Fairy, would you like to be my lackey?

Chapter 10 is all about selling the saint

Speaking of Jian Zong, we have to mention his sect structure.

As the best game of the year, the game details of "Jiuchuan Lu" are quite detailed, including the structure of the sect and the setting of the realm.

As one of the nine sects in the world, the high-level monks in Jianzong are far from comparable to those second-rate sects on the rivers and lakes. Fifth-level martial arts practitioners like Ye Que can hardly be regarded as elders in Jianzong
The sword-wielding elder Su Jiming mentioned was one of the few elders of the Sword Sect. A sword cultivator in the seventh realm was qualified to open a separate copy for him in the game, and even more so in the world of martial arts. A big boss.

And this Jianzong incident happened to be inseparably related to this sword-wielding elder.

He was the one who discovered the Zongmen's tomb, he was the one who ordered the search for Xia Qianqing's traces, and he was the one who wanted to break the seal of the Mingpin Dharma Sword.

Such a careerist who is good at making opinions is a perfect trading partner.

Su Jiming was not worried that the other party would not see him, because what he told the Sword Sect disciple just now happened to be the method to untie the life-grade magic sword.

Regardless of whether the forces hiding behind the scenes have informed the other party of this method, what I said just now is enough to show my intention.

Sure enough, after waiting for about 5 minutes, the Sword Sect disciple who went to report the matter rushed back, bowed to the carriage, and then said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, please come with me."

On the high platform, a skinny old man wearing a simple sword robe sat cross-legged alone. He was surrounded by empty stone tiles, and in front of him was a dark iron sword, stained with rust.

The old man closed his eyes and sat quietly, as if disconnected from everything around him, only he and the rusty sword around him were communicating quietly.

With the flow of his breathing and Qi, these rusty swords seemed to be given life and began to tremble slightly. However, soon the swords began to crack, as if they could not withstand the pressure and were struggling on the edge of breaking.

The next moment, the skinny old man frowned slightly, and his originally calm face showed a trace of disappointment.The trembling of the sword also stopped little by little along with his emotions.

At this moment, a respectful voice came from behind him,
"Elder, people have already arrived."

Although the voice was soft, it broke the silence in the air.

Hearing the sound, the skinny old man turned around slowly, his gown fluttering gently in the wind.

He looked in the direction where the sound came from, where the disciples of the Sword Sect who brought Su Jiming were saluting respectfully, and behind him were Su Jiming and Ye Que.

Seeing the visitor, the skinny old man's eyes changed again. He moved his eyes slowly, like an eagle watching its prey. Contradictory emotions flowed in his eyes, as if he was weighing and exploring something.
He quietly stared at the uninvited prince of the Duke's mansion.

That is, the moment the skinny old man's eyes fell on him, Su Jiming felt a chill in his heart, as if all the secrets in his heart had been seen through.

The next moment, the fate effects of [Breathing Concealment] and [Mystery] were operating at the same time, and this feeling disappeared.

The skinny old man couldn't help but frowned, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The night bird beside him seemed to feel the pressure as well, staring at the skinny old man in front of him.

The strength of the seventh realm is placed in the court, and it is a party member, and the coercion that is only leaked makes Ye Que be on guard.

Sensing the emotion of the girl beside him, Su Jiming squeezed the girl's hand calmly, as if to comfort her.

Yeque's body trembled uncontrollably, but after realizing that it was the actions of the person beside him, he quickly relaxed, pursed his lips, and his expression was no longer as nervous as before.

Withdrawing his gaze, the skinny old man asked in a calm tone.

"The prince said that the prince's intention to cooperate with Jianzong is the prince's intention. Or, that person's intention?"

Su Jiming was a little surprised by the straightforward attitude of the elder holding the sword.

As a sword cultivator of the seventh realm, the sword-wielding elder actually doesn't have much fear of Su Jiming's identity as the son of the Duke's Mansion. What he cares more about is the person Su Jiming represents
——Duke of the current dynasty.

That's why his first sentence was to ask the other party if he made his own claim.

However, Su Jiming didn't answer directly, he just smiled and said:

"Since I came here with the title of Guo Gong's Palace, it naturally means Guo Gong's Palace."

When the skinny old man heard this, he didn't ask any more questions, and his eyes looked at Su Jiming with a hint of separation.

Regardless of how the other party knew that Jianzong was searching for the news about Xia Qianqing, the saint of the Lingzong, the few words the other party brought to him were enough to explain a lot of things.

There are very few people who know the tomb of Jianzong, let alone know the way to break the seal. Even he got the news about the sword of fate from a group of mysterious people at first, and what Su Jiming said before coming Those words are exactly the same as those mysterious people told him.

You must know that the reputation of the ignorant son of the Duke's Mansion is well-known throughout Bianzhou, but now he doesn't look like a dude at all.

Jianzong cultivates Jianxin, and Jianxin refines his Dharma Eye. As a sword cultivator at the seventh level, ordinary people's emotional fluctuations cannot escape his Dharma Eye.

Even the little girl in the fifth realm who followed the prince of the Duke's Mansion could clearly see her mood changes at a glance.

But it was Su Jiming who obviously had no cultivation, yet he couldn't see through him.

What is the relationship between him and those mysterious people?
The skinny old man narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:
"The prince said he wanted to give me a gift from Jianzong, but what is it?"

"I heard that the Sword Sect found a life-grade magic sword, but it couldn't be opened due to restrictions."

After saying this, Su Jiming paused:
"On the ninth day of the ninth day, the cranes are in autumn, and the tattoos are poured with spiritual blood, as a sacrifice to the soul"

"I think senior should know the meaning of this sentence, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to talk to senior here."

The skinny old man didn't answer, but the rusty sword behind him couldn't help trembling, and the coercion that made the rusty sword whine softly radiated from his body.

The Yeque next to him suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but Su Jiming seemed not to be affected at all, and said to himself:
"If you want to unlock the restriction, you must find someone with the blood of the Spirit Lord. Use his blood to water the formation."

"If I guess correctly, that person is Xia Qianqing, the saint of the Ling Sect, right?"

As Su Jiming's words fell, the skinny old man's expression became more and more elusive. The coercion around him had reached its peak at this time, and the cracks on the rusty sword continued to expand.

He asked calmly:
"What does the son mean?"

Seeing the other party asking, Su Jiming showed a smile:
"What I mean is that the Sword Sect doesn't have to spend so much effort."

He got straight to the point and said:
"Xia Qianqing is in my hand"

"I don't know what price Jianzong is willing to pay to buy her?"

- Click.

As the sound fell, the Rusty Sword completely shattered.

The skinny old man finally couldn't maintain his demeanor, showing a stunned expression.

(End of this chapter)