Chapter 137: The Old Story of Dagger

The mountain that the steward said refers to Qingyang City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Niu Hao looked at the person in charge and asked:

"What can happen to Qingyang City?"

The steward shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Every once in a while, the Tianjing Pavilion in Qingyang City would send newly selected students to Kongming Mountain.

Every time he came, the Taoist priest who supervised the new life would also bring some private goods and exchange them with several heads of stewards on the mountain.

The new students who went to the mountain worked hard to make the country prosperous, and they wanted to enter the Taoist academy one day earlier and cultivate the Tao and learn immortals.

Until he was left in the Futian Lower Courtyard and spent many years in vain, his ambitions slowly eroded, and he would miss the wine and meat, and miss the love of Hongchen.

According to the rules of Kongming Mountain, wine and meat are fishy, of course, you can't eat them.

It's just that when a person doesn't even know whether he wants to adhere to his identity as a Taoist priest, what rules and precepts do he care.

The steward said that something might have happened to Yamashita, just because Tianjing Pavilion hadn't sent a new student for a long time, and no one had come to exchange with him.

Qingping looked up and said:

"Even if something really happens to Yamashita, it won't affect us. No one in the world dares to come to Kongming Mountain to find trouble. ā€

There's nothing to be afraid of staying on Kongming Mountain.

But I'm in Qingyang City, and there are still people who remember.

Niu Hao gnawed on the dry food, he couldn't help it, and asked at Qingping:

"Isn't there a second way down the mountain?"

The second way down the mountain?

Kiyohei shook his head.

Niu Hao looked at the housekeeper again.

The housekeeper shook his head lightly and said:

"Even to the realm of the Upper Court Immortal Master, no matter where you go, you can go against the wind. It doesn't matter the way up and down. ā€

Qingping was a little disbelieving, and asked the steward:

"It is said that the Immortal Master of the Sky Ming can fly against the wind, who has ever seen it?"

The steward nodded and said:

"I've seen it, it's true. ā€

"That puts it that way...... ā€

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"The Immortal Master is really already in the Immortal Class. ā€

The steward nodded again and said:

"Otherwise, how can you call it an immortal master. ā€

Qingping said:

"I've been on the mountain for so long, and I've never seen an immortal master. ā€

The steward snorted and laughed, and said:

"So we only deserve to be busy in the room, and we don't ask for any immortal ways anymore. ā€

For the fact that he can only be busy in the room all his life and is not worthy of seeking immortal Dao, Qingping has no idea, and turned his head to Niu Hao and asked:

"Tell us, what happened to you today?"

"Dagger. ā€

Niu Hao said the name of the dagger, and the steward's face had changed color.

Qingping had only heard of it, but had never seen it, and asked Niu Hao with a curious face:

"It is said that the dagger swallow is extremely evil, fierce and abnormal. Is it true?"

Evil, it's quite evil. Fierce, and fierce enough. But is it really to the point where it makes people smell bad?

Niu Hao looked at the steward.

The steward's face changed when he heard Niu Hao say the name of Dagger. That means that the steward knows how powerful the dagger is.

Niu Hao looked at the steward, who was silent for a long time, sighed and said:

"Speaking of which, it happened when I first went up the mountain. One of the brothers and sisters who went up the mountain with us was ordered to collect medicinal herbs, and when he came back, the whole person became different. ā€

Qingping couldn't help but ask:

"Why is it different?"

The person in charge obviously didn't know how to talk about it, and after thinking for a long time, he said:

"Though the man has returned, his soul has been snatched away. All day long, in a trance, like a walking corpse. ā€

Qingping still wanted to ask, but was held down by Niu Hao.

The steward went on to say:

"That senior brother told him about the situation when he went out to collect medicine, and led them to see it. It's just that when he went, he was alone. This kind of thing lasted for more than two months, until one day the tutor of the Taoist Academy came to the lower courtyard to select disciples, and only then did he find that there were more than a dozen fewer freshmen who went up the mountain. ā€

Qingping couldn't help but say:

"So much?"

The steward nodded, and after a while, he said:

The matter was traced, and the brother who caused the accident was finally found. The senior brother couldn't hide before he confessed to him, and he tricked the dozen or so senior brothers into front of Dagger, and let Dagger swallow it. In return, the dagger gave him the joy of fish and water. ā€

How can it be?

Niu Hao looked at the steward.

The dagger swallows the lower half of his body and is sealed in the impregnable rock, what to do with the freshman in the lower house.

The steward looked at Niu Hao and saw the doubts in Niu Hao's heart, but he didn't answer. Instead, he continued:

"If I don't take a roll call that day, I'll be taken to Dagger. I know how a monster whose body is sealed in a rock has a good time with a man. ā€

As he spoke, the steward laughed again.

"It's just that I've learned the skill of dagger, so it's impossible to tell you about that past again. ā€

Kiyohei asked:

"And then?"

"What's after. ā€

The steward said:

"That area has been turned into a forbidden place since then, except for the immortal venerable who patrols the mountain, no idlers can enter. ā€

Niu Hao asked:

"Two months before and after, more than a dozen new students entered the mountain, and the tree spirit has not been discovered?"

The steward looked at Niu Hao and said:

"I thought you wouldn't ask. ā€

What do you mean by that?

Niu Hao stared at the steward, and the steward said:

"The immortal venerable of Guan Mountain, when he went to inspect every once in a while, he really didn't see any clues. ā€

The steward said, turning his head to look out of the door.

There was no one outside the door.

The steward lowered his voice and said:

"I've only heard that this isn't the first time this has happened. ā€

Dagger devouring freshmen in the lower house?

Niu Hao looked at the steward, and the steward nodded. Then he said:

"I've heard that this happens every dozen years. I've also heard that if you don't let the dagger swallow the living, it will wear down the dagger's power over time, and the dagger will eventually become waste. ā€

Niu Hao's eyes widened and he was about to speak, but the person in charge had already waved his hand at Niu Hao and said:

"I'm just hearsay, not counting at all. Among the students of the lower house, there are many such strange forces and confusions, and they are arranged to be nothing more than to entertain the usual boredom, so there is no need to believe it. ā€

If it is really a bedside story that is not credible, the person in charge will not tell it in front of Niu Hao.

The steward added the latter sentence because he was afraid of getting himself into trouble.

But Niu Hao, what trouble will it bring?

The steward said to Niu Hao:

"During the day, Senior Brother Yuanguang came to you and said that the righteous immortal who came to the court sent a message back, let us entertain you well, and don't slack off. ā€

The steward said, and asked Niu Hao tentatively:

"You are also the immortal elder of the orthography generation?"

As he spoke, he was ready to bow down.

Niu Hao hurriedly waved his hand at the steward.

I have a word called righteousness, but I don't count them.