MTL - Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years-Chapter 33 Sword twenty-three, eternal absolute

   Chapter 33 Sword Twenty-three, absolute

  [You have noticed that the sword intent here is soaring to the sky, and it has the power to shatter the heavenly way. This sword platform breeds great terror. The heaven and the earth cannot be deceived, and the immortals and gods cannot be broken. Sign in here every day with the sword, and you can get the reward of good fortune]

  Sikong Jianli followed many disciples and poured into Zhuxianjiantai to pay homage to the holy relic, but was immediately stunned.

  This...what is this?

   Could it be that the Qing Hui Daoist tested himself and left a special inheritance here?

   Sure enough, I knew I was the son of destiny!

   He turned to look at the woman in the white dress beside him: "This senior sister, can you borrow a sword?"

White sugar:"???"

   Bass——

  Sikong took his sword out of the way, and the next moment he heard a vast prompt sound.

   [You sign in in front of the Zhuxian Sword Stage and get the Xuan-level high-grade exercise "Sword Twenty-Three"]

   An old man appeared in his mind, his body changed, and his sword showed no trace, as if time and space were still, neither death nor life, both death and life, turned into a sword that penetrated the sky and the earth.

   "What a terrible swordsmanship!"

  Sikong exclaimed at the salute, and then someone pinched his ear, and a cold shout came from his ear: "What did you do to my sword!?"

   "Ah ah ah, Senior Sister, it hurts!"

   He tilted his head and saw the beautiful senior sister pinching her waist with one hand, her eyes full of murderous intent.

  Zhang Ming returned to Chengtian Hall, sensing the newly obtained reward, and showing a smile.

   This Sword Twenty-Three is an existence in the world of Chinese martial arts, known as a fantasy art. The ultimate kendo changes, once it is used, it is like a soul out of one's body, and it is hard to guard against.

  Put it in this world, that is, you can use some of the Yangshen realm in advance.

【Ding! 】

  【The daughter of the plane, Lu Xueqing, signs in in front of your Zhuxianjiantai (pseudo), and you get the Qingsuo Sword·True】

   Zhang Ming was taken aback.

   The blue cable sword, one of the purple and blue swords?

   They had already obtained the Ziying Sword last time, so wouldn’t they be able to combine both swords!

   "By the way, there are two Ziying swords and two Qingsuo swords. Can I combine the four swords?"

  Zhang Ming thought subconsciously, if he could, he would be able to create a complete Ziqing double sword.

  Lu Xueqing led the disciples to visit Zhuxianjiantai and walked in from the outside: "Master, Elder Cheng!"

   There is an ancient cyan sword behind her.

   "Yiqing, you can hand over these three swords to your teacher, maybe they can be integrated into one." Zhang Ming curiously asked for the swords and put them into the system space together.

  【Combinable equipment detected...】

  【Yes/No Synthesis? 】

   Zhang Ming was overjoyed. Sure enough, he extracted 90% of the efficacy, but in fact, it can be combined with their 10% to become a real complete body.

   He slapped both hands, the three swords disappeared in his hands, and a long sword of purple and blue reappeared, the front was purple, the back was blue, and the hilt was like a dragon and snake emitting light.

   "Yiqing, this is the Ziqing Immortal Sword. There are four swords in total. Now it's a coincidence, but it's one."

   He tapped lightly, and the purple-cyan long sword split into two from the middle, and then split into four with another tap. Immediately, the sword light was closed and merged into one handle again.

  This sword will finally be complete!

  Lu Xueqing was delighted to see it, took it over and played it repeatedly, and said with a wide-eyed smile, "Thank you Master for giving the sword!"

   Sikong Jianli looked outside Chengtian Hall.

  Elder Cheng smiled and said, "Young Master Sikong, come in and talk. Thank you for your help these days. I don't know why you are here at Qiongyu Sword Sect?"

   Zhang Ming also looked over curiously.

  According to the sign-in reminder of [Sword Twenty-Three] just now, this Sikong Jianli is the reincarnation of Wen Xing, and Wen Xing is better than sword repairing. Could it be that he read too much in his previous life and was tired of studying?

Sikong Jianli was surrounded by all the peak masters, and respectfully replied: "Elder Qi, I heard the name of Qiongyu Sword Immortal, I have traveled from Luocheng, Kyoto, just to worship the Qiongyu Sword Sect and learn from it. That Royal Sword and Flying Immortal Way."

  Elder Cheng smiled and said: "Look at our thirteen peaks of Qiongyu, which one do you want to worship?"

  Everyone's eyes were scorching, all the peaks were quite satisfied with the performance of Sikong's salute in the past few days.

   However, Sikong Jianli folded his hands and twitched, and said Ai Ai, "Uh, um, this... I want to go to the door of Elder Taishang..."

   Everyone was stunned and looked at Zhang Ming who looked up.

  This child is a bit demanding...

   Zhang Ming looked at him, but was a little embarrassed.

   He had just accepted Lu Xueqing as his apprentice. If he accepted Sikong Jianli directly, wouldn’t he make the head of the Qiongyu Sword Sect be his peers, and his disciples would definitely not accept it.

  Secondly, I have been in contact with them for too short a time, and I don’t understand them deeply. Although I am attracted to my talents, it is really difficult to directly accept them without being tested.

   That's it!

  Since it is the reincarnation of Wen Xing, studying Confucianism and cultivating literature, and being a competent minister in the court, isn’t it more useful than cultivation?

   "Young Master Sikong, Pindao was rescued by you on the road. You shouldn't have rejected it, but I'm a spiritual cultivator, and I pay attention to a word of fate. Pindao's fate hasn't arrived yet."

  Zhang Ming thought for a moment and said, "I will not reject you, but set a test for you. If you can pass it within three years, the poor Daoist will accept you as a disciple."

  Sikong understood the difficulties and hesitant, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Please give me the content of the test, I will do my best!"

   His heart for practice was unusually firm.

   Zhang Ming said with a smile: "Since you are a scholar, and the poor Taoist does not choose anything else, let's make a pair. If you are right, the poor Taoist will accept you as a disciple!"

  Sikong said with joy: "I'm the best at this, Daoist Qinghui, but it's okay to say it!"

   He just doesn't like reading, not reading.

   If it was another test, he wouldn't dare to guarantee it. But when it comes to the pair, the entire capital of Luocheng, he said the second, no one dared to claim the first.

Just when he was ambitious and was about to take down Zhang Ming in one fell swoop and worshipped at Lingshu Temple, he only heard the handsome Taoist priest saying, "Pindao once heard Master say that once he was passing through Yinxian Town, he saw a man. The old blacksmith forged iron and forged swords."

   "The two were drunk, and they thought about a pair of first couplets at random. Now that I meet you, I will give it to you."

   "Listen, Qinglinkou, a tinsmith, making a red furnace, burning black charcoal, sitting south and facing north to hit things."

   Zhang Ming smiled slightly, and shamelessly became a copywriter, but he didn't feel any guilt in his heart.

   "Hey, Qingquan must have brought me down!"

  Sikong Li was overjoyed when he heard this first couplet, and said casually, "Daoist Qinghui, then I'm welcome! Gold mantis, silver grasshopper... Huh?"

   "No, no!"

He paused for a moment, paced in the hall repeatedly, his face getting worse and worse, and muttered: "Blue, white, red and black four colors, four directions of southeast, northwest, wood, gold, fire, water, soil and five elements... How is this possible, how is this possible, this is Yes……"

  Qiongyu Sword Sect people looked at each other in dismay, what happened to this child, he was stunned to a pair and a demon?

   They don't know the difficulty, but Sikong Jianli has been reading poetry and books since he was a child, how can he not understand!

   After a long time, his face turned pale and he sighed: "Qing Huidao grew up talented, this is absolute for the ages! Even if I am poor in my whole life, I may not be able to match the next couplet!"

   He bowed respectfully, ashamed of himself.

   Qiongyu Sword Sect's elders and peak masters widened their eyes, looking at Sikong Jianli, and then at Zhang Ming.

   "The gap between people... can it really be so big? How sacred is this master of the Qing Hui Daoist?"

   (end of this chapter)