I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Xiao Kongtong sighed as he spoke, and did not continue.

But Xiu Yuanke became excited and said: "The teacher has been resurrected. As the only student who has met him, you must have a way to contact him, right? Tell him now, I really want to learn 'Jian Nian', Sincerely and sincerely!"

Smiling, Kongtong shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

The boy in the courtyard sneered and said: "Xiu Yuanke, don't be stubborn, the elder brother is so kind to us, if it can be passed on, the 'Jian Nian' has been passed on to you, why wait so many years? Really don't say it, 'Jian Nian' 'Eldest brother has also demonstrated it many times, but if you fail to realize it, it is because of your own aptitude."

Xiu Yuanke's old face flushed: "Shut up when the adults talk, you little brat!"

"Huh!" The boy was furious immediately, turned his head away, and stopped playing the piano to the cow.

Xiao Kongtong looked at the warm scene of the two people bickering as usual, raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and seemed to think of the voice of the teacher Ba Zun in his ears, and he whispered: "Time flies so fast..."

This unreasonable sigh made both the old woman and the young man startled, with melancholy in their eyes.

"Yes, decades have passed by in a flash. In the past, everyone just regarded the teacher as a belief. Now the teacher's voice spreads to the five domains, the five domains... No, the five domains may not be obvious, but Jianshentian must be chaotic. It's gone." The old woman sighed.

"This is our chance, isn't it?" The young man stopped cleaning the fallen leaves, looked at Xiao Kongtong with anticipation in his eyes, "elder brother, when do you plan to challenge the 'Seven Sword Immortals'?"

When several people in the courtyard heard the words, Qi Qi paused, and also looked expectantly.

Xiao Kongtong founded Sanyue Immortal City, and his inheritance on the ancient sword cultivator is almost unmatched by the Seven Sword Immortals in the world.

This is his great achievement.

However, these alone are not enough to gain the recognition of the world.

Decades have passed since this generation of "Seven Sword Immortals" won the title.

This time was too long, some of the Seven Sword Immortals had already been conferred saints, so it should not have continued to hold the title of "Sword Immortal".

However, this generation of Seven Sword Immortals is too strong and their reputation has frightened the world for too long. As of today, except for the Eighth Sword Immortal, no one has dared to challenge their authority.

Since the teacher has said,

"The age of the saints is coming", then you should provoke the leader, and the first person to respond to the teacher's call is undoubtedly Xiao Kongtong!

Once Xiao Kongtong succeeds in the challenge, the next era, which belongs to Gu Jianxiu, will usher in glory again!

Facing the hope, Xiao Kongtong didn't respond positively, just smiled and said: "Seven Sword Immortals are just a false name, the most urgent thing is to respond to the teacher's real call. He is in the sky city and needs our help."

The young man was in a hurry: "But the Seven Sword Immortals are also a big deal. It is the only thing that the teacher has never done in his life. You should take over it."

The boy nodded in agreement, and persuaded: "Brother Kongtong, you always said that the time has not come, the time has not come, but in my opinion, you were qualified to win the title of Seven Sword Immortal ten years ago. , you are better than Teacher..."

Smiling to one side of Kongtong's eyes, the boy immediately swallowed the next words.

"The strength of the teacher is beyond your imagination." Xiao Kongtong said seriously.

Seeing that the senior brother underestimated himself so much, the old woman took a deep breath, her eyes were sharp, and said: "The senior brother possesses nine great sword skills, just like the teacher when he was young; ; Greener from blue and better than blue, creating the second generation of the 'Jiannian' variant of Chu Shennian - the incarnation of Jiannian!"

"Eldest brother, you are already very strong! Immortal Hua Jian may become a saint, we will not challenge him, but Gou Wuyue, Rao Yaoyao and his ilk, keep their own way, and have already been left behind by you, elder brother, on the way of swordsmanship!" The old woman's words were sonorous and passionate.

Xiu Yuanke nodded like a chicken eating food: "Yes, yes, senior brother, when can you teach me your 'Sword Nian Incarnation', I really want to learn, sincerely!"

Speaking of this, there was fanaticism in Xiu Yuanke's eyes.

The incarnation of Jian Nian is the second incarnation of the condensed three states of "shape, mind, and spirit", which is derived from the essence of "Jian Nian" collected by the elder brother, and then returned to the original.

This is almost comparable to the real half-holy incarnation, and it is not comparable to the special and simplified version of the "half-holy incarnation" of the holy slave storyteller.

Because the "Incarnation of Sword Mind" of the big brother has real spirituality, complete combat power, and independent thinking logic.

Just like now...

The four people in the courtyard knew that the person standing in front of him and the others was actually not the elder brother himself, but his "Sword Incarnation".

This is to cope with the occasional visits to the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

As for the whereabouts of the elder brother's body, outsiders don't know, but several people in the courtyard know that it is in the center of the storm in today's world-Eastern Heavenly King City!

Xiao Kongtong glanced at Xiu Yuanke helplessly, and sighed: "If you can't learn the 'Sword Mind', how can you learn the 'Sword Mind Incarnation', this is from the same vein."

Xiu Yuanke said with tears: "Then there is no other way, can I get the strength of the senior brother?"

"Yes!" Laughing Kongtong raised his fingers and said with a smile, "I have already told you, gather the great achievements of nine swordsmanship, walk out of a path similar to 'Sword Nian', in this way, you will surpass me and reach shoulder to shoulder The height of the teacher, even after that, there is such a ray of chance to surpass the teacher!"

Xiu Yuanke: "..."

He does.

But how can it be so easy to be proficient in the nine major swordsmanship?

In the entire Shenyue Immortal City, only you, senior brother, have managed it alone!

At this moment, the boy standing on the side of the chessboard puffed up, pouted and said, "Brother, you are changing the subject again, and you don't respond directly to the 'challenging the Seven Swords'. What sword cultivators in Immortal City are looking forward to is also what all ancient sword cultivators in the world are looking forward to."

Xiao Kongtong stepped in front of the boy, patted him on the head, and said with a light smile: "Gou Wuyue, Rao Yaoyao and others are not as simple as you think. They can win the title of Seven Sword Immortals and ten seats. In their name, they are far more powerful than you imagined, and even I am not fully sure."

"You must have!" the boy said stubbornly.

Kongtong smiled and shook his head: "Maybe, but not now."

After pondering for a while, he paced forward again, and sighed softly: "I was born at the wrong time, I can only assume the role of a history bearer. Once I really push the wheel of history ahead of time, maybe I will become famous, but I will be famous in ancient times." A sword cultivator is a serious injury!"

"Why?" The boy raised his eyes, full of puzzlement.

Xiao Kongtong explained: "I can become the Seven Swords Immortal, but once Gu Jianxiu got too much attention from the world in the era of spirit refining, but he didn't have the power to match the mainstream of the entire era, the 'Jiangshan' we managed to conquer, Likely to die prematurely."

The boy was confused and some did not understand.

But the young man next to him seemed to have realized something, and asked Xunsheng: "Is it because of... the top?"

He looked up at the sky, where there was blue sky and white clouds, but at this moment, it looked like a layer of restriction, restricting everyone's gaze.

Smiling Kongtong was noncommittal, and said: "Give some time to those little guys who really belong to this era, maybe you are one of them." He patted the boy on the head again.

"Oh..." The boy still didn't understand.

However, the young man's spirit was revived, and he said with enthusiasm: "Elder brother, if you succeed in the challenge, I will definitely follow in your footsteps and strive to become the Seven Swords Immortal Dangdang, so that Gu Jianxiu will not be completely wiped out in the age of spirit refining! "

Kongtong laughed.

After laughing for a long time, he stopped under the puzzled eyes of several people in the courtyard and the panicked eyes of the young man.

"This is exactly what the ancient sword cultivators will have in mind after I succeed, but once this happens, you will get too much attention, and you will be too weak, so you will surely die halfway." Xiao Kongtong said solemnly.

The young man's face turned red. Doesn't this mean that his strength is not enough?

At this time, he suddenly realized what the elder brother said just now.

It turned out that the reason why he did not challenge the Seven Swords Immortals was not that the senior brother felt that he was not fully sure, but that the senior brother was worried that once he succeeded, too many ancient sword cultivators would follow suit, but failed due to lack of time, lack of precipitation, and insufficient strength.

Everyone knows what the failure in Gu Jianxiu means.

On the road of being indomitable, brave and diligent, once you fail, once you can't accept failure, Gu Jianxiu will only choose to stand and die instead of living.

If you are pushed by external forces, you will blindly challenge those who should not be challenged at points that do not belong to you.

If it is too rigid, it is easy to break...

Xiu Yuanke's eyes shone brightly, isn't this the true meaning of "hidden swordsmanship"? The big brother is trying to tell me to wait again.

It's a pity that my aptitude is too poor, and it's always a little bit worse.

Jian Nian...

Incarnation of Sword Thought...

I'm afraid it will be difficult to realize it in this lifetime.

"Eldest brother, come out this time, there must be something wrong?" The old woman suddenly said, she knew that the elder brother will not go out if there is nothing to do, and the teacher's voice spread to the five regions, and Shenyue Xiancheng should also take action.

"Yeah." Smiling Kongtong nodded slightly, and got back to business.

He took out a small ax from the ring, threw it to Xiu Yuanke, and ordered: "You go to Dongtianwang City to find me, be careful not to reveal your identity."

Xiu Yuanke took the small axe, with pain in his eyes: "Brother, I am an ancient sword cultivator, why do you always ask me to do such things? I think it is because of these 'disguises' that I am The way of swordsmanship is progressing slowly, even in the middle, you need to use the 'Phantom Sword Technique'."

"There are three thousand roads, all of which come from the same source, whether it's a sword or an axe, it's the same when used well." Laughing Kongtong twitched his lips.

"But..." Xiu Yuanke still had some resistance.

Xiao Kongtong interrupted his words with a wave of his hand, and said: "If you can meet the teacher this time, you may not have a chance to get what you want, teacher, he is a very talkative person.

"Huh?" Xiu Yuanke's breathing became heavy immediately after the pie was drawn, "I'll pretend! I can pretend to be anyone! If necessary, I can also pretend to be a teacher!"

"The teacher has come out, do you still need you to pretend?" The boy looked at the ax with disgust at first, but now he felt envy.

The young man frowned slightly, and said: "Elder brother, if you always do this, it's easy to attract the hatred of the Holy God Hall to Sanyue Immortal City. It used to be to deceive people, but now the teacher has come out..."

Xiao Kongtong looked over with a smile: "It is precisely because the teacher has come out that we have to share more. He still needs help at present, and..."

After a pause, Kongtong looked towards the east with a smile, and when he reached the east, he said, "Shenyue Fairy City is just a small organization, a small force that has been established for more than 30 years, and those forces with ancient inheritance. In comparison, the amount of hatred we can attract is too small and too little..."

The teacher's words can startle more than just a small fairy city that participates in the moon!

...

In the Eastern Territory, to the east, facing the sea, there is a Dongshan.

There is no peak in Dongshan, and it is said that it was stabbed by a sword, because there is a power here that has been passed down from ancient times, called "Buried Sword Tomb".

Spiritual swords, famous swords, the lost swords of ancient monuments...

All unowned swords, who have spirituality, will be attracted by the "Sword Burial Tomb", and return to the "Sword Burial Tomb" in an unknown way, waiting for the arrival of a destined person, and then reborn.

The sword burial mound is surrounded by a boundary of 100,000 miles. Because of the gathering of a large number of spiritual swords, an invisible barrier of sword energy is formed, which refuses everyone to enter.

However, compared to sword cultivators, this sword energy enchantment contains the endless swordsmanship perception of ancient sword cultivators from ancient times to the present.

They just need to practice here.

Every step into the sword qi barrier, it means that the swordsmanship has improved by one point.

The entry rule of the Burial Sword Tomb is "As long as you pass through the barrier of sword energy, you can join the Burial Sword Tomb", which inspired everyone.

However, there are only three young sword cultivators who can achieve this achievement: the three brothers of the Gu family.

The Sword Burial Tomb, which had not been moved for many years since the eight masters had mastered their voices, trembled at the barrier of sword energy, and all the sword cultivators in the periphery began to dance their swords and cheer.

At the same time, in the Sword Burial Tomb, the "Sword Cleansing Pond", which had not been moved for decades, suddenly made a small ripple.

"Woo--"

In the center of the Sword Washing Pond, a broken sword trembled slightly and let out the sound of crying.

Its sword body is covered with rust, and has long lost its original color, and even the hilt is covered by moss and moss.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

In the darkness, a tall figure paced forward.

He stepped across the water, crossed all the rusty swords in the sword washing pool, and squatted down slowly before the choked broken sword.

"He's back..." He said softly, as if he was carefully caring for the flowers and plants, for fear that his words would irritate the other party.

"Boom!!!"

Broken Sword still struggled violently, as if he was angry, as if he was roaring, as if he was a wronged child crying about decades of loneliness.

"You shouldn't hate him, he is also helpless..." The man gently stroked the broken sword in front of him.

After saying that, seeing that Duan Jian's mood became even crazier, he could only helplessly smile: "Well, I won't defend him, he really deserves to die..."

"Buzz!"

The broken sword trembled again.

The man was stunned and sighed for a long time.

"You, you, how should I say hello?"

"I told you to let him go and find another master. Perhaps, you have won the title of famous sword now, why should you tie yourself here and wait for loneliness?"

"If he hasn't spoken yet, do you have to wait a hundred or a thousand years?"

"Perhaps, you will never be able to wait for him!"

The tone of the last sentence was heavy, and the man seemed to be complaining about the person mentioned in the speech, expressing his emotions.

"Buzz buzz..." Broken Sword trembled in response.

The man could hear the language of the sword, and said with a smile, "I'm different from you. I'm not bound here. When I want to go out, I can go out at any time."

"Clang!"

Suddenly, there was a sword cry from the Sword Washing Pond, and the Broken Sword was struggling and was about to pull it out from the Sword Pond.

However, the sound of the sword swayed, and apart from violent tremors, it failed to achieve the expected picture at all.

The man smiled and got up: "It's difficult, it's easy to enter the Sword Washing Pond, but it's difficult to get out of the Sword Washing Pond, Bazun has already missed the opportunity to enter the Jianjian Tomb, he will never be here again, the one you were waiting for People, maybe even if you return to the world, he will never take you home."

After saying that, the man turned and left.

"Keng Keng Keng—"

This vicious language stimulated the Broken Sword to tremble wildly, causing ripples in the sword pond.

It wanted to come out and kill this person, but it was bound by the rules and couldn't come out at all.

"I told you a long time ago, is it difficult to recognize a new master?"

The man flicked his sleeves, disappeared into the darkness, and sighed: "Now, he's back, but you can't get out, tsk tsk, good luck tricks people, and swords... Sad, really very sad..."

"hehe."

There was even laughter at the end!

Broken Sword couldn't stand the ridicule anymore, like a demon god opened his eyes, bursting out endless bright white sword light, illuminating the darkness, and returning to the figure of the man in white robe sitting on the throne in the shape of Gao Keqingtian's sword hilt.

There are broken swords and fallen swords all around.

Among them, the man in white robe sitting on the "Throne with Sword Hilt" remained indifferent.

He rested his elbows on the armrest of the throne, rested his chin gently with the back of his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and squinted at the movement of the broken sword in the sword washing pool not far away, with a smile on his lips and a sneer in his eyes.

Unwilling to be humiliated like this, Broken Sword raged crazily. Jian Guang broke through the barrier of sword energy in the Burial Sword Tomb, causing the people outside the tomb to be surprised and delighted.

But after all, this "vision" is just a "vision".

The broken sword never broke through the shackles of the sword washing pool.

Darkness reappears.

There was no movement of struggling in the sword washing pool, only the humming of the broken sword and faint ripples rippling around.

Like invisible tears, dripping down the sword washing pool.

"Woo woo woo..."