Chapter 153

(Well, since there is no problem for the time being, and it has been completely swallowed by the Devouring Tribulation, it should be fine...)

It's just that the side effects of my Devouring Tribulation ability are still a little uncomfortable.

Feeling the numbness on his body caused by swallowing the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pill, Luo Wusheng sighed in his heart.

However, this negative emotion was soon wiped out by the sound of the piano that seemed to be able to soothe everything.

His smile became even stronger.

The thing that was automatically playing the peerless piano music was exactly his upgraded Wuxiang magic weapon.

When the little fox upgraded it, I don't know what he paid for it, adding a new form to the Wuxiang magic weapon.

Seven-stringed ancient zither.

And unlike the normal use of Wuxiang to fight against enemies, the piano form has no ability to fight against enemies, but as long as it is transformed into a piano form, the strings on it will vibrate spontaneously and play the songs that the little fox has played for him.

There is even no consumption in this process, and it can be used without charging Wuxiang.

…

[For the next period of time, I will not be able to accompany you, so let this piano sound take my place…]

[You should remember to get more sun exposure on weekdays. With the help of this piano sound, it will prevent the inner demons from growing… You should also not worry about that matter all day, lest it ruin your mood. ]

[…I hope you take care of yourself, I am waiting for the day when we will meet again. ]

…

The song ended.

Luo Wusheng stretched lazily in the sunlight.

At some point, the lightning on his right arm disappeared, and the numbness caused by swallowing the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pill also disappeared.

With a light wave of his hand, the Wuxiang magic weapon changed back to the shape of a cube and fell back into his hand.

Looking at the Wuxiang cube in his hand that was slowly rotating and emitting terrifying fluctuations, Luo Wusheng showed a thoughtful look on his face.

Wuxiang has completed the charging.

But the problem is that he doesn't know when it was completed.

(Based on the conditions before the upgrade, I should have given something to a certain woman that satisfied both parties...)

Luo Wusheng had some guesses, but he raised his hand to put away the Wuxiang Cube.

He touched the short sword at his waist and looked at the distant sky.

"Xiao Yuli's visit to her relatives is not over yet... Then let's go to Jianyang City according to the original plan."

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 227 Mr. Luo, the storyteller

Jianyang City, Jianzhou.

In a sense, this is indeed a city that can reflect the characteristics of Jianzhou.

As soon as you arrive in the city, you can clearly feel the difference between this place and other places.

(There are sword cultivators everywhere, and the things sold in the city are more or less related to swords. The residents in the city are even more respectful of the stories of swordsmen and sword immortals...)

In a teahouse, the young man was thinking.

The space in this teahouse is quite spacious. There are exquisitely carved scabbards hanging on all four walls. Only on the thick square mahogany in the middle, which is one person tall, is there a big "tea" character left by a sword mark, indicating that this is not a place to sell swords.

However, such decoration is obviously very useful to the residents of Jianyang City. People come to this teahouse to drink tea in an endless stream.

And the thoughtful boy is standing in front of the mahogany with sword marks.

He has a handsome face, dressed in white clothes, with a flawless white jade and a wooden wide-bladed short sword hanging on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand.

"Storytelling and singing operas persuade people, and walk in the middle of the three avenues. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes...!"

The boy spoke lightly, and swung the folding fan in his hand, making a sound, but it was a word "sword" written on the folding fan that was quite charming.

The guests in the teahouse were attracted by this movement and focused their eyes on the boy.

"Oh? Today, the Pinjian Teahouse has a new young man telling stories? He looks quite young. I wonder if anyone knows him. How is his level compared to the previous gentlemen?"

"He looks a little unfamiliar. Perhaps he is not from Jianyang City? But the old gentlemen have always had a broader vision. The stories that the young people who lack experience can tell... well, if they have been in the martial arts world for a while, they may have some merits."

"I think the boy's opening words just now have some charm. It just so happens that I have heard the stories of the gentlemen in the city dozens of times and it is really boring. Occasionally, something new makes me interested..."

There was some noise in the teahouse.

The corners of the boy's mouth curled up a faint smile.

This boy was naturally Luo Wusheng, who had just arrived in Jianyang City not long ago.

Seeing that the few opening poems that he had turned out from his memory after a long time had the expected effect, Luo Wusheng nodded secretly in his heart.

This morning, he received a message from Xiao Yuli that he needed to visit his relatives for a few more days, and finally decided to take a good walk in Jianzhou.

The first choice of destination is Jianyang City, which is very characteristic of Jianzhou.

However, he made this decision not just for fun.

Now, because his cultivation is restricted by the Buddhist prohibitions, if he wants to improve his own strength, there are only a few ways left.

One is to use the ability of swallowing calamity to swallow the heavenly calamity thunder pill left by the little fox.

But this process will make the whole body numb if you are not careful, it is best to do it when there are people to protect you... and the improvement is really limited. According to Luo Wusheng's estimation, with his current ability of swallowing calamity, even if he swallows the entire heavenly calamity thunder pill, he can only barely raise the power of the calamity thunder on his right arm to the level of Yuanying.

In this case, this way will be temporarily put aside.

Turning to another plan - refining the drop of golden blood given to him by the headless Buddha statue as a seal through the secret blood refining method...

Then he failed beautifully.

After trying for a long time, he could only peel off an almost imperceptible trace from the seal...Well, this was also within Luo Wusheng's expectations. After all, the role of this drop of blood is still to suppress the awakening of his divine and demonic body. If he simply refines it all, it will lead to his current contradictory situation.

(If I am not wrong, once the drop of golden blood is completely refined, the seal will be lifted, and I will have the possibility of destroying the Buddhist ban by myself...)

For now, I can't completely unlock the seal, but I must have the ability to destroy the ban at any time and truly advance to the Nascent Soul.

This initiative must be held in my hands first.

It's a pity that judging from the current progress, there is still a long way to go.

In this way, if you want to get a powerful hand in a short time to deal with emergencies, there is only one way to go.

Luo Wusheng closed the folding fan in his hand and slapped it on the red wood behind him, making a crisp sound.

The noise in the teahouse gradually died down.

"What the guests said just now is correct. I did arrive here today..."

"But if it comes to talking skills, I am not talented, but I also have some experience. I think I will not disappoint you."

He smiled, but did not wait for the surroundings to hear the uproar. He spoke softly and began to slowly tell a sword fairy story he had prepared long ago.

These are the most respected by the people in Jianyang City, but there have been few new stories. Several sword fairy stories have been heard countless times in their ears. No matter how interested they are, they will inevitably have aesthetic fatigue.

At this moment, as Luo Wusheng's words spread, the audience was slightly stunned.

This is a new story!

In the surprised eyes of the people around him, Luo Wusheng, who is currently the storyteller in this "Sword Tasting Teahouse", narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before arriving at Jianyang City in the morning, he quickly learned about the surrounding area of ​​this city with strong Jianzhou characteristics.

As for the reason...

(I don't know how much power of human manifestation can be accumulated by this wave of attempts...)

Luo Wusheng muttered in his heart.

Yes, from the beginning, he came with the idea of ​​filling up the storage device for collecting the energy of human manifestation derived from the advancement of the Wuxiang magic weapon.

Now that the Wuxiang cube has been charged, he only needs to fill up this storage device again, and this powerful hand card can be made.

For this reason, Luo Wusheng combined the various intelligence he had inquired with his own conditions and finally determined the course of action.

Since the people of Jianyang City like to listen to stories, he will give them stories that they have never heard in this world where the level of cultural entertainment cannot keep up!

Luo Wusheng, who always likes to be well prepared, also changed his clothes in order to integrate into the atmosphere of this group of sword cultivators.

The sleeves of his previous clothes were also destroyed by the thunder tribulation, so he took this opportunity to change into the cloud-patterned white clothes that his lovely little demon sister had made for him in the royal city. After a little dressing up, he looked a bit like a gentleman and a white-robed swordsman.

The folding fan in his hand was bought in the next town... The words on it were naturally not written by Luo Wusheng himself. He still had some idea of ​​how unsightly his handwriting was.

At this moment, Luo Wusheng relied on the ability he had trained when telling stories to a little girl to do two things at the same time. While telling stories, he was silently paying attention to the accumulation of the power of showing holiness in front of people.

He was still a little puzzled about the power of showing holiness in front of people now.

For example, for some reason, he inexplicably stored a considerable part of the power of showing holiness in front of people yesterday...

After successfully upgrading yesterday, the only group of people he came into contact with were the demons under the command of the little fox.

Moreover, he was in a state of being numb by the thunder tribulation throughout the whole process, and he didn't know where the characteristics of showing holiness came from.

As he was thinking, his heart moved.

A veiled woman happened to step into the teahouse at this time.

(Her cultivation is higher than mine... Nascent Soul? And in the middle stage?)

Luo Wusheng took a peek and quickly retracted his gaze, as if nothing had happened.

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 228 Surprised Ling Shuangxue (Update 2)

Ling Shuangxue finally arrived at Jianyang City.

However, with her cultivation level, she should not have arrived until today after leaving Jian Pavilion yesterday.

Frowning slightly, Ling Shuangxue recalled the reason why she was delayed for so long...

Yesterday, after she learned about the news of the Heavenly Sword Ghost, she quickly made a decision and set off from Jian Pavilion as soon as possible.

After all, the traces of the Heavenly Sword Ghost had been discovered, and several teams of cultivators had gathered in Jianyang City, and it was possible that someone would take the lead at any time.

But what she never expected was that halfway through the journey, she was attacked by a cultivator.

The opponent was very strong, even stronger than her. After several rounds of fighting, she was caught by the opponent because she was anxious about the Sword Ghost and her realm was not yet completely stable. She was hit by the opponent and injured.

At this point, the mysterious monk left as if he had accomplished his goal.

And Ling Shuangxue had to find a suitable place to stabilize her injuries.

Originally, Ling Shuangxue thought that the mysterious monk might also be someone who came for the Heavenly Sword Ghost. After learning from somewhere that the head of the Sword Pavilion was going to attack the Heavenly Sword Ghost, he was waiting to snipe her and let her withdraw from the Sword Ghost battle.

But she thought about it again and felt that it was not right.

The opponent's strength was stronger than hers, and he must have the same confidence in dealing with a Heavenly Sword Ghost as she did. If he really came for the Sword Ghost, why didn't he capture the Sword Ghost in Jianyang City earlier?

And after arriving outside Jianyang City, Ling Shuangxue also confirmed the trace of the Heavenly Sword Ghost at this moment.

For some reason, the Sword Ghost has not been captured by anyone.

This puzzled the head of Shuangxue Peak, who had not been in the martial arts world for a long time.

If it was not for the Sword Ghost, why did the mysterious monk attack her? Could it be that the martial arts world has now become a trend of looking for people of the same level to fight anytime and anywhere?

Ling Shuangxue couldn't understand it, but she was not in a hurry to deal with the Heavenly Sword Ghost.

If she was in her prime, she would have had the corresponding confidence in dealing with the Heavenly Sword Ghost.

But now her injuries are only stable, not fully recovered. At this moment, even if she barely wins in the end, she may be taken advantage of by others... Facing the temptation of the Heavenly Sword Ghost, even if she brings out the name of the Sword Pavilion, it will not work.

So after confirming that the Sword Ghost would not be taken away by others for the time being, Ling Shuangxue decided to go to the city first.

(This injury involves my realm that has not been completely consolidated yet, and it will not recover in a short time... Fortunately, I have consolidated my realm by nearly 80% before, otherwise this injury may cause my realm to be shaken.)

Thinking of the disciple who originally asked her to consolidate her realm, Ling Shuangxue sighed inwardly.

"If the injury is not recovered for a long time, and the hunting of Sword Ghosts has already begun..."

Should I take a gamble regardless of the injury at that time?

Ling Shuangxue whispered to herself and had a headache.