Ask the Mirror Chapter 259: Gambling cards

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Forgive me...it's late again. In addition, a correction for the last update: addition, subtraction, multiplication and division have been returned to primary school teachers. The last paragraph of the previous chapter should be five kalpas, eighteen thousand years. Sorry, I said it was a clerical error. Do you believe it?

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"So bold!"

Hong Qianqiu strengthened his tone and repeated it. Yu Ci narrowed her eyes and listened to his story, feeling that it was quite atmospheric: on a lonely mountain peak, a half-drunk man pointed out the country. His rich voice seemed to be able to penetrate a distance of 20,000 years. The only pity was that the man spoke in Chinese. There is some irony in it:

"Eight thousand sword cultivators, the flying sword light turned into a flying rainbow, spanning a long distance of thousands of miles, what is the result? Hehe, it is not just a broken sword, eight thousand top swordsmen Xiu, not even one out of ten could escape back to the east bank of the Sky Rift Valley. Even among these hundreds of people, most of them returned eastward without shame and stayed in the Broken Boundary Mountains, asking for a piece of land from our sect. It's a retreat there..."

"Hey, you can't be so mean!"

Li You banged the watering can in his hand, with a look of displeasure on his face: "What does it mean to escape, and what does it mean to return without a face?" He went on an expedition to the boundless Buddhist country, used eight thousand swordsmen to fight hundreds of millions of Buddhist soldiers, and fought **** battles for hundreds of days. Turn the pure land of glazed glass into Avici Hell. In the end, if Buddhism hadn't gambled on luck and sacrificed thirteen ancient Buddhas to die together, it would have broken the "six paths of reincarnation" and evolved into three thousand worlds, and borrowed the swords of seventeen Immortals enter the land of eternal damnation...can they win?

"Even if we are defeated, only the senior Yuan Dao can cut off the enemy, hold the Xuanhuang Killing Sword, and conquer all directions. All the gods, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats are still standing still. It can be said that even though we are defeated, we are honored!"

Hong Qianqiu snorted heavily: "Shortly after the original Dao returned to the east, he was robbed by demons and died. How do you explain it?"

"That's because..."

"Uh, two senior brothers!"

Seeing that Hong and Li were about to argue about the ancients from 20,000 years ago, Yu Ci had to interrupt their argument, scratched his head and asked: "Is the place where those sword cultivators retreat and are buried in the sword garden?"

Both Hong and Li gave each other a hard look, and finally Hong Qianqiu replied: "It's almost the same. These people were all injured in the Western Expedition, and they were so depressed and lifeless that they didn't live long." They died one after another. The sect took pity on his situation and did not take back the land. He only made some repairs and built a cemetery for people to pay homage to. "Of course, it is not an ordinary cemetery."

Li You continued what Hong Qianqiu said: "You have to know that the eight thousand sword cultivators in the West conquered almost all the elites in the Eastern cultivation world, including nineteen top sword immortals and nearly fifty masters of robbery. There were hundreds of real people and Buxu monks. In the next nearly 20,000 years, the cultivation world could no longer organize a team of this size. Even if the Western Expedition failed, there were some who retreated to the east coast and were buried in the Sword Garden. Two sword immortals, fifteen masters of robbery, and several monks of Zhenren and Buxu. Hey, the legacy of these predecessors must be very remarkable..."

Yu Ci realized: "Stealing graves and digging graves!"

With a "pop" sound, Hong Qianqiu sprayed Li You across the face all over his face. He definitely did it on purpose. How could he express his hilarious mood otherwise?

Li You reacted strangely. He wiped away the wine stains expressionlessly and still spoke to Yu Ci: "Junior brother Yu, the sword garden is not as simple as you think. As for what's going on inside, wait a moment... Lao Hong, Go to hell!”

As he spoke, Li You drew his sword and struck. The sword soared like waves, tearing the soft moonlight in the sky into pieces in a blink of an eye. Hong Qianqiu's eyes lit up, as if a fire had been set on fire. He laughed and said, "I've been waiting for you!"

Facing the power of the sword, he did not retreat even half a step. There was a buzzing sound outside his body, and a green light rose up. It interacted with the sword energy, and the burst of energy traveled hundreds of feet away. At this moment, his strong body nine feet away seemed to have grown in size again. When he opened his hand, a black tide surged with the sound of a tsunami, overwhelming the sky and the earth, pressing back against him.

In the middle of the confrontation between the two, Yu Ci flipped over neatly and escaped ten feet away, while the violent force in the center of the battle circle came straight towards him. The watering can on the ground over there was blown directly away from the cliff. Yu Ci knew that this place could not be saved!

"Senior Brother Li, I'll wait for you at Senior Sister Meng's place."

"Go, go, I solved Lao Hong..."

Hong Qianqiu could not allow him to continue speaking, but a fierce attack forced the rest of his words back into his stomach. Li You was so angry that he spread out his sword **** for tat, and half of the mountain peak was illuminated by his sword light.

Yu Ci smiled hoarsely, no longer caring about these two people, and went down to the peak. When he got off the top of the peak, the night sky suddenly lit up. When he looked back, the two men had already flown into the air. Under the bright moon, they were swaying and impacting as much as they wanted, and they had a great time fighting.

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Under the slanting sunset, Yu Ci walked alone. Suddenly I heard a call:

"The one in front is Yu Ci!"

"Exactly."

"I heard you said that there are several sword sacrificial cards. Today I will compete with you to win the sword medal!"

Yu Ci stopped and looked back. Ever since that day when he won the medal at Touching Heaven Peak, Yu Ci's life suddenly became busy. Especially after the news spread that he had a "sacrificial sword card" in his hand, there was an endless stream of colleagues from the empirical department who came to compete with the sword to win the card.

These monks are both male and female, old and young. The only thing they have in common is that they all use swords to fight at close quarters or to cut through the air with flying swords. Each of them has impressive attainments.

This is exactly the rule of the Empirical Department: Those who want to participate in the Sword Garden Festival must have a cultivation level above the upper level of Tongshen, below the Buxu realm, have practiced swordsmanship for many years, and have certain attainments. In addition, there must be at least one sacrificial sword card in hand, and the total number of cards issued is ten. There are more than 200 monks in the Empirical Department who meet this requirement!

The fierce competition is evident.

According to the rules, if someone challenges him, he is not allowed to refuse without sufficient reasons. Yu Ci didn't think about refusing, and was about to agree, but someone next to him was already complaining: "Hey, brother, it's not enough to bully the small, how about a wheel-and-wheel battle? When did our empirical department not reach this level? ”

"What do you mean!"

Seeing that the challenger was really confused, passers-by laughed and said, "Junior brother, you are ignorant. Haven't you heard that the day before yesterday, Senior Brother Zhang Yan had issued a letter of challenge to Junior Brother Yu, and he wanted to use the sacrificial sword card as a pledge? A gambling match, the winner is decided by sword, count the days, it’s tonight!”

"Senior Brother Zhang Yan? A bad gambler?"

The reckless challenger was in a daze: "No, wouldn't that mean the big bullies the small?"

No wonder the challengers were surprised. You know, in the empirical department, although senior brother Zhang Yan is not as dazzling as Zhou Yu, Li Hong, Wang Jiu, and Hong Qianqiu, he is not as talented as the latecomer Li You, and he even has a habit of gambling. , so that the cultivation has stagnated over the years. But no matter what, that one is still a cardinal of Dingding, an upright Dan Huan monk, and a well-deserved elder brother. How could he disregard his face and compete with Yu Ci, an outside disciple, to test his swordsmanship?

You must know that there are about forty Huandan monks in the Zhenzheng Department, and only fifteen of them practice swordsmanship. Among these fifteen, there are third-generation disciples like Yu Zhou, who generally will not join in the fun. Really Those who intend to go to the Sword Garden are only a few fourth-generation disciples, but there are only five of them. Among the ten-sided sacrificial sword cards, there must be five specially prepared for them, and Zhang Yan is one of them.

In this case, this person should have no desires and needs, but he is being more serious with an outside disciple. Isn't it very shameful?

"So, Junior Brother Yu needs to recharge his batteries, why are you joining in the fun?"

The reckless challenger did have a face and could only leave in despair. Yu Ci smiled slightly and thanked the senior brother who had fought for him. Unexpectedly, the senior brother grinned and patted his shoulder with a smile: " I've long been displeased with bad gambling. I'm going to give you a pound of black iron, so I'm going to bet on you. Junior brother, please help me!"

Yu Ci was speechless.

In fact, even he didn't know why the not-so-reputable senior brother Zhang Yan picked him. However, the sword garden event was coming soon, and Yu Ci did not want to miss this opportunity no matter what.

That night, Li You and Hong Qianqiu were busy fighting and only said half of one thing. However, Yu Ci turned around and asked Meng Wei and finally figured out the whole story.

The so-called "Jianyuan" meeting, in its original sense, should be to enter the Jianyuan, the burial place of the ancestors, on a specific day to offer sacrifices and sweeps to show respect. However, under the evolution of tens of thousands of years, its meaning has changed drastically, and it has become a grand gathering for sword cultivators from all sects, or to a wider scope, that is, for all sword cultivators to look for opportunities.

In the Sword Garden, not only are the remains of the predecessors buried, but there are also hundreds of secret sword scriptures of different styles and high quality, which have long since become ownerless. Moreover, according to legend, in that gloomy cemetery, there are still the remaining thoughts of those with great supernatural powers, turned into immortal elves, wandering there, and once touched, the wonderful knowledge of swordsmanship accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years will be integrated into it. By yourself, you can save hundreds of years of practice.

With such a temptation, as long as one is committed to practicing kendo, who can resist it?

Even people like Yu Ci who don't value external things very much still yearn for it extremely.

Meng Wei’s summary is very precise: it depends on one’s status in the sect, approval from elders, and whether one is good or bad, which can be clearly seen at the Xiaohanzhang Dharma meeting; but one must confirm one’s cultivation, test one’s will, and test one’s own level. , at this stage, it must be the Sword Garden Festival.

How could Yu Ci miss such a wonderful scene?