I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Depend on!"

Once again the bard fled in panic, into another nook and cranny.

"Peng!"

The falling stone fell from the sky, almost killing him, but was caught by a hand that was as warm as jade.

"Be careful."

This warm and magnetic sound is heart-wrenching.

The bard raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of surprise. At some point in front of him, there was a man wearing a jade crown, dressed in a white robe, dressed as a prosperous scholar, about twenty-seven or eight years old.

The man has a clean and white face, full of heaven, eyes shining like stars, nose straight and straight, lips like jade, plump and handsome, with a refined temperament.

"More, more life-saving grace."

The bard was stunned. Such a handsome man must have a lot of history.

He had no choice but to take out a dirty apple from his arms and hand it over.

"Eat, eat?"

"What is this?" The scholar looked with a smile with starlight in his eyes.

"Pings, apples, things that only exist in the mundane world, are light and easy to eat in the spiritual world..." The bard stammered.

The scholar glanced at the black stains on the apple without leaving a trace, smiled and declined, looked at the long street, and pointedly said: "What you said, you have extraordinary knowledge, how can you end up in such a field?"

"Oh my God!" The bard pulled the vegetable leaves above his head, and was moved to tears, "Is someone finally understanding me? Are you willing to believe what I said, it's all true?"

"Well." The scholar nodded slightly.

The bard cried out again with a "wow", hugging the scholar's thigh, wiping his nose while awake and complaining, the bitter water poured out as if he couldn't spit it out:

"I suffer!

"After so many years, I finally met a bosom friend, the profession of 'poet' is really not a human being.

"Anyway, I was also the old man who wrote the "Ten Zunza" ballad back then, and I was at the same world-famous level as the spiritual masters of that era.

"I didn't expect that the times have changed, I can't even earn money, I want to be full...

The bard picked up the apple, held a clean vegetable leaf, bit it viciously, and said sadly, "It has to be done this way!"

Scholar: "…"

He finally pulled his legs out of the desolate poet's arms, and he didn't care about the strange liquid on his clothes. He frowned and said, "You made the song 'Ten Zunza'?"

"It's me!" The bard raised his head, patted his chest, his eyes brightened, "How about it, catchy?"

"It's quite Lang Lang..." The scholar hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "But is the order wrong? For example, why is the first one not the same as the last one, and why the second one is not the last one, and the order is changed?"

"Ah this?" The bard was startled, panic flashing across his face.

Over the years, he has indeed been beaten by many people because of the order of the "Ten Zunza" ballads.

For example, in the sentence "Qui Leihan, the eight masters, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable and the sky", in the Eastern Sword God Heaven, there are too many people who think that the "eight masters" should be ranked first.

But it can't be changed!

I thought that now I have met a bosom friend, and I can talk about some interesting things from the past, but I never thought that this scholar dressed up as a good talker was also struggling with the order and position of the ten seats.

"What's wrong with that?"

The bard stretched his head, trying hard not to let his momentum weaken, and retorted: "Besides, there is really no way to change it. Once the position is changed, I can't make it up!"

The scholar was choked for a moment.

"Limited ability, hehe, forgive me..." Seeing that this rich scholar had no urge to hit others, the bard laughed at himself and ate the apple again.

"The benefactor should have a question to ask before he found me?" He quickly raised his eyes again, because he didn't believe that someone would rescue a dirty person like him for no reason at all.

"Yeah." The scholar nodded.

"There is nothing to say without knowing, and there is nothing to say." The bard said.

The scholar pointed to Changjie with a smile, and said, "What you said there is very insightful. I want to ask you, do you still know the whereabouts of the fifth gate of the Sky City, the 'Qilin Gate', which is also the 'Void Gate'?"

"Uh." The bard's expression froze this time, "I don't know..."

"I really don't know, still can't say it, dare not say it?" The scholar did not give up, and asked curiously.

The sincere expression on his face really made it impossible to lie. The bard gritted his teeth and responded seriously:

"Don't hide it from my benefactor, if you want me to know, even if it's a specific location on Guizhe Holy Mountain, I'll point it out to you, because I'm not afraid of death...

"But now, I really don't know, I'm just a bard who can only rhetoric, otherwise I wouldn't be like this..."

He looked helpless, and his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life after being tortured by life.

The scholar frowned slightly, and his face was so delicate that he said, "Then do you know there are other ways to enter Void Island besides these five gates?"

Void Island... The bard chewed on the word and glanced at the person in front of him in surprise, thinking that you have an extraordinary origin.

But he did not show any abnormality and replied seriously: "Yes, as long as the benefactor finds the Void Order, he can enter the Sky City!"

The scholar was helpless: "I just don't have a void order..."

"Then there is another way!" The bard racked his brains and wanted to give the benefactor a return, saying: "There is a sixth door in this world, which allows the benefactor to enter the city of the sky effortlessly, even offering sacrifices. No ceremony is required."

"Oh? What is it?" The scholar was quite interested.

"The Gate of Time and Space!"

After the bard finished speaking heavily, he sighed again:

"But the benefactor should not be found. The 'Gate of Time and Space' has the ability to travel through all time and space. If there is no accident, it should be sealed in the forbidden area of ​​the 'Negative Gate Family' in the Central Territory.

"I have all my opinions, but I don't have the slightest practical ability to help my benefactor. I'm really sorry."

After the scholar heard it, he fell into contemplation.

"Your words awakened some of my memories...

"The gate of time and space should not be in the negative gate family anymore..."

he murmured.

After a long time, he lowered his head again, took off a small ornament on his neck that was passed through with a black thread, and handed it over to ask, "Do you recognize this thing?"

The bard took the trinket and found that it was a small wooden wither the size of two thumb nails, and the workmanship was extremely rough.

door-like.

The words "space-time" are engraved with crooked characters on it.

"…"

Seeing this, the alley suddenly fell into a dead silence.

After a long time, the bard held the wooden imitation and looked up at the scholar, wanting to see if the other side was joking.

However, he found that the scholar looked back with an extremely serious and curious look, and the expression on his face was full of real curiosity.

what does it mean!

The bard was mad when he saw this, his expression became unnatural, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "If my knowledge didn't appear... um, if it's disordered, it... shouldn't be the 'gate of time and space'? It's like a talisman. The... fake?"

The hope on the scholar's face suddenly turned to disappointment.

The bard looked shocked.

What kind of rare creature is this?

Did you not accept the influence of worldly darkness when you grew up so big?

How can you be so naive?

Dare to hand it over by touching a piece of wood, and being so serious... What absurd answer are you expecting me to give!

Watching the book business sluggishly retract the door, the bard felt a sudden sense of powerlessness.

"correct."

He seemed to have thought of something, no longer entangled in the matter just now, he also chewed the apple core and swallowed it, solemnly said:

"I haven't asked the benefactor's name yet. I can't help you with anything else, but if the benefactor wants to gain some fame, I can help you write a poem or something and spread it."

"Similar to the 'Dog Baby Poem'?" The scholar said with a smile as he tied back his treasured pendant.

"Uh!" The bard's expression froze, and he scratched his head, "That's just my strength... the tip of the iceberg!"

"No need." The scholar waved his hand to refuse, and took a step to leave.

"The benefactor can't let me not even have a name to repay the kindness?" The bard shouted at his back.

This made the scholar pause in his footsteps.

But he didn't look back, his tone was casual: "If you want to repay, you can repay, but you can repay your kindness in your heart. I don't seek worldly fame... Besides, my name is Void Hate."

Spare hate?

The bard was holding the vegetable leaf, thinking that this is really a name that is second to none.

But as soon as he thought about it, a good sentence appeared, which was completely different from the usual need to meditate.

The article is born by nature, and it is obtained by a clever hand.

The bard doesn't care either. When he has this kind of literary thoughts from time to time, he immediately shook his head and chanted:

"What do you think of this sentence? It will definitely help you spread your fame...

"Yuezui~Drinking~Free...uh!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The bard seemed to have thought of something, Tong Kong shrank, and his calf began to tremble.

When he looked up again, the man in front of him, dressed as a scholar, had disappeared without a trace.

Staring at the alley, then sweeping towards the alley, then looking up at the sky, and finally at the ground...

The bard pursed his lips and stared in disbelief.

"Spare Hate?"

"Is he the spare hate?"

…

A cloudy place.

In the original impression, it should be a fairyland.

It is worth seeing the ruined tall stone monument, the wall panels of ancient buildings full of traces of the vicissitudes of the years, and the road full of moss that no one has stepped on...

The swordsman Gu Qingyi fell into deep thought.

He froze in place for a full quarter of an hour.

However, what lingered in his mind was still the question that had arisen when he first arrived here.

"What the **** is this place?"

Everything has changed since the deep sea opened the ancient door.

After Gu Qing was pulled into the ancient gate, it seemed like he had entered another world.

It's not that he doesn't want to go, but it's a bit difficult, and his mind is a little chaotic, so he has to stop and think about something.

The gravity of this place is at least a hundred times that of the Holy Spirit Continent, and the swordsman is so weak that it is difficult to move.

The deep sea forbidden law enchantment is gone, which means that this place should not be in the deep sea, and Gu Qingyi can also use the little bit of spirit energy from the sea of ​​​​qi.

But these made him even more puzzled.

"Is that a portal?

"What should I do now?

"Second Junior Brother is still waiting for me on Guyin Cliff. He won't be tired of waiting and scolding me, will he? The communicator is also useless, and the Master seems to be unable to contact...

"What the **** is this place!"

The feeling of loneliness pervades the mottled streets of the ancient city.

Gu Qingyi faintly felt that this feeling was a little familiar.

He was finally startled.

Because when I was in the Eastern Sky King City, I also had this weird feeling whenever I looked up at the sky city that covered the sky.

"Isn't it, this is the city in the sky?

"Void Island? Outer Islands?"

A look of shock flashed across Gu Qing's face.

He couldn't imagine that the door in the deepest place in the deep sea would be connected to the Void Island at the very high point of the sky.

The two, at their extremes, seem to never be able to intersect.

But now it seems...

Absurd, isn't it a true portrayal of all the people and things that happened in the Eastern Sky King City after the city in the sky appeared?

"Got to move..."

He lifted his pace heavily, but Gu Qingyi didn't run to the distance immediately, but made it hard to reach the stone tablet in Mohu a dozen steps away.

He hesitated, stretched out his hand, and wanted to wipe the moss and dust off the stone tablet, but felt that this might be dangerous.

"Keng!"

The evil sword Yuelian was pulled out slightly, the sword body was only a finger away from the scabbard, and the cutting sound of "chichichi" sounded in the void.

Then the sword was put back into its sheath, and the dust and moss on the stone tablet rolled down, revealing its true appearance.

"Void Island!"

Three big characters completely shattered Gu Qingyi's last hope.

He was a little happy, but also a little anxious.

The joy is the city in the sky, everyone yearns for it, and if you get there first, you will be able to find more opportunities.

What I worry about is that I have entered this ghost place, but on the premise that there is no way to return home, even if I get more opportunities, what if I die on the Void Island with me?

Gu Qing, who was walking with difficulty, passed the Void Island stone tablet while thinking.

After a while, he stopped, because he saw the back of the stone tablet that he climbed high, and there were many scrawled scratches on the back.

When I took a closer look, it was densely packed with many...names?

As soon as Gu Qing didn't know it, he ignored it.

But at such a glance, in addition to those he didn't know, he could see many story characters that only appeared in ancient times.

"Hua Weiyang, Chengxue, Xiaohei, Feng Wuhen...

"God! What does this mean? Have all these kendo seniors been here before?"

Gu Qing looked horrified.

If you are outsiders, you may not recognize these names.

But he is the next generation successor of Sword Burial Tomb. Kendo is not only learned, he also understands the history of Kendo.

It is rumored that there are nine sword saints under the seat of the Eastern Region Sword God Lonely Shadow.

Among them, Hua Weiyang, the Great Sword Saint, has extremely high attainments in fantasy swordsmanship, and even innovates, almost surpassing Sword God.

And the few remaining...

City snow city snow, admiring the city snow.

This was also one of the Nine Great Sword Saints at that time. After being accidentally killed by his close friend, he took the sword as a monument and became the famous sword of later generations "The Tomb Famous City Snow".

This close friend of his is called "Little Black". He is a murderer. He has been in a state of obsession all the year round. He is also the first sword holder with four swords.

As for this "windless trace"...

In the history of kendo, he is the only superb swordsman who has competed with the sword **** Gu Louying for the title of "Sword God", but lost in the end, but also has the reputation of "Divine Sword Wind Wuhen".

"Feng Tingchen", one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, should be the direct lineage of the line of "Divine Sword Wind Wuhen" if nothing else...

Gu Qing was completely stunned when he thought of this.

He used to listen to these kendo histories as fictional stories.

But looking at the monument in front of you now, it is possible that the previous figures and history all really exist, are they all real?