Chapter 710 Arrogant Man! Great Swamp Sword

"drink wine!?"

Zhou Dao stopped and looked at the old man sweeping the floor, whose eyes were dull as if he hadn't woken up.

He was curled up in the corner. Although he was not close, he could smell the strong aura of injury. He was so old that it seemed that the coffin board could be closed at any time.

In such a physical condition, he even asked passers-by for a drink! ?

"Uncle, why don't you drink some tea." Zhou Dao couldn't help but said.

"Young man, who do you look down on!?"

The old man sweeping the floor looked sideways at Zhou Dao, a look of pride appearing on his old face.

"As the evening approaches the setting sun, it can still warm the wine."

"Cough cough cough..."

As he spoke, the old man sweeping the floor coughed twice and popped out two big yellow teeth.

Zhou Dao and Wang Xiaoyi looked at each other with strange expressions.

Qimen Pavilion, located in Shiwan Mountain, has been at the forefront of the battle between monks and monsters for many years.

Every year, countless masters are buried deep in the mountains because of their hatred.

Even if some people are lucky enough to survive, they will be left with injuries of all sizes, and may have to suffer throughout their lives.

Fortunately, those monks who came from sects could at least have a guarantee when they returned to the mountains and entered the government.

But many casual cultivators with no roots or sects are not so lucky.

Some of them made a last-ditch effort, entering the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the Demon Mansion, and never came back in the end.

Others stayed in the Qimen Hall, sweeping the floors and looking after the doors, just to make ends meet.

Obviously, this is the case for the old man sweeping the floor in front of him. He is full of twilight, and he has stayed in this Qimen Pavilion for who knows how many years. He is old and old, as if he can be sent away at any time.

"Young man, don't look at me like that. When you get old, find a quiet place and look at the door. This is where most people end up."

The old sweeper stretched out his old hands tremblingly and groped all over his body.

"Uncle, how long can you sweep the floor and guard the door here?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"When I was thirty, I started sweeping the floors here and looking after doors... Hey, I've saved fifty years of detours."

The old sweeper grinned, his face full of pride.

"..."

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man sweeping the floor coughed violently, and tremblingly took out a rusty knife from his arms, with a yellowed cloth wrapped around the handle.

He held a knife in his right hand, took out a piece of wood from behind with his left hand, and started carving it by himself.

"Young man, please give me some wine." The old man sweeping the floor lowered his head as if begging.

The surrounding hearts moved slightly, and when he turned his hands, a jade bottle appeared in his palm.

This is the treasure of Taoist Huoyun. It is called [Eight Treasures Immortal Brew]. It is refined from eight kinds of precious mountain essences and added with hundreds of medicinal herbs. It is the secret Taoist wine of Black Sky Sect.

Zhou Dao saw that the old man was pitiful, so he placed the jade bottle next to him.

When the old man sweeping the floor saw this, he quickly put down what he was doing and picked up the jade bottle, as if he had found a treasure.

"You're such a nice young man." The old man sweeping the floor looked at Zhou Dao with great satisfaction.

"I didn't drink your wine in vain either."

As he spoke, the old sweeper groped around behind him for a long time, and finally took out a bunch of small gourds and strung them together with coarse linen rope.

"Young man, these are all my craftsmanship, you pick one."

"..."

"You can also engrave characters."

The old man sweeping the floor pointed at the small gourd.

Zhou Dao was speechless and laughed twice: "Uncle, no need."

"What? You don't like my craftsmanship?" The old man sweeping the floor sighed, with a look of loneliness in his eyes.

"There used to be a young man who often came to me to buy gourds. He really knew the goods..."

"Uncle, I want this." Zhou Dao picked up a gourd at random, pulled Wang Xiaoyi and turned around and walked straight into Qimen Pavilion.

The old man sweeping the floor looked at Zhou Daoyuan's retreating figure and slowly withdrew his gaze.

"He hasn't been here for a long time."

Sighing, the old man sweeping the floor picked up the jade bottle and raised his head to drink. His violent coughing echoed in front of the Qimen Pavilion.

"What's going on with the old man? He's weird." Wang Xiaoyi muttered.

"This is a huge mountain. It's not surprising to meet anyone." Bai Xianrou couldn't help but say.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains, dragons and snakes are mixed together, and demons are difficult to distinguish.

This is considered relatively normal.

Half a year ago, a young monk came to Qimen Pavilion. He claimed to be from a famous family and was a core disciple of [Tianshi Dao]. His uncle and second uncle were both high-level people in Tianshi Dao, and he himself had deep and wide connections. Even the deputy headmaster of Longhu Mountain had to offer incense to him. His father was in charge of millions of civilians in the area, and the tea he drank on weekdays was worth a pound of true elixir...

This young monk is extremely arrogant in the Qimen Pavilion. Wherever he goes, he will always say "I know so-and-so, I have a friend... I have a fellow disciple... I have a relative..."

Even when fighting a monster, you have to inform the opponent of the background.

Such a high profile caused his reputation to spread quickly and even attracted the attention of the Black Sky Sect.

Later, the Black Sky Sect sent experts to arrest the young monk to prevent him from showing off outside, revealing the sect's secrets and losing the family's face.

Since then, no one has seen this flamboyant young man again.

"The world is a big place, and we have to accept that some people are not human at all." Zhou Dao listened and murmured softly.

They walked through the foyer and finally entered the Qimen Pavilion.

This ancient tavern is very large and is divided into practice area, trading area, banquet area, residential area, retreat area and so on.

"This is the Qimen Pavilion!" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up.

This tavern has a simple architectural style, which is quite different from the nine palaces of Jambu. The interior is in the shape of eight palaces, which is very different from the ordinary Taoist temples today.

In the hall, people were coming and going, and there was a huge eyeball hanging at the top, glowing like a candle.

"Zhujiao's eyes!?" Zhou Dao was surprised.

Zhujiao is one of the oldest demon clan bloodlines.

Zhou Dao had only seen its portrait in the "Monster Control Division Work Manual".

It is said that this kind of monster is bigger than a mountain when it grows up. Its eyes are born with the power of the sun and the moon. When you open your eyes, the night becomes like day. Once you close your eyes, you can absorb all the light around you.

Therefore, the eyes of the candle dragon are the supreme treasure.

In ancient times, human beings had kings who specifically hunted down this terrible monster, removed its eyes, and placed them in the tombs to live forever.

It is said that during the period when the Taoist sect first emerged, the sun did not appear on the earth and fell into boundless darkness.

There are masters in the Taoist sect who travel in all directions, hunting candle dragons and taking their eyes to illuminate the world.

From then on, this kind of monster disappeared.

Three thousand years ago, Emperor Taizu of Qin once obtained an eyeball from a candle dragon. It was named "Light Bulb" because it resembled a lamp and a bubble.

Zhou Dao looked at the huge hanging eyes and had a new understanding of Qimen Pavilion.

This ancient tavern seems to have traveled through the years, bringing its ancient imprint to today.

"This place is a bit interesting." Zhou Dao whispered.

That was an ancient demon that had disappeared long ago. If it were a complete corpse, it would be respectful and filial to be sacrificed to the ancestor.

"In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the most indispensable thing is the corpses of monsters."

Zhou Dao's heart was filled with tears. He wondered if there were ancestral graves in those ancient caves in Yaoshan Mountain!

"If the Immortal wants to inquire about information, you can go to the trading area. There are more information dealers there than there are lice in Niu Mo Cave." Bai Xianrou pointed in the direction.

"You seem to have been here."

Zhou Dao looked at her deeply.

"I don't dare to deceive the immortal, I have indeed been here."

Bai Xianrou knows everything and talks about it.

Five months ago, he was captured by a master of Tianshi Dao, brought here, and sold to a monk of Yin Yang Sect.

The monk originally wanted to use her fox demon to replenish his dual cultivation, but he was counterattacked. When he was about to reach his peak, his neck was bitten off, and the red and white things were scattered all over the floor.

"You should be honest." Zhou Dao said calmly.

Ordinary monsters would not dare to reveal their past of killing human monks.

"In front of the Immortal, the slave family has no secrets."

Bai Xianrou behaved loyally, as if her body and mind had already been dominated by Zhou Dao.

"Fox demons and fox demons really have insight into people's hearts."

Zhou Dao chuckled and walked towards the trading area.

"Sister Fox, if you go to Tianxiang Tower, you will definitely get the top spot." Wang Xiaoyi came over and said, "Come to me when you have figured it out."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoyi followed closely.

"Tianxiang Tower!? Holy land for cultivation? The sect they are in?"

Bai Xianrou stepped forward and thought seriously.

Buzz…

Just as he entered the trading area, a sword light suddenly rose up like a sinking abyss, like the dawn of dawn, dazzling everyone.

"Is that the [Demon Sword] of Demon Master Ma Yinglong!?"

Exclaims suddenly arose, and everyone's eyes were attracted to the ancient bronze sword.

The sword is as clumsy as it is cunning, and the rusty lines are as mysterious as talismans.

On the hilt of the sword is a strange beast head.

At this moment, a young Taoist priest was holding the sword and became the focus of everyone.

"He is Qi Liuyun, a disciple of Heitian Sect, and the nephew of Master Huoyun." Bai Xianrou stood obediently behind Zhou Dao and reminded in a low voice.

That day, after the battle at Heikoku Mountain, Qi Liuyun was the first group of people to arrive at the scene. He was also lucky enough to get this sword in the ruins.

As she spoke, Bai Xianrou looked at [Demon Sword] with something wrong in her eyes, and her trembling eyes revealed deep desire.

Since Ma Yinglong obtained this sword, there have been too many rumors about it.

Demon-Destroying Sword, as the name suggests, this sword can convert monsters.

So far, more than 300 great demons have been transformed by Ma Yinglong in various demon mansions in Shiwan Mountain.

This is where the name of Demon Master comes from.

Such weird and domineering behavior has attracted the attention of the Seventy-Two Demon Cave.

"Qi Liuyun, are you really willing to sell this treasure?"

At this moment, someone asked.

"Then it depends on whether the price you offer can impress me."

Qi Liuyun sat in a high position, shaking the wine glass in front of him, his eyes arrogantly scanning the crowd.

"It's amazing. It's said that Ma Yinglong found this sword in the [Endless Demon Cave]. I don't know if it's true or not."

"It must be true. Otherwise, how could this sword save three hundred demons? Then Ma Yinglong is very rich."

"The Endless Demon Cave is the last place where the Taoist sect preached in Shiwan Mountain. No one has ever discovered the place inside it."

The trading area was abuzz, and it was obvious that the appearance of [Demon Sword] made everyone excited.

"Qi Liuyun, this is Ma Yinglong's sword. If you sell it openly, I'm afraid there will be trouble." Someone reminded.

"You want to use this to kill the price?" Qi Liuyun glanced sideways and sneered: "You are so poor, just don't say anything."

"Ma Yinglong is just a dead ghost now, trouble? Let him climb up and find me."

As he spoke, Qi Liuyun shook the [Demon Sword] in his hand and said calmly: "Everyone, I am telling you a piece of news."

"After the appraisal of my uncle Huoyun Taoist, this sword is likely to come from the Great Swamp of the West."

"A sword from the great swamp!?"

Everyone was shocked, and the atmosphere on the field became boiling again.

The Great Western Swamp has been a restricted area since ancient times, and Taoist sects have not yet entered the Western Swamp.

In an instant, this demon-killing sword was cast with a mysterious brilliance, and everyone's eyes became extremely eager.

These changes were seen by Qi Liuyun.

He smiled slightly, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

"I'm offering three top-quality spiritual weapons." Someone shouted out the bid.

The Demon-Destroying Sword is only a top-grade spiritual weapon.

"Why do you have the nerve to say anything?" Qi Liuyun glanced at him and said contemptuously: "You poor guy, please don't bid, otherwise don't blame me for not giving face."

"This kid is quite crazy." Wang Xiaoyi said coldly.

"It's really crazy." Zhou Dao nodded.

This was the first time he had seen such a domineering and arrogant seller.

"Ten top-quality spiritual weapons."

"I will give you fifteen top-quality spiritual weapons."

"Damn it, if you give it a try, I'll give you twenty top-quality spiritual weapons."

Faced with such a strong seller, everyone's enthusiasm has not faded at all.

For them, Ma Yinglong was able to thrive in Shiwandashan with the [Demon Sword], and even gained the title of [Demon Master].

Then they can too.

At this moment, some people have become red-eyed and have bet all their fortunes.

"I will give you three top-quality spiritual weapons!"

At this moment, a graceful voice sounded.

Everyone was shocked. The top-quality spiritual weapons were too rare. One was worth twenty top-quality spiritual weapons, and they were not necessarily willing to exchange them.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to the owner of that voice.

Zhou Dao raised his eyes and saw that the bidder was a woman. She was wrapped in a red dress. She was indescribably hot and alluring, but her peach blossom eyes were shining with an ice-like sheen.

"A person from the Demon Control Department!?" Zhou Dao looked at the mark on the corner of the woman's skirt and recognized it at a glance.

"Monster Control Division!?" Qi Liuyun also saw the identity of the woman in red, and his fiery eyes roamed freely over the other person's body.

"I have three top-quality spiritual weapons." Zhao Youyuan said again: "Ma Yinglong is from my Demon Control Department, and this treasure is related to his whereabouts..."

"Fellow Taoist, this price is very suitable."

Three top-quality spiritual weapons have indeed reached the psychological limits of most people.

"I don't think it's appropriate." Qi Liuyun sneered.

"The Demon Control Division can show off its power in the Great Qin territory, but this is a mountain with hundreds of thousands of mountains."

Qi Liuyun's eyes became more and more bold, falling on that great mind.

Since the fall of Longhu Mountain, the relationship between the imperial court and Taoism can be said to be quite delicate.

Not long ago, the Black Sky Sect came to Beijing to offer treasures, but the result was a pile of chicken feathers, which made everyone in the Black Sky Sect quite dissatisfied.

Nowadays, Qi Liuyun will naturally not buy it, and even...

"Of course, I can also give you this disease-curing demon sword without even asking for a single spiritual weapon."

"Give it to me?" Zhao Youyuan was delighted.

"As long as you stay with me for three days and three nights and help me practice." Qi Liuyun chuckled.

"You..." Zhao Youyuan's face suddenly darkened. This was simply an insult to her in public.

"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore." Wang Xiaoyi was furious.

"Something big happened, Taoist Huo Yun was killed!"

At this moment, a burst of rapid shouting came, resounding throughout the Qimen Pavilion.

The smile on Qi Liuyun's face suddenly solidified. He stood up suddenly, and the tabletop exploded, causing smoke and dust to billow.

"Taoist Huo Yun is dead? Is it true or false?"

For a moment, the entire Qimen Pavilion was in a state of panic.

That was a master of the Black Sky Sect, a strong man in the natal realm.

Buzz…

Suddenly, the void floated, and a ray of fire flew out of it and fell into Qi Liuyun's hand. Then, information from the air poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Human monk!? How brave!"

Qi Liuyun's expression became serious, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone present.

"Do you want this demon-killing sword? Okay, from today on, whoever can find the murderer of my uncle, this sword will be his."

"Huh!?" Wang Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows and his expression became strange.

"Then give me the sword."

At this moment, Zhou Dao shouted loudly, which startled Bai Xianrou.

She was pounding in her heart and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"He doesn't mean to..."

Bai Xianrou's eyes became incredible!

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