Li Qingshan looked around, only to see the bewildered Li Xiaoyao. Although he had already made up his mind to end his grievances, he could not sever the feeling of being connected by blood. When he thought about how the name "Xiaoyao" originated from his bad taste, he said,
"You're coming with me!"
"Me? Where are you going? "Li Xiaoyao pointed at his own nose.
"What're you asking so many questions for? I can see that you have some talent, so I'm going to take you out for training! "
Li Qingshan grabbed Li Xiaoyao's shoulder and took off. The guardian sword formation no longer stopped him, vanishing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
The disciples of the Sword Collection palace stared at him blankly. They still had no idea what had happened. The short, plump young man sighed. "Sigh, Xiaoyao sure has hit the jackpot. He's actually caught the eye of an elder. Sigh, why don't I have that kind of luck?"
"Elder Shang Qing, where are we going to train?"
This was the first time Li Xiaoyao had been so high in the sky. He saw the scenery on the ground change rapidly. Apart from his instinctive fear, he also felt an irrepressible excitement.
"We're here!" Li Qingshan turned around and descended rapidly.
Li Xiaoyao first felt the world spin around him before the entire ground slammed into him. He could not help but pale in fright as his heart seemed like it was about to leap out of his throat.
With a thump, Li Qingshan landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Li Xiaoyao collapsed on the ground, still feeling like the world was spinning around him. He recovered after quite some difficulty and looked around, only to discover that he was only at the foot of a barren mountain. It did not even seem as dangerous as the Sword Collection palace's mountain peak.
"Elder Shang Qing, where are we?"
"Don't call me elder!" Li Qingshan barked. He was completely sick of this form of address right now.
"That's … se, senior!" Li Xiaoyao shuddered inside. His legs became rather weak. It was even more terrifying than flying through the sky.
"What are you afraid of? Am I going to eat you?"
Li Qingshan said in displeasure, but he had forgotten that he was currently furious. The ruthlessness of a Daemon King or Demon King could really scare people to death if he accidentally leaked it.
If Li Xiaoyao didn't believe that this "Second Uncle" wouldn't hurt him, he would have turned around and fled. He clenched his teeth. His voice trembled as he said, "No. No! "
Li Qingshan sighed in his heart, "You know who I am to you. Keeping a distance from me isn't a bad thing for you. You will naturally understand in the future. Anyway. The Sword Collection palace was not a good place. Don't go back. "
"Ah!"
Li Xiaoyao cried out. He had always wanted to be a swordsman, so he had only managed to enter the Sword Collection palace after much difficulty. After decades of perseverance, he was about to reach the Hidden Sword Peak and pull out the sword, but he was told not to go back. It was as if he was about to lose his life.
Before he could say anything to defend himself, a large hand pressed down like a dark cloud, grabbing his head.
"Count yourself lucky! Originally, even if you had another thousand years, you still might not be able to see or touch this Heaven and Earth Contained Sword Manual. Now that I've passed it to you, how much you can comprehend will depend on your own ability. "
The various changes of the Heaven and Earth Contained Sword Manual were reflected in Li Qingshan's sea of consciousness, directly imprinting them into Li Xiaoyao's mind.
Li Xiaoyao's body twitched as if he had been electrocuted. An unimaginably intense pain spread through his entire body, as if an entire world had been forcefully shoved into him. His body and soul had expanded by hundreds or thousands of times, and his head felt like it was about to explode. He wanted to faint, but he was terrifyingly clear-headed. He could feel every tiny bit of pain.
In reality, if it were not for Li Qingshan's suppression with the spirit turtle, he really would have exploded and died.
As for whether Li Xiaoyao would directly lose his mind or not, that was not within Li Qingshan's consideration. Such a great fortuitous encounter had fallen into his lap out of nowhere. If he could not even endure this bit of suffering, then he could go die!
"It hurts! Let me die! "
Li Xiaoyao wailed inside. He really did want to die. Suddenly, he felt a gentle breeze brush past his face, like a person about to die of thirst in the desert who had encountered a drop of dew. Even if it was not enough to save his life, it was enough to comfort him greatly.
He tried to concentrate his mind on it, and in a daze, he saw the flow of sword Qi. His mind shuddered.
Even though he had no talent or ability to comprehend, this was the sword he loved the most!
It was like a rainbow refracted from a drop of dew. It contained endless, profound changes, which gradually drew his mind over, allowing him to endure the pain.
The first form of the Sword Manual of Heaven and Earth!
He used the three thousand sword forms one by one. Li Qingshan used an absolutely brutal method to directly imprint the Sword Manual of Heaven and Earth into Li Xiaoyao's mind.
Li Xiaoyao felt like ten thousand years had passed, but the sun remained high in the sky. It had only shifted slightly.
Li Qingshan loosened his grip, and Li Xiaoyao immediately collapsed on the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Before he completely fainted, he heard Li Qingshan's deep voice, "You've got some patience. You haven't let down the name Li Xiaoyao. Don't forget what I said. Stay away from the Sword Collection palace!"
"Yes, second uncle," Li Xiaoyao murmured in reply.
Li Qingshan smiled before immediately withdrawing his smile. He raised his head and gazed in the direction of Great Buddha mountain. He had a feeling that the ceremony for the coronation of king this time would not be peaceful.
Of course, every time he returned to Great Buddha mountain, he would always run into something, but just what was waiting for him this time?
The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga.
Because it was a holy land of buddhism, it was not decorated with lanterns or banners. Instead, it had only been carefully cleaned up. However, the faces of the monks and disciples were brimming with joy. Ever since the Soaring Locust King had escaped from the Demon Suppression hall, the entire Great Buddha mountain seemed to be enveloped by dark clouds.
Under the Soaring Locust King's vengeful attacks, news of fellow disciples dying in battle rang out endlessly. Countless creatures had died to the mouths of insects too. It was not just the One Lamp monk who felt deeply guilty. Every single disciple of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga felt responsible, ashamed to face their fellow cultivators and believers.
However, with the birth of a new Monk King, a hole seemed to be ripped open in the dark clouds. They could finally catch their breath. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga definitely would not be defeated by any danger!
Three magnificent streaks of light shot through the sky and landed in front of the mountain, turning into the master of the Sword Collection palace, Ji Xuanyue, and Ming Fei. The reception monk went up to receive them in a hurry.
The master of the Sword Collection palace said loudly, "The Sword Collection palace has come to pay a visit!"
"Welcome, palace master. Apologies for not welcoming you from afar, so please come up and have a chat!" The Dauntless monk's voice drifted down from the top of the mountain.
The three of them ascended the steps, passing through the mountain gates and arriving before the grand hall at the top. All they saw was the "four guardian kings" of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga gathered together. Even the Unraging monk had donned a brand-new kasaya, standing there with a smile.
After greeting one another, the master of the Sword Collection palace asked, "Where is fellow One Will?"
The Dauntless monk said, "One Will is still making preparations at the back of the hall. Please go to the side hall and rest for now. The ceremony is about to begin. When the time comes, she will come out to meet you."
The Unraging monk personally led the way for the three of them, taking them to the eastern side hall before bidding farewell and leaving.
Ming Fei drew her sword and shook it gently. The blade vanished, but the space rippled, and Hwa Seung-zan tumbled out.
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