The entire hall is paved with True Qi source stones. The overwhelming True Qi makes people feel like they are falling into the sea of clouds, making their whole bodies feel cold and comfortable. Dozens of portraits hang on the surrounding purple and gold walls. Judging from the ancient seal scripts on the portraits, they are all of Xuantian Sword Sect’s past heads and their life stories!
Not only that, the exercises and magical power jade slips practiced by each master are listed one by one below.
At the deepest point, there is a sword-shaped seat glowing with white jade. There are two shining things on the seat, a dragon dagger filled with bloody killings, and a banana fan. Before they get close, I felt the aura of cruelty and murder rushing towards my face.
These are the Xuantian Sword Sect’s two great mountain-protecting acquired spiritual treasures!
Under the seat, it was filled with extremely rich true energy and spiritual energy fluctuations, which seemed to lead to the entire Xuantian Mountains where the Xuantian Sword Sect was located.
Where the dragon's veins and dragon's head are!
In addition, above the throne, there were faint illusions rising and falling, disillusionment endless, like some kind of prophecy.
This hall not only contains the true mantles of the past sect masters, but also the two spiritual treasures that guard the sect and the dragon veins and dragon heads. It is a lucky thing that a mere true disciple of Xin Zhuo can come in!
Ten breaths was not long, and he didn't even have time to think about anything else. He immediately looked at the throne, looking for the line of words.
The handwriting is very conspicuous, right on the seat of the throne——
"The Great Luo Secret Order, a disciple has come to this world, collect it as soon as possible, Xin Zhuo, the alchemist of Kunxu City, is the number one!"
The logic of this line is strange, as if there is a grammatical defect, and it is also very sloppy, as if it was left in a hurry.
The traces of the words are filled with a sense of time, as if they have been left for a long time.
But...they are Ji Jiuwei's fonts.
That woman, who had a strong personality, was born as an imperial princess, was beautiful, graceful, and generous, but her handwriting was as arrogant as a man's.
Xin Zhuo stared blankly, imagining the scene when Ji Jiuwei carved these lines...
A smile appeared on his face, and then the smile gradually disappeared, turning into an unspeakable loneliness.
Lonely in another world, I finally entered the Jiang family and barely found a sense of belonging.
He lost his mother early in his previous life, and in this life he devoted all his attention to Ji Jiuwei and the others. With his mother and family present, this strange world would not be so scary.
That year he went to Western Qin, managed an army of 300,000 men, and racked his brains to go to Yaoqiu. Was it not to save this old lady?
In fact, he is just an ordinary and extremely ordinary young man. He is a little smart at best, and he can also be passionate, pretentious, and fool around. He has always felt that he is a vulgar person, and he can just live in peace as long as he is rich, and he doesn't have any bloody dreams if others don't force him.
Until, suddenly, I discovered that the ups and downs in those years were all a game played by these strange people. At the end of the game, it was those people who broke all the illusions of an ordinary person like him!
Everything suddenly became vulgar and ridiculous!
No! The only one who is ridiculous is actually himself, because he is the only one who is doing all kinds of tricks like a stupid young man, and the others are here to play the game of life.
In the end, those people regarded him as a dispensable thing and threw him away!
This is unacceptable to a layman.
What was even more unacceptable was that these people gave him alms before leaving.
He would not die of loneliness and hunger like Jiang Zichong and become a withered skeleton that no one cared about.
Although he didn't care in his heart, this was more like a great irony to him.
"Time is up!"
The cold scoldings of ten elders came from outside.
Xin Zhuo's breathing suddenly became a little faster, and he stretched out his fingers fiercely, and the ancient and vicissitudes of the ultimate attack flashed away.
[Dou Zi Jue]
The line of handwriting was instantly smoothed.
"Be bold!"
"Xin Zhuo, what are you doing?"
Several figures drew their swords from their waists and charged towards them with murderous intent.
Xin Zhuo refused to pay attention and walked out of the inner hall. He passed by a group of elders who looked like they were facing formidable enemies. He flashed into the air and then returned to Standing Sword Peak.
The drizzle was still falling, and slowly gathered into a small stream, flowing down the bottomless cliffs around the mountain peak, becoming a waterfall.
On the Creation Peak in the distance, there is a majestic atmosphere. Dozens of peak masters and elders at the top of the sect are working hard to understand the "Dou Zi Jue". However, except for the rain, it is quiet here. The other brothers and sisters do not know where they have gone.
Dressed in white plain clothes, Zhao Yizhu, who looked like a fairy, was squatting in front of the hall with Xiao Huang, waiting for him quietly, as gentle and quiet as before.
Xin Zhuo walked into the hall with a numb expression and lay on the bed.
"Crunch——"
Xiao Huang closed the palace door.
Zhao Yizhu sat beside the bed with a burst of flowers, and looked at him silently with a pair of hazy beautiful eyes. After looking at him for a long time, he suddenly lay down next to him.
"Did you see that line of characters?" Zhao Yizhu asked.
Xin Zhuo said: "Yes!"
"Are you sad?"
"yes!"
"...Actually, you don't have to think too much!"
“It’s hard not to think about it!”
"Since ancient times, those who are astonishingly talented and beautiful are all lonely!"
"Do you think I'm stunningly talented?"
"The entire Xuantian Sword Sect thinks so. No one can deny what you have done in the past few days. I heard that the other seventeen sects are also asking for your name. Soon, Xin Zhuo's name will be heard throughout the eighteen Zong!"
"What's the point? I don't care about these things at all. What's amazing and brilliant is too fake. Did you know that the moment I learned the Dou Zi Jue, I vaguely felt the terror of the medieval warriors. Even the entire Xuantian Sword Sect is not enough for those people. Crushed with one finger...I actually have no future!"
"Xin Zhuo!" Zhao Yizhu frowned and said angrily: "It's just a little trick of those families, why do you have to stick to the past?"
"How can I not think about the past? Do you know that Fulongshan, Jiang Family, and Xi Qin have exhausted all my enthusiasm!"
"You can at least break into this world! In the future, go and tell those families that you are very angry, and Jiang Zichong is also very angry! You are going to tell those people on Fulong Mountain that you, the big boss, will always be the big boss! "
"Then what?"
"..."
Zhao Yizhu was silent. After a long time, he stretched out his slender hand, touched his face, and said softly: "Why do you care about the future? Even if you go to see this world, I will always accompany you to the ends of the earth." Everywhere, I...have been waiting for you for many years!"
Xin Zhuo frowned: "You have been waiting for me for many years?"
Zhao Yizhu chuckled: "I'm waiting for someone to heal my eyes and ears!"
The loneliness and decadence on Xin Zhuo's face suddenly disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Very good, you finally admit that I am not Zhao Linghe. I don't care who you are. If Zhao Yizhu tries to trick me in the future, I will separate you and those few people." The family buried it together!”
Zhao Yizhu smiled: "Okay, bury me deeper!"
Xin Zhuo sat up cross-legged, his eyes clear, and he looked outside the hall: "We need to fight for more resources, let's share them together, and enter the spiritual platform as soon as possible. On the throne of the leader, I saw something, the world has been changing , in the past few years, countless masters and monsters will appear, each with a higher level than the last, and the eighteen sects may really be destroyed overnight!"
Zhao Yizhu hesitated for a moment and asked: "But how to get more? You are already one of the ten candidates for the head coach!"
"only!"
Xin Zhuo said: "I messed up the order of the secret technique of Dou Zi on the wordless tablet. More importantly, it is the technique of Fa Wu Tong Yu Xuan. No one can learn it except me. I want to ensure that I am The only one, the only one is more valuable, I want to drain all the resources of Xuantian Sword Sect!"
He is very good at fusion techniques. If he disrupts the order of a secret technique, no one can see the problem because they don't know the specific practice method of this secret technique.
Zhao Yizhu was stunned for a moment: "You..."
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and said: "Why should I be an honest person? Without me, they would not be able to see the monument!"
…
One month flies by in a blink of an eye.
The 103rd True Disciple Hall in Jianjian Peak has been rebuilt by the craftsmen and disciples of Tianmen Mountain. The huge word "Tenth" can be seen from a long distance, and the spiritual veins under the palace lead directly to the main vein of Xuantian Peak. Practice here and get twice the result with half the effort!
In addition, elixirs, martial arts stones, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, various spiritual martial arts, and techniques are sent to you at all costs. As long as you want it, there is nothing that the sect cannot do, even if it digs three feet into the ground, it will be sent to you.
The bonus for the next head coach candidate is definitely not a joke!
But this month, the Broken Monument of Creation Peak has become a forbidden area for the sect. The acting headmaster, the peak masters and the main elders of the first echelon of the ancient supreme secrets have been defeated.
The second echelon, the true disciples, were defeated again.
Then, there was no more.
Everyone can see that there seems to be no problem with this secret technique, but it is too difficult. Even if there are detailed methods of practice, because the Middle Ages are too long ago, the practice methods are not applicable to today. It requires strong comprehension ability, but it is a pity that they do not have it, otherwise it will not be the same. No more Xinzhuo!
As a result, many people turned their attention to Xin Zhuo.
(End of chapter)
