Eight swords of Tianlong

() "Hush!" Two swords flew into the hands of the old man, and the sound on the swords gradually faded away.

On the tsuba of one sword was engraved the ancient Chinese character Qing Ming, and the other sword was engraved with Jin Guang.

"The two of you have finally caught up with the time, and I have fulfilled my promise!" The old man walked out of the grotto with two swords in his hands, stood outside the door and threw the two swords at the sky, and the two swords turned into two streamers of light immediately Disappear.

The old man returned to the stone house and sat back on the stone platform. Suddenly, there was no more sound, breathing and heartbeat disappeared.

Huh, the stone door opened, and another old man who looked very similar to the deceased old man walked in. Looking at the old man who closed the curtain on the stone platform, a look of grief appeared in his eyes.

"Sword Master?" The old man took a step closer and called out expectantly.

The sword master was silent, the old man took a few steps closer and called out: "The blacksmith?" The blacksmith was also silent.

In the end, the old man burst into tears, stroking the top of the old man's head sitting on the ground with his hands, and cried out in grief: "Brother..."

The chest of the old man sitting on the ground was sunken, and he let out a breath suddenly. The grief on the face of the standing old man deepened, and he couldn't control the pain anymore, like a child crying while hugging his brother's body stand up.

"My silly brother, is your death worth it! Is this the shackles you gave to our Ximen family? Forged the last two swords for you, but it took the lives of our close relatives for generations.

It’s been thousands of years, why is your poor little brother still obeying the rules left by your ancestors, waiting for the famous sword to be born, and Riri wasted effort on it, now it’s all right, now only brother is left alone , all of you are gone, woo woo, I hate it so much, I hate it so much!I hate you so much, Dugu Celebrity, why did you put such shackles on us? ! "

"Why, why is this? Is it because you left us the Love Sword and Sword Art? For generations, we have been waiting to forge those two swords for you. Every time a generation of masters exhausted their energy and died. You idiots , that was all 1000 years ago, why is there such a lunatic in every generation!"

The old man was extremely sad, holding his younger brother's body and weeping dimly, and slowly crying enough, the old man's eyes showed a majestic killing intent.

Huh, the figure flashed, the old man appeared outside the door, and then flashed again on the top of the mountain thousands of meters away, his figure flickered, like a sharp sword piercing the void, advancing continuously, the old man's movement was like a substance The sword light flashed, and the sword shadows appeared again and again. Outsiders saw only a sword light flashing above the sky.

"Amitabha, where is Ximenjie's almsgiver going?" A monk with a white beard suddenly appeared on the road, blocking the path of the white-haired old man.

"You sweeper, if you don't sweep the floor well, what's the point of appearing here?" Ximenjie said coldly, his tone as cold as blown from the eighteenth floor of hell.

"Amitabha, Lord Ximen, please forgive the old monk for talking too much. Since it is the promise of the ancestors, why should the benefactor blame others?" said the sweeping monk, his tone was gentle, and a warm breath swayed away. The cold was wiped out.

Ximenjie squinted his eyes and looked at the sweeping monk, his expression changed. When he thought that his younger brother had left him, the violent aura in his body immediately rolled away, and the sky behind him suddenly changed, a snake that looked like a snake but not a snake The monster appeared behind him.

"Hell Snake? The benefactor has actually condensed such an artistic conception of martial arts. It seems that he is about to start killing!" The sweeping monk's face turned miserable.

"Monk, you have become a monk, so you should be your monk well, why bother with those old things?" Ximen Jieren seemed to be scrupulous, and said coldly.

"Amitabha, of course we have to keep our promises! Although he has become a saint, as long as he is a mortal, he will never be able to get rid of the shackles of the world!" The sweeping monk said indifferently.

"So you're taking care of your own business? Isn't it?" Ximen Jieren seemed to shoot two cold lights from his eyes, stabbing at the sweeping monk. The Buddha's light flickered beside the sweeping monk, and the two cold lights dissipated as soon as he got close up.

"Is it or isn't it?" Ximenjie was still staring at the sweeping monk.Just like the current multiple-choice questions and other sweeping monk choices, the answer is very simple, there are only two answers, and the probability of getting it right has half the chance, because you only need to answer yes or no.

"The old monk keeps his promise and protects him well. When the time comes, you can naturally go to trouble him, and then the old monk will naturally stop asking questions!" The sweeping monk replied.

Ximen Jieren's stomach was about to explode. What are you doing? After a long time, the other party didn't answer his question. Instead, he was given a multiple-choice question, which was still a multiple-choice question.

"Your grandpa, don't think that you can teach others a lesson by shaving your head. Fuck that old thing that sweeps the floor!" Ximenjie lazily told him nonsense again, pointing at the sweeping monk with both hands.

The hell sound snake behind Ximenjie opened its mouth and spat out, and the red sword energy flew towards the sweeping monk one after another.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The Buddha shadows in the sky seemed to have dragons swimming, golden lotus flowers rolling, bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and a statue of Buddha appeared behind the sweeping monk, some with fierce eyes and fierce eyes, and some kind and kind.

As the sword energy swept over, the Buddha statues disappeared one after another, and the Buddha statues appeared again. Although the sword energy was endless, it seemed that the appearance of the Buddha statues behind the sweeping monk was also endless.

"Okay, you bastard, how did you condense so many artistic conception Buddha statues?" Ximenjie immediately realized that the current method would not be beneficial, so he stopped altogether.

"Didn't the benefactor say that the poor monk is a sweeper? He has learned a lot of the true meaning of Buddhism and Taoism in his free time. He really has delayed the duty of sweeping the floor. He feels ashamed of the abbot!" The sweeping monk sincerely repented.

Ximenjie's angry beard is flying around. This is called the true meaning of Buddhism and Daoism. An idle monk who has nothing to do will let his sword energy all over the sky return in vain. Is this laughing at him?

"Look at me again!" The Hell Snake behind Ximenjie suddenly swelled up. The black scales were like black iron sheets the size of a palm, and the snake's body suddenly became the size of a hundred feet. momentum.

With a strange cry, the snake's mouth opened, which was more than twenty feet in size, and suddenly a black sword aura flew out from the snake's mouth, fused with a red sword aura on Ximen Jieren's finger, suddenly The red sword energy suddenly turned black and red.

"Hehehe, old bald head, look at my face, no matter how many Buddhas are of any use, hehehe, quack!" Suddenly the laughter became ugly like a duck, quack stopped laughing, and looked at me in a daze. The artistic conception behind the sweeping monk.

Countless Buddha shadows disappeared one by one, only one Buddha shadow became clearer and clearer, the Buddha statue of the Tathagata of the Western Paradise.

"Impossible, how did you comprehend it so deeply!??" Ximenjie let out a strange cry, stretched out his sword finger, and a black and red sword energy flew towards the sweeping monk.The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, and a swastika flew out of his hands.

The red and black sword energy collided with the swastika, Ximenjie didn't even look at the result, he suddenly retreated, and shouted: "Old monk, when the time is up, you won't protect that guy anymore Haha, it doesn’t matter if I just put up with him for a few more years, I’ll think of some ideas on how to make my revenge happy, cool, hahahaha!”

"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk shook his head helplessly, "Since it is a promise, then it is a debt repayment. There is no free lunch in the world. Why don't you understand such a simple truth? Do you want to understand or hold back the desire to live forever? Hope?" The monk read Buddhist scriptures for a while before deciding to leave. The surrounding mountain peaks were knocked down more than ten meters, and there were rolling stones and mud everywhere. I don't know how many innocent lives were injured by the two.

At the foot of Wuliang Mountain, still under the blue pine tree, the old man drinking tea suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the enjoyment.

A monk appeared in the courtyard, it was the sweeping monk who intercepted the Ximenjie people.The monk saluted old man Liu and said, "Senior, I remember your promise to protect my Shaolin lineage in the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and the Shaolin lineage cannot be cut off!"

Old man Liu smiled, took a sip of wine, and said: "Doesn't Buddha pay attention to cause and effect? ​​Since you have done good deeds, the Shaolin lineage will naturally be preserved. Why ask me for a promise!"

The floor-sweeping monk suddenly realized, and smiled slightly: "It's the monk's portrait!" He said and disappeared in the yard.

The swords in the world are still trembling, and everyone feels the panic in their hearts.Dugu Mingshang didn't know that he had escaped a catastrophe, and slowly the six sword shadows behind him became more and more stable.

Whoosh, the sword shadow disappeared, and all of them flew into the lotus flower, and six lotus seeds appeared on the lotus platform of the lotus flower.

The lotus flower disappeared, and Dugu Mingshang woke up, feeling refreshed and sweaty all over his body.

In the blink of an eye, another three months passed, and the sword shadows behind Dugu Mingshang turned into nine sword shadows. Sitting on the bed, Dugu Mingshang's nine sword shadows on the lotus behind him were constantly turning, shining blue light.

The sword light disappeared, and nine lotus seeds appeared on the lotus platform behind Dugu Mingshang, forming nine lotus seeds.

Dugu Mingshang woke up, with a smile on his face, and said to himself: "What a mysterious father, how did he do it? The memory left to me is only in the situation of the Liudao Pulse Sword Pneumatic Practice. The cultivation map of the seventh meridian sword qi appeared. Then the eighth, and the ninth. In this way, the six-veined sword suddenly became the nine-veined sword!"

Right thumb, Shaoshang sword, index finger Shangyang sword, middle finger Zhongchong sword, ring finger Guanchong sword, side finger Shaochong sword, left finger Shaoze sword, left ring finger Shaoming sword, middle finger Zhonghe sword, index finger Shenyang sword !

Each of the nine sword qis has its own characteristics, but there is also a common characteristic, which is the unique artistic conception of Dugu Famous Merchant, Breaking the Realm.

Dugu Mingshang appeared outside the door and said, "Prepare the carriage for me right now, I'm going on a long journey!"

After a while, Liang Mengru and Liang Menglong came.

"Brother, it's time, are you leaving now?" Liang Menglong asked.Liang Mengru looked at Dugu Mingshang quietly, Dugu Mingshang's eyes flickered, pretending not to know, and turned back to the house.

The carriage was driving rapidly on the road, Liang Menglong was probably used to being a groom of Dugu Famous Merchant, this time he could have let other people drive the horse, but he ended up driving the carriage himself.

Inside the carriage, Dugu Mingshang closed his eyes and rested his mind, with a slight smile on his face, feeling gentle and comfortable.Liang Mengru looked at Dugu Mingshang obsessively, and a faint aura attacked Dugu Mingshang.Dugu Mingshang was afraid of this matter, so he kept his eyes closed and rested his mind.