Chapter 708 Waiting for a sword

   The wind is violent, and the remaining power lingers for a long time.

  Tian Mingzi was blinded by the flying sand and rocks, but fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. He was used to looking at no one, so he swept his consciousness and looked forward.

  I didn’t see anything, but I knew there was a humanoid object, no matter the realm or the species, I didn’t know anything about it.

  At this time, Lu Bei was wearing a black-striped mask, and he had the blurred realm of the God-Scattering Art. Even monks at the Mahayana stage could not see his true face, let alone Tian Mingzi, who was only in the Void Refining Realm.

   Indecisive when things happen, claiming to be a junior.

  Tian Mingzi cupped his hands, and said politely: "This place is Hengshui Mountain, the territory of Zhao Qin's vassal state. Junior Tian Mingzi, senior, please be polite."

   "Fellow Taoist Tian Mingzi is very polite. Ding, a mountain Taoist, a casual cultivator cannot be a senior." Lu Bei cupped his fists in return, and glanced at the compass in Tian Mingzi's hand.

  Ordinary stuff, no chance with him.

  Since this is the case, there is no need to enforce the law.

   After confirming his arrival in Zhaoqin, Lu Bei wiped the cold sweat off his brow. The Kunlun Mountains were several times wider than he imagined. It took him ten days to land after flying for the originally planned three-day journey.

  People are almost numb.

   "Ding has something important to do, so I won't disturb fellow Taoists' enjoyment of enjoying the sun. Take your time and see you by fate."

   "Senior, wait a moment, you came from the north, can you see the signs of the birth of the magic weapon?"

   "The magic weapon?!"

  Lu Bei immediately became interested, stopped leaving, and chatted with Tian Mingzi full of curiosity: "Fellow Taoist, waiting for an opportunity here?"

   "That's right, I'm waiting for a sword."

  Tian Mingzi sighed endlessly: "The junior waited for a full three hundred years, counting the six hundred years of the master and ancestors, a full thousand years of wasted time, and did not wait for this magic weapon to appear in the world."

  Lu Bei became more interested. He took out the tables and chairs, greeted Tian Mingzi to take a seat, and poured a cup of tea: "Come, moisten your throat and make your mouth water."

  Tian Mingzi was somewhat resentful, poured out a cup of tea, and talked about the bad fate of his own mountain gate.

"Senior doesn't know, but the younger generation belonged to the Wuliang Sword Sect. Thousands of years ago, it was also a famous and powerful force in Zhao Qin. Xiu should also be polite."

   Infinite Sword School?

   It sounds like a miscellaneous fish, or the smaller one among the miscellaneous fish.

  Lu Bei made an evaluation in his heart, and said in awe: "It turns out that he is the heir of the Wuliang Sword Sect. He has heard of his name for a long time. Seeing him today is really lucky."

  By the way, do you Wuliang Sword Sect live in Wuliang Mountain, there is a lake in the mountain, there is a cave by the lake, and there is a life-sized figure in the cave?

   "Senior was joking, if a hero doesn't mention his bravery in the past, there is no such thing as the Wuliang Sword School nowadays, it's because the younger generation was rude."

  Tian Mingzi took his own tea, the more he drank it, the more bitter it became, he slapped the table and said, "If it wasn't for the Abandonment Sutra, how could the Wuliang Sword Sect be reduced to where it is today!"

   "Poof——"

   Lu Bei took a sip of tea, and seeing Tian Mingzi's face was covered with water, he hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "Why did you say that, fellow daoist, the Sutra of Abandonment you are talking about is the invincible immortal sword master in that lifetime?"

   Has the claws of Qilijing reached Zhaoqin?

   That's right, after all, he is invincible in his life, from east to west, from south to north, whether it is sword intent or Tao rhyme, wherever he goes, it is not surprising that there is a bad relationship in Zhaoqin.

  Tian Mingzi raised his sleeve to wipe the tea on his face, staring at the white scarf in Lu Bei's hand, lost in thought.

  Like many normal people, when they first saw Lu Bei, it was difficult for them to get used to it.

   "Fellow Taoist, don't blame me. This item was given by a close friend in the boudoir of my beloved wife's sister. Yu Ding has great significance. I can't borrow it from you to wipe my face."

   Lu Bei put away the fragrant handkerchief, and asked, "What happened to the Abandonment Sutra? He dismantled the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

"That's not true, but he defeated several sword masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect with his immortal sword intent, and the sword heart of the elders of the mountain gate was broken. There is only one junior left."

  Then you are too weak!

  Lu Bei showed admiration: "You are worthy of the Immortal Sword Master, and you are worthy of the Immortal Sword Intent. Whoever can get this Sword Intent must be invincible again."

   After finishing speaking, he nodded again and again, and highly affirmed it from the perspective of a pure passerby.

"Immortal Sword Intent is very powerful, but my Infinite Sword Intent is not far behind. If it weren't for the ruthless Qili Jing, every sword would break the sword's heart, why did the Infinite Sword Sect fall to this point?" Tian Mingzi said bitterly, deeply Dissatisfied.

  Although, he just refused to accept it!

  Lu Bei: (1`1)

  Infinite Sword Intent seems to be familiar, I feel like I have heard it somewhere, if he, the lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect, remembers correctly, there is a sword intent in the Immortal Nine Swords called Infinite Sword Intent, which is an unobtainable fusion material for the synthesis of Immortal Sword Intent.

  It turns out that the Sutra of Abandonment has immeasurable sword intent in Zhaoqin Bai.

  If there is sword intent, there should be Dao rhyme. Lu Bei is ready to move. After the first suzerain, the second suzerain of Tianjianzong will also extend his evil claws to the Wuliangjian sect.

   "By the way, fellow daoist, you said you are waiting for the sword here, so could it be that there is some magic weapon that can defeat the Qilijing?" Lu Beiqi asked.

  If this is the case, this artifact must be destined for him.

   "Back then, several kendo masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect were defeated by the Qili Sutra. Among them was the younger generation's patriarch. His sword heart was broken, and every time he picked up the sword, he suffered terribly. The way of kendo was cut off."

"Our sword cultivators are unwilling to bow their heads. The ancestor master couldn't get the sword, so he asked for the number of days. Finally, in his twilight years, he spied a glimpse of the sky. A great sword came from the north. One thought is boundless. Holding this magic weapon can not only defeat the immortal sword, It can also revive the prestige of the Wuliang Sword Sect."

   Tian Mingzi spoke loudly, and when he mentioned the last words of the patriarch, he was a little dazed.

  Looking at his foolish and crazy appearance, Lu Bei silently dispelled the demonic thoughts in his body, but the effect was mediocre. Tian Mingzi's madness, besides the obsession he wished for, also had depression and a bit of resentment.

  Depressed depression, resentful resentment.

  There is a pair of abandonment scriptures, there is also a pair of seniors in the mountain gate, especially my master and ancestors, who guarded the barren mountain and waited for the birth of the divine sword, and he was also implicated, wasting three hundred years of good time in vain.

   In addition to this, there is also resentment towards Zhao Qin. The Jiang family was too ruthless. If the royal family did not suppress everywhere, the Wuliang Sword Sect would not have fallen so neatly.

   It plummeted, hit the bottom and never rebounded, and there was no room for recovery.

  Tian Mingzi chattered endlessly, which gave Lu Bei a headache. He changed the subject several times but was brought back to his original place by Madman.

  Trying to no avail, he could tell that Tian Mingzi was crazy, his logic was not messed up at all, and he kept complaining and just wanted to find an audience.

   He was unlucky, just happened to be close.

"Tianmingzi Daoist friend, forgive Ding for being rude. The saying that the great sword came from the north is probably a cruel word from the ancestors who were unwilling to do so. In fact...you don't have to stare at me. Those twists and turns."

Tian Mingzi was silent for a long time, picked up a cup of tea after a long while, and murmured: "Senior's words are true, but this junior...doesn't know, it's just...other than this sword, this junior has no way to revive the mountain gate. , I know I don’t have one, so I can only wait.”

   As he spoke, he clenched his fists and coughed heavily, his sallow face was like gold paper for a moment, and his whole body looked old.

  Fist spread out, the blood was so glaring that Lu Bei gasped.

   "Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand, this is serious tea, not poisoned."

   "Senior was joking, it's the end of the junior's life, and it has nothing to do with senior's tea."

  Tian Mingzi's withered hair turned white, and his vitality withered rapidly. Although it had nothing to do with the tea, it had something to do with Lu Bei's quick words. Otherwise, he would have lived for at least three to five months.

  Lu Bei sweated on his brow, supported the crumbling Tian Mingzi, lit up a little green light, and tried to extend his life span for three to five months.

  However, it is of no use.

  Tian Mingzi looked relieved, he didn't want to live, he grabbed Lu Bei's sleeve and said indifferently: "When the junior is about to die, it's really nice to be able to talk with the senior and have this pot of good tea."

   "Fellow Daoist, if you persist, you can still drink a few more glasses."

   "Hahaha, the junior wants to die, he is already tired of living."

Tian Mingzi said a few more crazy words, and his spirit was revived like a flash of light. He took out a Qiankun ring from his sleeve, and said quickly: "There are boundless sword codes in the ring. If you don't mind the trouble, senior, please choose one with outstanding qualifications." Young people, let the inheritance of the Wuliang Sword Sect go on, and if you find it troublesome, you can also practice on your own, if others ask, please ask the senior to mention the name of the Wuliang Sword Sect."

Lu Bei nodded, took the Qiankun ring, saw that Tianmingzi was about to leave after returning to the light, and said, "Daoist friend, Ding has heard some things about Tianjianzong on the other side of the mountain. Jianzong is also gone."

"how do I say this?"

   Tian Mingzi was overjoyed, his eyes glowed with a strange light.

   "The Heavenly Sword Sect rebelled, and his spine was broken. Two of the three died during the tribulation period, and the remaining one was an old farmer who was not doing his job. He only knew how to plant grass and hug trees every day."

   "The second suzerain is a little boy who eats soft food. He is idle and has no ambitions. It is difficult to convince the crowd, let alone the elders under his sect."

   "The nine elders did not make up the full staff. The suzerain only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. He spends his days working in the daughter's hometown. In a few years, the Heavenly Sword Sect will be abolished."

   "That's good, that's good..."

  Tian Mingzi nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, slowly closed his eyes, and drooped his hand stroking his beard.

   It's cold!

"Fellow--"

Lu Bei cried out in great distress, tested his breath with his hands, and confirmed that it was really cold, and changed his face in a second: "However, the second suzerain's aptitude is very good, and he was silent even after reading the Abandonment Sutra. The backbone of Tianjianzong is his own. It was interrupted, but now it continues, and the state of vigorous vitality and all things competing is still in front of us.”

   "If a bright person doesn't speak dark words, that person is me!"

   "..."

  Tian Mingzi was emotionally stable, did not refute, and walked away with a smile.

  Lu Bei sighed, lamenting that it is not easy to cultivate, waved away the stone table and stone bench, poured a cup of tea on the ground, and gave Tian Mingzi a ride.

  He held up a fire, sent Tianmingzi into the box, and rummaged through the Qiankun Ring to pick it up.

  Meeting is fate, find the home address of the widowed and lonely elderly, and make a trip to send the ashes back, so that they can return to their roots. It is best to have a phone number. The woman who answers the phone is 280 years old. She values ​​love and righteousness, but has a low IQ. She is willing to make a promise to repay her kindness.

   Lu Bei thought too much about the phone number, but the address did exist.

  A title deed, which states the mountain where the Wuliang Sword Sect is located.

  In addition, there are three ancient books with a great sense of time.

   "This is..."

"Huh!"

"Huh?"

"Huh--"

  (end of this chapter)