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Every guest who comes to visit the Sword Shrine in the world, no matter how prominent his status is, no matter how powerful his cultivation is, must pass through the Sword Washing Lake.

The sword mound in the world, a thousand and one martial arts realm cultivators, ten sword master realm powerhouses, and a sword cultivator in the land immortal realm. With this momentum alone, it is enough to make countless sects in the cultivation world look up.

Moreover, the dead buried in the sword mound are the powerhouses of many major sects, although the sword mound bears the general accusation of this mausoleum keeper, but the authority is above any sect.

In terms of strength, except for the Heavenly Sword Sect, except for the Starfish Heaven, and except for the richest Bu family in the world, there is no sect that can have one ten-thousandth of it.

A small boat floated slowly from the lake, and the person rocking the boat was the old man wearing a bamboo hat yesterday. It's just that this time there were five or six cultivators dressed in black standing on the boat.

When their boat had rowed, the old man who rocked the boat lowered his oars and shot an arrow into the air, and immediately five small boats flew from the opposite shore, like arrows.

Many people who came to worship the elders of the sect jumped on the boat one after another, and seeing that the boat was speeding towards the opposite shore again, Zhuo Zangfeng thought to himself, the sword mound in the world really did not drag the mud and water.

The old man wearing a hat is named Zhou Shaoyao, proficient in water, and likes to swing lightly on the surface of the lake, and his cultivation is a swordsman-level powerhouse in the "Four Divine Realms".

Just as the other people identified the guests, asked for the names of the worshippers, and led them to the boat, the boat staggered to the shore and walked towards the place where the coffin was laid.

Several sect disciples from the Shenhu Sect and the Backing Mountain Sect hurriedly stepped forward to greet them with a smile, and led this boat-rocking man who specialized in testing the cultivation realm of the deceased to his side.

Zhou Shao listened to their report on the origin of the teacher, frowned slightly, and asked them to open the coffin.

Several people hurriedly opened the lid of the coffin, but instead of looking at the corpse, Zhou Shao ordered them to take out the magic sword.

The so-called magic sword, in the meaning of the sword mound in the world, is not a sword branch used in the secular practice of exorcising demons and demons, but refers to the sword worn by the practitioner before his death.

Only the sword left behind by a practitioner after death, or the sword that has been refined into a sword element, is qualified to be called a magic sword.

Zhuo Zangfeng followed their gaze and saw that the sword taken out of the coffin of the Gushan Sect was gorgeously decorated, and he did not feel any sword qi through the sandalwood scabbard, and he thought that it was also a blade above the mortal grade.

The boat shook and drew the sword out of the sheath, but the sword was full of cold light, shaking lightly, and the sword bloomed.

Zhuo Zangfeng shook his head, this sword is just a sword of beauty, it has only its appearance, and there is no magic in it.

Zhou shook his sword into the sheath and said, "A third-grade martial arts realm cultivator, a gorgeous sword, is not enough to be buried in the sword mound of the world, let's go back and be buried on your sect mountain!"

The disciples of the Backing Mountain Sect did not dare to question it, sighed and put the sword into the coffin, and then carefully covered the coffin.

When he opened the coffin of the Shenhu Gate, Zhou Shao glanced slightly at the inside of the coffin, and immediately said: "Don't look at it, the sword has not been refined into the sword element, and the person is less than a first-grade martial arts realm, go back." ”

The big disciple of the Shenhu Sect said with a smiling face: "Mr. Zhou raised his noble hand, we have prepared 10,000 taels of silver. ”

Zhou Shao didn't wait for him to finish speaking, his face changed suddenly, and he said angrily: "Five thousand taels of silver was originally the burial expenses and management expenses, why, do you want to bribe me with an extra five thousand taels of silver?"

The big disciple hurriedly said, "Don't dare! Don't dare!"

The boat shook off him, turned and jumped onto the boat.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that he ignored him, stood on the shore and asked, "Why doesn't Mr. look at my coffin?"

Zhou Shao glanced at him and said, "You are so capable, you can find the master of the sword shrine, where am I qualified." Then he rocked the boat and left.

Many pilgrims and people watching the excitement saw that the boy was rejected, and Mr. Zhou, who was in charge of the ferry at Kenzuka, couldn't help but laugh when his tone was completely teasing.

Zhuo Zangfeng knew that this ferryman must have been specially advised by Mu Jieyou to embarrass himself, and looked at the small boat that was constantly ferrying people, and his heart was slightly angry.

The originally gray emotions of the Backing Mountain Sect and the Divine Tiger Sect saw that this young man was being ridiculed at this moment, and they felt psychologically balanced, although they did not have the courage to take revenge, they also laughed at each other and nodded, seeking a kind of satisfaction.

At this moment, a small boat on the lake flew over, and the people on the boat shouted: "The master said that the stinky boy is very big!"

Then there was another small boat, and the people on the boat shouted: "Invite Duan Qianhua here, maybe you can!"

Then there was another boat, and the people on the boat shouted: "Invite Meng Taixu here, maybe you can!"

What does that mean?

Is this revenge on himself? Or is it a kind of cat and mouse play? Zhuo Zangfeng was indignant.

Those boats did not stop, as if they flew away, those who worshiped the elders of the sect had already crossed the lake, and there were many people on the shore who watched the excitement.

The people had no scruples, giggling and laughing, thinking that they had seen the most interesting scene in their lives.

And those who crossed the lake also lined up on the opposite shore, waiting for the sword mound to open the gate for them to enter.

At this time, they looked at each other across the lake, and although they couldn't see their facial expressions clearly, they could imagine that they must be laughing at themselves.

Zhuo Zangfeng thought angrily, if he couldn't say anything, he didn't care about the rules of the sword mound, and simply flew over the lake with the coffin.

At this moment, the crowd on the opposite shore shook, and a gorgeous ship suddenly appeared in front of me.

The people standing on this side of the town recognized the boat, and someone screamed.

"This is the big ship of the owner of the sword mound, and no one is allowed to ride it. ”

"Did the master come out in person?"

An old man who looked like a private school teacher muttered to himself, "I have lived for sixty years and have not had the opportunity to see this living immortal, it seems that God has opened my eyes, so that I can still have the honor to witness the honor before I die." ”

The big ship moved calmly, getting closer and closer to the town, and gradually saw an old man in a white shirt standing upright.

He had white eyebrows and white hair, fluttering like a fairy, and those people immediately knelt down on the ground and called him "Immortal Venerable".

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that his face was ruddy, his ears were extremely long, and he had a graceful and elegant fairy demeanor, thinking of his recklessness last night, and now this old man also returned to himself, and he felt like he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

The wind on the lake lifted Mu Jueyou's long hair, and the old man waved at the people who knelt down on the shore, and smiled to let everyone get up.

Not far away, Yao Caiweiyi, who was carrying two swords, had been here for a long time.

She had noticed Zhuo Zangfeng for a long time, but when she suddenly met here, the girl suddenly felt a kind of homesickness in her heart. Maybe in her consciousness, she wanted to see Zhuo Zangfeng, but when she really met it, she began to hesitate.

She was still covered with a face scarf, and she was even more hesitant to see Zhuo Zangfeng being ridiculed by the people on the boat one by one, and being laughed at by these useless and malicious people on the shore.

In fact, before coming here, the master had said that with Huiyue's cultivation, she might be rejected by the Sword Shrine of the World, and her double swords were not refined into Sword Yuan, which really did not conform to the rules of the Sword Shrine of the World.

Our Lady of Wanhua told her not to force it, the owner of the sword mound in the world eats soft and not hard, if she doesn't agree, go back to Datang as soon as possible, don't waste your tongue.

Yao Caiwei faintly felt that the master was a little jealous of the owner of this sword mound, but she couldn't be sure.

At this time, seeing that Zhuo Zangfeng was really rejected, and even ridiculed, he was even more unsure about the burial of Huiyue's double swords in the sword mound.

However, there was also a sense of indignation burning in my heart.

Because of the ridicule that Zhuo Zangfeng received, her heart suddenly fluttered. (To be continued.) )