The air in the cellar was turbid and uncomfortable, and it was muffled to speak. But the three of them stayed here all the time and did not go out for a change of fresh air.
Sang Jialiang calmed down and recalled: "You two, don't look at me now. When I was young, I was also a dissolute boy. At that time, I read many story books, and my mind was filled with the adventures of a young man, determined to travel around the world and become a knight-errant. I broke through For several years, apart from making a few good friends, I gained nothing, until one day I dropped one..."
Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi said at the same time: "Cliff?"
Liang Yile of the Sang family said: "No. I was wandering in the mountains, walking, and suddenly without any warning, my eyes suddenly changed. The world has changed."
Tang Zhao said: "It sounds like a hollow magic cave."
Jiang Shenyi said: "It could also be Xuanhuangdi."
Sang Jialiang said: "After entering the door, there is no legendary fairy mansion, there is a long, long staircase. I was not afraid at all, I just felt that I had the opportunity. So I climbed up, and climbed up. Ah, I kept climbing for a day and a night. The more tired I became, the happier I became. I felt that this was my test. Finally, I came to a gate. The gate was very tall. I saw it was dozens of feet high, thick and heavy. The gate. There are a lot of colorful words on it, twists and turns, and every few words are connected together, like a painting. I can't understand it either."
Jiang Shenyi said uncertainly: "Fu Shi?"
Sang Jialiang said: "The door was too heavy. I couldn't push it open no matter how hard I tried. In the end, I only found a senior on the steps. He had turned into bones, but he was still standing. He was holding the sword in his hand, as if he was guarding the door. Same. I didn't know what awe was at that time, so I touched him with my hand, and he suddenly fell apart, half turned into fly ash, and half turned into broken bones. I quickly gathered his body together, and among his remains Find a purse."
He touched his chest and said: "That purse is amazing. It looks small, but it can hold a lot of things. It's really convenient. I use it every day. But it's usually placed in my arms, and I take things out of the purse. It was like taking something out of my arms, no one noticed."
It should be a space-type magic weapon. There are many kinds of similar magic weapons. The magic weapon stored in Tang Zhao's jar is the highest-level one. There are also many lower-level ones. The size of the space is different, and the state of the things is different. After installation, The weight is also different.
Speaking of this, Sang Jialiang felt a little ashamed and said: "At that time, I had already decided that this was my adventure, so I collected my purse and sword together, leaving nothing for others. In the end, I felt a little embarrassed, so I took the senior's body with me. Come out for burial. I wanted to build a grave for him, but I was afraid of being discovered by others, so even the soil on the grave was leveled."
Tang Zhao said calmly: "This is normal. Digging a grave is one thing. Since you buried him and did not let his body be exposed in the wilderness, you have fulfilled your obligation. It is also your right to take away the relics. Do not take the things outside your body with you." Come on, if you don’t take it with you, you might as well give it to a living person.”
This was a general rule, and it was passed down from the front. It is said that after many swordsmen died on the front line, his comrades would bury their bodies, take over all the relics, and at most return the swords to the legion. As for the compensation for the families of the victims, that is what the Legion should do.
Sang Jialiang chuckled a few times and said: "In addition to this sword, in the wallet is the exercise just now, and a fruit-like thing. I really thought it was a fruit at the time, so I ate it in one bite, and my internal energy surged. There are also some The stone slabs also have zigzag patterns on them. I couldn't understand them so I didn't take them out." He opened his purse and took out a few silver stone slabs.
Tang Zhao took it and said: "Strange stone? Ah, no, there are talismans on it, it's a talisman page. Could it be that this senior is a talisman sword master?"
Sure enough, it is a strange stone talisman page. This thing is useless and only the talisman sword master will use it to record the talisman patterns. A swordsman will carry a magic weapon, but he will never carry a talisman. So, is this senior still a Talisman Sword Master?
Or even...a swordsmith?
He asked again: "Are the symbols on this similar to those colorful symbols on the gate?"
Sang Jialiang thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, it's almost the same thing."
It is indeed a symbol. A lot of talismans are used, could it be said...
Jiang Shenyi asked curiously: "What do you think that fruit looks like?"
Sang Jialiang said: "It's just a transparent ball. The skin is very thin and transparent. There seems to be a ball of air rotating in the ball. I took a bite and it seemed like it was about to explode. I lay on the ground and passed out. It took a long time to wake up. , my inner strength surged after I woke up. I was very proud at the time and felt that I had a destiny, which was great. So I acted recklessly in the world, did a lot of messy things, and even almost fell into the ranks of thieves. Finally, after several times After being taught a lesson, I calmed down and went home to defend my hometown with peace of mind."
Jiang Shenyi raised his finger and said, "I'm convinced, man, you're so brave."
Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi both guessed what kind of fruit it was. It was clearly a container used by the Fu Sword Master to collect wind-quality materials, and what was contained in it was probably internal energy. This guy took a big mouthful of pure internal energy, but he didn't explode. Instead, by chance, his skills improved greatly. It can only be said that he is extremely talented and very lucky.
Tang Zhao warned him again not to eat indiscriminately, and Sang Jialiang said repeatedly: "I know, I was young at that time, and my mind was thinking wildly. If I felt there was an opportunity, I should collect it in time, and don't let others cut my beard. I don't dare to do it now." . Sometimes I think about it and wish I could go back and give me a good punch."
He explained his previous experiences clearly, and Tang Zhao also made a decision in his heart. He glanced at Jiang Shenyi, who understood and said it didn't matter. Tang Zhao said, "Have you ever taken this sword? Can you pull it out? Did you feel anything at that time?"
Sang Jialiang said: "Of course I took it. I took it all the way back. I also tried to pull out the sword, but I couldn't. It feels... it feels quite heavy."
This is uninspired...
Even if an inspired person encounters a sword that doesn't fit, he will feel strange even if he can't pull it out. You may feel rejected, bored or disgusted. I don't feel it at all, it can only be a lack of inspiration.
Because he couldn't pull it out and the sword he had concealed was ordinary, Sang Jialiang didn't pay much attention to it at the time. If it weren't for the strange experience, he would have almost hung it in the room to ward off evil spirits. Later, as he grew older and gained knowledge, he gradually realized something was wrong and hid the sword deeper and deeper. If Tang Zhao had come a few years earlier, he might have seen the sword coveted by people in the world under his pillow.
Tang Zhao looked at Jiang Shenyi and said, "Senior brother, do you want to come and give it a try?"
Jiang Shenyi shook his head and said: "I told you I don't want to be a swordsman. I want to try. It's okay if I don't suit you. What if I do?"
Everyone else was looking forward to finding their own sword, but he was just the opposite, afraid of finding the right sword. He was afraid of shaking his resolve.
Tang Zhao said: "I can only hold swords made by my own hands. It's a good sword, but it's covered in dust. It's better to leave it where it is. Brother Sang must not show it to anyone else."
Just after a quick glance, he felt that the sword did not attract him, not even as good as the Haechi sword. It seemed that the two sides had no fate. Of course, even if they are matched again, it is difficult to match them 100%, and it is still not as good as a sword made by yourself.
Sang Jialiang said quickly: "No, no, no, how can I feel safe leaving such a valuable thing here? Once you leave, I will think about this baby every day, can I still sleep? You should take it away."
Tang Zhao said: "Brother Sang, I think that since you can encounter this sword, it means that you two are destined. You have no inspiration now, but that is because you have not practiced Xuan Gong. When you master Xuan Gong, you may be able to inspire inspiration. You can try this sword again when the time comes. Maybe you can pull it out by then."
This is not just luck, Xuan Gong can affect a person's direction of inspiration. The "Mountain Gate Night Watch Technique" and the sword both belong to the same person, so it is very likely that they match. Sang Jialiang might be able to pick up the sword based on the inspiration gained from practicing this mysterious skill. If so, he would be considered the successor of the senior gatekeeper.
"More than this sword, we want to know where the secret realm is?"
That skeleton senior is both a swordsman and a talisman sword master. With such a prominent status, he can only serve as a gatekeeper. What kind of good thing must be in that gate full of talisman carvings?
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A hundred miles away, Jiming Mountain.
The Juyi Hall is brightly lit, with a plaque reading "Rooster Crow" hanging in the middle, and five chairs lined up below.
The four chairs were empty, except for a middle-aged scribe dressed as a Confucian scholar sitting on the first chair on the left. In front of him, an old man with a white beard knelt fearfully.
Just as the scribe was about to speak, he heard someone from behind shouting loudly: "Master, it's a disaster, it's a disaster!"
The scribe didn't wait to see anyone. He stood up as soon as he heard the voice, cupped his hands and said, "Master. Are you back?"
A big black-faced man walked in outside, wearing a five-color gorgeous fur coat. He sat down on the tiger leather chair in the center and said: "Master, there is something I want you to do at night. You just happened to be awake - Huh? This old man is who?"
The scribe said: "You must obey your orders. This is the head of Hu Village. If the boss has something urgent, just tell him to get lost."
The big man thought for a long time, but couldn't remember which village in Hu Village, so he said: "It's not a hurry - why is a village head here so late at night?" He suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I know, yes Crying out of poverty!"
The scribe said: "The master is wise. This old man is saying that this year is not going well and he cannot gather enough for the offerings. He would like to ask the villagers for some mercy."
The big man glared and said: "Fart! You can't say this, and you can't say that. Do you think we are the big grievances? Then there is no food growing in the fields outside? If you don't pay the money, we will drag it out and bury it -"
The old man kowtowed quickly and shouted: "Your Majesty, please spare my life."
The scribe said: "Master of the village, please calm down. This old man knows what's wrong. He is quick-thinking and wants to help the village in exchange for our forgiveness."
The leader of the village said disapprovingly: "Just him? I thought he was old when he carried my shoes. What effect can he give us?"
The scribe smiled slightly, stroked his mustache, and said, "He said he could help us get rid of Sang Jialiang from Wushu Fort."
