Xiao Li walked in front, Xiao Xiao and Yuan Qing followed behind him. The three of them came down from the blue rock peak and walked into the rugged and winding mountain road.
Along the way, Qianqing remained silent. When he was at Maya Palace, Xiao Li knew the temperament of this talented senior brother very well. His fear of resentment was engraved in his bones. Therefore, Xiao Li did not dare to take the initiative to talk to Yuan Qing. Fortunately, he and Xiao Xiao chatted happily.
It makes sense that they can talk together. Because the two of them are full of curiosity about each other's living environment. When Xiao Li reached a young age, his dreams at night were filled with laughter and laughter on Xingkui Peak. Xiao Xiao's yearning for Blue Rock Peak has lasted for more than a day or two, not to mention that they have a common friend Pei Feng to talk to!
Their chat is more like an equal exchange of messages.
Xiao Xiao told Xiao Li how often the girls on Xingkui Peak took a bath; which female disciple didn't have a sweetheart yet; which senior sister dated who on a certain peak in the Xiao Bamboo Forest, and other such questions Xiao Li blushed upon hearing this.
Xiao Li told Xiao Xiaohe everything he knew about the sword tomb. It turns out that the Sword Tomb is actually a huge cemetery. On the first floor of the sword tomb are buried great monks who have fallen into the realm of gods for countless years. On the second floor of the sword tomb are the burials of the leaders of the Wuji Sect in the past dynasties, as well as the cultivation giants who have reached the stage of transcending tribulation.
Which one of these big shots is not a person of amazing talent and beauty, who has acquired countless treasures and techniques from practicing throughout his life. When their longevity was exhausted, some of their treasures were left to their disciples, and some were taken into the sword tomb for "burial". But the "burial" of Taoist monks does not mean bringing things into the coffin. They will set up some kind of test and wait for the destined disciples of the younger generation to take it. This is also a kind of funeral culture among Taoist monks in the world of cultivation.
In fact, the essence of this culture can be summed up in eight words: singing praises of virtues and lasting fame forever.
After cultivating to their level, they no longer care about mundane things such as gold, silver, and jewelry. But they care about their reputation after death. After all, the great men had great supernatural powers during their lifetime. After death, who would want to turn into dust and be forgotten by people?
Therefore, these big figures will leave some problems to future generations, and then come up with some lottery prizes, so that future generations will rack their brains to solve the problems for their lottery prizes. In this way, they can find their sense of existence after death. For example, let the disciple shout three times, "So-and-so Taoist, you are amazing." Only then can he obtain a magic weapon. Or bang your head in awe at their coffin a thousand times, break the futon, find the secret book of the exercises... and finally claim to have found the "destined person!"
But how could the younger generation of disciples be so rebellious and think about such insignificant issues. What they care about is whether they can become that "destined person" and receive gifts from their predecessors.
Therefore, the disciples of the Wuji Sect who know the inside story of the Sword Tomb all know the saying, "Get the Sword Tomb, and return to the Sword Tomb."
Everything you get from the Sword Tomb will be an honor if you are eligible to return it to the Sword Tomb when your life span is exhausted. It can at least show that you have become a great monk with the foundation of the God Transformation level.
When Xiao Xiao heard what Xiao Li said, her eyes were as wide as bells.
"The Sword Tomb is not a grave for swords, but a grave for people?"
"No! Senior Sister Xiao, the place I want to take you to next is the second floor of the Sword Tomb."
"Ah? Second floor?" Xiao Xiao stumbled. Just now Xiao Li said that this trip was the intention of Peak Master Fenglan. So she didn't dare to ask any more questions. But she thought that the second floor of the sword tomb must be entered through the first floor of the sword tomb. And they're coming down the mountain now. So Xiao Xiao didn't think about it at all.
Xiao Xiao looked at Yuan Qing. He still had no expression at all, as if he had the words "I knew it would be like this, it should have been like this" written on his face.
Xiao Li said: "Master said that the creation of the second floor of the Sword Tomb, with everyone's current cultivation level, without heavenly spiritual roots, it is useless to enter, so I will only let you two in by name."
"Xiao Li, are you telling the truth?" If Yuan Qing hadn't been here, Xiao Xiaoyou would have hugged Xiao Li and kissed her. She liked this junior brother so much. "Great, Xiao Li, my sister will introduce you to a girlfriend from Xing Kuifeng when she gets back."
Xiao Li didn't dare to answer, but he believed it was true and felt happy in his heart.
"Hey, I've tolerated you for a long time. Do we owe you money? Who are you showing your face to with a straight face? Didn't you hear that we are about to enter the second floor of the Sword Tomb? Those are the heads and elders of all generations. The good fortune left to us.”
Qianqing glanced sideways at Xiaoxiao, but remained silent.
Xiao Xiao felt angry. Regardless of Xiao Li's presence, he asked: "You are still pretending to be cold to me now. Why did you smile at me that day on Broken String Peak?"
Yuan Qing finally took a look at Xiao Xiao. "I've never smiled at you."
"Are you talking nonsense? Do you dare to do it or not? Then tell me which senior sister from our Xingkui Peak did you smile at that day? As long as you tell me, I will bless you."
"Pei Feng!" Yuan Qing said a name calmly.
And this name was like two thunderbolts hitting Xiaoli and Xiaoxiao's heads at the same time.
When Xiao Li heard Xiao Xiao's sudden outburst, he was shocked that he had discovered a shocking secret. Senior Sister Xiao actually has a secret crush on Senior Brother Yuanqing? And the next moment Qianqing's answer directly shattered his young heart. Goosebumps fell all over my body.
Xiao Xiao stared at Yuan Qing in disbelief. He suddenly thought of the joke he once told Sister Meng. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
"It's actually true?"
This piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ice seems to have only smiled at two beautiful men since it came to the Five Peaks. One is Zifeng from Zining Peak, and the other is Pei Feng from Xingkui Peak!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Yuanqing has already walked far ahead.
Xiao Li and Xiao Xiao looked at each other.
Xiao Li coughed dryly, "Uh, uh, by the way, my eldest brother, why didn't you come up?" He had already asked this question once.
Xiao Xiao answered again, "He, he went down the mountain. My godfather sent him down the mountain to collect herbs. Yes, he went to collect herbs..."
There is an ancient city at the border of the Lu Kingdom in the Western Regions, thousands of miles away from the Mayan Mountains. This ancient city is the "steel fortress" of the State of Lu. During the Seven Kingdoms War. This steel city has never been conquered by any country.
Today, the city is littered with corpses. Rivers of blood flowed, and a steel city that had stood firm for thousands of years turned into ruins.
Thousands of monks wearing black robes with gold patterns stepped through this steel city, just like a strong wind and drizzle. In an instant, all the military power of a city was reduced to nothing. The reason is simply because the army of the Demon Sect wants to take a short rest here.
From the desert to the Wuji Gate, it spans three big countries. Even if the great monk keeps flying, it will still take several days and nights. But how can there be thousands of great monks in this world? Therefore, they need to regularly descend to mortal cities to rest in order to restore the spiritual power in their bodies.
However, the city here is not a city in the desert, and the second young master, Qin Xuetian, does not care about the life or death of these mortals.
The monks facing a life-and-death battle are no different from the mortal army. They also need to "relax" their nervousness before the battle. They did things like rape, robbery, murder and arson with ease. They are the Demon Sect, not the Charity Hall. As long as the second young master nodded, they didn't even have any psychological burden to do these things.
Along the way, more than a dozen cities were reduced to ruins. As for the mortals in the city, or the monks hiding in the busy city, they can only be buried in the smoke and dust of history along with their dilapidated city.
The second young master was admiring flowers in a garden. In front of him were kneeling two of the most beautiful young girls in the city who had not yet left the palace. Their bodies were trembling, and they already knew that their lives were coming to an end. There was not even a trace of luck in their hearts. Because they had just seen how girls like themselves died tragically at the hands of these monks.
Their only wish was that the young man in front of them could make their death less ugly, less painful, and less bullying.
The second young master waved his hand, and all the servants around him retreated. His eyes glanced at the two women. The two women trembled more and more violently.
Qin Xuetian didn't seem to be very interested in the two of them, and his eyes were casually scanning the garden. This is the number one garden in this steel city. The Demon Sect is in a desert, where can we find this spring garden full of colorful willows and flowers?
"You women from the State of Lu are like the flowers in this garden, with thin skin and tender flesh that can be broken by a blow. Our girls in the desert are like fairy grass. They are not as beautiful as you. If you are not careful, you will prick your hand, but They are hot, charming, and can protect themselves. You women from the State of Lu are incomparable."
The two kneeling women did not dare to answer the question and just kowtowed.
Qin Xuetian lost interest even more. He said grimly: "I wonder if these flowers and plants will grow better if they are watered with human blood."
As soon as Qin Xuetian said this, the two women on the ground turned pale, and one of them fainted on the spot.
At this time, a woman with a frosty face came in and saluted Qin Xuetian. She was one of the four women who had been following Qin Xuetian.
"Qiu Lu, what's the matter?" Qin Xuetian's tone was filled with displeasure.
"Sir, the great elder is here."
"My uncle?" Qin Xuetian's face showed a strange color. There were only a few people in the entire Demon Sect who he could still fear, and the ghost doctor was obviously one of them.
He didn't dare to neglect, "Take me there." After Qin Xuetian finished speaking, he immediately paused, "No, you don't want to go there, and none of the four of you want to go there!"
"yes!"
Qin Xuetian walked out of the garden quickly. Qiu Lu looked at the two people kneeling on the ground and raised her hands slightly. She pointed in a direction and then disappeared into the garden.
