Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 159 Tangxi Changes Owner
Mo Chuan, who escaped into the void with the method of refining gods and controlling qi, can see clearly that Han Mancang, the Ghost Shadow Sword, is old-fashioned, but he has a mortal body with naked eyes, but the iron sword in his hand is really amazing!

Under the mottled rust, the sword light is hidden, and a little true spirit is conceived in it, which can be described as invisible like an elephant.

It's like a thing that lasts for a long time.

But if it is said that dead things become spirits, it can take the initiative to hunt down the enemy, and its angle is tricky, just like a master of swordsmanship!
Shi Gong, who is also a dead thing into a spirit, if he had this ability, would he still need to beg him?

These details are the root cause of Mo Chuan's exchange of money for treasures.

At this time, Han Mancang, who was told the truth about the "Ghost Shadow Sword" by Mo Chuan, had a terrified expression, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Immortal...how did you see it?"

Han Mancang's tone was difficult, and before Mo Chuan could answer, he sighed again: "Immortal Elder, if you are like an immortal, your eyes are as bright as a torch! With this Tangxi sword, the little old man crossed the five mountains and crossed the five mountains. Many yellow-crowned Buddhist disciples have never been seen through, but unexpectedly broke their golden bodies on Jiazi's birthday, when they were full of life ambitions..."

Mo Chuan remained silent, listening to Han Mancang's emotion.

While sighing, Han Mancang picked up the Tangxi sword, and looked at it carefully from beginning to end—even though he was very familiar with every grain of rust and every pattern on it.

He was moved.

At this point in life, there is already nothing to ask for, except for the dragon chair on the temple and the priesthood of the Jiuxiaoyun Palace.

Therefore, what Mo Chuan said was exactly what he wanted.

But he still has concerns.

"Without this Tangxi Sword, there will be no Wuling Ghost Shadow Sword!" Han Mancang sighed.

What he said was vague, but Mo Chuan understood.

It's not so much that he was burdened by fame, but that Han Mancang's great reputation was ultimately built on this Tangxi sword.

If there is no sword, the enemy will find it, what is the solution?

"Don't worry too much, old man. Daoist methods are far superior to ordinary martial arts. With the help of five grain meals, you can reach the peak of your physical body in a year and a half. After three to five years of hard work, it is not a problem to play against martial arts masters. What's more, There are still three tiger hairs left in Pindao, if they are really besieged by masters, with the power of a tiger, it will be easy to save people."

Mo Chuan thoughtfully said.

This is also the fundamental reason why he listed the Three Jewels first.

Han Mancang became more and more excited when he heard the words, and his thoughts turned back and forth. He stood up and cupped his hands and said, "If you want to change the sword, the little old man has another request."

Mo Chuan said: "Speak!"

Han Mancang said with a straight face: "Please give me a sword!"

When the sound fell, the sword ming shot at the void, illuminating the traces of evil.

A little bit of cold light hit the face.

Mo Chuan didn't move, but Han Mancang's expression changed drastically.

This sword pierced out like a quagmire, the air in front of his eyes was as thick as pulp, making his ghostly name no longer exist!
Before he could make a move, the Tangxi sword suddenly turned around, dragged his old body, drew an arc, and pierced Mo Chuan's armpit at a tricky angle.

However, no matter how Ren Jian turned around, within three steps of Mo Chuan's body, he was always as sticky as a puddle.

Even though it is as fast as lightning, it has become like a goose and a duck, like a crutch for an old man.

Seeing this, Han Mancang was not angry but happy.

The reason why he suddenly drew his sword was to test Mo Chuan's moisture.

The rivers and lakes are deep, so be careful with your steps.

As a famous master of swordsmanship in the Five Ridges, do you really think that you can get out of it just by fighting?

Therefore, even though Mo Chuan's demonstration of the Three Treasures seemed like a fairy trick, he still had doubts and wanted to draw his sword to try it out.

Now that the fineness has come out, he puts the sword back into its sheath.

All this is tedious, but in fact it is just a snap of the fingers.

The dust and haze have not dissipated, and the sword has returned to its sheath.

"The Immortal Elder, don't blame the little old man for being ambiguous. The rivers and lakes are really deep, and we have to guard against it. I hope the Immortal Elder will be tolerant." Han Mancang bowed his hands and apologized.

"No problem!" Mo Chuan waved his hand.

"The little old man doesn't understand. With the supernatural powers of immortals, it's easy to grab a sword, so why spend a lot of money for a sword?" Han Mancang asked curiously again.

"Cultivating the Tao also requires cultivating the mind. Don't betray the Three Lights and others, and don't bully the gods or the poor. This is the way to cultivate the mind!"

"I've been taught, and I invite the fairy elder to take the sword!"

Han Mancang took a deep breath, held the Tangxi sword in both hands and bowed to offer it.

Mo Chuan nodded and took it with both hands.

He didn't check his sword impatiently, but lifted his cloak and sat down, calmly imparting Taoism.

The method of worshiping fighting is the Tao of Chen, which is dismantled from the Tao of Three Scenery.

In other words, the Taoism of the Three Scenes is a combination of the two Scenes of Ben and the Dou.

Therefore, the difficulty of teaching the Dharma is greatly reduced.

However, even so, Han Mancang was old and frail after all, and it seemed very difficult to learn Taoism.

Mo Chuan taught all night, and Han Mancang barely got a clue.

But the crucial morsel has not been bitten yet.

Mo Chuan didn't want to wait, so he simply left two volumes of Daoist scriptures, saying: "Pindao has already explained one by one about the key points of practice. Fellow Daoists, please think carefully, and don't rush for quick success. After seven days, I will come to visit you again."

Han Mancang hastily cupped his hands and said, "Let the elder take care of you."

Mo Chuan nodded, and then took out a seven-star sword from the sacrificial stove, and blew lightly on his lips.

With a mouthful of [spraying] technique, the Seven Star Sword suddenly changed its shape, turning into Tangxi Sword.

"This handle of Fantie is given to a fellow Taoist, not only as a souvenir, but also to block the eyes and ears of the world."

Mo Chuan presented "Fantie Tangxi Sword".

"The fairy is thoughtful."

Han Mancang reached out to take it, and sighed in his heart, he really met a master of Taoism.

"Farewell!"

Mo Chuan clasped his sword and was about to turn around and leave.

"Om-"

Unexpectedly, the Tangxi sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword came out three inches, and a flash of sword light flashed by. Han Mancang suddenly covered his left eye, and fell into the seat with a "plop".

"Ok?"

Mo Chuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

——The Tangxi sword came out of its sheath by itself, and hurt the old master with the light of the sword!

He deliberately opened his mouth to explain, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Han Mancang, who was sitting on the chair, was panting, put down his palms with a complicated face, and looked up at the Tangxi Sword in Mo Chuan's hand.

At this time, the pupil of his left eye had already dilated unnaturally, resembling the eye of a corpse, and was already blind.

"I know you have resentment! The name of the ghost belongs to you, not me. After careful comparison, you are the master, and I am just a boy holding a sword. I sold you, which is no different from betraying the master. I deserve to gouge out my eyes." !"

"However, as the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero, and red powder is given to a beautiful woman. In my hands, you will eventually lose your talent."

"Today, the Immortal Elder pays a lot of money to seek the sword. It is not only my chance, but also your fairy fate. If this is the case, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes and go our separate ways."

Han Mancang looked at Tangxi Sword and said with a trace of guilt.

"Crack!"

The Tangxi sword that was three inches out of its sheath suddenly fell out of its sheath and returned to silence.

Mo Chuan said nothing, cupped his hands, turned and left.

"Also please treat this sword kindly!"

Han Mancang shouted loudly, and after finishing speaking, he knelt on the ground with a "plop", and knocked four times in a row with a sound like a drum.

I don't know if he is begging Mo Chuan?

Still kneeling in Tangxi.

Looking up again, the red sun is just emerging, the sun is shining slightly, and the courtyard with the morning light is already empty.

After a while, the Han Family Village, which had been silent all night, finally became noisy. I don't know how many servants and swordsmen rushed in in panic.

Waiting to see the dilapidated dormitory, the ghost sword is holding an iron sword, intact.

One by one finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They are no strangers to vendettas in the rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)