The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"In short, the mysterious man who has been lingering on the banks of the Forgotten River for thousands of years and refused to leave is a very dangerous existence. Although I have never tried to expel him from the underworld after becoming the Lord of the Underworld, and I have never fought against him, I have no confidence in his strength. I don’t know everything about him, but I know that he is definitely not an easy character to deal with,” Ming Yue concluded, her tone revealing her fear of the mysterious man in pale gold robes.

On Ming Yue's bright and majestic face, Ming Yue's expression was very tense. She warned Xuan Yuan very seriously: "Even if you are curious about his things, don't provoke him easily. He is definitely not a good person. I occasionally pass by When I see him on the Naihe Bridge, I always feel a sense of crisis like a thorn in my back, which makes me subconsciously afraid. He is definitely not easy to mess with. "

Xuan Yuan smiled at Ming Yue's warning, but he actually had no intention of deterring, because when he passed by the pale golden robe before, Xuan Yuan did not feel any fear, fear or trembling in his heart. This meant that this mysterious man had no intention of holding back. Xuan Yuan did not pose a fatal threat, but he still nodded slightly towards Mingyue and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, I will not do anything that I am not sure about or prepared for."

After pondering for a moment, Xuan Yuan's right hand fingers silently tapped the non-existent tabletop in mid-air. He suddenly asked thoughtfully: "Ming Yue, this mysterious man is wandering near the river of forgetfulness in the underworld. For thousands of years, the underworld has fought with him many times, hoping to expel him from the underworld or force him to reincarnate. So... in all these years, has anyone in the underworld ever tried to communicate with him directly? Have a conversation and ask him why he is wandering by the River of Forgetfulness?”

"...Communication, dialogue?" After repeating Xuan Yuan's question, Ming Yue's eyes were gradually filled with some memories, but this part of the recollection gradually took on a hesitant meaning. Ming Yue raised her hand and touched her nose, wasn't it? He replied with certainty, "There may have been, and there may be relevant records left in the classics, but I haven't read them, so I can't completely confirm."

Ming Yue prefers fighting to sitting down and reading quietly. She really can't settle down to read a book. Even the affairs that Pluto was responsible for handling were handed over to the judge, not to mention these useless ancient records. We really can't expect Ming Yue to be very studious and take the initiative to supplement knowledge and read ancient books.

Therefore, it is a matter of course that Ming Yue cannot answer Xuan Yuan's question at this moment. She has not read the classics that record the mysterious man who lingers on the banks of the Forgotten River. Naturally, she does not know more secrets. In terms of her impression of the mysterious man In fact, there is only one - strong and able to fight. As for his other information... Hahaha, the weather in the underworld is really nice today.

I really can’t remember whether people in the underworld have ever tried to talk to that mysterious man. Ming Yue raised her hand and touched her nose, smiled a little embarrassed and guilty and said: "Otherwise, I will ask the judge to find all the records about that mysterious man. Come out and show it to you? The judge must know where to find the ancient records."

Judge: It’s me again! Why is it still me! Why is it always me? ! Why did you catch me and squeeze me in the entire underworld? ! Hot chicken boss, take jujube pills.

Because Xuan Yuan clearly expressed his interest in the origin and identity of the figure in the light golden robe, Ming Yue, who had a high degree of trust in Xuan Yuan's strength, couldn't help but her eyes lit up: "Hey, if you can find out clearly The origin of this mysterious man and the purpose of wandering on the banks of the River of Forgetfulness, maybe we can find a way to 'invite' him out of the underworld. "

As the Lord of the Underworld, Ming Yue also has a headache for the mysterious man who hangs around the Naihe Bridge and the River of Forgetfulness all day long. His existence is a violation of the order and rules of the Underworld. If not If he couldn't beat him, how could the underworld let him stay in the underworld, and how could he deceive himself and pretend that he couldn't see this person.

For this mysterious and unpredictable existence whose existence is a stain and whose existence is a destruction to the underworld, everyone in the underworld does not welcome him to continue to stay in the underworld. It would be best if we could think of a way to expel him from the underworld. On behalf of the entire underworld, Ming Yue sends out a desire from the bottom of their hearts: Get rid of this mysterious man quickly! Even if it's to harass the heavens, don't stay in their underworld.

Faced with Ming Yue's almost profound attitude towards evil, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his long eyebrows and chuckled, and nodded to Ming Yue: "I'll try my best." Lowering his eyes, Xuan Yuan's eyes showed a little thoughtfulness , "I always feel that that person has a rather familiar aura, but for a moment I can't tell where the familiarity comes from."

Xuan Yuan had not never thought that maybe the familiar feeling to him came from Wangchuan who took the initiative to lead him to this world. If the figure in the pale golden robe is really related to Wangchuan, then Xuan Yuan has solved the two mysteries simply and easily - but things were not that coincidental.

From the aura perceived by the man in pale golden robes, and the aura that filled the air when Wangchuan showed his strength and took the initiative to bring him to this world, Xuan Yuan carefully compared these two auras. Confirm that there is absolutely no relationship between the two. Although the mysterious man is lingering on the banks of Wangchuan, he himself has nothing to do with Wangchuan.

"It's not just the books about the mysterious man wandering by the Wangchuan River. Ask the judge to find all the books about Wangchuan River for me." Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, but added to Mingyue, "I also have many doubts and puzzles about Wangchuan River, and I plan to study it carefully."

Mingyue nodded and agreed to Xuanyuan's request without thinking, and said very straightforwardly: "Okay. I will immediately ask the judge to help you find the books you need." Anyway, she was not the one who really took the initiative to look for the books, so why would she not agree? Mingyue said that she was generous. Didn't she just want to look through some books? Just look at it, whatever you want to look at, it doesn't matter if you take it away and lose it.

Anyway... she never looks at it.

Speaking of the classics in the underworld, Mingyue had something to say. She clapped her hands, her brows filled with pride, and showed off to Xuanyuan: "Don't tell me, even though I, the King of the Underworld, don't like reading and have no skills, the classics in the underworld are really huge. Even the Heavenly Court doesn't have as many books as we do."

As for why, it's very simple, because people in the mortal world will die, and they will remember their works after they die in the underworld. If they copy them again, won't they become the classics of the underworld? Although the six reincarnations are very strict and must be followed according to the rules, the underworld can completely decide the temporary treatment of the ghosts stranded in the underworld. In order to get better treatment, many ghosts are willing to pay a price.

"No matter how many classics are hidden in the underworld, you don't read them. In this case, what are you proud of?" Xuanyuan couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, laughing and crying. It was really difficult to understand Mingyue's pride.

Whether it is the classics that record the mysterious man who has been wandering in the underworld for nearly ten thousand years, or the classics that record the Wangchuan River flowing in the underworld, there are a lot of them. The number is very large. It will take some time for the judge who has multiple duties to find all the classics that Xuanyuan has pointed out.

Xuanyuan did not intend to waste this waiting time. He took the initiative to ask the judge for a map to Kunlun Mountain, and planned to go to Kunlun Mountain before investigating Wangchuan. Well, he still remembered that his main purpose of coming to this world was to find Xirang, the Xirang that the Lord God had been tirelessly pursuing for a long time.

When Xuanyuan temporarily left the underworld and rushed to Kunlun Mountain in the far west, the Fairy of Flowers had already returned to the Heavenly Palace on a white cloud. At this time, it was spring in the mortal world, when many flowers were in full bloom. The Fairy of Flowers was in charge of the blooming and withering of all flowers. In recent days, she was really busy. As soon as she returned to the Heavenly Palace, she hurried to her fairy house and prepared to continue the work that was delayed by visiting Mingyue before.

Long before the arrival of spring, the Fairy of Flowers went to the riverside every day to collect the morning dew. These dews were condensed from the water vapor of the river, full of spiritual energy and vitality, which greatly promoted the growth of flowers and plants. In order to make the flowers in the world bloom more and last longer, the Fairy of Flowers was basically busy collecting dew every day. After a whole year, she finally accumulated a lot.

Under the feet of the Fairy of Flowers, there was a group of white clouds that gathered and dispersed. She flew in the air on the clouds. The thin gauze dress fluttered in the clouds. The long dress with colorful lights stretched out in the air, like a blooming colorful flower. It was as dazzling as a fairy in the misty clouds, and the beauty was like jade in the clouds.

Under the clouds is the mortal world. The Fairy of Flowers holds a long-necked, narrow-mouthed white bottle in her left hand. The mouth of the bottle is tilted slightly downward, and drops of dew full of spiritual energy drip from the mouth of the bottle. Her right hand is placed on the edge of the mouth of the bottle. Whenever a drop of dew is poured out of the bottle, she gently waves her slender fingers and sprinkles the dew on the places where flowers and plants grow in the mortal world, so that the dew can help them bloom in the spring.

What the Fairy of Flowers is doing is not difficult, but it is very tedious and requires extreme care. She cannot miss any place where the dew needs to be spread, otherwise a bunch of flowers and plants will wither and die in the spring. Just as she was busy, a majestic and solemn golden light suddenly flew down from the highest point of the thirty-three heavens and rushed straight towards her.