"What's the matter with Junior Brother Zhang? Did he pee that he jumped down and swam around?"
While Zhao Changhe was asking questions, someone in the room wandered out of the door. He walked to the corner of the door and suddenly felt numb in his chest, which had been tapped by Yue Hongling.
The last person left in the room didn't know what was happening outside. A red shadow flashed past and his acupuncture points were tapped.
Yue Hongling carried them one by one into the forest and asked around each one. When I came out and saw Zhao Changhe, the two of them checked each other, and their opinions were roughly the same.
"I also have a theory here, saying that it wasn't so cold when they first came here, but now that it's summer, it's getting colder and colder."
"There must be a reason for this environmental change... What special measures did they take?"
Yue Hongling said: "It is said that Shi Wuding set up a sword array in the cave behind. I don't know if this is the reason. The sword array is all participated by his wordless sword slaves. Outsiders cannot enter and can only guard outside for him. However, this snow-capped mountain is freezing cold. Theoretically, no one comes here at all, so who is still working so hard to guard the place? They just sleep and sleep, and they drink and drink."
"No wonder, I feel so unguarded. It seems like he is a sword slave..." Zhao Changhe paused for a moment. He really didn't want to use the word sword slave to describe his friend, so he decided to use the word "slave" instead: "He's from the martial arts generation." There are not many people, and it has not reached the situation that Li Si'an introduced that the Shu land is full of sword huts."
Yue Hongling said: "This is inevitable. This method requires a lot of energy, how can it be possible... Bashu is related to Jianlu everywhere, and most of them should be normal people asking for swordsmanship. The wordless sword slaves will not cause trouble if they mix among them. It’s just for people’s attention. In fact, the wordless sword slaves should not exceed the number of one palm... This may be the reason why Shi Wuding has never been able to break through the bottleneck."
Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, this analysis made sense.
According to this method, if it can be spread across thousands of people, it will be sharp. Not only is it a triple secret treasure, but it will also be a problem in the subsequent so-called "Conquer" realm - Logically speaking, this should be a routine that can only be played in the "Conquer" realm. It is too much to play this for a person who has no fixed practice. Barely, it’s not easy to count with one palm.
But the number is so small, why should we use this to make a breakthrough? The sword power he mastered may not be as much as what Zhao Changhe opened with the Heavenly Book Hanging. With this, Zhao Changhe couldn't even touch the second-level secrets. Isn't it a joke that Shi Wuding wants to use these few to break the third-level secrets? …
Maybe you can achieve a breakthrough through normal practice, but you can’t achieve a breakthrough even if you spend a lot of energy here...
No wonder they are becoming more and more radical, choosing the method of combining Miao and Gu arts to control ready-made masters as sword slaves...
Zhao Changhe pondered and said: "From this point of view, it is very likely that the manpower needed for the sword array is not enough, and knowing that Wu Bing has arrived in Bashu, he asked Wu Bing to fill the hole... And there must be something wrong with this sword array. Wu Bing's routine is It’s impossible to agree, we must take back control... Now I don’t know how to achieve this, whether it needs to be face to face or far away..."
Yue Hongling raised her head and glanced at him: "Even if it can be separated by air, it must be within a certain range, otherwise there is no need to trick Han Wubing to come... He probably hasn't arrived yet, you must stop him immediately, maybe it's still too late. "
"and you……"
"This sword formation has caused problems for the whole world and made you and me uneasy. It's not a trivial matter. I'm worried that it might be activated even without Han Wubing, so we must pay attention to it. In this way, we are divided into two groups... You go and block Han Wubing Wu Yi, it may be involved that Shi Wuding left the sword formation to look for you, and I am lying in ambush here, waiting for an opportunity to destroy the sword formation."
"Okay. Be careful."
"Be careful too."
The young couple didn't say a word of unnecessary nonsense, the assignment was decided, and Zhao Changhe left the mountain quickly.
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In the dark night, Han Wubing walked forward slowly, looking at the mountains looming in the darkness in the distance.
His path was different from that of Zhao Changhe. He came here directly from Bashu, from north to south; Zhao Changhe came from Dali, but came from the southeast, so the two sides couldn't touch each other.
The master wanted to settle the grudges with him, and invited him to meet at the new mountain gate, and also "let the wanderer recognize the gate." This kind of humane words, which were rare to hear in the cold-hearted swordsman sect, made Han Wubing feel a little inexplicably touched in his heart.
Deep in my heart, I have always had feelings of admiration for the master. It seems that there is a voice telling myself, what kind of unsolvable grudges can I have with the master? Go ahead and talk to the master... There are more than thirty people on the list. I am now qualified to return home and talk to my master.
He didn't know that he was just a sword slave who had been destined since childhood... but he knew that something was wrong with the sect, he had known it before.
Jianlu is in Bashan and has no property. Where does the money come from to support a sect?
But Master seems to have an inexhaustible supply of money, and many senior brothers are also very rich, but I don’t know how they got it.
And the senior brothers obviously often travel around the world, and there are often senior brothers who die outside and never come back, but the world says that Jianlu disciples rarely walk outside.
For no other reason, it was actually quite simple to want to know the inside story in Jianlu. Not long after, a senior brother revealed to him, do you want to collect the bounty together?
Han Wubing thought they were bounty hunters, but after doing it a few times, he realized that they were not bounty hunters, but killers.
Bashan Jianlu is Tingxuelou’s public identity, and the killer business is Jianlu’s main source of income. Among them, there are peripheral killers in Tingxuelou, who are all casual people recruited from all over Bashu. Therefore, they have various practices, and the real core killers are all disciples of Jianlu.
Han Wubing couldn't accept it...Bounty hunter and killer sounded similar, they were the polar opposites of yin and yang. So he stopped participating, and his relationship with his master became even more discordant.
On the bank of the Sword Lake, a fellow sect member seized the sword and killed his friend, which only triggered a rift. The lead to the rift had been laid for a long time... Of course, he didn't know that this was a sword path planned by his master based on his temperament. He and everyone The different choices actually made Shi Wuding extremely happy.
From beginning to end, it's just a live-action drama.
Earlier, Han Wubing also knew that Tingxuelou had received the bounty for killing Zhao Changhe, but they were all peripheral assassins pretending to be beggars and waiters. No real Jianlu disciples had taken action yet, so Han Wubing fell down. I don't think this matter has anything to do with me. When he found out that Ying Shuang was looking for Zhao Changhe, Han Wubing couldn't sit still.
Damn it! The forces that had offered bounties to assassinate Zhao Changhe had basically reconciled with Zhao Changhe. The one who had been issued a wanted order by the imperial court had hugged and kissed him, and the one who had been issued a bounty by the Blood God Sect was kneeling on his knees. Damn it... call me the Holy Son.
So who is still offering rewards now?
It didn't matter who was offering the reward, Yingshuang was his senior brother, and Zhao Changhe couldn't handle it if he was a cultivator in the thirties.
So he searched for thousands of miles and blocked the senior brother in Jiange.
Looking at the snow-capped mountains in front of him, Han Wubing suddenly thought, maybe this just started to fit the name of Tingxue Tower?
The past is over... Since Master wants to reconcile today, let's talk about it. Why did we, who were born for the sword, become the devil in the dark night? This shouldn't be the case.
While thinking about it, my footsteps have already entered the snow-capped mountains.
The moment he stepped in, Han Wubing's expression changed slightly and he was about to pull back.
He felt that he had entered a strange realm. His mind became trance-like, his memory became blurred, and his thinking began to stagnate. There seemed to be whispers echoing in the sea of soul. All consciousness faded, and only the shadow of the master became more prominent.
Han Wubing was no rookie at this time, so he suppressed his dazed spirit and quickly evacuated.
There were shadowy figures behind him, and countless people were suddenly blocked.
Han Wubing was in a daze again... Why couldn't his spiritual sense detect the existence of these people? They are all……
Are they all dead?
No, there is a living person... who is also Zhao Changhe's acquaintance, Lan Wujiang, whom he fought during the sword test of hundreds of tribes a few days ago.
"As expected of being disease-free." Lan Wujiang's expression at this time was even stiffer than that day. His face was as pale as a zombie, but he still seemed to be conscious and able to talk: "I was able to realize it at the first time and get out in time... But Now that you're here, don't go back... isn't it good for Jianlu?"
Han Wubing could barely hear the previous words, only the last few words resounded in his heart over and over again.
Isn’t Jianlu good? Isn’t Jianlu good?
He covered his head hard and gasped: "What...is going on..."
"It's nothing... Wanderers who are out there always have to return to their places... Ten Thousand Swords return to the sect, that's all." Lan Wujiang's face was expressionless, as if he was stating something that was natural: "Your cultivation has progressed so fast. The sect master is very happy. With the arrival of your level, the last piece of the puzzle has been filled in."
"Choke!" Before he could finish speaking, Han Wubing suddenly drew his sword and was about to forcefully leave.
But this sword is very strange. It still looks sharp, but it is like playing house against Lan Wujiang. Every movement and luck he makes is as if he is playing with the opponent, and he is easily beaten. The ground was set aside.
Several expressionless sword slaves nearby rushed up, grabbed Han Wubing and took him up the mountain.
Han Wubing's head felt dizzy again, and he found that he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and his eyelids began to fight. What's even weirder is that the desire in my heart is still to go up the mountain... Why do I still want to go up the mountain?
Is this a poison? Or some kind of curse?
Han Wubing carefully guarded the mourning platform and quickly looked inside, but for a while he couldn't find any problem at all.
Is it true, as people from the Central Plains say, that the Miao territory should not be entered lightly, and you are inexplicably killed without even knowing why...
I'm so unwilling... I just came back for a look out of love for my master... Is it really like what they said, that all seven human emotions are wrong and are obstacles to the way of the sword?
At this moment, the sky burst into blood.
Under the moonlight, a bloody figure jumped down from the mountain, holding a huge broad knife in both hands, and slashed straight at the sky and the earth: "Get out of here!"
Lan Wujiang looked up in shock. The moon was full on the top of the mountain, and the figure seemed to be in the middle of the moon. He couldn't see his face clearly. Only his bright red eyes were left, like a god and demon looking down.
Han Wubing, who was almost unconscious, showed a smile.
Who said they are all obstacles? There is always something that stubbornly proves to the world.
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