I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"I have a passive skill"

Heavy snow, cold wind, one old, two young.

Young man, although you have a mortal body, you have an amazing spirit. You are a good young man who practiced ancient swordsmanship. Do you have the idea of ​​​​cultivating swords?

Who are you?

It doesn't matter who the old man is, what matters is, are you eager to learn swordsmanship?

You want to take me as an apprentice?

right.

I have the idea of ​​learning swords, but I don't want to take you as my teacher, nor will I take anyone as my teacher.

oh? Why?

Do you have to learn from a master to learn swordsmanship? If everyone wants to learn from a master, then who is the master of the ancestors of the master?

Hmm... Do?

Let’s count it as ‘Tao, let’s say it! Since the first person to hold a sword can learn from Taoism, why can't I be him? Or are you more powerful than Dao?

you! You're such a good kid, who taught you the truth? Who is your teacher? I said it... Oh, forget it, let’s not talk about it, can’t I learn it without a teacher? My kendo, I can walk by myself!

you……

I read poetry and books, and I have seen all over the world. The way of swordsmanship is the same, and so is the law... You don't need to persuade him too much. If you want to take an apprentice, just ask him, he is also very powerful.

Well... Wow, this young man, you are not only extraordinary in spirit, but also amazing in sword body. Do you have the idea of ​​learning sword?

Heh, you really are the second person to notice me again, I'm so fed up with this kind of life, old man, you look like a liar.

No, old age is not...

Are you from Meiji?

you know?

Like, my kendo, I can walk by myself.

With a flash of thought, Mei Jiren came out of the memory of encountering Ba Zunfan and Wen Ting under the snow that day, and couldn't help but laugh.

When he looks at Situ Yong now, it's like seeing himself back then.

Similarly, he was crushed from the level of thinking, and after a few words, he was severely beaten.

But there is another fundamental difference from Situ Yongren...

At that time, Mei Jiren certainly felt that Xiaoba Xiaowen and Xiaowen were high-spirited young people, and they might be able to succeed in the future.

But more people still feel that they are arrogant, frivolous, and have a hard time coming. Situ Yong is different.

From the perspective of a latecomer, he has already seen the outstanding achievements of the Eight Masters. So maybe there should be a new interpretation of the so-called arrogance and frivolity... Maybe it is self-confidence, maybe it is something else.

But no matter what, the eight masters just lived normally, and they crushed other geniuses. Mei already knows what this blow feels like.

He looked at the disheartened young man in front of him, who seemed to have lost his goal, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and touched the eight gods with a paper fan.

Put it another way.

Bazun Fan turned his head, puzzled in his eyes.

In his world, it is impossible to stand up and understand why there is, and there will be another way of saying this.

Young people are inherently untalented, if they can't bear even this little blow, what chance do they have for a local chicken to become a phoenix?

Mei Siren rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh.

As a teacher, the most detestable behavior of attacking young people.

But it was not until later that he could understand that the Ba Zun was familiar with such monstrous thinking. Now it seems that there is really no way to make people change their minds.

After thinking about it, Bazun couldn't open his mouth, so he could say:

Situ Yong is a man, right?

In fact, if you think about it from another angle, you can feel relieved.

Ba Zun knew not to attack you, just like he didn't want your master to attack Xu Xiaoshou so early, this is the invisible rule of the game.

The corner of Ba Zun's lips twitched, and he almost let out a cry, but he held back.

Can this kind of statement really make the young man feel better?

In this life, he only practiced swords, and he didn't bother to explain many things.

The world distorted or not, misunderstood

Whether it is or not, the eight masters don't care.

Unless those people could walk in front of him and confront him face to face, he might say something more. But there are too many people left behind!

These people, the distance will only be further and further away, and it is difficult to even backstab, so how can they get ahead? Obviously, Mei Jiren's words, as Ba Zun expected, did not make Situ Yongren feel much better.

I, at the same level as Xu Xiaoshou, to compare with him?

Am I worthy?

Thinking that Xu Xiaoshou could make waves in the jihad situation and possess thousands of lights. As soon as he entered the arena, even the semi-holy shell was cut off, and he almost lost his life.

Situ Yong fell into despair for a while.

let's go. Ba Zun was ready to leave, he didn't have time to waste with a passerby. Wait... Well, you take a step first, and the old man will follow after. Mei Jiren wanted to stop for a while, but thought that Bazun could not fly, so it would be fine to let him take a few steps first.

ASAP. Bazun went away without looking back, without even asking why, as if the people around him were empty.

Watching the back of the red plum blossoms in the cold winter, full of pride, leave, Mei Jiren looked away and looked at Situ Yongren who was devastated.

Don't belittle yourself, kid, you're already great!

Am I good?

I can't even hold a sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hands, and Xu Xiaoshou is younger than me, but he can already fight Rao Sword Master and Yan Lao...

Situ Yongren was not only unhappy, but his face was even more disheartened.

Mei Jiren sighed, looking at Situ Yongren's figure, as if he saw himself when he was young, and sighed for a long time:

Child, is Wen Ting weak, is Gou Wuyue weak?

No, they are not weak, but because the people of the world compare them with the Eight Masters, they seem to be overshadowed.

Mei Jiren's eyes became complicated, and as he spoke, it was more like he was enlightening his past self: "Similarly, you are not weak, or you are already very strong among your peers." May I ask, in the Holy Spirit Continent, who dares to easily participate in the jihad situation?

There are so many Zhan Dao and Tai Xu on Void Island, do they dare to play?

They dare not! But at least, you tried once.

You are not weak, but this time standing opposite you is Xu Xiaoshou, the Eight Masters of this era...

Mei Ji paused for a moment, her eyes slightly absent-minded:

There are always some people who are beyond the times.

Is this consolation?

Situ Yongren finally raised his head, but his face turned even paler, thinking that you might as well not say anything. But he could hear the kindness of the Meisi people.

Situ Yong had always heard of the name Mr. Jiren, but he didn't pay attention. In the Temple of Sin, they even became enemies to each other.

But now, instead of killing himself, this gentleman can actually let go of his differences and open his mouth to persuade...

No matter what, Situ Yongren felt a little warm in his heart.

He finally understood why Sword Saint Rao was unwilling to take action against the old gentleman even though he had a different stand, but chose to let him go directly, and then he alone would bear the consequences.

However, Sword Master Fan Rao made a sword attack on Mei Jiren at that time, even if it was a gesture, she might not be punished in the future.

But, there are always some people who are so sincere that people feel that even pretending to be hostile is a kind of blasphemy.

It's not like the eight masters!

Situ Yongren glared viciously at someone in the distance.

Mr. Siren...

He opened his mouth, saw the nostalgic look on the face of the old sword master, and asked: Have you ever had similar troubles?

certainly.

Facing the rain, Mei Jiren looked up at the sky, saw the few glimmers of light on the dark sky, and laughed uncontrollably:

The old man understands you because the old man used to be you, the light chaser. In the old age, that light was called Yutu.

Pattack!

Under the heavy rain, outside the ruins of the Temple of Sin, on the outskirts of the kingdom of giants.

torn together

At the end of the chasm of the earth, filled with gray and black gradient rainwater, there is a sudden fluctuation of the sky, outlining a figure.

This is a middle-aged man, with a white robe like a fairy, with dragon and phoenix patterns, a green robe inside, embroidered with clouds, a jade crown on his head, a gold bead on his waist and Sinan in his hand, leading the way.

His appearance is extremely upright, the sky is like Cheng Taiyu, full of Fang Ze, his eyebrows and eyes are like stars, and the depth is gradually deepening.

The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners. Between looking and looking, it looks like a saint's eyes are downcast, full of compassion for the world.

Alas, I didn't expect that one day, I would be reduced to moving stones on the desolate land of the empty island. What is this?

The feeling of losing chess, even though I had expected it long ago, is really not good...

Dao Qiongcang bent down, put the Zhenxu Monument back to its original position, and washed his hands in the rainwater of Xu Xiaoshou's punch that made his face colorless and plowed open.

Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

The torrential rain was like a sudden, dripping down.

But it passed through him, as if he didn't belong to this world, just like that invisible secret.

Veteran, I have collected all the battle data!

On Dao Qiongcang's shoulder, Tianji Dao was suddenly outlined, and a Tianji elf the size of a normal human head jumped out.

Although the Tianji spirit is small, it has all internal organs.

Its limbs are short and fleshy, with two pairs of translucent cyan wings on its back, pointed and long ears, eyes as big as emeralds, pink cheeks, small and cute. Old way, old way, don't be sad!

It's not your fault, if you want to blame it, you can blame Old Man Yan and Brother No. 2 for not being able to reuse them, and falling for the enemy's tricks, hum!

The voice of the Tianji Spirit was crisp and crisp, and Baba grabbed Dao Qiongcang's ear to comfort him aggrieved.

Xiao Qi, I'm not sad, I just feel a little pity...

Sophisticated, why do you feel sorry for it?

After all, I was the one who sent Mr. Yan here. It can be said that I made it possible for him to get to where he is today...

Sophisticated, sophisticated, you think too much, it's because he underestimated the enemy, it's his own fault! different...

Dao Qiongcang shook his head, pulled away No. 7, whose ears were turning red, and threw it into the distance angrily.

Oops!

Tianji Fairy fell into the air several times before he stabilized his small body. He put his hands on his hips angrily and said: "Old and old, my baby advises you not to throw me away, or I will run away from home!" go now. Dao Qiongcang looked at it amusedly.

If this baby is gone, there will be no one to help you analyze the battle situation, and you will have to worry about it yourself! The threat of the childish voice of the Tianji elf.

Now that you're gone, I still have numbers 8, 9, 10 and a lot of good numbers...

Damn it, you're going to piss off this baby!

Tianji Genie No. 7 stomped viciously at the air a few times, deciding to forget about the 925th failed duel and choose another day to fight again.

Sophisticated, you just said that you've made it happen with one hand, so you are also the holy slave's hole card? The Tianji Elf rolled its big eyes, and launched the 926th attack cunningly, choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun.

Say what you want, it looks like that anyway, and someone will say that later, I've got my apology in mind.

Well……

The Heavenly Secret Elf didn't expect the old Taoist to agree, he was at a loss for words for a while, and asked suspiciously: Why?

When Mr. Yan took over the task and set off, he didn't even need to think about it. Seeing his contempt for the Ba Zun, I guessed his ending.

ah? Then why don't you remind me?

Are reminders useful? The stability of the Temple of the Holy Spirit for so many years has already made some people forget the pain they once had... Mere reminders are useless, and they must be stimulated by external forces to cause them pain before they wake up from their comfort.

You are not ready? This is not your character, old man!

Yes, I have sent No. 2, but you think, even No. 2 has learned to despise the enemy. If the root cause of this disease is not found out in time, Holy Spirit

How big is the crisis after the palace? um, um, um...

The Tianji Spirit covered his head and closed his eyes tightly. After hovering in the air for a few weeks, he became a little dizzy, but he still couldn't deduce it.

It stuck out its tongue and said in distress: "Xiao Qi is so useless, Xiao Qi can't think anymore!" You are not number two... Dao Qiongcang took it over with a smile, and curled up its head. He had already guessed that he would lose this round!

Under his rule, the smooth development of the Holy Spirit Hall for so many years made some people forget the pain of the previous Hall Master being headed by the Seven Swords Owl.

Of course, there is a subjective element of not recalling.

But it's okay to deal with other things, he said Qiongcang can solve those troubles.

I can't understand the eight gods!

In the battle of the Ten Venerables, Dao Qiongcang has experienced the power of the Eight Venerables more than once, and this is an opponent worthy of attention.

But looking back...

After the battle in Bagongli, even though Sang Qiye was captured, Gou Wuyue was still punished. ——Under the witness of Dao Qiongcang, his arm was cut off and he was imprisoned in the Holy Mountain Prison.

To an outsider like this, why not make people feel chilling?

However, Dao Qiongcang couldn't say anything, the Holy Spirit Hall was not his own. As the brain, he is sorting out all the veins of the continent, but it is only a brain and does not have complete limbs.

The conference hall is not his one-word hall. He can cut off the thoughts of some pedantic people with one sentence.

Therefore, things that cannot be solved by internal forces have to be handled by external forces.

The White Grotto and Bagongli are just the beginning, and the Void Island is the hometown and main battlefield of the Bazun.

For this battle, Dao Qiongcang has mentioned and explained a lot, and has given a lot of advice, but no one cares.

He even sent number two.

But everything else can only be handed over to Yan Wuse to take charge.

He won't ask for any benefits and responsibilities if he wins or loses.

His method is to get rid of some arrogant people in this losing situation, so that the other part of the unusable people can grow and evolve into usable people.

In addition, it would be the best if it could be used to alert the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

These two points are the greatest benefits that he Dao Qiongcang can think of and will definitely obtain in the defeat.

It now appears that sitting idly by is no longer feasible.

The responsibility for the collapse of the Void Island across the board, he said, must be accepted. I thought that Yan Wuse was just arrogant and not brainless, so I could let him take care of it...

But this guy underestimated the enemy to the point of rushing directly into other people's layout, not only destroying everything, but also ruining himself.

That's the Eight Masters!

It's useless to talk about it, and you can't control it. Some people just have to bump into a wall before they know the pain of bleeding.

this is the pain...

Dao Qiongcang let out a long sigh, this was his most regrettable point.

It hurts so much!

The pain was so bad that even he couldn't breathe!

As soon as the opening was caught, the eight gods would not let go, and climbed up the pole, not only wanting to bite Yan Wusai to death, but also eating Rao Yaoyao.

This made him no longer able to turn a blind eye.

Sophisticated...

Under the torrential rain, Xiaoqi, the Tianji elf, swept away the black rainwater in front of his small body, pointing his fleshy fingers to the sky, a little panicked:

Fairy Rao's semi-holy status will also be deprived!

The water ghost is too dark, if he doesn't make a sound, he will become a blockbuster, and this wave will directly take three half-saints, he is going to become a fairy!

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