Cards

"What awesome!"

Hong Qianqiu strengthened his tone again and repeated it. Yu Ci narrowed his eyes and listened to his story. He felt quite atmospheric: On the lonely and cold mountain peak, the half-drunk man pointed at the country, and the thick voice seemed to penetrate a distance of 20,000 years. The only regret is that there is some irony in the Chinese dialect:

"Eight thousand sword cultivators, the flying sword light turned into a flying rainbow, spanning a long distance of ten thousand miles. What is the result? Hehe, it's just a failure and a sandy place. The eight thousand top sword cultivators can escape back to the east bank of the Tianli Valley. Even the hundreds of people, most of them, have no shame to return to the east, stayed in the Duanjie Mountains, asked our sect for a piece of land, where they were closed..."

"Hey, you can't speak so meanly!"

Li You knocked on the sprinkler pot in his hand, and his face was unhappy: "What does it mean to escape back? What does it mean to return without a face? Expedition to the boundless Buddha Kingdom, fight hundreds of thousands of Buddha soldiers with eight thousand swords, and turn the Pure Land of Glazed Land into the Avici Hell. In the end, if the Buddhists had not been lucky enough to break the "six paths of reincarnation" at the cost of the thirteen ancient Buddhas returning to the nirvana, they would break the "six paths of reincarnation" and evolve into three thousand worlds, and use 17 sword immortals to destroy the land of eternal decline... can they win?

"Even if you are defeated, only the senior Yuandao cut off the rear, holding the Xuanhuang Killing Sword, blocking the eight directions of Yi, the gods, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats in the heavens are deterred, and they can be said to be even more honorable even if they are defeated!"

Hong Qianqiu snorted heavily: "Lower Yuandao returned to the east, he died of a demonic disaster. How do you explain?"

"That's because..."

"Uh, two senior brothers!"

Seeing that Li Er was about to blush because of the ancients who had fought 20,000 years ago, Yu Ci had to interrupt their argument and scratched his head and asked, "Is the place where those sword cultivators are buried in seclusion? Is the place where they are buried is the Sword Garden?"

Hong and Li both gave each other a fierce look, and finally Hong Qianqiu replied: "Almost all, these people were injured during the Western Expedition, and were frustrated and had no fun. They died one after another. The sect pity their experiences, and did not take back the land. They just repaired it for a little while and built a cemetery for people to pay tribute to. Of course, it was not an ordinary cemetery."

Li You continued Hong Qianqiu's words and said: "You must know that at that time, the eight thousand sword cultivators in the West had almost all the elites of the East Cultivation World, nineteen top sword immortals, nearly fifty masters of the Tribulation Law, hundreds of real people, Buxu cultivators, and nearly 20,000 years later, the cultivation world could no longer organize a team of such a large scale. Even if the Western Expedition was not good, retreated to the east coast and buried in the sword garden, there were two sword immortals, fifteen masters of the Tribulation Law, real people, and Buxu cultivators. The legacy of these predecessors, hey, must be amazing..."

Yu Ci Dadi: "Steal the grave and dig the grave!"

With a "puff", Hong Qianqiu sprayed Li You on the opposite side with a blooming face. He definitely did it on purpose. How could he express his hilarious mood if he didn't do this?

Li You reacted strangely, wiped away the wine stains expressionlessly, and still spoke to Yu Ci: "Junior Brother Yu, the sword garden is not as simple as you imagined. As for what it is inside, wait... Lao Hong, your mother will die!"

When he spoke, Li You drew his sword and slashed it. The sword was like a wave, and in a blink of an eye it to pieces the gentle moonlight in the sky. Hong Qianqiu's eyes lit up, as if it was ignited. He laughed and said, "I've been waiting for you!"

Facing the sword force, he did not retreat at all. A black green light buzzed outside his body, which was thrust into the sword energy. The bursting waves of air spanned a hundred feet away. At this moment, his strong body, nine feet away, seemed to have a bigger circle. When he opened his hand, he felt a dark tide, and the sound of a tsunami was surging, and it was overwhelming.

In the center of the two of them, Yu Ci turned around neatly and avoided ten feet away, and the rushing thrust in the middle of the battle circle came straight towards him. The sprinkler pot on the ground was blown away directly outside the cliff. Yu Ci knew that this place was unavailable!

"Senior Brother Li, I'll go to Senior Sister Meng to wait for you."

"Go and go, I'll deal with Lao Hong..."

Hong Qianqiu could not let him continue. A fierce attack forced his second half of his words back into his stomach. Li You was so angry that he launched his sword force against him, and half of the mountain peaks illuminated his sword light.

Yu Ci smiled silently, no longer cared about these two people, and went down the peak by himself. When he got down the peak, the night sky suddenly lit up. When he looked back, the two people had already flew into the air, swaying and striking under the bright moon, and enjoying themselves.

Under the setting sunset, Yu Ci walked alone. Suddenly he heard a call:

"The one in front is Yu Ci!"

“That’s right.”

"I heard you said you were going to sacrifice sword cards for several faces. Today I will compete with you to win the cards!"

Yu Ci stopped and looked back. Since he won the card from Tianfeng that day, Yu Ci's life suddenly became busy. Especially after the news of a "sacrificial sword card" in his hand spread, he came to the door, and there were endless empirical fellows who wanted to win the card by sword.

These monks are men and women, old and young. The only thing in common is that they all use swords, fight in close combat, or fly swords to cut the sky, and each of them has outstanding achievements.

This is exactly the rule of the Empirical Department: those who want to participate in the Sword Garden event must have a cultivation level above the level of the God-Tong Shen, below the Buxu Realm, and have a certain level of practice for many years. In addition, you must have at least one sword sacrificial plaque in your hand, and the total number of plaques issued is ten. And the Empirical Department has more than two hundred monks who meet this condition!

The fierce competition can be seen.

According to the rules, if someone challenges him, if there is no sufficient reason, he will not be allowed to refuse. Yu Ci did not think about refusing. Just as he was about to agree, someone begged him: "Hey, brother, it's not enough to bully the small, so you still have to fight the wheel? When did our empirical department not be so good?"

"What do you mean!"

When the passerby saw that the challenger was indeed inexplicable, he laughed: "Junior brother, you are ignorant. Have you not heard of it? The day before yesterday, Senior Brother Zhang Yan had already issued a letter of war to Junior Brother Yu, and he wanted to use the sacrificial sword pledge to make a bet match. The winner is determined by the sword. Calculate the time, which is tonight!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Yan? I'm gambled Zhang?"

The reckless challenger was a little dazed: "No, wouldn't that betray the small ones?"

It is no wonder that the challenger was surprised. You should know that in the Empirical Department, although Senior Brother Zhang Yan is not as dazzling as Zhou Yu, Li Hong, Wang Jiu and Hong Qianqiu, he is not as talented as Li You who is behind. He is even a gambling problem, so that his cultivation has been stagnant for many years. But no matter what, that person is still the decisive and upright Huandan monk, and is a well-deserved senior brother and elder. How could he look for Yu Ci, an outdoor disciple, to compete with his sword technique regardless of his face?

You should know that there are about 40 Chinese monks in the Empirical Department, and only fifteen of them practice swords. Among these fifteen people, there are three generations of disciples like Yu Zhou, who usually don’t join in the fun. Those who really intend to go to the sword garden are only a few four generations of disciples, with only five. Among the ten-sided sword plaques, there must be five specially prepared for them, and Zhang Yan is one of them.

In this way, this person should be free from desires and no desires, but he is serious with an outdoor disciple. Is it very handsome?

"So, Junior Brother Yu is just when he wants to accumulate energy. Why are you joining in the fun?"

The reckless challenger was indeed well-behaved and could only leave in shame. Yu Ci smiled slightly and thanked the senior brother who stood up for him. However, the senior brother grinned and patted his shoulder: "I have long been disliked by the bad gambling. I will suppress a pound of black iron on your body. I will be a gamble of gamblers. Junior brother needs help!"

Yu Ci was speechless.

In fact, he didn't even know why the younger brother Zhang Yan, who was not very famous, would pick him. However, the Sword Garden grand event was about to come, and Yu Ci didn't seem to miss this opportunity no matter what.

That night, Li You and Hong Qianqiu were busy fighting and only told half of one thing. However, Yu Ci turned around and asked Meng Wei, and finally figured out the whole story.

In its original sense, the so-called "Sword Garden" meeting should be a special day when entering the sword garden, the place where the predecessors buried their bones, sacrifices and sweeping to show respect. However, after the long evolution of tens of thousands of years, its meaning has changed drastically, becoming a grand event for sword cultivators of various sects, or a larger scope, that is, all sword cultivators seeking opportunities.

In the sword garden, not only are there immortal molts of the bones of seniors buried, but there are also hundreds of sword scriptures with different styles and high-quality quality that have long become ownerless objects. Moreover, in the legend, in that gloomy cemetery, there are still the thoughts left by those great masters who have transformed into immortal elves and wandered around. Once touched, there will be hundreds of years of sword enlightenment accumulated to oneself, which can save a hundred years of cultivation.

Such a temptation, as long as you are determined to practice kendo, who can refuse?

Even Yu Ci, who doesn't value external things very much, yearns for them very much.

Meng Wei's summary is very precise: it depends on his status in the sect, recognized by his elders, and his good or bad behavior. He can see it at the Xiaohan Organic Conference; but he must confirm his cultivation, test his will, and test his level of self-test. At this stage, he must not be a Sword Garden event.

How could Yu Ci miss such a wonderful scene?
Chapter completed!