In the southeast of Central Continent, the sky is clear and the sea of clouds is rolling and changing. A tall Taoist sits cross-legged on the body of a mortal sword that he picked up at random. He flies forward at an extremely stable speed. It is neither fast nor slow, but there is a certain kind of The feeling of being a thousand miles away. γuhuguO
The Taoist's face was dull, his eyes were deep, and his age could not be seen. The white clouds were blowing on his face, which gave him a sense of being out of the world.
The Taoist has been away from this world for a long time, and then he was imprisoned for decades. Now he is quietly looking at the city under the clouds, with a look as if he has escaped from another world in his eyes.
Most practitioners who can fly in the air are prominent figures in Central Continent. Today, two more practitioners from Xuantian Sect came, riding two eagles, one old and one young. At this moment, everyone was stunned when they saw the Taoist.
Sword flying is naturally a sword cultivator, but this person is dressed as a Taoist. A practitioner dressed in such a way is basically a first-rate Taoist swordsman from the Holy Land Tao Sect in Central Continent.
Judging from his demeanor, they knew he was unfathomable, but they had never seen this person before, so they were a little suspicious.
I am ashamed to say that the name Xuantian Sect sounds quite domineering, but in fact it is just a low-level sect in Central Continent, and it is not worth mentioning in the entire Spiritual Wasteland. It belongs to the kind of practitioner who is just a little famous in the Spiritual Wasteland. The kind where the sect leader has to serve you politely when you step into the sect.
However, Xuantian Sect has an effect that other sects cannot replace, that is, its eagles are extremely fast and have extremely strong endurance. They can cross two continents in a few days.
So over time, the Xuantian Sect leader simply changed the direction of establishing the sect, and asked his disciples to serve as messengers specifically for Central Continent and the other five continents. Any important news would be sent to the major sects by the Xuantian Sect.
Good deeds lead to good karma, so unknowingly, they formed more or less incestuous relationships with various major sects, and the sects were able to continue for hundreds of years.
Don't underestimate the job of a messenger. You must know that delivering letters often requires door-to-door visits, and some details are indispensable. For example, for the sake of good luck, even the Xuantian Sect stipulates that messengers have pseudonyms. For example, the older man in the Xuantian Sect is called a fisherman. , the young one is called Yuan Bao.
At this moment, the two of them were going to a sect in East Zuzhou to deliver a message.
The reason for the pause is because you need to know that the main thing when delivering letters is to be well-rounded. You should have an impression of everything you see, so that if there is any trouble in the future, it will be easier to deal with it.
On weekdays, they come and go, even Dao Sect's immortal Dao Fan, they have met several times, and even had the honor to talk for a few words, but they have never seen this person in front of them.
"I dare to ask, senior, are you an expert in the Dao Sect?"
The older man slightly clenched his fists and bent down, and said with a smile: "We are Xuantian Sect disciples. If our seniors have any objects or messages that need to be sent, we can do it for you."
When he said this, the old man was actually prepared to be scolded or even beaten, and his body tensed slightly.
People in cultivation are always unpredictable, especially the higher the realm, the more casual they become. Maybe because your words disrupted the other person's thoughts, or because you think your realm and status are not worthy of knowing, you will be struck by a sword for no reason.
But who would have expected that the man seemed to have an unusually good temper. He turned around and glanced at them, and said gently: "I have been at home for too long, so I wanted to come out and have a look. Where are you going?"
The fisherman bent down and said, "The two of you, the younger generation, are going to Duanren Mountain in East Zuzhou to deliver a message."
The Taoist nodded and said, "We happen to be on our way. In that case, let's go together."
The old man was flattered. Before he could say anything, the Taoist had already started flying forward with his sword.
Yuan Bao scratched his head and asked, "Is it appropriate?"
The old man whispered: "Actually, it's a good thing. Just remember not to offend this senior on the way. The two continents are very large, and there are many sects and scattered cultivators. It is extremely dangerous. If there is a Dao Sect senior traveling with you, regardless of the realm, it will be very dangerous." It’s because of the Taoist sect’s reputation that it can turn disaster into good.”
In the next few days, two messengers from the Xuantian Sect who could be regarded as masters and disciples walked with the senior Dao Sect. As time passed, they started to be wary and then gradually relaxed.
Because this senior has a very good temper and seems to have not been out for a long time. No matter where he goes, he will look at it casually. He is very interested in climbing high and overlooking the distance. He even feeds the spiritual birds for himself when they go to the special inns in each county. When supplying supplies, that person would often wait quietly aside and never rush.
As time went by, the two of them really thought that the man was a gentle-tempered old man who had not been born in Taoism for a long time.
One day while flying in mid-air, the younger Yuan Bao couldn't help but be curious and asked: "Senior, have you used this sword since childhood and returned to its original nature, so it is so... ordinary?"
When the old man heard this, he glared at the young man fiercely.
When working outside, sword immortals are most afraid of them exploring their own natal sword. If they meet someone with a bad temper, they will die without even knowing how to live.
The middle-aged Taoist didn't care, and said with a smile: "The sword is an ordinary Taoist sword. It is ordinary to begin with. If it really returns to its original nature, it will be even more useless."
After the words fell, the old man and Yuan Bao couldn't help but smile.
It seems that this joke is quite funny.
"Have you ever gone to Daozong to deliver a message?" The middle-aged Taoist was quite lively in conversation today.
Young Yuan Bao shook his head.
The old man seemed to have aroused some interest. There was a bit of emotion and sadness in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and said: "My master and I were lucky enough to go there once. However, it was when I was very young. In order to send that letter, I caused a lot of trouble." The master is also dead... The only worthwhile thing is that the letter was delivered to the hands of the great master. Although I can only vaguely see his figure from a distance, it can be said that the master is still with me even before he died. I will never forget it.”
The Taoist suddenly asked: "What is your name?"
The old man subconsciously replied: "Senior, my name is Yu Youdao."
The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said no more.
Along the way, across two continents and the sea, it seemed that it was because of this senior that the huge sea of clouds in the sky, let alone embarrassment and provocation, did not even appear in front of them!
In this seemingly unobstructed situation, they came to a mountain range.
There are continuous mountains in the mountains, and there is a forest of knives between the mountains. Every broken blade is stuck upside down in the ground.
The cold air spreads throughout the entire forest of swords, all over the mountains and plains, and it's so forbidding.
This is Broken Edge Mountain.
It's just that in recent years, Broken Blade Mountain seems to have become much more low-key since the female sword fairy left and returned. Even in the cultivation world, rumors about Broken Blade Mountain are rarely heard.
The three of them landed and walked among the mountains. It took them half an hour to reach the forest of swords.
The middle-aged Taoist stood quietly outside the forest, with his hands behind his back, without speaking. He just looked at the words Broken Blade Mountain on the stone tablet quietly.
"Senior, why don't you rest here first, and we'll go deliver the message and come back as soon as we go." The old man whispered.
Although the sword cultivators in Broken Blade Mountain have little connection with Dao Zong, they are the kind of people who are not pleasing to the eye and are known to the whole world, so the old man is afraid that this senior will be embarrassed.
However, the middle-aged Taoist shook his head and said, "You don't have to go in, someone will come and get it."
As soon as the words fell, several people quickly walked out of it. One of them was trembling for some reason, and he took the envelope handed by the old man tremblingly.
This left both the old man and Yuan Bao stunned.
In the past, I had never received this kind of treatment when delivering letters. I always waited here obediently and could only go in on foot to deliver the letter after being notified. What's wrong? Are these rough guys who are risking their lives in practicing swordsmanship more serious today?
Just as the two of them were confused, they saw another scene that made them unable to help but feel horrified.
There was a wooden house on the cliff hundreds of feet above the forest of swords. At this moment, a tall woman slowly walked out of it.
The woman had a complicated look on her face, and finally she bowed slightly in their direction.
The old man was stunned and almost sat down on the ground. The stupid kid next to him didn't understand. Didn't he know who the imposing woman in front of him was?
Judging from his appearance and power, who else could there be?
The owner of Duanren Mountain is the female swordsman Li Moran.
That was a top-level immortal figure in the upper three realms in the spiritual world. He could destroy dozens of Xuantian Sect beings with one hand.
The old man quickly pulled Yuan Bao and bent down to return the gift.
The woman's face was expressionless.
Naturally, she was not worshiping them, but the Taoist priest next to her who had always been silent.
The middle-aged Taoist who had been looking at the stone tablet said nothing.
So Li Moran, the Sword Immortal with a very high status in the spiritual world, could only worship again.
I prayed three times in a row, but in the end I couldn’t pray for a long time.
The middle-aged Taoist nodded slightly, turned his head and walked towards the exit.
Looking at the retreating figures of the three people in the distance, she had already recovered from her injuries in the forest and even improved to a higher level, but she only felt that her back was covered with cold sweat. She had never felt this way even during countless life-and-death fights before.
She had thought about this scene for a long time, thinking that although she was invincible, she should not be so unbearable.
Yet she was wrong.
Because when that man came here, he only had an ordinary iron sword.
In the eyes of Yuan Bao and the old man, this is a rough and useless sword made by an ordinary blacksmith.
But in the eyes of Sword Immortal Li Moran and even in the eyes of everyone in the cultivation world.
Whether it's an abandoned iron sword, a piece of wood, or a stone.
Whatever that is.
As long as it is held in the palm of that person's hand.
It was a Taoist artifact that could destroy the entire Broken Blade Mountain in one blow.
"Thank you, senior, for sparing your life." The female Sword Immortal had a complicated expression.
"Take care of yourself." A clear and calm voice sounded from her ears, and then disappeared.
