If there are outsiders here, they will be able to see the eight statues doubling their praise for the ghosts and Buddhas at the Guizhe ruins in the distance at dusk.

"Back."

Bazun murmured softly, his thoughts slightly turbulent.

He had been scattering sword thoughts here for almost half a year.

Within half a year, he gradually lost his vision, hearing, smell, taste...

When the five senses and six consciousnesses are completely lost, and the seven emotions and six desires are all gone, will it be possible to recover completely? Everything disappears, and is lost and found again.

The Eight Masters returned to the Eight Masters.

There is no longer criss-crossing sword energy in his body, but is replaced by newly refined sword tendons and sword bones.

The scar on his neck disappeared, and his eight fingers returned to ten. It was as if he had gone from being dejected thirty years later to being high-spirited thirty years ago overnight.

This is also true.

The eight statues no longer have silver hair on their temples, and their turbid yellow eyes have returned to simple black and white, making them look thirty years younger.

But the weathered feeling of vicissitudes of life has not disappeared.

He stands on the barren mountain like a rock that has stood since ancient times. It remains unmoved despite the wind and rain, even though there are moss marks on it, the body has been reborn.

But no one peeled off the moss from his outer body.

He took himself, who had traveled all over the country for thirty years, to wait silently in this mountain for the arrival of Huachang Deng.

All he has left is himself.

The swords that used to be by my side were separated, broken, and no longer around me.

He is not just himself.

Standing on the top of a barren mountain, the surrounding land is barren only with mountains, and only a land with a radius of a hundred feet that can bear the raging power of sword thoughts.

Looking outside, you can see the mountains in the distance are connected with mulberry and elm trees, which are slightly orange in the setting sun.

The mountains are still there and the water is still there.

The heaven and earth are still there, the great road is still there, inexhaustible, inexhaustible, like a sword like me, waiting to knock on the gate of heaven.

"Eight Masters."

In the mulberry and elm forest, several figures quickly passed by.

The Eight Masters Xun Sheng put down their hands that praised the ghosts and Buddhas, turned around and looked around. It was Elder Mei, Elder Yang, and the one who had a close relationship...

That ordinary person really doesn't have any memory points.

At this time, he was carrying Xu Xiaoshou cross-legged and with his eyes closed on his shoulders. Taoist charm surged around his body, and he was obviously having an epiphany.

"The road of mortals?"

The eight acquaintances showed their astonishment and revealed the mystery with one word.

Li Fugui came here with his two elders, feeling unbearable in his heart.

In the past six months, he has only seen the eight masters twice. Both times, Master Shou was practicing swordsmanship and he had something important to report.

Just let it go.

Therefore, Li Fugui had never exchanged more than half a sentence with the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal and the first Saint Slave.

But this man Li Fugui has been fascinated for too long.

When he was working in the Flower and Grass Pavilion earlier, Master Bazun was a legend, and he was a big figure that both the Pavilion Masters, Black and White, would never forget.

The huge Flower and Grass Pavilion dominates Half Moon Bay, and its intelligence network radiates to the entire Southern Territory.

In essence, it is just a tentacle of the Holy Slave, working for the Eight Masters.

At this moment, he met the inquiring gaze of the leader of the Saint Slave.

What Li Fugui felt was not only the terrifying pressure of the famous Eighth Sword Immortal, but also the severe pain that was as real as if he was about to be cut open by a sharp edge.

The Eight Masters are like a sword.

The sword is standing on the top of the mountain, and there is nothing but wasteland for hundreds of feet. Everyone who is adjacent to it sees blood. You can't look at it, and you can't compete with it.

But in an instant, that terrifying pressure disappeared like smoke.

The eight acquaintances are just the eight acquaintances.

He was as simple and unpretentious as a mortal, with no sword spirit in his body and no spiritual energy in his body. He was so weak that Li Fugui felt like he had slapped him in the face, the Saint Slave collapsed, and the Eighth Sword Immortal was separated from his family.

What am I thinking... Li Fugui panicked, quickly gathered his thoughts, and reported:

"Master Shou said that he went to the Ladder of Heaven and visited the families of the five holy emperors. Something abnormal happened after he entered Qianshi."

"But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing, but a good thing. He has gained enlightenment on the various forms of the mortal world, has improved his swordsmanship, and is trying to... merge."

The eight knowledgeable eyes moved from Xu Xiaoshou to him: "Conjunction?"

Li Fugui's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his face turned red, his head began to buzz, and green smoke came out of his head.

He is just a small person. Even though he called himself Master Li before the ancestor tree and others, he still has low self-esteem and is still small.

Even though I had been ordered by Master Shou before and had communicated with Master Bazunzhen several times through the communication bead, I was no stranger to this voice, but I was still frightened and apprehensive.

"Yes, the conjunction means, it means..."

Li Fugui was going to be mad at himself.

It's not like he hasn't seen the Ten Lords, Love the Common People, etc. He even witnessed the fall with his own eyes.

Why did he behave so badly in front of the Eight Masters?

But after "just" for a long time, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know what Master Shou was understanding from the beginning, and he immediately turned his eyes to Mr. Siren in embarrassment.

Mei Siren carefully selected the paper fan in the ring and said with an extremely indifferent expression:

"I, the student, said that your qualifications are relatively stupid, and after studying more than ten physiognomy, you only came to the ordinary conclusion that all physiognomy are equal."

"He was different. As soon as he came into contact with the appearance of sentient beings in the world of mortals, he thought of 'making the foundation of this world with all kinds of red dust, and using thousands of reincarnations to determine the roots of previous lives'."

brush!

That’s all.

Mei Siren threw out the paper fan with all his strength, and slowly shook it, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Bazun glanced at it. The book on the fan read:

"It's not the same thing."

He couldn't help laughing: "Your students are indeed more powerful."

"Hahaha." Mei Si laughed with a smile, and walked a few steps with his head held high. He didn't know what he was walking for, but he was just proud, "right? I'm not worse than Yutu, right?"

Ba Zunzun ignored the arrogant old peacock and looked back at Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou's state was indeed strange. He seemed to be enlightened and sober. He seemed to have not yet fully immersed himself in it. He said:

"There is no superiority or inferiority, but we are equal at the end."

"Under the same conditions of practice, the appearance of all living beings and the two lifetimes have natural suppressive power over the other appearances."

"You have achieved some success in the famous swordsmanship. You can indeed study the way of combining it carefully, but I don't know this way either. What the future holds is up to you to explore on your own."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly opened his eyes, and he was pretending to be asleep: "I understand these, let me tell you something useful."

Bazunzhen had long been accustomed to Xu Xiaoshou's straightforward way of speaking, and said with a smile:

"Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, but they can only be used as a reference."

"What I think is that the images of sentient beings in the mortal world can indeed be used to broaden your path between two lives and consolidate your foundation, but it is probably a bit difficult to use mountains and seas to help you cross your reincarnation."

Li Fugui didn't understand a word of it. He listened with his eyes wide open and felt that it was very rewarding.

My scalp is itching, it must be that I am about to realize the innate sword intention.

Seeing Master Shou's eyes blazing, he said to him: "As long as the mortal world is the sword of all sentient beings, don't forget the love sword of mountains and seas, and then the world of mortals will be transformed into various reincarnations. How about working hard on my reincarnation?"

Bazun nodded knowingly: "Yes."

"What kind of method can I use to knock on the mysterious door?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Li Fugui's pupils suddenly trembled.

After confirming that Master Shou was not joking, but asking this question very seriously, his heart beat faster again.

What, I'm just too weak, they are already talking about the third realm of Love Swordsmanship, the Mysterious Sect?

Isn’t that the way to become a god and an ancestor?

Once this mysterious door opens, isn't it the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor?

And if even Master Shou can reach a level or two of the Xuan Miao Sect with such a rough understanding of Taoism, what level of the famous swordsmanship that he previously practiced and was recognized by the Eight Masters will reach what state?

Master Shou is like this, but what about Master Bazun?

No one answered Li Fugui's question. Even the two elders were waiting for Bazun's answer and shook their heads:
To be continued...