The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 470

  Chapter 470 "Wanjian Returns to the Sect"

   "What's the matter with Junior Brother Zhang, did you **** so much that you jumped down and swam around?"

  When Zhao Changhe was questioning, someone in the room over there wandered out of the door and walked to the corner of the door. Suddenly, his chest felt numb, and Yue Hongling had already pressed acupuncture points.

  The last person in the room didn't know what happened outside, the red shadow flashed, and he also got acupuncture points.

  Yue Hongling took one in each hand, carried them to the forest, and asked each of them a circle. When they came out to see Zhao Changhe, the two exchanged each other, and their opinions were roughly the same.

   "I also have a point of view here, saying that it wasn't so cold when they first came here, and these days it's getting summer, but it's getting colder and colder."

   "There must be a reason for this environmental change... What special measures do they have?"

Yue Hongling said: "It is said that Shi Wuding set up a sword formation in the cave at the back, I don't know if that is the reason. The sword formation is all participated by his wordless sword slaves, outsiders can't enter, so they can only guard outside for him. However, this snow mountain is cold, Theoretically, no one comes here at all, who still works so hard to garrison? Isn't it just sleeping and sleeping, and they drink and drink.”

"No wonder, I feel that the guard is lax. From this point of view, he is a wordless sword slave..." Zhao Changhe paused, and really didn't want to use the word sword slave to describe his friend, so he said it as a character generation: "He is a person from the wordless generation. There are not many, and it has not reached the state that Li Si'an introduced that Shu is full of sword cottages."

Yue Hongling said: "This is inevitable. This kind of method involves a lot of energy, how could it be so much...Bashu is related to sword houses everywhere, and most of them should be for normal swordsmanship. It is not attractive for wordless sword slaves to mix in it. Just pay attention. In fact, the wordless sword slave should not exceed the number of palms... This may be the reason why Shi Wuding has not been able to break through the bottleneck."

   Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, this analysis makes sense.

  According to this method, if it can spread thousands of times, it will be sharp. Not only is it a triple secret treasury, I am afraid that the so-called "Royal" realm will be fine in the follow-up - logically this should be a routine that can only be played in the "Royal" realm, and it is too forced to play this game with no fixed time. , It is not easy to count with one palm.

   But the number is so small, so why use this to make a breakthrough? The sword intent he has mastered may not be as much as Zhao Changhe's Tianshuhang. With this, Zhao Changhe can't even touch the second-level secret treasure. Isn't it a joke that Shi Wuding wants to use these few to break the third-level secret treasure? …

  Maybe I have broken through in normal practice, but I can't break through if I spend a lot of energy here...

   No wonder it became more and more radical, and chose the method of combining Miao and Xinjiang voodoo techniques to control ready-made masters to be sword slaves...

Zhao Changhe pondered and said: "From this point of view, it is very likely that the sword array needs insufficient manpower, and knowing that Wu Bing has arrived in Bashu, he asked Wu Bing to fill in the hole... And there must be something wrong with this sword formation, Wu Bing's routine is not enough I may agree, but I must take back the control... Now I don't know how to achieve this, whether it needs to be face to face or just far away..."

  Yue Hongling raised his head and glanced at him: "Even if you can be separated, it must be within a certain range, otherwise you don't need to trick Han Wubing to come over... He probably hasn't arrived yet, you have to stop him immediately, maybe there is still time."

"and you…"

"This sword array caused a problem with the sky, and made you and me uneasy. It is no small matter. I am worried that it may be forced to activate even if Han Wubing is missing. We must pay attention. In this way, you and I will divide into two groups...you go to block Han Wubing Illness, may be involved in Shiwuding leaving the sword formation to find you, and I am lying in ambush here, waiting for the opportunity to destroy the sword formation."

   "Okay. Just be careful."

   "Be careful too."

  The young couple didn't say a word of unnecessary nonsense, the assignment had been decided, and Zhao Changhe left the mountain quickly.

  In the dark night, Han Wubing walked forward slowly, looking at the mountains looming in the darkness in the distance.

  His path is different from Zhao Changhe's. He came directly from Bashu, from north to south; Zhao Changhe came from Dali, but came from the southeast, and the two sides could not meet.

  Master wants to settle his grievances with himself, invites to meet at the new mountain gate, and "let wanderers recognize the gate". This kind of humane words, which are rarely heard in the cold and cold swordsman sect, made Han Wubing feel a little inexplicably touched.

Deep in my heart, I always have a feeling of admiration for my master. It seems that there is a voice telling me that I have any unresolvable grievances with my master. Go ahead and have a chat with my master... the one in the thirties I am also qualified to have a dialogue with Master after returning home.

  He didn't know that he was just a sword slave who had been presupposed since he was a child...but he knew that something was wrong with the sect, and he knew it before.

  Jianlu is in Bashan and has no property. Where does the money to support a sect come from?

   But the master seems to have inexhaustible money, and many senior brothers are also very rich, and I don't know where it came from.

  The seniors obviously often travel around the rivers and lakes, and some seniors often die outside and cannot return, but the world says that Jianlu disciples seldom travel outside.

   There is no other reason. It is actually quite simple to know the inside story in the sword house. It didn't take long for a senior brother to reveal it to him. Do you want to receive the reward together?

  Han Wubing thought he was a bounty hunter, but after doing it a few times, he realized that everyone was not a bounty hunter, but a killer.

  Bashan Jianlu is Tingxuelou's public identity, and the killer business is Jianlu's main source of income. Among them, Tingxuelou also has peripheral killers, who are all scattered people recruited from various places in Bashu, so they practice in various ways, and the real core killers are all Jianlu disciples.

  Han Wubing finds it difficult to accept...Bounty hunters and killers sound similar, they are the polarities of yin and yang. So he stopped participating, and his relationship with the teacher became more and more discordant.

On the bank of the sword lake, the same sect snatches swords and kills friends, but it detonates a rift, and the trigger for the rift has long been buried...Of course he doesn't know, this is a sword path prepared by his master according to his temperament, he is different In fact, Shi Wuding was extremely pleased with his choice.

  From beginning to end, it is just a live-action drama.

Earlier, Han Wubing also knew that Tingxuelou had received the bounty for killing Zhao Changhe, but those were peripheral assassins who pretended to be beggars and mistresses, and no real Jianlu disciples had ever acted before. I don't think it has anything to do with me. When he found that Yingshuang was looking for Zhao Changhe, Han Wubing couldn't sit still.

What the hell, the forces that offered a reward to assassinate Zhao Changhe earlier have basically reconciled with Zhao Changhe. The one who issued the arrest warrant has already kissed him, and the one who issued the reward from the Blood God Sect is kneeling Too much... I'm calling the Holy Son.

   Then who is still offering a reward now?

   It doesn't matter who is offering the reward, Yingshuang is his senior brother, and Zhao Changhe can't handle it with a cultivator in the 30s.

   So he searched for thousands of miles, and blocked his senior brother in Jiange.

  Looking at the snow-capped mountains in front of him, Han Wubing suddenly thought, maybe this is just beginning to fit the name of Tingxuelou?

  The past is over...Since the 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? It shouldn't be.

   While thinking, the footsteps have already stepped into the range of the snow mountain.

  As soon as 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 in a trance, his memory became blurred, his thinking began to sluggish, there seemed to be whispers echoing in the sea of ​​souls, all consciousness faded, and only the shadow of Master became more prominent.

  Han Wubing was not a rookie at this time, he forcibly suppressed his trance, and was about to evacuate quickly.

   Behind him was a shadowy figure, suddenly blocked by countless figures.

  Han Wubing was in a trance again...Why couldn't his spiritual sense detect the existence of these people? They are all…

   Are all dead?

   No, there is a living person... also an acquaintance of Zhao Changhe, Lan Wujiang who fought in the sword test of Hundred Clans a few days ago.

"As expected of no illness." Lan Wujiang's expression at this time was also stiffer than that of the day, his face was as pale as a zombie, but he seemed to be conscious and able to talk: "I really realized it at the first time and got out in time... But since Come, don't go back...isn't Sword Cottage any good?"

  Han Wubing could hardly hear the previous words clearly, only the last few words exploded in his heart repeatedly.

  Is the Sword House not good? Is the sword house not good?

  He clutched his head hard, panting: "This is... what's going on..."

"There's nothing... A wanderer outside always has to return to his position... Wanjian returns to the sect, that's just the case." Lan Wujiang was expressionless, as if stating a matter of course: "Your cultivation progress is so fast, let the suzerain I am delighted that with your arrival, 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 rush away.

But this sword is very strange. It looks fierce, but facing Lan Wujiang is like playing tricks. Every movement, every movement of his is like playing with the opponent, and he is easily defeated. The ground is set aside.

  Several expressionless sword slaves rushed up, grabbed Han Wubing and led him up the mountain.

  Han Wubing's head became dizzy again, and he found that he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and his eyelids began to fight. What's even more weird 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 Gu? Or what curse?

  Han Wubing guarded the Lingtai carefully and looked inside quickly, but he couldn't find any problems at all for a while.

   Is it true that as people in the Central Plains said, the Miao border should not be entered lightly, and I don't know why it's planted inexplicably...

  I'm so unwilling...I just came back to take a look for the love of the master...Is it really like what they say, the seven emotions of people are all wrong, and they are all obstacles to the way of swordsmanship?

  At this moment, the sky burst into blood.

  Under the moonlight, a blood-colored figure jumped down from the mountain, holding a huge broad knife in both hands, and slashed straight at the sky and covered the sky: "Go away!"

  Lan Wujiang looked up in amazement, the moon was full on the top of the mountain, the figure was like in the middle of the moon, and the face could not be seen clearly, only the bright red eyes remained, looking down like a **** and demon.

  Han Wubing, who was almost unconscious, showed a smile.

  Who says everything is an obstacle? There is always something to prove stubbornly to the world.

  PS: Asking for a monthly ticket, chrysanthemum is going to be pouted, it's better to be pouted by them than you~

  (end of this chapter)

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