Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 333: When I draw my sword, it’s hell

There is no distinction between day and night in the Land of Underworld. When Su Lun woke up, the gloomy gray moon was still in the sky.

After a good sleep, I felt very energetic.

Even if the hormones went crazy and tore apart body tissues before, it was still pretty good.

Su Lun glanced at Qianjiao, who was still sleeping soundly next to her, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This gambling-addicted young woman was really unguarded against him. Her large font sleeping posture made people raise their lips.

The melee type professional needed more rest, so he didn't wake up Senjou. After getting dressed, I set up a stove in the shabby hall and prepared to get something to eat.

The food in this cursed space cannot be eaten. Fortunately, Su Lun has prepared enough food at any time...

It’s convenient to have space, so you don’t have to worry about storage or not being able to fit in it.

He took out a pile of canned beef and started tinkering with the beef soup pot. Marfa's military food is better than ordinary restaurants in terms of taste and quality.

There is still snow falling outside the house, and the wind is howling.

Not long after, the smell of stewed meat filled the entire hall.

Thousands of noses in sleep sniffed instinctively, and without opening their eyes, their bodies had already sat up. The loose cotton white clothes could not hide her beautiful figure. Half of the collar was loose on the shoulders, and the deep V collar made the proud snow-capped peaks half exposed and half-covered, making it smooth to the eye.

"What smells so good"

Qianjiao muttered something like a dream, as if he noticed something, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then I saw Su Lun’s naughty smile.

She glared angrily and wordlessly gathered the clothes on her shoulders to cover up the leaked spring sunshine. The look in his eyes seemed to be disgusting. What's so good about this?

Su Lun did not avoid it at all, and said with a smile: "Come to eat."

Qian Jiao looked at the meat in the pot and immediately became happy. He leaned over and said, "Tsk, tsk, I knew I would never be hungry with you."

Su Lun was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Isn’t it basic to prepare food when going out?

He asked casually: "Sister Qianjou, have you ever been hungry?"

Qianjiao didn't blush at all and admitted: "I've been hungry. When I was at sea, I didn't have enough supplies, and I encountered a storm, and I couldn't even catch fish. I was hungry twice in three days and almost didn't make it ashore. ”

Su Lun's eyes twitched when he heard this, and then he chuckled.

Qianjiao didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. He picked up the meat and ate it happily.

The wind and snow were blowing outside, and the two of them gathered next to the boiler to eat hot pot and chat for a while.

It's quite pleasant.

Not long after, we had enough wine and food.

Both of them were still injured and had no intention of running around. They planned to stay at Sensoji Temple for a day or two.

Qianjou looked bored and stared at the wooden Buddha statues for a long time. Then he wrapped his chest with gauze, changed his clothes, and started practicing his sword in the snow in the yard.

Su Lun walked around the "Asakusa Temple" carefully and looked at almost everything that could be identified with the omniscient eye.

But what made him slightly disappointed was that he didn't find anything special or any clues that could help them get out.

There are barren mountains all around, and there are not even any larger trees.

Fortunately, there are no ghosts approaching here, and it is quite safe

"嗰", "嗰", "嗰"

The sound of sword energy breaking through the air is endless.

In the courtyard, Qian Jiao slashed again and again with a serious expression, leaving traces on the snow on the ground.

Su Lun was meditating under the eaves where the snow could not fall. He had learned a lot from the previous battle and needed time to digest the large amount of information.

This [Death and Underworld] is very different from the conventional cursed space. The NPCs are exactly the same as real people, the known maps are endless, and there are no flaws in the rules

There are too many things that Su Lun can’t figure out.

He needs a lot of time to piece together the scattered clues to see if he can find any clues to leaving here.

The two of them were busy on their own, and their time was very leisurely. It didn't look like a T-level cursed space at all.

There seems to be no time in the land of underworld, and the moon in the sky has not moved at all, it has always hung in that position.

Qianjou was tired from training, so the two of them had another hearty meal.

She was still practicing the sword, Su Lun was meditating, and they were busy.

The time on the pocket watch was probably at night, when the black crow on the dead branch suddenly called out.

Su Lun opened his eyes suddenly, looked solemnly towards the outside of the temple, and shouted softly: "Someone is coming!"

Qianjou also looked wary and asked, "Monster?"

"No. It should be a human soul."

Su Lun's eyes flashed to the scene that Black Crow had seen. It was a rickety old man in linen clothes. He was jumping on two huge tree stumps on a pole and walking slowly from the catwalk outside the temple. .

Su Lun looked at the costume, guessed something, and added: "It seems to be the 'Buddha Sculptor' who stayed here before."

When Qianjou heard this, he immediately became interested and asked expectantly: "That sword master?"

"Yeah."

Su Lun thought it should be, and his face was slightly solemn.

The man walked in, and the soul fire he felt was much stronger than ordinary ghosts.

Moreover, the man's perception was very keen. When Su Lun found him, he saw the black crows on the branches at a glance.

When Qianjou heard this, he became even more interested, "Let's go! Let's go out and take a look!"

Sensoji Temple is a rare safe place in the land of underworld, so Su Lun and the two will not leave easily.

Moreover, Senjou is indeed very interested in the mysterious "Buddha Sculptor".

The two of them walked to the courtyard and waited for someone to come to the door.

Not long after, the old man walked in outside the temple gate. He was not surprised at all that there were two more people in this ruined temple. As if returning to his own home, he walked in with familiarity. Then he placed the two wooden stakes under the eaves.

Su Lun sensed it and found that it was naturally a "ghost".

But judging from the strength of the soul, it is only at the fourth level and the fifth level, so it doesn’t look strong. But that ancient well-steady momentum gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Su Lun did not look down upon him at all. Although people would become ghosts after death and their cultivation would be rebuilt, he was a "Sword Master" after all.

Qianjou rushed forward and performed a swordsman's sword-holding ceremony, "Senior, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Others came to this ruined temple first, and the two of them were indeed a disturbance.

The old man glanced at the two of them and said calmly: "Are you the two humans who escaped from the city yesterday?"

After someone revealed the origin, Qianjou did not deny it, "Yes. Grandma Aju guided us here. Sorry to bother senior."

The old man was very talkative and seemed to know that the two of them had come here to seek refuge, and he did not show any malice: "If you really can't find a place to stay, just stay here. This is a Buddhist temple, and it's not mine." The house is not a disturbance. It’s a pity that Huangquan Kingdom is not a place where living people should come. You have come to the wrong place."

Seeing this attitude, Su Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems now that their previous judgment was correct. This "Buddha Master" is not like those evil ghosts who always want to eat living people. Seems to get along.

The old man didn't seem to mind that there were two more people here. As if there was no one else around, he sat on the pony under the eaves, picked up the carving knife, and began to process the two pieces of wood he brought back. It looks like I want to carve a new Buddha statue.

Seeing this scene, Su Lun had a very strange feeling.

As soon as the old man sat there, he seemed to instantly blend into the surrounding environment. Just like those stone towers, wooden piles, dead trees, etc., they have become part of the environment. Rather than a sudden person.

It gives people the feeling of "people are in the painting".

"Is this the Holy Land?"

Su Lun murmured in his heart.

The realm cannot be measured solely by professional level, but generally speaking, the understanding of "becoming a saint" at the legal level is the level of a professional at about the seventh level.

As well as poetry, magic, art, and music, all the ways to condense the godhead have such a big threshold.

Qianjou on the side obviously noticed this, and his eyes were full of reverence.

She bowed again and said bluntly: "Mr. Akutagawa, I would like to ask you for advice on the art of kendo."

Yes, this is the famous Akutagawa Ryuichi, the only great swordsman in the Shanyin Kingdom who has reached the realm of "Sword Master" in the past twenty years.

Senjo felt that the sword intent left on the wooden Buddha sculptures in the main hall was very familiar when he observed it. After comparing it, I discovered that the sword meaning on the engraved knife given by the blind female musical instrument I met in Edo Castle was almost the same.

Qianjo came to Shanyin Country for this person.

Unfortunately, this Akutagawa Ryuichi has passed away.

But coincidentally, I met his dead soul in the land of hell.

The old man was not surprised at all when he heard Qianjou's words.

He glanced at the sword marks in the courtyard and saw that they were practicing the "Akutagawa Itto Style" slashing. He said calmly: "Since Xiaoxun gave you the carving knife to the person she chose, Of course it won’t be bad.”

As soon as these words came out, Su Lun was completely relieved.

But when he said this, he suddenly shook his head and changed the topic: "It's just a sword flow, it's not used like that."

Su Lun on the side looked slightly sideways after hearing this. Senjou's swordsmanship is not bad, and the "Great Swordsman" can be considered a master anywhere. But the old man's tone sounded like that of an apprentice who had just entered the swordsmanship?

He was also curious about how strong the so-called "Sword Master" was.

When Qianjou heard this, he felt that he had lost face by being denied, but he was overjoyed: "Senior, please give me some advice."

Since the old man said this, he is determined to teach swordsmanship

Akutagawa Ryuichi's reaction seemed to be slow like that of an octogenarian.

Hearing this, he seemed to take a moment to react. He put down the carving knife in his hand slowly, looked at the knife in Qianjou's hand again, and asked: "Are you confused about your current state? , The weapons are already very good, the sword skills have been honed to the point where it is difficult to make breakthroughs, but you still feel weak when encountering high-level enemies?"

"Yes! Please ask senior to clarify my doubts."

Qian Tiao looked startled, and these words revealed her biggest confusion.

She suffered a big loss in yesterday's battle.

Fighting [Shuten Doji]'s Red Lotus Demonic Fire, he was not inferior in skill or sword, but instead of taking advantage, he almost died there. She knew very well that her knowledge of swordsmanship was not worthy of the sharpness of this sword, so she could not exert the power that the twelve famous swords should have.

Moreover, it is more difficult to chop the spirit body. Apart from burning the spirit body with the demonic sword's own demonic energy, it is difficult for the sword energy to cause effective damage.

She knows what the problem is, and she needs to use the sword to condense her domineering energy.

But I don’t know how to break through.

That step is just extraordinary after all.

The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything about kendo, but looked at the white scabbard sword held in Senjou's hand: "The sword in your hand is the "Onimaru Hyakume Munemasa", right? ”

Without waiting for an answer, he asked himself and answered: "I have also taken this **** demon weapon before. It's a pity that it doesn't want to recognize me as its master. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands, but it was fate. ."

Qianjou was slightly surprised, such a coincidence?

"Fate"

The old man's tone was a little sad. When he saw the knife, he seemed to be meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Really speaking, it can be regarded as the difference between life and death.

I didn’t expect to see Huang Quan again.

After pondering for a moment, a flash of brilliance casually flashed in his turbid eyes, and he asked: "Then have you ever seen the scene of **** under this knife?"

Qian Tiao said seriously: "I've seen it before. It's shocking."

The old man smiled noncommittally, as if he had just entered the topic, and asked: "Then what do you think your swordsmanship is?"

Hearing this, Qiantiao's eyes seemed to burst with extremely sharp sword light, and she said firmly: "After I draw my sword, I can open mountains, cut off rivers, split seas, and kill ghosts and gods."

When the old man heard this, he shook his head: "The sword is good, but that is not your sword. The sword is the courage in your heart. Before drawing the sword, I thought you were holding something in your hand. You The way of the sword is what it is."

"this"

Hearing this, Qian Jiao's eyes fell into confusion.

She shook the Demon Sword Zongzheng in her hand and seemed unable to understand. After thinking about it, she asked: "Senior, what is your swordsmanship?"

"Mine?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the old man's old face, and his aura suddenly became unfathomable.

As he spoke, he took the carving knife in his hand, made a gesture of drawing it out, and said: "Like you, I also cultivate the **** path."

A great swordsman and a sword master were talking about the art of swordsmanship. Su Lun was still far behind in his current realm, and he was confused when he heard it.

Besides, this is no longer a "technical" level topic, so listening to it in advance may not be beneficial.

While Su Lun was listening, he was also tinkering with his alchemy.

But as soon as the old man said these words, the harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed.

Suddenly, Su Lun suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

Just like when I was in the city before and was surrounded by countless evil ghosts, I felt the oppressive feeling of facing a desperate situation.

Su Lun turned his head and looked over, with a complicated expression: What a terrifying momentum!

In front of me,

Not far away.

The old man held the handle of the carving knife backwards, as if slowly pulling out a long sword.

Obviously it is just an inconspicuous carving knife, but it seems to be more terrifying than Senjou's aura of drawing out the demon sword Zongzheng, and it gives people an indescribable terrifying pressure. With every inch he pulled out, his momentum increased.

Behind him, it seemed as if people could see a sea of ​​blood.

Akutagawa Ryuuichi's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, "When I draw the sword, it will be hell."

It was such an understatement, but it sounded like thunder in my ears, "This is my swordsmanship."

On one side is a Buddha, on the other side is a murderous intention that can make **** flow like a river of blood.

There is Buddha in my heart and **** behind my back.

Even Su Lun, an amateur in swordsmanship, felt vaguely that he had understood something. He looked at the wooden Buddha sculptures behind Akutagawa Ryuichi and understood something.

It seems to be talking about swords, but it has more "Tao".

Qianjou's expression changed drastically when she heard this, as if she had seen a scene that shocked her extremely.

She just stood there blankly.

I haven’t recovered from the shock for a long time

Qianjo stood in the yard as if someone had cast a restraining spell on him.

A quarter of an hour, an hour, half a day without moving.

There was heavy snow floating in the sky, and a thick layer gradually accumulated on her shoulders.

Su Lun has been paying attention to her state. Looking at her, it always feels like she has fallen into a very strange state like when she tamed the Demon Sword Zongzheng before. Like a butterfly struggling to break out of a cocoon.

However, Su Lun also knew that he could not help.

He was not idle either. He sat on the floor next to Akutagawa Ryuichi who was carving a wooden Buddha statue, got a little closer, and then asked: "Mr. Akutagawa, do you know the master of the Underworld?"

Now that he has met a deceased person who can communicate well, he will naturally not miss any opportunity to leave this space.