whore wherever he went. It was not surprising that he had a bad relationship with Zhao Qin.
Tian Mingzi raised his sleeve to wipe the tea off his face and stared at the white towel in Lu Bei's hand, lost in thought.
Like many normal people, it was a little difficult to adapt when I first met Lu Bei.
"Don't be surprised, my friend. This item was given to me by my beloved wife's sister and a close friend. It means a lot to me, so I can't lend it to you to wipe your face."
Lu Bei put away the fragrant handkerchief and asked, "What happened to the Qili Sutra? Did he dismantle the Wuliang Sword Sect?"
“That’s not the case, but he defeated several sword masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect with his Immortal Sword Will. The sword hearts of the elders of the mountain sect were broken, and they never recovered from that. The Wuliang Sword Sect declined from its peak and never returned to its peak. Until now, only this junior is left.”
Then you guys are too unlucky!
Lu Bei showed admiration: "As expected of the Immortal Sword Master, as expected of the Immortal Sword Intention. Whoever can obtain this Sword Intention will surely be invincible for the rest of his life."
After saying this, he nodded repeatedly, expressing his high affirmation from the perspective of a pure passerby.
"The Immortal Sword Intent is very powerful, but my Infinite Sword Intent is not much worse. If it weren't for Qi Lijing's ruthlessness and his determination to break the Sword Heart with every sword strike, how could the Infinite Sword Sect have fallen to this point?" Tian Mingzi said angrily, feeling deeply dissatisfied.
However, he just wouldn't accept it!
Lu Bei: (a`′a)
The Infinite Sword Intent seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. If he, the leader of the Tianjian Sect, remembered correctly, there was a sword intent among the Nine Immortal Swords called the Infinite Sword Intent, which was an indispensable fusion material for synthesizing the Immortal Sword Intent.
So that's how it is. Qi Lijing got the infinite sword intent for free in Zhao Qin.
Where there is sword intent there should be Tao rhyme. Lu Bei is ready to make a move. Following the first generation leader, the second generation leader of Tianjian Sect is also going to extend his evil claws to Wuliang Sword Sect.
"By the way, fellow Daoist, you said you were waiting for the sword here. Could it be that there is some magical weapon that can defeat the Abandoned Sutra?" Lu Bei asked curiously.
If this is true, then this divine weapon must be destined for him.
"Back then, several sword masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect were defeated by Qili Jing, including my ancestor. His sword heart was broken, and he suffered terribly every time he picked up a sword. His sword path was cut off from then on."
"Sword cultivators like us are unwilling to bow our heads. When our ancestor could not obtain the sword, he prayed to the heavens. Finally, in his old age, he glimpsed a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. A great sword is coming from the north. With one thought, the sword can not only defeat the immortal sword, but also restore the prestige of the Wuliang Sword Sect."
Tian Mingzi spoke in a loud voice, and when he mentioned his ancestor's last words, he seemed a little crazy.
Seeing how foolish and crazy he was, Lu Bei silently tried to remove the evil thoughts from Tian Mingzi's body, but the effect was average. In addition to the obsession he had always wanted, Tian Mingzi's madness also contained a lot of depression and resentment.
The Yu of depression, the resentment of resentment.
There was Qi Li Jing, and there was also the seniors in the mountain gate, especially his own master and grandmaster, who guarded the barren mountains waiting for the birth of the magic sword, causing him to be implicated and wasting three hundred years of precious time.
In addition, there is also resentment towards Zhao Qin. The Jiang family was too cruel. If it weren't for the royal family's suppression everywhere, the Wuliang Sword Sect would not have collapsed so easily.
It has fallen from the bottom and there is no room for recovery.
Tian Mingzi kept chattering, which gave Lu Bei a headache. He tried to change the subject several times but was brought back to the starting point by madness.
After trying in vain, he finally realized that Tian Mingzi was crazy, but his logic was not wrong at all. He just kept complaining and wanted to find an audience.
It was his bad luck that he happened to be so close.
"Fellow Daoist Tianmingzi, please forgive me for being rude. I'm afraid that the saying about the great sword coming from the north was just a cruel remark made by our ancestors who were unwilling to give up. Actually... you don't have to glare at me. I am a straightforward person and have never been very evasive since I was a child."
Tian Mingzi was silent for a long time. After a while, he picked up a cup of tea and murmured, "What the senior said is true. I know it too. But... except for this sword, I have no other way to revive the sect. I dare not follow the master's order. I can only wait even though I know there is no way."
As he spoke, he clenched his fist and coughed loudly. His sallow face turned as pale as gold paper and he looked older.
When his fist was spread out, the blood was glaring, which made Lu Bei gasp.
"Don't get me wrong, this is real tea, it's not poisoned."
"Senior, you are joking. It is me who has reached the end of my life. It has nothing to do with your tea."
Tian Mingzi's hair turned white and his vitality faded rapidly. Although it had nothing to do with the tea, it was somewhat related to Lu Bei's quick words. Otherwise, he could have lived for at least three to five months.
Lu Bei's forehead was covered with sweat. He supported the staggering Tian Mingzi and lit a green light, trying to extend his life for another three to five months.
But it was of no use.
Tian Mingzi looked relieved, he didn't want to live. He grabbed Lu Bei's sleeve and said arrogantly: "When I am about to die, I can have a good chat with you, and have this pot of good tea. It's really a pleasure."
"Fellow Daoist, hold on a little longer. You can have a few more drinks."
"Hahahaha, I'm dying because I want to die. I'm tired of living."
Tian Mingzi said a few more crazy words, and his spirits were lifted up as if he had regained his consciousness. He took out a Qiankun ring from his sleeve and said quickly: "The ring contains the Wuliang Sword Canon. If you don't mind the trouble, please pick a young man with outstanding qualifications to pass on the Wuliang Sword Sect. If you don't mind the trouble, you can practice on your own. If others ask, please mention the name of the Wuliang Sword Sect."
Lu Bei nodded and took the Qiankun Ring. Seeing that Tianmingzi had finished his last moments and was about to leave, he said, "Daoyou, I heard a few things about the Tianjian Sect on the other side of the mountain. A thousand years have passed, and the Tianjian Sect has also declined."
"What do you mean?"
Tian Mingzi was overjoyed, with a strange light in his eyes.
"The Tianjian Sect rebelled and their backbone was broken. Two of the three people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage died, and the remaining one is an old farmer who does not do his job properly. He only knows how to plant grass and hug trees every day."
"The second sect leader is a gigolo who lives off his wife. He is idle and has no ambition. He is not able to convince others and cannot control the elders."
"Nine elders are not fully staffed even if they are put together. The sect leader only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. He works like a slave for his daughter all day long. In a few years, the Tianjian Sect will be ruined."
"That's good, that's good..."
Tian Mingzi nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand that was stroking his beard drooped down.
It’s cold!
"Fellow Daoist—"
Lu Bei said in great sorrow, and reached out his hand to feel the breath. After confirming that it was really cold, he changed his expression in a second: "But the second sect leader has extraordinary talent. Qi Li Jing was silent after reading it. He broke the backbone of the Tianjian Sect himself, and now it has been restored. The state of vigorous vitality and the emergence of all things is still before our eyes."
"Let's be frank, that person is me!"
"… "
Tian Mingzi remained calm, did not refute, and walked away with a smile.
Lu Bei sighed, lamenting that practicing Buddhism was not easy. He waved his hand and swept away the stone table and stone bench, poured a cup of tea on the ground, and sent Tian Mingzi off.
He raised his hand and ignited it, put Tianmingzi into the box, and rummaged through the Qiankun Ring.
Meeting is fate. Find the home address of the lonely old man and send his ashes back so that he can return to his roots. It would be best if you have a phone number. The woman who answered the phone was 280 years old, loyal and righteous, with a low IQ, and was willing to repay the kindness with her body.
Lu Bei was overthinking about the phone number and the like, but the address was indeed there.
A land deed that clearly states the mountain where the Wuliang Sword Sect is located.
In addition, there are three ancient books that have a strong sense of time accumulation.
"This is..."
“Huh!”
"Huh?"
“Eh—”