"Should we start..."

Don't look away, Ba Zunzun murmured softly, no longer paying attention to the preaching mirror, and walked straight towards the direction of the spiritual array to queue up.

Someone noticed the movement here, bumped into the body of his companion, and said with a smile:

"Look, he looks like your eight great masters."

"Shit, the Eighth Sword Immortal has passed through Nanming, and thousands of swords are flying together. Wherever he needs the teleportation array, he can just go there with a whoosh, okay?"

"But he does look a bit like the Bazun in the portrait in your room. He's just a little older, and his hair is a little paler... Well, he looks like a hungry ghost with all his body drained."

"Stop talking, people are coming over, you are really rude!"

Ba Zunzhen raised his eyes and glanced at the long queue, waved to the storyteller, and silently walked to the back to queue.

The closer a person gets to his twilight years, the more blurry the music and pictures become.

Everything that was unimportant couldn't reach his eyes and ears, so it went away with the wind.

But on the contrary, the feeling of nature, Taoism and induction has become extremely close.

Heaven and man are not separated from each other, so there is no concept of "unity".

Even though his eyes are turbid, the Eight Masters can see the waves in space and the surges of his mind. He keeps silent and can detect the chorus of grasses and the dancing sea breeze.

Deaf people are good at singing and music, while blind people are good at painting.

It is the six senses that limit the human body and set the rules. When giving up these rules, it is completely violated.

The world begins to be unconstrained!

Hidden Sword is now old, and Ba Zunzhen can no longer feel any spiritual energy from his body, and even his life seems to have dried up.

The only thing he could notice was the sword energy all over his body.

"This skin restrains his sword energy..."

The Eight Masters used this method to cultivate the immortal sword body. They originally thought that this was the basis for being limited by talent and reversibly changing fate.

He found that this was still limiting.

Heaven, earth, rivers and mountains, my skin and sword.

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Now, the Eight Masters have begun to think from the perspective of the sword, whether the sword energy comes from him or me:

"I am surging, I am blazing, and when I draw my sword into the mountains and rivers, all that is left is to tear apart the immortal skin that binds me."

Sealing the sword to old age will make me a saint.

Let me grow old...

…

Sword burial mound.

On a whim, Wen Ting patrolled the mountain to touch gold, and saw Xu Xiaoshou in the preaching mirror, surrounded by worshipers.

He stopped and stood, listened for a while, and looked at the east mountain in the distance.

The east mountain is like a sword, and the sisal is like a sharp edge.

Wen Ting's eyes showed nostalgia, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the palm-sized sword burial mound from a distance, and sighed:

"That's very well said."

…

Visit the Fairy City of the Moon.

Xiao Kongtong holds the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and carries a large sack, bathing in blood and hurriedly passing by the preaching mirror.

When he saw Xu Xiaoshou with a hearty smile above him, he couldn't help but grinned, showing his teeth.

"boom!"

Thunder in the void.

A holy calamity almost came.

Everyone in Xiao Kongtong panicked, quickly controlled themselves, and rushed back to the battlefield.

Overcoming the tribulation is not possible. He has not yet won the title of Seven Swordsmen and has not completed his unfinished dream for his teacher. How can he become a swordsman in advance?

The master of the sword kills to prove the Tao through killing.

Over the past few months, Xiao Kongtong has continued to implement the concept that has been dreamed of for thirty years.

He finally understood why the teacher had left behind so many great battles and so many informal sword songs.

If you keep killing, there will always be a moment of inspiration.

"Xu Xiaoshou, are you going to start preaching too?"

…

Qingyuan Mountain, Changde Town.

Que Leihan leaned against the pillar with his arms folded, looking at the mirrors carried by the residents of the two small towns, and at Xu Xiaoshou talking loudly above.

He stretched out his big hand and touched Taoism.

Zhi!

Purple electricity ripples slightly.

The iron collar of the ban on martial arts was slightly raised.

Que Leihan put down his hand and shook his head slightly. He searched for a long time and couldn't find anyone.

"Where's the second pillar?"

…

Tiansangling Palace, thatched house.

Ye Xiaotian was floating alone beside the wooden table, looking at the preaching mirror in the eighth palace with an expressionless face.

There were still four sets of bowls and chopsticks in front of him, but there was no roast goose on the table.

Old Man Sang has lost all his fun, and the strange canonization of his housewarming seems to be gone. Xiao Qixiu finally goes back to pursue his dream after all these years...

In the end, being alone is eternity.

"Mom..."

A call sounded from his chest.

Ye Xiaotian sniffed and quickly wiped away his tears, but his nose still felt sore.

He was persuaded by Xu Xiaoshou, but he could never regain his original intention of practicing Taoism:

"What about the 'four sons and four sons, walking away for the rest of their lives' as promised?"

…

Nanming Kun leaps, turns into a roc, and soars to the nine heavens.

Offshore, a black and red domineering star-patterned puppet stopped, its abdomen opened, and a girl jumped out.

Wearing white clothes, with black eyes, she bent over with bare feet, stepped on the cold sea water, and picked up shells on the beach.

Xu Xiaoshou's vague voice came from inside the cabin behind him:

"significance……"

"Pointless……"

Yu Zhiwen raised her head and slightly curled her mouth. She knew what Xu Xiaoshou meant, and it was not meaningless.

The song of the waves cheers and expresses the freedom and rebirth of the sea.

The shells on the shoal are still silent. Is silence meaningless?

"No!"

Xu Xiaoshou's decisive voice came out from inside the cabin.

Yu Zhiwen touched the sea water, raised her head slightly, and let the black sea breeze blow the tips of her hair, bringing a moist feeling.

She stroked the shell and threw it forward.

The uncontrolled waves are pushing the shells forward. After landing again, the silent shells may find meaning.

…

The foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain is far away.

Tianren Wushen suddenly raised his head, and Sanyan's pupils under the orange mask rotated rapidly and suddenly froze.

There was a heavy sound of wind, shouts, and exclamations in his ears.

He passed by the crowd and walked towards the Holy Mountain. Pain stirred in his brain. He covered his head and stopped in the chaos, feeling that he had forgotten something again.
To be continued...