I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Depend on!"

The bard fled in fright again, into yet another corner.

"Peng!"

A falling rock fell from the sky and almost killed him, but was caught by a hand as gentle as jade that came out of nowhere.

"Be careful."

This warm and magnetic sound is heart-wrenching.

The bard raised his eyes and caught a glimpse in surprise. At some point in front of him, there was a man wearing a jade crown and a white robe dressed as a rich scholar. He looked about twenty-seven or eight years old.

The man has a white and clear face, the sky is full, the eyes are as bright as stars, the nose is straight and straight, the lips are like jade, plump and handsome, and his temperament is refined.

"More, more life-saving grace."

The bard was stunned. Such a handsome man must have a lot of history.

There was nothing he could do in return, he could only take out a dirty apple from his pocket and hand it over.

"Eat, eat?"

"What is this?" The scholar looked at it with a smile on his eyes.

"Apple, an apple, something that is only found in the mundane world, it is light and easy to eat in the spirit world..." the bard stuttered.

The scholar glanced at the black stain on the apple without leaving a trace, declined with a smile, looked towards the long street, and said with a hint: "What you said is extraordinary, how did you end up in such a mess?"

"Oh my god!" the bard pulled the vegetable leaves above his head, and was so moved that he wept bitterly, "Is someone finally understanding me? Are you willing to believe that what I said is true?"

"En." The scholar nodded slightly.

The bard cried out again, hugging the scholar's thigh, wiping his nose while waking up and complaining, pouring out the bitter water as if he couldn't vomit it all:

"I am miserable!

"After so many years, I finally met a bosom friend. The profession of 'poet' is really not humanly capable.

"Anyway, I was also the old man who created the ballad of 'Ten Zunzao' back then, and I was at the same world-renowned level as the spiritual masters of that era.

"I didn't expect that the times have changed, I can't even earn money, and I want to eat my own food...

The bard picked up the apple, took a clean vegetable leaf between them, took a bite viciously, and said sadly, "We still have to rely on this method!"

Scholar: "..."

With great difficulty, he pulled his legs out of the bosom of the down-and-out poet, ignoring the weird liquid on his clothes, and said with a frown, "You wrote the ballad 'Ten Zunzuo'?"

"It's me!" The bard raised his head, patted his chest, and his eyes became brighter, "How about it, are you catchy?"

"It's quite Lang Lang..." The scholar hesitated for a while, and then asked, "But is the order wrong? For example, why isn't the first place in the last place, and why is the second place not in the same order as the penultimate?"

"Ah this?" The bard was startled, panic flashed across his face.

For so many years, he has indeed been beaten by many people because of the order of the "Ten Zunzuo" ballads.

For example, "Kilei Han, the eight masters, the gods and ghosts can't predict the sky", in the Sword God Heaven of the Eastern Region, too many people think that the "eight masters" should be at the top.

But there is no way to change it!

I thought that I met a bosom friend now, and I could talk about some past romances, but I never thought that this guy who is dressed as a scholar and looks good at talking is also entangled in the order and position of the ten seats.

"What's wrong with that?"

The bard forced himself to stretch his head, trying not to let his momentum weaken, and argued: "Besides, there is really no way to change it. Once the position is changed, I can't make it up anymore!"

The scholar was choked for a moment.

"Limited ability, hehe, forgive me..." The bard saw that the wealthy scholar had no urge to hit anyone, laughed at himself, and gnawed on the apple again.

"The benefactor probably found me because he had a question to ask?" He quickly raised his eyes again, because he didn't believe that someone would save himself, a dirty person, for no reason.

"En." The scholar nodded.

"Know everything without saying it, and talk about everything." The bard stated his position.

The scholar smiled and pointed to the long street,

Said: "What you said there is very insightful. I want to ask you, do you still know the whereabouts of the fifth gate of the Sky City, the 'Kirin Gate', also known as the 'Void Gate'?"

"Uh." The bard's expression froze this time, "I don't know..."

"I really don't know, I still can't say it, dare not say it?" The scholar didn't give up, and asked curiously.

His sincere expression really made it impossible to lie. The bard gritted his teeth and responded seriously:

"Don't hide it from your benefactor, if you want me to know, even if it is on Guizhe Holy Mountain, I will point it out to you, because I am not afraid of death...

"But now, I really don't know, I'm just a bard who can only talk, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today..."

He looked helpless, his eyes filled with vicissitudes after being tortured by life.

The scholar frowned slightly, his face was so delicate that he looked good, and then said: "Then do you know other ways to enter the Void Island besides these five doors?"

Void Island... The bard chewed on the word, looked at the person in front of him in surprise, and said to himself that you have an extraordinary background.

But he showed no abnormality, and replied seriously: "Yes, as long as the benefactor finds the Void Token, he can enter the Sky City!"

The scholar was helpless: "I just don't have the void order..."

"Then there is another way!" The bard racked his brains to give his benefactor a reward, and said: "In this world, there is a sixth door, which allows the benefactor to enter the city of the sky without any effort, even offering sacrifices." There's no need for rituals."

"Oh? What is it?" The scholar was quite interested.

"The gate of time and space!"

After the bard finished speaking heavily, he sighed again:

"But the benefactor should not be found. The 'Gate of Time and Space' has the ability to travel through all time and space. If there is no accident, it should be dusty at this time in the forbidden area of ​​the 'Negative Gate Clan' in the Central Territory.

"I have a whole body of insights, but I don't have the slightest practical ability. I can help my benefactor. I'm really sorry."

After listening, the scholar fell into deep thought.

"Your words awakened some of my memories...

"The Gate of Time and Space should not belong to the Negative Gate Clan anymore..."

he murmured.

After a long time, he lowered his head again, took off a small ornament with a black thread on his neck, handed it over and asked, "Do you know this thing?"

The bard took the trinket and found that it was a small wooden wither the size of two thumbnails, and the workmanship was extremely rough.

Gate shape.

The words "time and space" are engraved with crooked characters on it.

"..."

Seeing this, the alley suddenly fell into dead silence.

After a long time, the bard held the wooden imitation and looked up at the scholar, wanting to see if he was joking.

However, he found that the scholar looked back at him with extremely serious eyes full of thirst for knowledge, and the expression on his face was full of genuine curiosity.

what does it mean!

Seeing this, the bard went crazy, his expression became unnatural, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "If my knowledge didn't appear...um, if it was disordered, it...shouldn't be the 'Gate of Time and Space'? It's something like A talisman-like... counterfeit?"

The hope on the scholar's face suddenly turned into disappointment.

The bard was shocked.

What kind of rare creature is this?

Has he not been influenced by the darkness of the world since he grew up so big?

How can you be so naive?

Dare to hand over a piece of wood just by touching it, and still be so serious... What kind of ridiculous answer do you expect from me!

Seeing the book business withdrawing the door-shaped wood witheringly, the bard suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"correct."

He seemed to have thought of something, and no longer entangled in the matter just now, he bit the apple core into pieces and swallowed it, solemnly said:

"I haven't asked the benefactor's name yet. I can't help you with other things, but if the benefactor wants to gain some fame, I can help you make up a poem or something later and spread it."

"Like the 'Dog Baby Poem'?" the scholar said with a smile while fastening back his own pendant.

"Ugh!" The bard froze, and scratched his head in disbelief, "That's just the tip of the iceberg of my strength!"

"No need." The scholar waved his hand to refuse, and was about to leave.

"The benefactor can't let me not even have a name to repay the favor?" The bard shouted at his back.

This made the scholar pause in his footsteps.

But he didn't turn his head, and said in a normal tone: "If you want to repay it, you can repay it, but you can repay it from your heart. I don't seek worldly fame... Besides, my name is Kong Yuhen."

Spare hate?

The bard held the vegetable leaf in his mouth, thinking that this is really an incomparable name for a middle school student.

But when he changed his mind, a good sentence appeared, which was completely different from the usual need for contemplation.

Articles are made naturally, and they can be obtained by chance.

The bard didn't care either. He would have this kind of evangelism from time to time, and immediately shook his head and chanted:

"What do you think of this sentence, my benefactor? It will definitely help you spread your reputation...

"Yuezui~drinking~free...uh!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The bard seemed to have thought of something, Tong Kong shrank, and his calves began to tremble.

When I looked up again, the man in front of me who was rich and handsome, dressed as a scholar, had disappeared at some point.

Staring at the corner of the alley, then sweeping towards the entrance of the alley, then looking up at the sky, and finally looking at the ground...

The bard pursed his lips and stared at his old eyes with disbelief.

"Empty hate?"

"Is he that Kong Yuhen?"

...

A land of clouds and mist.

In my original impression, it should be a fairyland.

It can be seen that the ruined tall stone monuments, the wall panels of ancient buildings full of vicissitudes of time, and the roads full of moss that no one has stepped on...

Gu Qingyi, the swordsman, fell into deep thought.

He froze in place for a quarter of an hour.

However, what is entrenched in my mind is still the question that arose when I first arrived here.

"What the hell is this place?"

Ever since the ancient door was pushed open by the deep sea, everything has changed.

After Gu Qingyi was dragged into the ancient gate, he seemed to have entered another world.

It's not that he doesn't want to go, but it's a little difficult, and his mind is a little confused, so he has to stop and think about some things.

The gravity here is at least a hundred times that of the Holy God Continent, and the swordsman's weak body makes it difficult to move.

The enchantment of the deep sea forbidden law is gone, which means that this place should not be in the deep sea, and Gu Qingyi can use the little bit of spiritual energy in the sea of ​​Qi.

But these made him even more puzzled.

"Is that a portal?

"What should I do now?

"Second Junior Brother is still waiting for me on Guyin Cliff, he won't be tired of waiting and scolding me, right? The communicator is no longer working, and Master seems to be unable to contact...

"What the hell is this place!"

The feeling of loneliness pervades the mottled streets of the ancient city.

Gu Qing felt faintly familiar with this feeling.

He was shocked at last.

Because when I was in the Eastern Heavenly King City, whenever I raised my eyes to look at the city in the sky that covered the sky, I also had this strange feeling.

"Could it be that this is the city in the sky?

"Void Island? Outer Island?"

A look of shock flashed across Gu Qing's face.

He couldn't imagine that the door in the deepest place in the deep sea would be connected to the void island in the highest part of the sky.

These two, two extremes, never seem to be able to intersect.

But now it seems...

Ridiculous, isn't it a true portrayal of all the people and things that happened in the East Heavenly King City after the Sky City appeared?

"I have to move..."

Lifting his steps heavily, Gu Qingyi did not immediately run to the distance, but struggled to come to the stone tablet of Mohu more than ten steps away.

He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe off the moss and dust on the stele, but felt that it might be dangerous.

"Clang!"

The evil sword Yue Lian was pulled out slightly, the blade was only a finger away from the scabbard, and the sound of cutting "chi chi chi chi" sounded in the void.

Then the sword returned to its sheath, and the dust and moss on the stele rolled down, revealing its true face.

"Void Island!"

Those three characters completely shattered Gu Qingyi's last hope.

He was a little happy, but also a little anxious.

The joy is the city in the sky, everyone yearns for it, and I will be able to find more opportunities if I get there first.

What I worry about is that I came in this ghost place, but on the premise that there is no way to go home, even if I get more opportunities, what should I do if the opportunities die with me on the void island?

Gu Qing, who was walking hard, crossed the stone tablet of the void island while thinking.

Not long after, he stopped, because he saw that there were many fine scratches scrawled on the back of the stone tablet that he had ascended to.

Taking a closer look, it is densely packed with many... names?

Once Gu Qing didn't know something, he ignored it.

But with such a glance, besides those he didn't know, he could still see many story characters that only appeared in ancient times.

"Hua Weiyang, Cheng Xue, Xiao Hei, Feng Wuhen...

"God! What does this mean? These Kendo seniors have all been here?"

Gu Qing looked shocked.

If you are an outsider, you may not know these names.

But he is the next generation successor of Burial Sword Tomb, he not only has knowledge of kendo, he also understands the history of kendo.

It is rumored that Gulouying, the sword god of the Eastern Region, has nine sword masters under his seat.

Among them, the great sword sage Hua Weiyang has extremely high attainments in phantom swordsmanship, and even innovates, almost surpassing the sword god.

And the rest of them...

The city is snowy, the city is snowy, and the city is famous for snow.

This was also one of the nine great sword masters at that time. After being killed by mistake by his close friend, he took the sword as a monument and became the famous sword "Tomb Famous City Snow" in later generations.

His best friend is called "Xiao Hei", who walks in the way of killing and has been in a state of madness all year round. He is also the first sword-bearer with four swords.

As for this "wind without trace"...

In the history of kendo, he is the only transcendent swordsman who competed with the sword god Gulouying for the title of "Sword God", and lost in the end, but also gained the reputation of "Excalibur Feng Wuhen".

"Feng Tingchen", one of the current Seven Sword Immortals, should be the direct lineage of "Excalibur Feng Wuhen", if nothing else...

When Gu Qing thought of this, he was completely stunned.

He used to listen to these kendo histories as novels.

But looking at the monument in front of him now, it is possible that those characters and history in the past really existed and were all real?