Chapter 322: A Treasure Mountain
Chapter 322 A Treasure Mountain (Update)
At the pavilion outside the mountain, Long Xixiang watched Li Yuan go into the mountain, and was quite curious about what he had gained from this trip.
"Outer armor first, inner armor second, hammer soldier third..."
Long Xixiang yawned subconsciously. He hadn't slept for many days and was indeed a little sleepy. However, after taking a few breaths, he became energetic again.
"Uncle Master!"
At this time, a burly and rugged man came quickly, and behind him several disciples were carrying tea, wine, and various dried fruits and snacks.
Glancing at the man with a sighing face, Long Xixiang touched his chin:
"you are?"
“…I am a green pine, a mountain green pine.”
The man smiled bitterly and introduced himself, "Master Cang Xianzhi. I am now guarding the Divine Weapon Hall. Do you still remember me?"
"Oh."
Long Xixiang nodded, and remembered some things:
"Qingsong, I remember that you had a blood transfusion forty years ago?"
"…I am ashamed."
Shan Qingsong was a little embarrassed, turned around, took the tray, and poured tea for Long Xixiang:
"I have been diligent over the past forty years, but I am still stuck at the last step of the unity of body and soul. I am sorry to make you laugh."
"Only a little bit."
Long Xixiang was holding the teacup. The unity of body and soul was the last step to understand yin and yang, and it was also the most dangerous step. If there was any mistake, his qi and blood would be weakened at best, and he might die on the spot at worst.
But among the more than 100,000 disciples of Longhu Temple, only a few can reach this step.
Even fewer people dare to take this last step.
"I've been doing this for almost 20 years. Maybe I'm getting old and timid, so I don't dare to do it anymore."
Shan Qingsong sighed, not wanting to talk about this sad thing, and changed the subject:
"Uncle Master, you came without informing me in advance. I also want to meet our junior fellow apprentice."
"It won't be too late to see him when he comes out."
Long Xixiang sipped his tea, then he remembered something: "How many divine soldiers have been added or subtracted in the mountains over the years?"
"This……"
Shan Qingsong scratched his head and turned to look at the two disciples who were waiting on him:
"Master uncle is asking you a question!"
"This……"
The two disciples looked miserable. One of them apologized quickly and turned away. Soon he came back dragging an old man with a sad face.
"Reply to Master Uncle."
The old man looked old, but in fact he was very old. He saluted with some fear, and then answered after hearing the question:
"In the past forty years, four of the sacred weapons in the mountain have been lost. The last one was taken away by Junior Brother Long, which was the Black Jade Kylin Armor. Seven more were added, and the latest one was the Blood and Flesh Four Vajra Armor..."
He knew all the magic weapons in the mountains by heart, and was in charge of the entry and exit of the magic weapons:
"At present, there are 23 magic soldiers in the mountain, 16 high-grade magic soldiers, 4 top-grade magic soldiers, and 23 residual soldiers. Among them, 90% are weapons and 10% are armor..."
"Ok?"
Long Xixiang frowned slightly. The old man trembled subconsciously and almost knelt down. Only then did he realize that this great-grandmaster was not targeting him, but was looking at the person coming not far away.
"Brother Xin?"
Shan Qingsong also saw the people coming and couldn't help but frowned: "What day is today? Four of the six true disciples of the sect have come."
"Uncle Master, Senior Brother Shan."
Xin Wenhua bowed in greeting, sat down in a familiar manner, and poured himself a cup of tea:
"I heard that Junior Brother Li came to the Divine Weapon Hall, so I came to see the rest of my fellow Junior Brothers."
He smiled but didn't finish, and Shan Qingsong came to his senses:
"No wonder. If we had met people like Junior Brother Long and Junior Brother Li back then, we would have used up all our quota before the sect assessment."
There are only six true disciples in the Dragon and Tiger Sect in that generation. When one person comes up, there must be another one to go down. After Li Yuan became the second in the Dragon and Tiger Sect, the other true disciples naturally couldn't sit still.
"What can I do if I encounter two of them at once?"
Xin Wenhua took a sip of the tea and found it very bitter. He had been called the Second In command for ten years, and suddenly became the Third In command. He was somewhat unable to adapt.
Of course, those who had a harder time adapting than him were Shan Hong and Lin Fangzhui.
Because the true teaching test is conducted in the Dragon Tiger Tower...
"Dragons have their own ways, mice have their own ways, and it's good for everyone to follow their own ways."
Shan Qingsong smiled and asked:
"Brother Xin, why don't you give it a try?"
"If it doesn't work twice, it won't work even if you try a few more times."
Xin Wenhua sighed. There is no warrior in the world who doesn't yearn for magic weapons, but this is really beyond human control.
His master is a man of extraordinary talent, and ranked fifth on the list of heroes of the time, but didn't he also get the magic weapon to recognize him as its master?
"There are always exceptions."
Shan Qingsong raised his left hand, and the dark blue dragon-scale-like brass knuckles were placed on his five fingers, emitting an icy luster:
"I thought it was impossible back then, but I didn't expect to find one later. Look at the color and luster. It's really beautiful..."
"..."
Xin Wenhua's eye twitched, and he realized in shock that the old bastard had gone through so much trouble just to show off his magic weapon.
The two of them chatted happily, but Long Xixiang did not participate. He just took a sip of tea from time to time, or was daydreaming, or looking at the mountains and forests in the distance.
"Brother Li, it will probably be evening soon. How about we go over to have a couple of drinks first?"
After finishing several pots of tea, Shan Qingsong finally started to ask.
"Qingsong, if I remember correctly, when the divine weapon recognizes its master, it will automatically emit light?"
"what?"
Shan Qingsong was stunned. How could you forget even this?
He was about to answer when he heard a "swish" and Xin Wenhua jumped up. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a faint silver light rising between the mountains and forests.
"So the divine weapon has recognized its master?"
Xin Wenhua was envious and surprised. If it was Li Yuan, it would be fine. But if it was the others...
Thinking of this, Xin Wenhua could no longer sit still, jumped up, and rushed to the forest: "Brother Shan, please register for me."
……
The Divine Soldiers Hall is one of the three halls in Humen, and is responsible for protecting the divine soldiers.
However, the magic weapon was not placed in the attic as expected, but was scattered among the mountains and forests.
"The divine weapon is hidden by itself, and only those who are destined to have it can obtain it."
Lin Fangzhu casually pulled out a long knife that was stuck in the old tree, weighed it in his hand, and tried to activate it with his true Qi, but there was no response.
"No."
Lin Fangzhui sighed. He didn't even know whether this knife was a magic weapon or not, because the weapons of various grades scattered among the mountains and forests were dozens or hundreds of times more numerous than the magic weapons.
If the magic weapon does not show up on its own initiative, it will be difficult for him to find it, let alone recognize its master.
"laugh!"
Lin Fangzhui casually inserted the sword back into the tree and walked quickly through the dense forest. He would pick up any weapon he saw, whether it was a sword or other, and play with it.
Although he uses a knife, if a magic sword recognizes its master, he doesn't mind changing to sword practice. The same goes for a gun.
how...
From the bottom of the mountain to the top, Lin Fangzhui became more and more disappointed. Fortunately, he had passed Shan Hong and another person on the way, and they also gained nothing.
"Fate, what does it mean?"
Lin Fang chased and landed on a mountain top. He looked around the forest. Suddenly, his eyes focused and he looked towards the cliff. A faint light came into his sight. Divine weapon!
Lin Fangzhui's heart beat faster and he rushed to the edge of the cliff without thinking.
But before he reached the edge, he heard a "swish" sound, and a figure jumped up from under the cliff, holding a long sword that emitted dazzling silver light in his hand.
The light is so dazzling, even brighter than the light that shines through the mountains and forests.
The knife is two meters long and half-curved like a moon. There are water-like lines all over the blade. When you shake it lightly, there is a sense of moonlight falling.
'This knife is very suitable for my Hanyue swordsmanship!'
This thought flashed through Lin Fangzhui's mind, and then his eyes moved away from the knife and looked at the man holding the knife shining with silver light.
"Li, Li Yuan?!"
Lin Fangzhui felt a blockage in his heart. Looking at the young man in Taoist robe in front of him, he subconsciously thought of the violent thunder dragon he saw in the tower, and couldn't help feeling a little horrified.
"Senior Brother Lin is here too?"
Li Yuan casually thrust the long sword in his hand into the mountain wall, and the light of this [Silver Moon Sword (Seventh Level)] dimmed instantly.
"Don't……"
Lin Fangzhui almost flew to catch the knife. Before the blade was completely embedded in the mountain wall, he had already grasped the handle in his hand, but the silver light had completely dissipated.
He rolled over to the ground, and used all his internal energy, only to feel a pain in his palm, and the long sword fell to the ground.
"..."
Lin Fangzhui felt sick. For a moment, he vaguely sensed the sword spirit's simple and pure...disdain? !
"Brother Lin, try slowly."
Li Yuan threw away the knife without stopping. He looked around and in Lin Fangzhui's eyes, he just randomly found a direction, but a ray of light rose again.
"?!!"
Lin Fangzhui's pupils contracted violently for a moment, as he had just walked over from the other side.
[Yuanyun Sword (Level 7)]
Li Yuan drew his sword and shook it lightly. This was the ninth magical weapon he had discovered since entering the mountain.
Zheng~
Hearing the clear sound of the sword like a dragon, Lin Fangzhui knew that this was an excellent sword, probably one of the best quality among the divine weapons.
But Li Yuan just weighed it and put it back in place.
Hearing the sword's whimpering sound, Lin Fangzhui felt like he was about to break into pieces.
"You, you don't want it?"
Lin Fangzhui subconsciously took two steps forward, then quickly stepped back, looking at Li Yuan as if he had seen a ghost.
"Look again."
Li Yuan kept walking. This mountain forest was huge and the terrain was quite complicated. He had no time to waste.
If he couldn't find a good way out after coming to the treasure mountain, he would probably beat his chest and stamp his feet.
"you……"
After Li Yuan went far away, Lin Fangzhui walked towards the sword. This time, the sword did not even have any backlash, and he held it as if it were a piece of scrap metal.
If one had not seen the sword emitting divine light with one's own eyes, no one would be able to tell that it was a divine sword.
hum~
After letting go of his hand, Lin Fangzhui, with mixed emotions, had not yet come to his senses when he saw another ray of light rising from the forest in the distance, which was the direction where Li Yuan went.
call!
The wind was howling, and another figure rushed up from the bottom of the cliff.
Before Shan Hong landed, she saw Lin Fangzhui, who was even more distraught than the last time he entered the Dragon and Tiger Pagoda:
"Junior Brother Lin, was that you just now?"
"..."
Lin Fangzhui's face twitched, and he was unable to describe his feelings, especially when another ray of light rose from the distance.
"Another one?"
Shan Hong was shocked and didn't care about the distraught Lin Fangzhui, and quickly chased after him.
"What do you mean by divine weapons choosing their masters? Those who are destined to obtain them...it clearly depends on talent!"
It took Lin Fangzhui a while to come back to his senses. He looked very unhappy and he wished he could break the sword. This was too much discrimination.
hum~
In the distance, there was another flickering light.
Lin Fang was a little numb from the pursuit, but he still gritted his teeth and chased after him. At least these lights pointed out the location of the magic weapon.
Although confidence has plummeted, what if?
"How is it possible, how is it possible..."
When Lin Fangzhui quickly chased into a forest, he caught a glimpse of Shan Hong, who was holding a sword, looking distraught and muttering to himself.
"Brother Shan?"
Lin Fangzhu stopped and immediately felt much better.
After hearing his gentle shout, Shan Hong came back to her senses.
"Root bone."
"talent!"
The two looked at each other and both felt that the other's expression was frighteningly ugly.
hum~
When light rose again in the distance, the faces of the two numb people looked much better.
"Was this the same treatment given to our senior brother when he entered the mountain?"
Lin Fangzhui couldn't help but ask.
Shan Hong shook her head woodenly: "Master Brother went into the mountain alone, no one else saw him, but I'm afraid that's the case."
"A rare talent."
Looking at the divine light shining in the distance, Lin Fangzhui felt jealous and envious, yet couldn't help feeling awe.
Even swords know which is heavier and which is lighter...
"Still following?"
After a moment, he looked at Shan Hong, who was breathing a little quickly, but still gritted her teeth:
"with!"
Soon, the two followed the guidance of the divine light and met Wang Lue, who was obviously also greatly shocked, but at this time, he held two swords in each hand.
“They are all divine weapons!”
Wang Lue's face flushed, and he was even a little excited: "All of them!"
“Those who deny the Lord are like scrap metal.”
The two said this, but still tried to activate those divine swords separately.
……
"Baoshan, Baoshan."
Lin Fang was a little nervous chasing the three men. Li Yuan, who was traveling through the mountains and forests, was also a little nervous. Seeing so many magical weapons in front of him, but unable to take them, his mood was not much better than those behind him.
“I really want to move away!”
Li Yuan clenched his right hand tightly, and the vibration of the Palm Weapon Scroll was very strong and did not stop all the way.
"call!"
Suddenly, Li Yuan stopped and looked at the mountain wall covered with vines not far away. A red light appeared in front of him:
[Mirage Dragon Belt (Level 9)]
(End of this chapter)