Chapter 76 The King of Swords [Third update, please vote for me! 】
At the foot of Zangling Mountain, Li Chunsong and others looked up and saw Chu Huaixu walking swiftly there.
"The spiritual pressure on the mountain seems to have little effect on him." Nangong Yue smiled and said in her Wu Nong's soft voice.
"Normal, this is the foothill area, and that level of slight discomfort is nothing to him." Li Chunsong said.
Hence Nangong Yue, she turned to look at him and asked, "Sixth Brother seems to be particularly interested in him. Is it because you brought him and Shuangjiang up the mountain, or because he helped you win a bet?"
She was joking.
Unexpectedly, this charity gambling king is also magnanimous.
"I brought them up the mountain according to the instructions of my junior uncle, which must be one of the reasons. Of course, the main reason is because he helped me win once. I admire this guy very much!" , You must lose in every bet. "
"The last time I won, it was...\n. Many, many years ago."
At this point, Li Chunsong looked at Nangong Yue and suddenly smiled.
Nangong Yue looked at the smile on his face and couldn't help but think of that afternoon many years ago.
She saw Li Chunsong smiling, but felt inexplicably sad in her heart, thinking of the person who was no longer alive.
In the end, it was the gambling dog who patted Nangong Yue's shoulder gently with a comforting expression.
Once upon a time, this group of people were all true disciples of the Taoist sect.
In the Taoist sect, there are many inner sect disciples, but there are only thirty-three true disciples.
The sect master plus ten elders can accept 3 disciples each. This is the true biography of the Taoist sect.
It's just that practicing is an act against heaven. In addition, the Xuanhuang world is turbulent and evil spirits bring harm to the world, which will always bring death and injury.
There were thirty-three true disciples back then, but now only half are left.
Li Chunsong is a guy who always loses when he bets. The last time he won a bet was twenty years ago.
It was a very lively afternoon. All the true disciples of the Taoist sect gathered outside the main hall of Daofeng. Many teachers were alerted and ran to watch the excitement.
That year, Junior Master Uncle was still a rebellious middle-aged swordsman, and even he came here specially, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth,
Sitting on the old tree outside the main hall, holding the sword in both hands, looking down at the crowd.
All the excitement is just because of a gambling game.
「六师兄，我知道你喜欢我，我们一起扔骰子，不可运转灵力，不可出千作弊，我们只比大小，纯看运气，诸位同门与师长皆为见证！如若你的点数比我大，那我就同意你！」
真传弟子中排行第十一的女子，仰着自己的头，看着灵动娇俏。
After hearing this, Li Chunsong was so excited that he wanted to shout to the sky and began to rub his hands frantically.
He has liked Junior Sister Eleven for a long, long time, so long that he may have forgotten how many years it was.
·Taomen, it seems that there has never been that noble atmosphere. Whether it is the true disciples or the teachers, they all started to make noises.
Even the little uncle sitting in the tree opened his eyes wide, spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth with a sigh, and watched carefully.
According to the rules of the sect, if you set up a gambling bureau privately, you have to pay a fine of taels of silver. This money is still borne by the junior uncle.
Li Chunsong is a fool. Under the pushing and rubbing of his fellow apprentices, he was pushed all the way to the front of the crowd.
He rubbed his hands frantically like a fly, and kept breathing into his palms.
It’s a pity, how can a person be like this? With everyone’s witness and encouragement, he rolled the dice and rolled a 2!
Li Chunsong sat slumped on the stone bench, half of his soul lost.
And Junior Sister Eleven threw the dice into the air, and when it landed it was six!
This kind of luck is terrifying.
Unexpectedly, in front of everyone, she openly used her spiritual power and turned the dice into 1 with a flick of her finger.
She committed a foul, and the foul was blatant!
Is it just luck?
But that day, everyone, including the junior uncle, said that Li Chunsong had won.
Daomen Lao Liu will lose every bet in his life. The only time he won twenty years ago was when the other party made an honest offer, which the woman deliberately let go.
Li Chunsong will never forget that day.
The woman's beautiful eyes were lively, the corners of her mouth were upturned, she bent towards him and cupped her hands, and said with a smile:
"Sixth senior brother is awesome, junior sister is willing to admit defeat!"
Twenty years ago, it was a cloudy day.
After the gambling game ended, it rained heavily.
Li Chunsong raised his head and looked at the sky.
In his memory, the sun was bright and cloudless that day.
At this moment, Han Shuangjiang stood aside. She didn't know why the ninth elder suddenly felt sad, but the sixth elder was smiling.
The time for a stove of incense is almost over.
She should go up the mountain soon.
Before she officially climbed the mountain, she heard two elders discussing there.
"Why is this boy Chu Huaixu walking so slowly? He keeps walking and stopping. When Yixiang passes by, he hasn't even reached the area where the spiritual weapon is." Li Chunsong frowned.
There are a total of 3333 stone steps at the foot of Zangling Mountain. Starting from the 1111th step, spiritual weapons are placed on both sides for people to choose from.
If the disciples who go up the mountain cannot hold up under the pressure of spiritual pressure, they will have no choice but to return empty-handed.
But soon, Li Chunsong seemed to have thought of something.
He winked at Han Shuangjiang beside him and kept snorting in his mouth.
"Is this guy waiting for you on purpose? Huh?" He started to make random mistakes again.
And for some reason, he was particularly interested in this aspect today.
Even Nangong Yue looked at Han Shuangjiang with a smile after hearing this, as if she had returned to that afternoon again.
The coldness on Big Ice Cube's face immediately dissipated completely. In the eyes of the elders, he couldn't help but lower his head slightly and his face turned red.
"I, how do I know why he walks so slowly!" She said in her heart.
She never understood what this dead fox was thinking about all day long.
In the end, Nangong Yue suppressed her smile and signaled: "Okay, frost has fallen, you can go climbing."
"Yes." Han Shuangjiang accepted the order and walked up the stone steps.
When she reached the first stone step, she paused for a moment.
She experienced what spiritual pressure was.
The pressure on the physical level is secondary, mainly coming from the spiritual level, which brings pressure to the sea of consciousness.
But fortunately, this discomfort was very mild to her.
The surface of the big ice block did not change color and began to move upward quickly.
"Maybe if I walk faster, I can really catch him?" she thought to herself.
When Li Chunsong saw Han Shuangjiang starting to climb the mountain, he immediately started rubbing his hands.
"Ninth Junior Sister, let's go, let's go! Let's go to the main hall quickly!"
Nangong Yue was helpless, knowing that this sixth senior brother was probably going to take another gamble.
The two of them flew through the air and began to fly to the main hall of Daofeng.
Sect leader Xiang Yan and others were already waiting for them in the main hall early.
On the other side, Chu Huaixu has reached more than nine hundred levels.
"I remember a previous post saying that every 111 steps on the stone steps of Zangling Mountain, the spiritual pressure will increase."
Therefore, he stopped and walked along the way to feel it carefully.
Hour of incense has passed, and I haven't even reached the place where the spiritual weapon is.
"It's really strange, why don't I feel anything at all?" Chu Huaixu was puzzled.
He didn't even feel the slightest discomfort.
Even...he felt refreshed standing on this mountain!
"It's very comfortable, there is an indescribable comfort."
"It's like staying in a polluted city for a long time and suddenly going to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters."
< br/> "It's not as if the air is all sweet, but I feel relaxed and happy!"
Chu Huaixu is very clear that spiritual pressure will bring oppression to both the physical body and the sea of consciousness, and the sense of oppression is mainly concentrated in the latter.
The disciples of Shangzangling Mountain are all at the first level of cultivation. With the strength of his body, I dare not say that he is unprecedented, but he is definitely a follower.
He will not feel any discomfort on the physical level, this is inevitable.
So, he began to calm down and observe his sea of consciousness.
The little black sword in Zhihai Nei still looks sad.
As his cultivation continued to improve, the condition of this small black sword also improved, but it was still lifeless and the changes were very subtle.
“But he seems to be more energetic than before?” Chu Huaixu thought to himself.
He and the black sword are connected, and he can notice even the smallest changes.
"[The sword cuts the flesh, the heart cuts the soul]."
"Perhaps it is also because of it that these spiritual pressures directed at the sea of consciousness will not pose the slightest threat to me." He had some vague answers in his heart.
"After all, its status is actually very high, and it already has [Sword Heart Tongming] by its side."
With this thought, he no longer studied it in detail, and he didn't plan to stop and go.
Chu Huaixu quickened his pace and headed towards the mountain at an extremely fast speed.
In any case, he had no intention of taking a look at the spiritual weapons at the foot of the mountain.
"Big Ice Cube should have started climbing, right?"
"Hmph! I have to walk faster!"
"Big Ice Cube, just follow me and eat your shit!"
Chu Huaixu smiled cheerfully and started running towards the mountain.
The wind blew his black robe, making a hunting sound.
The more he ran, the better his condition became. It seemed that the stronger the spiritual pressure, the more excited he became.
Soon, Chu Huaixu ran up the 1111 stone steps in one breath.
From here, all the way up, there will be spiritual weapons placed in a haphazard manner beside the stone steps.
According to his original idea, he would just sprint all the way up the mountainside area.
He has no intention of acquiring the spiritual weapon placed here and is too lazy to waste time.
But his footsteps still stopped.
Chu Huaixu stood on the 1111th stone step and looked up into the distance.
Zangling Mountain has thick fog all year round. You can only see clearly a dozen meters in front of you, and it becomes increasingly hazy as you go up.
At this moment, he was a little absent-minded.
Because there was a sword beside the steps in front of him.
This sword is nothing special, it looks just like the mortal Qingfeng sword.
A few sections further up, there is another sword, a short sword.
In the thick fog that he could vaguely see clearly, there seemed to be a looming outline of the sword.
These swords are all trembling!
Chhu Huaixu's five senses have now been strengthened, and his hearing is far beyond the ordinary first level.
He listened carefully, and there were trembling sounds coming from the thick fog that could not be seen above. There were a lot of them!
The reason is just because the little black sword in the sea of consciousness shook slightly.
Just like that, it caused all the spiritual swords in the entire area to tremble! And he kept trembling and didn't stop.
It is like a king sitting high on the throne of swords.
Even though it is listless and sick, as long as it glances lazily down below, those kneeling down can't help but become afraid.
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