That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 387: The Sword Named Shuangtian Xiaojiao

It's a pity that Qingchen didn't want to reveal too many secrets, so he walked straight into the stone gate after speaking.

Xu Beiyou also hurriedly followed.

Go down the stairs without encountering any twists and turns, and come to the underground palace under the tower smoothly.

In the underground palace, there is a sitting statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, wearing a crown, holding a tin stick in one hand, and placing the other on his knee. In his palm, there is a golden bodhi seed. It is supposed to be the bodhi seed of Buddha.

Qingchen came to the statue of Ksitigarbha, directly stretched out his hand to take the bodhi seed into his palm, pinched it between his two fingers and played with it carefully.

Xu Beiyou didn't step forward, but turned his head to look around. He could vaguely see that the underground palace occupies a large area. This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue is only at the front of the underground palace, and there is still a lot of space behind it.

Qing Chen held the bodhi seed in his palm, and his face was shrouded in a layer of golden aura, shining brightly.

Xu Beiyou saw that he seemed to be in the posture of cultivating in samadhi, so he didn't bother him, walked over the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and walked deep into the underground palace.

After walking for about half a stick of incense, a huge sword pierced into the ground by more than a foot came into view.

The huge sword is more than a foot wide, and its whole body is frosty white, but it seems that there is a seal on the sword, and there is no escape of sword energy, and no psychic sword spirit, just like a dead thing.

After Xu Beiyou pondered for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. His hand was cold, and nothing happened.

With a little force, he pulled out the whole sword easily, and there was no drama where the underground palace began to collapse. Everything was as usual, only the slight sound of the sword edge rubbing against the ground echoed in the underground palace.

Xu Beiyou raised the huge sword with one hand and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Qing Chen appeared behind him at some point, and said flatly, "This sword is the sword Shuang Tian Xiaojiao, which belonged to the Sword Emperor Zhang Chongguang back then. After several twists and turns, it was actually placed here by Xiao Yu."

Sure enough, Xu Beiyou found four ancient seal characters on the sword body above the escaping sword.

The Buddha Bodhi had already been put into Qing Chen's sleeve. He looked at the Xiaoshuang Xiaojiao in Xu Beiyou's hand, and said slowly: "Forty-eight of the swords made by the Confucian sages are named after the calligraphy cards. Among them, there are twenty-four of the double characters. The three characters are twelve, the four characters are eight, and the five characters are four. Among them, when the five characters and four swords were just cast, they caused earthquakes and destroyed them with a catastrophe. Therefore, the four characters became the first. Of the four swords that were destroyed by the Heavenly Tribulation, the remaining 44 swords were either damaged or lost, out of ten to seven or eight, there were only two swords left for those with four characters, which were Bu Suanziman and Shuangtian Xiaojiao."

Xu Beiyou asked suspiciously: "I remember that the senior used this sword to exchange the Seven Kills Sword from the master, but why did this sword appear here again?"

Qingchen said flatly: "Shuangtian Xiaojiao was originally a thing of Jianzong, and the reason why it fell into the hands of Daoist sects was because of the 40th year of Zhengming's Xuandu discussion. In that discussion, Jianzong Zhang Chongguang and poor Daoist brother Weichen Zhang Chongguang was defeated by Wei Chen in a fight, and left the sword at the Daoist Sword Peak, and later Pindao took out the sword and made a deal with Shangguan Xianchen, and Shuangtian Xiaojiao was considered to be returned to its original owner."

Before Xu Beiyou could ask a question, Qingchen continued: "Later, in the first battle of Hanzhong, Zhang Chongguang fought against Weichen for the second time. In terms of cultivation, this junior brother, Pindao, was second only to Zichen, Pindao and Tian. Chen and the three of them, so Zhang Chongguang died on the spot without leaving any bones, the sword fell into the hands of Weichen, and Weichen passed it on to Xiao Yu."

Xu Beiyou was speechless.

Of course he knew that this senior of the Sword Sect was not only the uncle of his master Gongsun Zhongmou, but also the direct uncle of his mother Zhang Xueyao. He resolutely joined Jianzong, so he was called the Sword Emperor by the world.

It's just that this sword emperor is somewhat misnamed, he has a big name, but his own talent is limited, and he has stopped at Jian Thirty in his life. Not to mention being compared with his master Shangguan Xianchen, even he is far behind his master Gongsun Zhongmou.

Qingchen pointed to the Shuangtian Xiaojiao in Xu Beiyou's hand, "There is a human emperor's luck attached to this sword, which should be restricted by Xiao Yu himself back then. As for the effect of this restriction, Pindao can't say much now , but you are the heir of the Sword Sect, so if this sword falls into your hands, it can be regarded as a coincidence."

Xu Beiyou was a bit aggressive and said, "Can senior break the restriction on the sword?"

Qing Chen shook his head and said: "If the poor Taoists try their best, they can do it, but it will damage the Taoism too much, it's not worth it."

Xu Beiyou stroked Shuangtian Xiaojiao's sword lightly, and sighed, "Isn't that no different from scrap copper and rotten iron?"

Qing Chen said inscrutablely: "I don't think so, this sword may be a chance between you and the Xiao family, if you want to marry a girl from the Xiao family, you should keep this sword away."

Xu Beiyou was shocked and said: "Senior, can you even know about this?"

Qing Chen smiled and said: "The way of the poor Taoist, as long as it is not related to the poor Taoist himself, other things are just at hand."

Xu Beiyou couldn't help sighing: "Sitting behind closed doors at home, you can also know the world's affairs, and you are talking about seniors."

For Xu Beiyou's flattery, Qingchen laughed it off.

He turned to the layman, "It's time to go."

Outside the Buddhist temple, half of the river was blocked by Qingchen's vast atmosphere, and it had piled up like a mountain, while the other half of the river was completely dry, exposing the sediment on the river bed.

The Dragon King had already broken free from Qing Chen's tricks, came to the bank of the Han River, and looked at the Buddha's palm.

When he saw that the five fingers of the Buddha's palm were cut off at the waist, his eyes were sad, and he knew that it was probably hard to find that Buddhist treasure.

If the person who came was Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun, he would dare to fight even if he gave up his life, but the person who came was Qingchen, which made it difficult for him to even think about giving up his life, it is indeed Qingchen's cultivation level It's really too high, Qingchen had been merciful before, if he didn't know what to do, he would have lost his life in vain.

After a while, the eight ghosts that trapped Li Qingyu disappeared, and the eight flag gates turned back into eight Xuanfans and disappeared out of thin air.

The embarrassed Li Qingyu came not far from the Dragon King, and said with a wry smile: "As expected of the Daoist Master Qingchen who is helpless, this level of cultivation is undoubtedly above the eighteenth floor."

The Dragon King said slowly: "The poor monk once heard the abbot say that this great Daoist Qingchen has cut three corpses and pulled out nine worms. He is only half a step away from living immortals. In the world, only Linglong The Daoist master of the pagoda is sure to win, the poor monk thought that the abbot was exaggerating, but seeing him today, he knows that his words are true."

Just as the two of them were talking, the air mechanism that originally blocked the river suddenly disappeared, and the immeasurable river crashed down, the sound exploded, and the waves rolled tens of feet high.

That is to say, both of them are in the form of earth immortals. If they were replaced by ordinary human immortals, they would be directly drawn into the river, and even if their lives were safe, they would lose half of their lives.

The clothes of the two were soaked, but they still did not move half a step.

Immediately afterwards, a blue rainbow soared into the sky from the Buddhist temple, without stopping at all, it went straight into the sky and disappeared.

The Buddha's palm, which had lost five fingers, was still supporting the Buddhist temple and began to sink slowly.

In a short while, the Buddhist temple sank to the bottom of the Hanshui River again.

Li Qingyu said with emotion: "This young master of the Sword Sect really has a great chance. He has entered Qingchen's eyes and can enter the temple together."

The Dragon King shook his head and said, "It's hard to say what the gains and losses will be in exchange for this opportunity to be regarded as a thorn in the flesh by such a big Daoist sect."

Wait until the river calms down again.

A figure emerged from the bottom of the water.

White hair.

(End of this chapter)