Chapter 549: Another Chapter of Tuberculosis
After passing the mountainside, we arrived at the back third of the stairs of Jianhuang Mountain.
The number of climbers has dropped dramatically.
At first glance, there are very few.
Moreover, the few figures did not continue to climb, but sat cross-legged on the mountain stairs, obviously trying to comprehend the sword intent.
Lu Yun ignored them and continued to move forward.
His goal was simple - the top of the mountain.
When Lu Yun was about to pass a fat cultivator who was currently at the highest point, the fat cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Brother, you are already amazing to be able to climb here."
Lu Yun stopped and turned to look at the fat man. It was obvious that the fat man had already gained his insights and was ready to get up and go down the mountain.
Lu Yun hadn't spoken to anyone during the climb, and it was indeed quite boring. When he heard the fat man approaching him, he smiled and replied, "Why do I feel like you're bragging?"
"You can think so."
The fat guy is very cool and confident, which forms a sharp contrast with his honest temperament caused by his fat. It gives people the feeling that he is deliberately pretending to be cool.
Lu Yun smiled and climbed up another ladder. The fat man suddenly said again: "I don't recommend you to continue climbing up."
"Oh why?"
Lu Yun looked at the fat man in confusion.
The fat man said with a cool expression: "The most important thing is to be suitable. The sword intent here is enough for you to comprehend. If you continue to go up, the sword intent will be too strong and it will not be as effective as here."
The most important thing is what’s suitable.
A very philosophical sentence.
But when it came out of the fat philosopher's mouth, it had an inexplicably funny effect.
Lu Yun thought about it seriously and said, "I think the top of the mountain is more suitable for me."
The fat man looked at Lu Yun strangely and said, "Brother, you are not from the three major sword sects, right? Did you come to Jianhuang Mountain through the sword talisman?"
This fat guy is quite capable. He guessed that I am a outsider so easily.
Lu Yun couldn't help but become interested, and said with a fist: "Crazy Gang, Zhang San."
Mad Gang, Zhang San?
Why does it sound so fake?
But the fat man was also a polite person. Seeing Lu Yun took the initiative to reveal his identity, whether it was true or false, he politely replied: "Liao Bufan, Lingjian Sect."
"Brother Liao, how come you were so sure that I was not from one of the three great sword sects?" Lu Yun asked curiously.
The fat man raised his mouth corners, put on an unfathomable look and said: "Brother Fat, I have a keen eye. I can tell from your temperament that you don't look like a disciple of the three major sword sects."
Of course, he couldn't tell Lu Yun that, based on what Lu Yun had just said, anyone from the three major sword sects would be able to tell that he was an outsider who came here with the help of the sword talisman.
Which sentence?
Of course it’s what Lu Yun said. I think the top of the mountain is more suitable for me.
Anyone who dares to say such things must not understand Jianhuang Mountain, and will even be laughed at by everyone if he says it.
The sword intent floating around Jianhuang Mountain is quite special. It starts from the last two-thirds of the mountain stairs and becomes stronger as you go higher, until the last step of the stairs.
But when they reached the top of the mountain, there was no sword spirit at all, only a plain white statue of the former Sword Emperor.
One cannot sense any sword intent at the top of the mountain, so when Lu Yun said that he felt the top of the mountain was more suitable for him, the fat man looked at him with strange eyes, and was certain that he did not understand Jianhuang Mountain.
This is a very simple identification method, but the fat man deliberately did not say it, and instead said that he saw it from Lu Yun's temperament, which makes it seem much more impressive.
How could Lu Yun not see that the fat man was pretending to be profound? He did not point it out and continued, "Is my temperament different from those of you Sword Sect disciples?"
"Of course it's different."
Fatty Liao Bufan shook his head and said, "The disciples of our three major sword sects have been practicing swords for a long time, and their temperaments have long been integrated with the sword energy, making them appear more fierce and domineering. As for you..."
He looked at Lu Yun pretentiously, and said with a few clicks of the tongue: "He is ordinary, not outstanding at all. Compared with me, Fatty, he is even more like heaven and earth."
After hearing this, Lu Yun almost concluded that the fat guy was just talking nonsense.
He shook his head and stopped talking to the fat man.
But the fat man seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, muttering, "Brother Zhang San, listen to my advice, the waters of Jianhuang Mountain are very deep, and many things are beyond your control.
We, the disciples of the Sword Sect, are fine as we can come here to gain insights every day. But it’s different for you. Your sword talisman can only be used once. This is your only chance, so cherish it!
Brother Zhang San, are you listening to what Fatty is saying..."
Lu Yun was speechless.
I really shouldn't have bothered with this fat guy. I didn't expect him to be such a chatterbox... Hmm? Why did you say again?
Lu Yun continued to climb towards the top of the mountain.
The fat man followed him, chattering non-stop: "Brother Zhang, why don't you listen to my advice? I, Fatty, mean well... Hey, don't walk so fast, I haven't even finished pretending yet!"
Seeing Lu Yun quicken his pace of climbing the mountain, the fat man's true colors were revealed, no longer the cold and cool look he had before.
"Alas, you really won't turn back until you hit the wall. Fatty, I'm going to follow you to the top of the mountain today and see how you make a fool of yourself!"
The fat man spoke with a slightly resentful tone as he followed Lu Yun up the ladder step by step. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The sword intent here has already made him feel tremendous pressure.
When he looked at Lu Yun above again, the fat man's small yellow eyes suddenly shrank violently.
Lu Yun was seen walking as if on flat ground, stepping briskly, as if climbing Jianhuang Mountain, which was effortless for him.
The fat man finally reacted. He was just busy talking and only now realized that this masked young man named Zhang San was indeed not simple.