Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 167 Breaking the Five Apertures

Sword forest.

The place where the sword of the Heavenly Sword lineage is buried.

It is also the place where the disciples are buried after their death.

When Zhu Ju came to a giant sword stone tablet, he saw Qu Hongxiao sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone steps with a broom.

The first snow has just melted,

Pile of fallen leaves.

The slender figure limped as he moved, his gray clothes having not been washed for who knows how long.

"Brother Zhu."

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Qu Hongxiao, whose face was covered in dirt, turned around, her eyes bursting with joy:

"You came."

"Ah."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"Didn't you say the misunderstanding has been resolved?"

"The people who wronged you were also punished by the Law Enforcement Hall. One of them was almost expelled from the mountain gate."

"Yes." Qu Hongxiao nodded.

"They were the ones who wronged me in the first place, and they even tried to take away the sword talisman that Senior Brother Zhu gave me. Of course I have to beat them."

"I mean..." Zhu Ju stepped closer:
"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, why are you still here? The Jianlin tomb sweeping should be done by the guilty."

"I like it here." Qu Hongxiao said:
"Master is here too!"

She pulled Zhu Ju and quickly came to a grave, pointed at the crooked words on the tombstone and said:

"I wrote this to my master."

Master Gu Yi’s tomb!

The words on the tombstone are not beautiful, but they have a unique sword spirit, just like the person standing in front of it.

"Alright."

Zhu Ju looked at the grave and said slowly:

"As the saying goes: Wherever my heart is, that's my home. Junior Sister, you can be undisturbed here."

"Yes, yes!" Qu Hongxiao nodded repeatedly:

"Here, as long as I clean every day, someone will bring me food and drinks, so I don't want to leave."

"Junior sister..." Zhu Ju looked at her awkward limping movements:

"What's the matter with your injuries?"

"Oh!" Qu Hongxiao scratched her messy hair and said with a silly smile:
"When I was beating up those girls, a True Disciple Senior Brother saw me. He mistakenly thought I was bullying them, so he attacked me. I was no match for him, and I broke some bones."

"That's all."

Broken bones?
With the recovery ability of an innate Qi cultivator, if it was just a broken bone, it would not be to this extent.

This will only happen if the foundation is damaged.

"Brother, don't worry about me."

Qu Hongxiao took two steps to show that she was fine:

"I was born with a sword bone, as indomitable as a sword. Moreover, even a broken sword can still be useful."

"Yes." Zhu Ju nodded with a smile:

"That's what junior sister said."

…………

The news that Qu Hongxiao was framed spread out at some point and quickly spread throughout the Mingxu Sect.

It is not uncommon for a fool to be falsely accused.

But if someone gave a sword talisman that was comparable to a top-grade magic weapon to a fool, it could become a topic of conversation.

Zhu Ju,

Therefore, he gained a certain degree of fame.

It's just that the reputation is not very good. Some people even say that there is a fool in the Dragon Head lineage.

otherwise,

How could you give such a valuable thing to a fool?
Zhu Ju has always lived in seclusion and not many people are familiar with him, but he has had frequent visitors recently.

Ning Ruxue, Xiao Bufan, Yan Bohu...

Even Shen You and Kong Li Chan Guang came to his courtyard specifically after learning about Qu Hongxiao's situation.

Just treat him as a rare thing.

resignedly.

Zhu Ju simply announced that he would go into seclusion and went to the Earth Fire Stone Chamber. He did not show up for more than a month before he finally got through the limelight.

Winter passes and spring comes.

This day.

"when……"

The melodious and sad bell sounded throughout Longshou Peak.

The wind is unrestrained,
He died from severe injuries.

In front of the main hall, the sect's disciples gathered together. A sense of sadness quietly spread, and hundreds of disciples stood facing the wind.

Shen You's eyes flushed red as he took out a letter and unfolded it slowly. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly:
"I was born in humble circumstances, but fortunately joined the Mingxu Sect for one hundred and ninety-seven years. I cultivated a thousand acres of spiritual fields, taught dozens of disciples, carved over one hundred thousand formations, and guarded the mountain gate for seventy years."

"Although I have wasted my life and have not yet perfected my foundation in Taoism, the three thousand Taoist scriptures in the library are all annotated by me, and every crack in the mountain protection formation is branded with my essence and blood."

"Before I fall, I will ignite my true fire and fill the last gap in the earth veins."

"May the younger generation of disciples know that the Great Dao is not just about ascending to heaven. Guarding the mountain gate and its legacy is also about cultivating like the spiritual rice – taking deep roots in the thick soil, quietly waiting for spring to sprout."

The voice echoed in the venue, and the voice was choked with sobs.

Feng Wujiu was born in Mingxu Sect and died on Longshou Peak. Apart from his cultivation, he devoted his entire life to the sect.

Even if I die,

Still worried about the sect and the Dragon Head lineage.

Few inner and outer disciples could understand this sentiment, but the core disciples felt the same way.

They are the same, their hearts are with the sect, and they share life and death.

Shen You calmed down and continued:
"I have regrets in my life!"

"One regret is wasting time and not achieving the great path."

"The Second Regret Demon Sect is too powerful to be reversed."

"The three regrets of the sect are declining, and it is difficult for one person to support it."

"Today, Feng's body has dissolved into the mountain-guarding formation and is scattered among the grass and trees. Disciples do not need to offer sacrifices."

"Though my body may die, my heart lives on!"

"Roar!"

The mountain-guarding formation trembled without wind, low dragon roars lingered with sorrow, and the trees in the mountains trembled slightly, and fallen leaves fluttered in mourning.

"Zheng!"

A long sword rose from Tianjian Peak, with the sword slightly lowered as a sign of mourning.

"Wow!"

A phoenix wrapped in colorful rays of light flew from afar, circling around Longshou Peak.

The whistling sound is so sad that it makes people cry.

Feng Wujiu, the Taoist monk who had guarded the Dragon Head lineage for decades despite being seriously injured, finally met his end.

The three veins share the same sorrow!

Quiet room.

Zhu Ju's mood could not calm down for a long time.

"A Taoist monk lives for three hundred years. If they have longevity pills or secret methods, it's not surprising that they can live to four hundred."

"Uncle Feng didn't even make it past his 200th birthday..."

“The road ahead is long!”

His thoughts turned, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Uncle Feng, as a Daoist cultivator, his greatest regret is that he wasted his time and never achieved great success."

"As a lesson for those who came before me and a mentor for those who will follow, I must not let this regret slip away. I must not become complacent with just a little success."

"open!"

As the technique was put into practice, the endless flow of true energy suddenly condensed.

"Well!" Tianlong Bayin!

"when……"

The Horror Bell trembles.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound in the body, the mouth, one of the nine orifices, was broken through by the true qi.

The fifth innate orifice.

open!

With the opening of the fifth acupoint, the true energy in Zhu Ju's body and the power of his sea of ​​consciousness and soul all surged.

The physical body is also further tempered.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, flexed his wrist, and thought to himself:

"Because I opened the ancestral orifice between my eyebrows, I am now equivalent to a person with six innate orifices. The power of my soul is no less than that of a real person, and my physical body can also resist demons."

"We can go to Tianzhui City and try to solve the problem with our left hand."

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The world of magic.

The sunset is fading.

On the muddy official road, a caravan of nearly a hundred people was slowly approaching from a distance.

"drive!"

"Snapped……"

The whip was swung, making a "snapping" sound.

Zhao Leng, the caravan supervisor and guard leader, shouted to everyone:

"Not far ahead is the monster hunters' town. There are real people guarding it, so there's no need to worry about monsters in the wild."

"Everyone, cheer up and go there quickly before it gets too late."

Man as his name suggests.

His expression was extremely stiff and cold, making people afraid to get close to him.

"Monster Catcher." The curtain of a carriage in the team was lifted, revealing a young man.
"I wonder which senior is in charge here?"

"Mr. Wu." Seeing that it was a young man, Zhao Leng, who was riding his horse closer, forced a smile on his face:
"The real person in the town ahead is Mr. He, the Eight-Armed Vajra. However, Mr. He lives in seclusion and rarely appears in public. However, if he knew that Young Master Wu was coming, he would definitely give him this honor."

"Do you need me to let you know?"

"No need." Young Master Wu shook his head:

"It seems that this senior has not yet overcome the first calamity. It is not appropriate to disturb him rashly. Let's talk about it later."

"Yes."

Zhao Lengying is:

"So we enter the town and check into the inn directly?"

"Ok?"

His ears trembled slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the path beside him:

"Who's over there?"

"It's me, my brother Zhao." A breathless voice was heard, and then a shepherd came running with a flock of sheep.

Following the flock of sheep is a man on horseback.

"Old Li."

Seeing the shepherd, Zhao Leng's expression softened:

"Are you going to buy supplies?"

"Yes." Old Li, dressed like a farmer, had an honest face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile:
"The master is in a hurry, so I can only buy another batch of goods. I can't compare to you, Brother Zhao, who is generous with his money."

As he spoke, he glanced at the caravan with an expression of amazement.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Leng's face darkened:
"Are you seeking death?"

Ok?
Old Li was stunned, feeling a strong murderous aura coming towards him. His body trembled involuntarily, and he raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

"Snapped!"

"Look at my foul mouth. I just don't take it seriously."

"Snapped!"

He slapped his cheeks left and right, and swollen them with a few slaps, but still had a flattering smile on his face.

"Humph!"

Zhao Leng snorted softly, his eyes quietly sweeping across the carriage beside him:

"Shut your stinky mouth and stay away from here. Don't let the nobles in the caravan smell the smell of sheep dung."

"Yes, yes." Old Li nodded repeatedly:

"Brother Zhao, you go ahead and we'll follow behind. We definitely won't be able to smell anything if we're against the wind."

"correct!"

He extended his hand and beckoned:
"This Mr. Zhu is also going into town."

"Oh!" Zhao Leng raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man behind Lao Li, his eyes pausing on the horse:
"Bamboo horsemanship."

"Warlock?"

"My friend has good eyesight." Zhu Ju dismounted, put away his bamboo horsemanship, and clasped his fists towards the other party.

"My name is Zhu Ju. I have long heard that the magic of Tianzhui City is flourishing. I am planning to go there and exchange experiences with fellow practitioners."

"Heh..." Zhao Leng chuckled.
"Every year, countless people want to go to Skyfall City, but not many can actually stay there."

"The town ahead is for monster hunters. To enter, you need to register your name, origin, and the method of visualization you are practicing."

"Hmm?" Zhu Ju frowned.
"Do you also want to tell me about the visualization method?"

"Of course." Zhao Leng showed disdain:
"You don't think that the monster-hunting organization that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day would covet your visualization method, do you?"

"Of course not." Zhu Ju said with a smile:
"I am a native of Yidu. The visualization I practice is called the Michen Banner."

"Michen Banner?" Zhao Leng frowned.
"Which demon is this..."

"A treasure!"

He opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise:

"You are practicing the Treasure Visualization Diagram?"

"Exactly."

"Humph!"

Unexpected.

After getting the answer, Zhao Lengque looked unhappy:
"If you want to succeed in the treasure visualization method, you need to seize the spiritual objects of heaven and earth. All the good things in this world have been plundered by people like you."

Ok?
This reaction was beyond Zhu Ju's expectations.

To advance to the level of a True Person through practicing the method of visualizing treasured objects, one needs to plunder natural treasures, and most of these things cannot be regenerated.

But it is better than the demons and monsters devouring living beings to advance.

how……

Compared to Demon Realm, the people here dislike Treasure Realm even more?

“Rare!”

The curtain of the carriage on the side was lifted, and Master Wu showed his face and said with a smile:

"There aren't many people practicing the path of treasure weapons these days. Brother Zhu, why not get on board and take a seat?"

"Mr. Wu?" Zhao Leng's expression changed slightly.

"Okay!"

Zhu Ju had already agreed and walked towards the carriage with interest.

"Hey!" The shepherd Lao Li stretched out his hand to stop them, but he was afraid and could only stamp his feet helplessly.

"Brother Zhao."

He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice:
"That person is mine, you...you can't steal it."

"rest assured."

Zhao Leng turned around:
"Let's go into town first."

under night.

The town ahead was like a ferocious beast crawling on the plain, opening its mouth wide and waiting for food to come.

(End of this chapter)