Chapter 223 The Mythical Endless Pulse... The Sword Holder

"Donglin Temple?"

Liu Zian was stunned for a moment and looked suspicious:

"How can this shabby temple that deceives women into offering incense have such a rare sword technique? Is the unreliable abbot of Donglin Temple pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?"

The old swordsmith looked into the distance, squinted and said:

"The inheritance of the mythical qigong masters of Donglin Temple is indeed broken, but..."

The old man paused, shook an index finger towards Liu Zian, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth:

"You still don't allow other people's ancestors to be generous? During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the status of this temple was even higher than that of Yuqing Pavilion Zaoshan, one of the Three Qing Dynasties in Jiangnan Province today and the most deeply involved in the world."

Liu Zian was speechless when he arrived. He glanced sideways frequently in the direction of Dagushan and frowned slightly.

It seems that he was reflecting on whether he spoke too loudly with the Shandao master before. What if he is really a peerless master? The more he thinks about it, the more likely it is. What is wrong with the master who is lustful and greedy for money? If he has no shortcomings, can he still be called a master?

Seeing the embarrassment and fear on Liu Zian's face, the old swordsmith saw through it and shook his head:

"Don't worry, although Donglin Temple is still popular, there are no orthodox Qi practitioners anymore, and it has become an ordinary famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River.

"No one absorbs the human incense that has been accumulated in this Lotus Sect's ancestral court for many years, but it makes a bunch of passing monks greedy.

"If you offend someone, there is no need to be afraid."

Liu Zian let out a breath, turned around, and asked curiously: "How did the old gentleman know about this without leaving home for so many years?"

"Last time, I chatted for a while with the pretty mute girl who passed by to deliver a message. She said that this little girl is honest and sincere to others, but it's a pity that she is mute."

Liu Zian nodded, then asked persistently:

"How did the old gentleman obtain this rare sword art? I heard from Boss Li in the afternoon that the sword art prepared by the Wei Palace for Wei Shaoxuan is probably related to the 'Emperor Wen' in the hands of the imperial court.

"

Liu Zian looked thoughtful:

"You said before that every time a tripod sword is born, a sword formula is born. This thing is so rare that Wei Shaoxuan is not very cautious about us. He probably also thinks that it is difficult for us to find the sword formula.

"I didn't expect that the old gentleman would have everything here. It's so unexpected. It's just...God help me."

Liu Zian looked at the calm old swordsmith with a complicated expression.

If he hadn't been suppressed by Ouyang Lianghan recently, and he was so angry that it made people wonder if he was destined to be a son of fate, he would have almost thought that he was the son of destiny. The wind was going smoothly, and he just dozed off.

Someone handed me a pillow.

Wait, maybe it’s just that you’ve been feeling aggrieved for a long time, and things will turn around?

"My master's sect had some connection with Donglin Temple."

The old swordsmith spoke vaguely, as if he didn't want to mention it further. He suddenly took out a thin book with a gray and black cover from his arms and threw it to Liu Zian.

The latter quickly took it with both hands, as if he had found a treasure. He opened the old book page and saw that it was full of Sanskrit, which seemed to be an unknown Buddhist scripture.

"This is the sword technique of Donglin Buddhist Temple...Thank you, old man!" Liu Zian's eyes were burning and he murmured softly.

The old swordsmith looked on with cold eyes, raised his head and took a sip of wine, his face wrinkled and red, as if he was slightly drunk, and he gave a secret:

"Sword Art was born with the Cauldron Sword, so the first person to hold the sword is very important.

"The reason why those with strong Qi who are close to the aura of the Cauldron Sword can directly obtain the Master of the Cauldron Sword after reaching the most basic and most malleable ninth-level cultivation conditions, without the aid of sword techniques.

"Because people with strong Qi are born with the way of the tripod sword that corresponds to a certain mouth, it is as if they know it from birth and can learn it by themselves without a teacher. Later, they can even create sword techniques on their own.

"So most of the sword techniques circulated in the world were created by the first sword holder of the Kou Kou Ding Sword. They are left to future generations. They can be regarded as a glimmer of opportunity given by God to people who are not very powerful to become sword holders.

"The tripods all come from mythology and have the same origin. There is naturally some mysterious connection between the tripod swords. The new tripod sword has not yet been born. In addition to those with strong energy, they can also use the sword techniques of other tripod swords to obtain their skills.

Acknowledging the master and being promoted to Sword Holder Juemai can be regarded as a new path."

Liu Zian couldn't hide the joy on his face, nodded heavily, put the Sanskrit sword formula in his hand into his arms, and saluted the old swordsmith:

"The kindness of the old man to rebuild me will be unforgettable."

The old swordsmith raised his head and drank alone. Liu Zian thought that the old man didn't want to pay attention to his disgusting words, but he didn't expect that the next second, the old man suddenly put down the wine bottle and said for no reason:

"That stab in the back was really good. Even if you don't end up with him in the end, Liu Ziwen's feeling of life being worse than death, hehe, it's really hard to die with eyes in peace, I love watching it the most."

Liu Zian's face was startled, as if he didn't expect why he suddenly mentioned this matter.

He was silent for a while without replying. His eyelids drooped and he stared at the ground and said:

"What else does the old gentleman like to see? I'll see if I can do my best."

"What else do you want to see?"

The turbid wine leaked from the corner of his mouth and became wet on his white beard. He put the wine jar down and the old swordsmith muttered something and chuckled silently.

Liu Zian didn't pay attention. He turned around and glanced at the silent sword furnace room, and then looked up at the half-smile on the old swordsmith's lips.

Taking advantage of his good mood, he asked in a low voice:

"Old sir, you haven't told me its real name yet..."

"What are you in a hurry for?"

The old swordsmith turned around and asked, "Can't wait any longer? I'll let you know on the 15th."

Liu Zian nodded helplessly.

The old swordsmith turned around and walked to the edge of the lawn, seemingly ignoring him and driving away the guests.

Liu Zian stood there, not moving away, hesitating for a moment and asked:

"Does the old gentleman know the whereabouts of other sword techniques?"

The old swordsmith curled his lips and said, "Look for it yourself."

Liu Zian smiled and frowned in confusion:

"The old gentleman once said that the bottleneck of the sword holder must be broken by sword tactics, and the sword tactics were born with the tripod sword, and the tripod sword was cast by tripod rong. I have always been curious about a question, which comes from mythology."

How many mouths does the tripod have?"

The old swordsmith asked back: "How many grades are there for a Qi Practitioner?"

Liu Zian was solemn for a moment, nodded slowly, and then asked seriously:

"Is there still a tripod in this world that has not yet been forged into a tripod sword? Doesn't that mean that there are still sword techniques that have not yet appeared? Then... which one did the old gentleman cast?"

The old swordsmith shook his head and did not answer. He sighed:

"That's why it's called the Mythical Endless Path. At the end, it's a dead end."

"But it is extremely lethal!"

Liu Zian whispered to himself, and when he was about to turn around, a number suddenly came out of his mouth:

"seven?"

The old swordsmith said coldly:

"So what about seven? So what about eight? Even if it is a dead end, can you really reach the end of the sword wielder's veins? If you have not yet held the sword, it is all in vain."

Liu Zian's face turned slightly stiff, and he nodded without saying a word.

The two of them turned their heads in tacit understanding and looked down the mountain from the lawn halfway up the mountain. Most of the lights in Longcheng County on the other side had been extinguished, and only a few scattered lights were on, like stars in the sky, drowsy.

"It's getting late, so I'll retire first and let the old gentleman rest early."

Liu Zian bowed and said goodbye.

The old swordsmith looked sideways at Liu Zian and asked surprisingly proactively:

"The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth day, Liu Zian. I see that there is no spiritual energy fluctuation in your body at the moment. Do you have time to...promote to the ninth level?"

Liu Zian smiled and said nothing.

The old swordsmith put down the wine jar from his mouth and asked with great interest: "Which path of spiritual enlightenment and qi refining technique is it?"

Liu Zian touched the sword in his arms and smiled apologetically:

"On the 15th, I'll give the old gentleman a surprise."

After he saluted, he left directly.

The old swordsmith looked at Liu Zian's back, his cloudy eyes thoughtful.

…

Liu Zian left the lawn halfway up the mountain and walked down the mountain.

On the mountain road, he tilted his head slightly and glanced sideways in the direction of the Dragon Head Platform where some kind of ceremony had been held.

"If your reputation is ruined... you will pay it back tenfold..."

The faint murmur of the sickly young man was blown away by the mountain wind.

Looking back, Liu Zian's face returned to calmness, and he was about to return to the Liu family mansion to re-develop the plan, but at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

"Third brother? Why are you here?"
To be continued...