Chapter 615 – State of Mind and the One
Chapter 615 – State of Mind and the One
The entire body of this grand hall was paved with true qi source stones, and the monstrous true qi caused one to fall into the sea of clouds, and one’s body was cold and comfortable. On the surrounding purple and gold walls, there were dozens of portraits hanging, and judging from the ancient seal scripts on the portraits, they were all of the successive generations of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s Sect Master Teachers, and their life stories!
Not only that, below each sect master’s cultivation techniques and divine abilities are listed one by one.
The deepest part, is a body glowing with white jade sword-shaped seat, the seat placed two flickering bright things, a short sword full of bloody killing dragon, a banana fan, not yet close to the feeling of tyrannical murderous air coming from the face.
These were the Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s two major mountain protection Back Heaven Spiritual Treasures!
Underneath the seat, it was filled with extremely dense true qi and spiritual qi fluctuations that seemed to lead to the entire Xuan Tian Mountain Range where the Xuan Tian Sword Sect was located.
The head of the Dragon Vein was located there!
In addition, in the sky above that throne, there were vague illusions that sank and floated, disillusioning endlessly, like some sort of prophecy.
This hall, not only has the mantle of authenticity of the successive generations of the head teacher, but also has the two major spiritual treasures that guard the clan and the place of the dragon vein and dragon head and other things, Xin Zhuo district a true disciple can come in, has been a fluke!
Ten breaths of time wasn’t long, he didn’t even have time to think about anything else, and immediately looked to the throne, searching for that line of words.
The writing was conspicuous, right on the throne’s cushion-
“A secret order from the Great Luo, a disciple has descended into the world, collect it quickly, Xin Zhuo, the alchemist of Kunxu City, is the first!”
The logic of this line was strange, as if it had a speech defect, and it was also scribbled, as if it had been left hastily in a hurry.
The traces of the words were filled with a sense of age, as if they had been left behind for a long time.
But …… they are Ji Jiwei s font.
That woman with a strong character, who came from the pride of an Imperial Princess, who was beautiful, graceful, and generous, had handwriting that was as open as a man’s.
Xin Zhuo stared blankly, he imagined the picture of Ji Jiwei when he carved this line ……
A small smile appeared on his face, then the smile gradually disappeared and turned into an unspeakable silence.
Lonely in a different world, it was easy to join the Jiang family, barely finding a trace of belonging.
He had lost his mother early in his previous life, and in this life, he had landed a heartfelt belonging on Ji Jiwei and the others; with his mother and family around, this strange world was not so scary.
That year, he went to the Western Qin, through the 300,000 troops, and racked his brains to go to the Demon Hill, why is not to save this old lady?
In fact, he is just an ordinary can no longer be ordinary youth, at best a little smart, but also will be hot blooded, pretending, fooling around, he has always felt that he is a commoner, a small wealth is good, others do not force, nothing to hell of a dream.
Until, all of a sudden, he realized that the storms of those years were all a game of these strange people, and at the end of the game, it was those people who broke all the illusions of him, an ordinary man!
Everything became vulgar and ridiculous all at once!
Nope! The only one who was ridiculous was actually himself, because he was the only one who was drilling all kinds of things like a rash, and the others were here to play the game of life.
In the end those people threw him away as something dispensable!
That’s something a mundane person can’t accept.
What was even more unacceptable was that these people gave him a handout before they left.
Not to make him die of loneliness and hunger like Jiang Zichong, turning into a withered bone that no one cares about.
Although he didn’t care at the bottom of his heart, this was more like a great irony to him.
“Time’s up!”
A cold chortle came from the ten elders outside.
Xin Zhuo’s breathing suddenly shortened by a few points as he violently stretched out his finger, and the ancient vicissitudes of the extreme offense flashed out.
[Fighting Character Technique]
Instantly smoothed out the line of writing.
“Bold!”
“Xin Zhuo, what are you doing?”
Several figures unsheathed their long swords at their waists, murderous, and made a move to charge.
Xin Zhuo was unwilling to pay attention, lifting his feet and walking out of the inner hall, brushing past a group of elders who were like enemies, flashing into mid-air and then flashing back to the Steward Sword Peak.
The rain is still falling, slowly converging into a small stream, flowing down the deep cliffs around the peak, into a waterfall splash.
In the distance on the peak of creation, the momentum is magnificent, the clan senior dozens of peak masters, elders are trying to understand the “fighting word skill”, but here in addition to the rain, a quiet, the other brothers and sisters do not know where to go.
A white civilian clothes, like a fairy-like Zhao Yi Lord is squatting in front of the temple with Xiao Huang, quietly waiting for him, as usual, gentle and quiet.
Xin Zhuo walked into the hall with a numb look and lay down on the bed.
“Crunch–“
Xiao Huang closed the hall door. Lord Zhao Yi sat down on the edge of the bed with a fragrance of flowers, a pair of hazel eyes silently looked at him for a long time, and suddenly lay down beside him.
“You saw that line?” Lord Zhao Yi asked.
Xin Zhuo said: “Yes!”
“Are you sad?”
“Yes!”
“…… In fact, you don’t have to think about it too much!”
“It’s hard not to think about it!”
“Since ancient times, those with amazing talent are all lonely!”
“You think I’m brilliant?”
“The entire Xuan Tian Sword Sect thinks so, no one can deny what you’ve done these past few days, I heard that the other seventeen sects are also inquiring about your name, in a matter of days, Xin Zhuo’s name will resonate throughout the eighteen sects!”
“What’s the point? I don’t care at all about these things, what amazing talent is too false, do you know that the moment I learned the Fighting Character Technique, I vaguely felt the terror of the Middle Ancient Martial Artists, even the entire Xuan Tian Sword Sect wouldn’t be enough for those people to run over with one finger……. I’m a person who actually doesn’t have much to offer!”
“Xin Zhuo!” Lord Zhao Yi frowned and huffed, “It’s just a small trick of those few families, why do you need to stick to the past?”
“How can I not think about the past? Do you know that I, Voltron Mountain, the Jiang Family, and Western Qin have exhausted all my enthusiasm!”
“You can at least break into this world! In the future, go and tell those families that you’re angry, and so is Jiang Zichong! You will go and tell those few on Volsung Mountain back then that you, the Grand Master, are always the Grand Master!”
“And then?”
“……”
Lord Zhao Yi was silent, and after a long time, she stretched out her slender jade hand and stroked his face, softly saying, “And why do you care about after that? Even if you go to take a look at this heaven and earth and all the domains, I will always accompany you to every end of the earth and every corner of the sky, I …… have been waiting for you for many years!”
Xin Zhuo frowned: “You have waited for me for many years?”
Lord Zhao Yi laughed lightly: “I’m waiting for the person who cured my eyes and ears!”
Xin Zhuo’s face was suddenly swept away, laughed: “Very well, you finally admit that I am not Zhao Linghe, I do not care what you are, if you Zhao Yizhu is going to make a fool of me in the future, I’ll bury you and those families together!”
Zhao Yi Lord guffawed: “Good, bury me deeper!”
Xin Zhuo sat up in a platter, his eyes showing a clear color as he looked out of the hall: “We have to fight for more resources that we can share together, and enter the Spiritual Platform as soon as possible. On the Sect Leader’s throne, I saw something, this heaven and earth has been changing, in these few years, there will be countless experts and monsters appearing, one higher than the other in the realm, the eighteen clans might really be destroyed overnight!”
Lord Zhao Yi hesitated for a moment and asked, “But how should we strive for more? You’re already one of the ten candidates for Sect Leader!”
“The one and only!”
Xin Zhuo said: “The secret art of the fighting words on the wordless stele, I’ve messed up the order, more importantly, it’s a Fa Wu Tong Yu Xuan art, no one but me can learn it, I want to make sure I’m the only one, the only one is more valuable, I want to drain the Xuan Tian Sword Sect of all its resources!”
He was very good at fusing feats, disrupting the order of a secret art, no one would be able to see the problem because there was no knowledge of the specific cultivation method of this secret art.
Lord Zhao Yi froze for a moment: “You ……”
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and said: “Who am I to be an honest person? If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t have been able to see through the Broken Tablet all the same!”
……
January time passed in a flash.
Standing sword peak one hundred and three true disciple hall, has been Tianmen Mountain artisan disciples rebuilt once again, large “tenth” two words, far away can be seen, and the palace underground spiritual vein through the XuanTianFeng main vein, here cultivation, twice the result with half the effort!
In addition, pills, martial arts rhyme stone, treasures, all kinds of spiritual martial arts, techniques, do not want to send, as long as you want, no clan can not do, is to dig the ground three feet, but also give you to send over.
The dividends of the next Sect Leader candidate is definitely not something to talk about!
And this month Creation Peak Broken Monument, has become a sect forbidden land, participate in the first echelon of the ancient supreme secret arts of the Acting Sect Master, the peak masters of the peaks and the main elders, has lost the battle.
The second echelon, the true disciples on, once again lost the battle.
Then, there was no more.
Everyone could see that this secret art seemed to be fine, it was just a bit too difficult, even if there was a detailed way of practicing it, because the Middle Ages were too far away, the way of practicing it did not make sense with today, and it required a strong comprehension ability, which unfortunately they didn’t have, or else it wouldn’t have been Xin Zhuo’s turn!
Thus, many people placed their eyes on Xin Zhuo again.
(End of chapter)