I will bury the gods

Chapter 19 Seems to be an old friend

As soon as the four teenagers and girls entered the door, those living monsters woke up one after another.

They are like mosquitoes that have been hungry for dozens of days and smell blood, their pupils are greedy and fanatical, but these monsters are bound by iron chains, unable to move at all, they can only utter a wail.

The wailing sound echoed endlessly, like a gloomy wind.

Xiaohe grabbed Lin Shouxi's sleeves tightly.

Lin Shouxi was also a little nervous for no reason, because he vaguely felt that the person these living monsters were staring at... was himself.

"As expected of the person chosen by the gods, he actually woke up these half-dead old monsters."

The dwarf old man introduced himself while sighing, "My surname is Sun, you can call me Vice President Sun."

The person who claimed to be Vice-Yuan Sun continued: "This is the Demon Killing Institute. The wall that is tens of meters outside is called the White Wall. Behind the White Wall is the Nie Chi. What we are responsible for in the Demon Killing Institute is to kill the Nie Chi. The demonic turbidity born in the middle."

"The monster is sealed in the evil pool, but the evil energy emitted by the monster will form a new monster, which we call the monster."

Are you going to kill a demon...

Lin Shouxi was not nervous. On the contrary, he was looking forward to it. He felt that he had congealed a pill, but when he sat down and looked at himself, his body was pitch black, and there was no sign of the pill at all.

There is no way to confirm the realm through the color of the qi pill, so he needs other means to see how much his strength has recovered. The Demon Killing Academy has many eyes and ears, and it is inconvenient to make a move. Niechi should be a good secluded place.

"Yaozhuo...is it very strong?" Wang Erguan asked.

Vice President Sun turned around and scanned their faces slowly.

"Don't be afraid. Those monsters have been sealed for thousands of years, and most of their power has been lost. Now they have been killed for countless rounds, and they are already weak. You have already condensed pills. With your strength, it is more than enough to eliminate the monsters they produced."

Vice President Sun said: "This is just a trial."

"understood."

The boys and girls answered in unison, Lin Shouxi and Ji Luoyang didn't respond, and Wang Erguan was relieved to hear these words.

"Okay, next you have to do two things." Vice President Sun said: "One is to choose a sword scripture, and the other is to choose a sword."

After Vice-Yuan Sun finished speaking, he led them to the depths of the Demon Killing Academy.

In the depths of the courtyard is a woods, a landscape carved out of white bones with bat-like cocoons hanging from it.

There is another door behind the woods, and there is an old woman standing at the door, she is the one who delivers meals to them every day on crutches.

The old woman was motionless, like a dried corpse.

Vice President Sun opened the door with his seal, "Go in, you can come out after the selection is complete."

"Shall we choose ourselves?" Ji Luoyang asked.

"Ah."

"Then... the sword can still be tested, how do we know if a book of swords is suitable for us?" Wang Erguan was in trouble.

"Don't worry, the sword scriptures here are all living things. While you are picking it, it is also picking you. If it is not suitable, then when you open the sword scriptures, it will be blank."

As Vice President Sun said, he closed the door of the scripture storage pavilion.

There was silence in the pavilion, the boys and girls looked at each other, from the ancient courtyard on the cliff all the way to the demon-killing courtyard of the Wu family, what they saw and heard during the process was complicated, and they were pushed here before they could digest it.

Although it is called the Sutra Library here, there is not even a single bookshelf, replaced by hundreds of lamppost-like things.

A book is enshrined on each lamp post, and the color and thickness of the book are different.

Both the sword scripture and the sword are precious things, but they are now at your fingertips, so everyone is not in a hurry, but chatted instead.

"What color are your qi pills now?" Ji Luoyang asked.

"Of course they are all white." Wang Erguan said with a learned look, "Don't look at the fact that there are only five realms between Ningwan and seeing God, but these five realms are all major difficulties. If you want to break through all of them, no one will be able to overcome them." It’s not enough.”

"Aren't we geniuses?"

"No matter how talented you are, it may take more than ten years."

Wang Erguan seemed disappointed, but when he thought that he might become a fairy admired by thousands of people ten years later, his blood surged with excitement.

He can't wait to go back to Wang's house, show off in front of those who looked down on him in the past, and see what kind of faces they have now!
"Sigh, I don't know what state Master Yun is in now." Wang Erguan sighed again.

"It's a fairy." Xiaohe said suddenly, "Renren Yun is a fairy who has seen the gods!"

"What?" Wang Erguan was taken aback, "How do you know?"

"Because when he talked about seeing the gods, his eyes turned golden." Xiaohe said: "My aunt told me that it is one of the symbols of seeing the gods. Even if Master Yun is not a fairy, he is at least half a step away. See God."

Fairy...

This realm is hopeless for them today, it means invincible.

"You always mention your aunt, what realm is your aunt?" Wang Erguan asked curiously.

"My aunt...Although my aunt is not as powerful as Master Yun, she is not weak at all. Squeezing you to death is like crushing an ant." Xiaohe said coldly.

"You're so mean at such a young age, how can you pay it back in the future?" Wang Erguan sneered back after making fun of it.

"Anyway, I won't be mean to senior brother." Xiaohe pursed her lips and smiled.

"Just him? I think you little girl is blind." Wang Erguan glared at Lin Shouxi, and cursed 'little boy' again.

Now that their realm is getting worse and worse, Wang Erguan just waits for Master Yun to completely abandon him, and then finds an excuse to beat him up and vent his anger.

Lin Shouxi listened to their dispute and said nothing.

After coming to this yard, there was always a throbbing in his heart, as if something was waiting for him at the end of the yard.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Xiaohe raised her head slightly, "Brother, don't be discouraged, my aunt told me the truth of accumulation, it is said that the first adult of one of the Three Gods Mountains was only 40 years old when he successfully congealed the pill, but he was white in the morning and red in the evening, Seeing God overnight and rejuvenating has become a true legend in the history of monasticism."

"It's amazing." Lin Shouxi didn't know whether it was true or not, but praised him sincerely.

"Is he also worthy of being compared with the chief?"

Wang Erguan snorted coldly, he was too lazy to quarrel, and strode forward to choose the sword scriptures.

The sword is a precious weapon.

Sword scriptures are far more precious than most martial arts cheats.

In this world, learning martial arts is for fighting between humans, and to kill powerful evil spirits and dragon corpses, one must use a sword painted with divine patterns.

Life and death fights are only in an instant, so the sword scriptures of driving the sword are also very important, the two are indispensable.

Lin Shouxi also went to choose the sword scriptures.

He turned the pages of the book and found that the first book he picked had words.

He read for a while, then turned to the next one.

There are still words.

Lin Shouxi wasn't too surprised, but in order not to let others notice the strangeness, he flipped the pages of the book quickly, looking at ten lines at a glance, pretending to check whether there are words in the book, but actually memorizing all the contents in his heart.

Wang Erguan also flipped through the books one by one, and every time he turned a book, he had to say a word like 'I don't know what is good' or 'I have eyes but no eyes'. After finally finding a book, he finally calmed down and read it carefully.

Ji Luoyang glanced at Wang Erguan, and silently wrote down the title of the book the other party was reading at the moment.

He glanced at Lin Shouxi again, and found that he was just flipping through each book in order, and didn't stay in front of a certain book for too long. After observing for a while, he stopped reading and concentrated on looking for his own.

Lin Shouxi read half of the sword scriptures in the pavilion. He felt a little dizzy in his head, closed his eyes and raised his head after resting his mind for a while.

Just happened to see Xiaohe standing by the window reading a book.

The bright sunlight has quietly turned into a gentle orange color, like the yellowed corners of a book page, it shines in through the gap between the window and the bead curtain, and falls on the girl's cheeks and skirt, drawing distinct lines of light and shadow.

She was caged in such a dim yellow color, and her clever and slender curves became softer and softer.

The girl read the book seriously, and at a certain moment, she also raised her head with a sympathetic heart, and met Lin Shouxi's eyes. The pupils that had always been misty suddenly became clear, like a clear mirror. She was slightly stunned and then smiled. Like a night orchid in bloom.

As if nothing had happened, Lin Shouxi lowered his head, put down the book in his hand, and walked into the deeper shadows.

As the sun sank, the lights hanging on the beams came on one after another.

Wang Erguan didn't let go of every opportunity to show his knowledge.

"Although this lamp is no different from an ordinary paper lantern, its wick is a stone. This kind of stone is called fluorite. It absorbs light during the day and emits light at night, which is very magical."

"Hmm... it's kind of like a pill." Lin Shouxi said.

Ji Luoyang also looked at the stone core lamp for a while, put down the book in his hand, and asked, "Have you all finished choosing?"

"Not yet." Xiaohe shook his head, "I can see the words on more than a dozen books, and I'm still picking."

"Me neither." Lin Shouxi replied, but did not give a reason.

Wang Erguan glanced at him, "I think you can't even see a book, so you're wasting time trying to search here."

"Don't underestimate my senior brother." Xiaohe complained.

"I think you are the only one who thinks highly of him here." Wang Erguan said disdainfully.

Ji Luoyang looked at Wang Erguan, "Did you choose well?"

"Of course." Wang Erguan patted his stomach and muttered, "No one comes in to deliver food. If I don't choose well, I will starve to death."

As Wang Erguan said, he rolled up a book, covered the title, put it in his arms, and entered the next pavilion.

That is the Jiange of the Wu Family.

Lin Shouxi remained unmoved, and when Wang Erguan finished picking out the sword and carried it out, Lin Shouxi was still reading the sword scriptures.

After a while, Ji Luoyang also entered the Jiange. When he came out, he held a simple long sword in his arms.

After they all left, Xiaohe quietly came to Lin Shouxi's side, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, are you really not able to read any of them?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"No, I just care about it." Xiaohe thought for a while, and then said softly: "If you really can't see it, you can make an agreement with me. I secretly memorized two more books. When the time comes, you can take the book and read it." Come on, I'll dictate the above to you."

Lin Shouxi's expression moved slightly. Looking at Xiaohe's bright and flawless face, he didn't know if it was true or fake.

"Junior sister is bothering."

"No." Xiaohe smiled softly: "I don't think these can compare to the Baixueliuyun sword scriptures taught to me by my senior brother, and my aunt also taught me the sword skills. Although these are exquisite, they will not be regarded as the core sword skills. Go practice."

"The Baixue Liuyun Sword Sutra is still short of three styles. In the next few days, I will teach it to you." Lin Shouxi said.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Xiao He smiled with her eyes bent.

"Well, if Junior Sister is ready, go get the sword first, and I'll read the sword scriptures."

"Okay, brother, don't be too reluctant."

Xiaohe rolled up a thin volume of sword scriptures, held it in her hand, and then also walked into the sword pavilion.

It was not until Xiaohe finished picking up the sword and walked out that Lin Shouxi finally finished reading the last volume of the sword scripture. Reading the sword scripture was very exhausting, and when he put down the scroll, his face turned pale.

Lin Shouxi picked up a volume of books and walked into the Jiange, just passing by Xiaohe.

"I'll wait for you outside." Xiaohe said.

"it is good."

As soon as Fang stepped into the Jiange, Lin Shouxi felt the cold light blowing towards his face.

The Jiange is a rectangular building, with ghosts and demons wrapped in chains in the middle, and dozens of swords are nailed to their limbs. Swords are also inserted in other places in the house. There are wooden sticks on the side of each sword. The name and life of the owner of this sword in the past are written on the signature.

Lin Shouxi walked into the pavilion, his gaze skipped over the smooth or notched sword edge, the half-unsheathed sword reflected the figure of the young man in white Taoist clothes, and they all let out a low buzzing sound.

As he walked, it was as if he was walking in a meadow full of chirping grass on a summer night.

Lin Shouxi walked straight to the center of the Jiange. He raised his head and looked at the black ghost full of sharp edges and corners.

The evil spirit was also staring at him, its pupils glowed red, its thin throat moved, and it let out a frightening roar.

Lin Shouxi felt that this ghost was very similar to the little ghosts who were lying on the window during the rainstorm that day.

The ghost kept struggling, trying to eat the boy in front of him, but the long tongue stuck out, but there was still some distance.

Lin Shouxi observed the ghost queen for a while, and then began to look for a sword that suited him.

Every sword here is a famous sword. Over the long years, they have cut off the bodies of many evil creatures and pierced the hearts of many monsters. Now they are displayed here, and they have not drank blood for a long time, but their sharpness has not been restrained at all. .

Lin Shouxi pulled out several swords to look at them, and finally stopped in front of a simple-looking ancient sword.

The spine of the ancient sword is straight, the edge is as sharp as new, except for the kui pattern on the sword, it has no extra decorations. It seems that because of the long silence, its killing intent is condensed on the blade, and it has accumulated into a fierce light.

Its length is very similar to the 'death certificate' that Master passed on to me, simple enough and sharp enough.

He likes this sword very much.

He glanced at the origin of the sword and was a little surprised.

This sword was actually brought into the Wu family by Master Yun, and it went through two generations of masters, but those two generations of masters were short-lived.

Just as Lin Shouxi was about to pull out the sword, the palpitations he felt when he first entered the Sutra Pavilion came again.

He touched his chest, then turned sideways, looking into the shadows deeper in the Jiange.

He walked in that direction.

This quaint long sword had just begun to have spirituality, and it hummed twice, as if wondering why this young man would give up on himself.

Passing through the long road full of sword energy, Lin Shouxi walked into the dimly lit depths.

The roar of ghosts sounded intermittently behind him, as if warning him not to move forward.

Lin Shouxi wanted to stop many times.

But it seemed that a hand was pushing him from behind, and he followed the guidance and walked forward without stopping.

There is a sword at the end of the road.

He saw the sword.

The sword was on the table, half out of its sheath, the body of the sword was as clear as water, and the sword was not imprinted with divine patterns. When he approached, the sword sounded faintly as if seeing an old friend.

This is not his 'death certificate'.

But he still recognized the sword.

This is Mu Shijing's sword - Zhan Gong.

(End of this chapter)