Originally, the ghost thought that a person who could convince himself that a person who could sit and talk with him would not be "illiterate" anyway, and planned to wait for the polymorphic word to prompt it later, but he didn't expect it to be such a result.

If Xiao Lang is allowed to learn now, let alone whether he has the time or not, he doesn't even have the basic external conditions - the number of pen and paper is enough to write down the next exercise, but it is definitely not enough to learn a new language, especially since this teacher can't hold anything, so he can't pick up a pen to demonstrate.

"Hey, it's also my negligence, forgetting that even if you know the Tao, with your mortal womb**, the original scriptures written can only have their own form, and they are useless in cultivation." The ghost sighed, and he had been alone in such a lonely environment as the Life and Death Box, so long that he had forgotten some basic common sense.

If an ordinary person can copy a complete exercise book, then why should the masters and elders of various sects directly give the disciples the exercise book when they teach the exercises, and let them go directly to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion or something like the other to copy it.

"In that case, then I won't force it too much, just ask my seniors to tell me the way forward."

I was fortunate to lose my life, although my hope was disappointed, but Xiao Lang was not too depressed. His original goal was not to complete the "Immortal Pole Primordial Sutra", if there was this opportunity, it would naturally be better, if not, Xiao Lang would just treat this incident as if it had never happened.

Although it is a pity, Xiao Lang is not the kind of person who likes to dwell on useless things after all, and now, the NPC ghost he faces is very easy to communicate, and at least he can be regarded as half of the natives in the life and death box, in this case, Xiao Lang actually hopes to get some information about the life and death box from his mouth, so as not to let his eyes go black again.

Like the feeling of not knowing what the road ahead was when he first entered the life and death box, Xiao Lang really didn't want to experience it again.

"You wait and let me think about it again and see if there's anything else I can do." The ghost seemed to be inadvertent, lowered his head, but asked Xiao Lang again: "I don't know what has become of the outside now, can you tell me everything you know." ”

This Xiao Lang didn't have the need to hide it, and he didn't think too much, just because this ghost hadn't communicated with anyone for many years and wanted to talk to someone.

Xiao Lang's eloquence is okay, although there is nothing literary, but the organization is very clear.

It doesn't take much time, after all, Xiao Lang has limited knowledge, and he knows about cultivating immortals, and he only knows a rough idea, and he doesn't even know what other sects are good at.

What's more, it can only be regarded as the news he saw on the forum, whether it is true or false, Xiao Lang can't tell it, so he has to tell the ghost that these are his own hearsay.

Xiao Lang had been talking for about a quarter of an hour, and then he saw that the ghost was lost in thought, and he stopped making a sound, and sat down to the side, chatting and resting.

The ghost thought for a long time, and seemed to have finally thought of a way, but he shook his head at Xiao Lang and said: "There are three levels in the Life and Death Box**, the first level is the Wen Pass, and all cultivators who are not strong in the Dao will be trapped and die here, turning into an immortal like me, and then use their own false path to embarrass future generations." I don't know how many years have passed, you are the third cultivator I have ever seen, the first two, it is estimated that they are also floating around here, you are lucky, you met me, of course, it can also be said that I am lucky. ”

The ghost is not so much explaining the life and death box to Xiao Lang, but more like explaining his life experience and telling Xiao Lang how he became what he is now.

It is conceivable that if Xiao Lang can't unlock the false path of the ghost, then he will also be troubled by the false path and stay in the box of life and death from now on.

As for what kind of "stay" method for players, Xiao Lang doesn't want to try.

"If you pass this first level, you will naturally be in the second level, which is for the martial arts. Defeat those sword spirits all the way, only then can you pass, fortunately, the strength of the sword spirits will change according to the level of cultivation of the coming person, and it is impossible to descend with force, I hope you can also break through. ”

The ghost's speech was getting slower and slower, and although the things he said were not detailed, they were of great help to Xiao Lang.

After this paragraph, Xiao Lang understood that the weapons in his Qiankun bag could no longer leave his hands.

"As for the third level of life and death, there is no record in the division, and the seniors who can break through seem to have all broken their memories, and nothing can be handed over to the juniors, so the old man has no way of knowing, but he just knows that everyone who really breaks through the life and death box is all cultivated to make great progress, as for the legendary sword root, presumably you are also here for this, as far as I know, not everyone who has broken through the life and death box can get it," the ghost paused again, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he continued: " Everything else depends on your own creation. ”

Xiao Lang listened and felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't tell what it was.

But seeing that the ghost finished speaking, he no longer spoke, but turned around and didn't know where he was facing, knelt down heavily, and said word by word: "I don't hear the number of the Dao, the seventeenth generation of the Heavenly Sword Sect's unscrupulous disciples, who have cultivated to the end of the spiritual void, entered the box of life and death in 18,367 years, and have not realized the true way. ”

Xiao Lang was stunned, he didn't know what the ghost was, to be precise, what this ghost named Buwen was doing. He couldn't understand the meaning of the ghost's words, and he couldn't understand why he was speaking with pathos at this time.

"Today, I heard that the master is afraid of a great change, but he is unable to break through, thinking about the obsession of the past, and hating himself for being useless, he has an empty body of Taoism but cannot pass it on, he faces the ancestors of the past dynasties, does not hear, ashamed! Ashamed! Regret! ”

The ghost knocked to the ground, his voice choked, and tears gathered in his voice.

“…… If this little friend is indeed the heir of my Heavenly Sword Gate, it is the protection of the ancestors, so that if you don't hear the opportunity to make up for it, although you don't regret it, if this little friend is not the heir of my Heavenly Sword Gate, you will not listen to the ancestral teachings, and you will not be willing to end up in reincarnation, and you will not dare to be born in the ......."

Xiao Lang finally understood why he felt wrong just now, it turned out that the ghost didn't hear it and had a will to die, and he was explaining what happened to himself.

"Little friend, come here." The ghost still knelt on the ground, turned his head to Xiao Lang and said.

"Seniors, don't do it!" Xiao Lang said out loud, at this time, it doesn't matter whether it is etiquette or not.

Xiao Lang is unwilling to owe people favors, and even less willing to owe people such a grace of life and death.

This is different from the nature of the Tibetan Sword Master to save himself, that time, although he saved his own life, but for the head of the house, it can only be called casual, and now, this ghost is obviously going to die to teach himself the Tao, this kindness, let Xiao Lang take something to pay back, especially may never have a chance to pay back.

"Why not?" Ignoring it, he kowtowed to heaven and earth three times before he finally stood up, turned to face Xiao Lang, and said, "I just asked you about the outside world, and I already understood that this world is no longer the world I knew at the beginning. ”

The ghost's tone was indescribably heavy, but it was difficult to hide his pride, but this pride was also as heavy as carrying the mountains of the world: "Twelve Great Immortal Gates? It's what a grass mustard! Shushan Immortal League? On that day, the three or five bereaved wild dogs dared to call themselves the Immortal League, in this world, I am afraid that there will be no Heavenly Sword Gate for a long time. ”

"Burial Sword Villa, since there is a recipe for entering the box of life and death, and there is a fragment of the "Immortal Pole Primordial Sutra", it must be related to the master, whether it is a branch that has been passed down, or the culprit who destroyed my sect, the old man is just a big gamble." The ghost smiled faintly, but this smile was not a smile, but it was all bitter.

"If it is a branch, the old man will die without regrets, if it is the culprit, it may be, the master has died, let this system be passed on, and it can be regarded as some contribution to future generations."

"But this ......" Xiao Lang was interrupted by the ghost before he could finish speaking.

"In fact, you should understand that in such a place, living one more day is a punishment, and death has long been a luxury for me, and it is also a relief. If it weren't for the demonic thought in my heart before, I'm afraid I would have been gone. The ghost sighed: "The box of life and death is really cruel, it doesn't even give the chance of reincarnation, if I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I'll have to stay here for an unknown number of years, compared to other ghosts who are still wandering here, I am lucky." ”

This is the ghost comforting Xiao Lang, although it is true that as he himself said, it is a great torture to live so lonely here, but for a cultivator who once pursued immortality, giving up life means giving up all hope, this decision, not everyone has the courage to make.

"But even if the younger generation Xiao Lang is a person from the Burial Sword Villa, this primordial scripture is not obtained from the Burial Sword Villa." Xiao Lang still said the words that seemed most important to him, and this time, he was not interrupted by the ghost.

Xiao Lang also briefly described the relationship between himself, Yan Wunuo and the Burial Sword Villa, although he didn't know much about the cause and effect, but at least he knew that before he came to the Burial Sword Villa, he and Yan Wunuo were not disciples of the Burial Sword Villa.

"That's the case." After hearing Xiao Lang's words, the ghost didn't show any surprised expression, as if he knew it was like this.

Originally, Xiao Lang said these words in order to give the ghost hope of living, but he never expected it, but the result was to make the ghost more convinced.

"Okay, no more nonsense, come here." The ghost was laughing, as if it were a smile of rejoicing that it was free.

Xiao Lang instinctively resisted, but somehow, looking at the smile that he didn't smell, his footsteps involuntarily walked towards him, Xiao Lang didn't know, this was a means used by ghosts, but the effect of this method in the past was to make the living lose their spiritual sense and become a walking corpse-like existence, until the body dissipated over time.

Buwen put one hand on the top of Xiao Lang's head, and said: "You already have a master, so although I teach you this time, you and I still have no master-apprentice status." ”

"Xiao Lang understands." Xiao Lang bowed and replied.

He understands that in fact, this is the cruelest thing to ignorance, if he has no teacher and no sect, then Xiao Lang himself can become the only disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the world, even if the ghost does not hear it, even if he dies, it can be regarded as retaining the last trace of incense for his own sect, and he will truly die without regrets.

But now, Xiao Lang can't worship under the Heavenly Sword Gate, even if Yan Wunuo may not have fulfilled his responsibilities as a master.

I understand this truth even if I don't hear it, so I have the sentence "You and I still have no master-apprentice status".

"The power of my soul is not much, I can only choose two of the three essential exercises of the Heavenly Sword Sect to teach you relatively easily, and the remaining "Heavenly Sword True Solution", as well as other methods of the Heavenly Sword Sect, depends on your future chance."

"Yes."

"If you have the chance, I hope you ...... Forget it, let it all be fate, I can't force you. ”

Ignoring the last long sigh, his entire body turned into a wisp of white soul and flew into Xiao Lang's body.

It was like being pierced on the skin by thousands of thin needles, which suddenly made Xiao Lang feel unbearable, but in just an instant, the pain disappeared, but this also meant that the last trace of the ghost in the world was gone.

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ps: Judging from the growth frequency of this recommendation vote, the battlefield of the soldiers has to be a street book again, which is weird.