PFC Chapter 1044: Rumors
Chapter 1044: Rumors
Chapter 1044: Rumors
What's wrong with Meng Zhending's head?
Su Lin really wanted to shake this bald monk's head to see if it was full of water: "Which eye of yours saw me being chased by the soft and cute Mei Hongtan?!"
"The newspapers said that after your affair with Kaguya, she came to Eientei and banged on the door to try and take you away." Meng Qi omitted key words and the intermediate details:
"You really like the only phoenix in the world, and you yourself are Haotian, aren't you?"
This historical construction
Could it be that he wants to shift the primary target of the Demon Saint Spear's hatred onto himself?
"Open your eyes and look carefully."
Before Su Lin could even swallow what was in his mouth, he grabbed Meng Qi's clothes with his greasy fingers, rubbed and kneaded them, then pinched the man's chin and moved him towards the location of the gray-haired star core essence that resembled a cat and a tiger:
"Do you think I would have a crush on her and then be rejected with the line, 'My only love in this life is my seven-foot sword'?"
"Wasn't this just a joke I made on a whim, based on a feeling I had? They can't hear me when I communicate with you using telepathy." Meng Qi smiled.
“No,” Su Lin’s expression fell, “She has already realized it.”
Meng Qi: "?"
Not far away, Xing, who was mimicking the trajectory of a sword move, suddenly stopped. She noticed that her gaze had been drawn to Su Lin and Meng Qi, then to herself and Jiang Zhiwei, and then swept over the witch, Kaguya, and Ruan Yushu.
Gradually.
Her lips curled up wildly to the sides, her smile so bright her eyes narrowed: "I see."
"?" Meng Qi slowly typed out a question mark, as he felt the hand clamping his jawbone tightening its grip. Upon closer inspection, he saw bulging veins on the hand, making Su Lin's face appear somewhat ferocious.
"It's normal to have feelings for your older sister during puberty, my silly little brother."
"You always say you don't see me as a girl, but you secretly have a crush on me?"
"There shouldn't be any browsing history like [Star's Lewd Pictures] on the computer, right?"
Meng Qi didn't know if there were any browsing records on the computer, but he knew that Su Lin must be furious right now.
Why is Meng Qi so clear about this?
Judging from the fact that even with his powerful physique, he could still feel his jawbone almost shattering, his rage bar was nearly full.
The heavenly fire was drawn from its sheath, and a sorrowful look appeared in its starry eyes: "All my life, I have only loved the seven-foot sword."
shut up!
Even Meng Qi couldn't keep his composure anymore, since Jiang Zhiwei had stopped comprehending the sword technique and was now looking at him strangely, as if asking why he had to tell everyone about it.
She only read this passage to Meng Qi.
But how could Meng Qi know that this girl's abstract thought process could detect the elements and synchronize with this side in the first instant?
Fortunately, Su Lin had already let Meng Qi go first and attacked the taunting target, flashing to the back to launch a chokehold attack.
"What are you so smug about?!" Su Lin tilted her head back and gritted her teeth, "Why do I have to be the one with the 'secret crush' persona?"
"Unrequited love turns one into a yandere, huh? Heh, that's interesting. Cough cough!"
Xing rolled her eyes and said with difficulty, "When you were little, you were playing in your room and almost got hit on the head by the trash can that fell off the cabinet. I rushed over and caught the heavy thing. After that, you said you wanted to marry my sister when you grew up, haha."
Before I fainted from lack of oxygen, a fog of thought and a rain of senses suddenly descended before my eyes. Through hues, overlapping peaks, riddles, and illusions, a star god composed of a bunch of abstract pigments seemed to be glancing down.
The signs of a new destiny are faintly visible.
"First, I am your older brother."
"Second, get out of here, myths."
He casually tore off a certain fate-related influence that was clinging to him.
The childhood was already miserable enough with just rummaging through trash cans, licking fences with his tongue, experiencing death by fighting the Mother of Illusion at the age of thirteen, and being filled with these suddenly added memories while stewing himself in a hot pot. How could there be such an odd plot?
Su Lin let go of his hand, intending to find some time to deal with the guy who was actually structuring history.
By the way, Fuxi, could you please tone down your admiring gaze?
Don't look at me like some kind of innate deity. The underlying code logic of other worlds is different from yours.
"My child is talking nonsense, please excuse her. What she just said was that she only loves the seven-foot stick in her life," Su Lin explained.
Sword girls and knife girls are one thing, but why are there club girls and staff girls?!
Wait, that's not the point. The point is that the kind of self-deceiving statement is even more shameful!
Meng Qi's face twitched, but he hadn't spoken yet.
Jiang Zhiwei paused for a moment, then slowly smiled as she looked at Meng Qi: "Your friends are very interesting. This young master doesn't seem like the 'Bewitch Heart Black Lotus' that's rumored to stir up trouble with just a few words."
Meng Qi wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Even the shameless Xiao Meng couldn't resist these two clowns, but it was like a boomerang hitting him, so he could only respond with a wry smile.
A short while later, Xing, who had regained consciousness, walked up to Jiang Zhiwei and said, "Coach, I want to learn swordsmanship."
"I'm afraid I can't teach you." Jiang Zhiwei shook her head.
As a martial artist, she could sense that this somewhat eccentric gray-haired girl, whether in her movements when imitating her own sword techniques or in the power she possessed, had already surpassed the level of the external realm, concealing a terrifying aura.
"Is your sect still recruiting?" Xing blinked.
"Are you serious?" Meng Qi's eyelids twitched.
Xing nodded and said, "For my next destiny's exclusive weapon, I want a sword."
"However, the requirements for sword cultivators are strict, especially those of the Sword Cleansing Pavilion."
"It's alright. Whether it's talent or willpower, this young lady is an excellent choice."
Su Wuming sat cross-legged under the ancient tea tree of enlightenment, with a long sword resting on his knees. He opened his eyes and said, "Moreover, her talent in swordsmanship is even stronger than Zhiwei's. The sword moves she imitated with a stick just now already had some true essence."
The Sword Washing Pavilion is a pure sword cultivation sect. It has no obsession with the size of the sect, but on the contrary, it is extremely strict in selecting its members based on their qualifications.
Sword cultivators seek self-realization, focusing solely on themselves, their hearts, and their swords.
It might sound a bit ridiculous, but this was the first time Su Wuming had ever seen someone achieve such perfect harmony between person and staff. He saw the gray-haired girl's unwavering devotion to the staff, a perfect fit, as natural as using her own arm.
Using a baseball bat to wield sword techniques seemed a bit incongruous, but seeing that she also possessed a flaming greatsword and was equally devout in her martial arts practice, indicating a strong inner strength and unwavering will, Su Wuming had some thoughts.
However, judging from their strength, it is unlikely that they will join the Sword Washing Pavilion. Exchanging some sword techniques and essentials is sufficient.
Su Wuming possesses legendary characteristics and has fully grasped the essence of swordsmanship. When he was about to demonstrate the principles and way of the sword, it naturally attracted a lot of attention, including a certain Vajra scholar who was devoted to the sword.
"Senior, do you think I can learn from this too?" Song Shuhang drew his sword and brandished it, mimicking the trajectory of sword moves, his eyes filled with hope.
"While I won't keep my possessions to myself, young friend..."
Looking at the sword intent radiating Buddhist light on its blade, Su Wuming remained silent for a moment before saying, "There's no need to be too attached to the sword; focusing on your own path might lead to greater achievements."
This can no longer be described as a lack of talent.
More than 20 years ago, he traveled around the martial arts world and saw all kinds of swords in the hands of martial arts figures, such as clumsy swords, stupid swords, and crazy swords. He had never seen a sword like the one used by the pregnant scholar before.
With every gesture, he inadvertently transformed his swordsmanship into knife skills.
"I'll think of another way." Song Shuhang smiled awkwardly but was not discouraged.
In the past, it would have been fine. With such a vast universe, there must be a way to quickly master the Great Dao of Swordsmanship, even for a fool. The ideal style would be that of an elegant sword immortal or a Confucian cultivator.
However, thanks to this interlude, after the commotion subsided, Meng Qi's old friends in the real world became familiar with the chat group members and talked about everything.
Aside from the fact that some eyes were still fixed on Su Lin and Meng Qi, making them feel somewhat uncomfortable, some people also noticed that the two were in remarkably similar situations.
However, Su Lin's style is more abstract.
"I really want to stab you with a sword," Su Lin said expressionlessly.
"If it's the Azure Jade Void Sword, this humble Taoist wouldn't mind."
Meng Qi pretended nothing was wrong and dared not turn around, while Gu Xiaosang behind him smiled faintly and transmitted her thoughts: 'Husband, don't really follow in your second uncle's footsteps.'
"How about I cover all the expenses for Meng Qi's wedding and invite more people over?"
Ye Fan asked Xiao Yan, "The city management department of Zhutian City also needs a vacation. I'll spend a lot of money to equip the city management captain with a long spear. Anyway, they're all innate gods, so even if it's not a phoenix, a dragon will do."
Xiao Yan silently took a half step back: "My family has been quite harmonious lately."
I don't want to experience the midnight storm.
"My family is the same." Ye Fan shrugged. He glanced at Shi Hao, who was silently eating, and thought of Huo Ling'er, who had transformed into a dark phoenix.
Is it a tradition for the phoenix to hunt down Haotian?
"What?" Shi Hao wiped his mouth.
"nothing."
Both are named 'Haotian', but this one is more suitable for Pigsy.
"Xiao Xiao said she hasn't seen Nannan in class lately, and she misses her older sister Nannan," Xiao Yan asked on behalf of his daughter.
“Xiao Xiao is still too young. I've compared her to several of Nannan's classmates, and Chen Nan's sister is clearly more like her age,” Ye Fan said, glancing at Xiao Yan.
"But you know the specific reason yourself."
"I don't know." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes at the man, then took the freshly cooked medicinal porridge to feed his daughter breakfast.
If a separate subgroup were created now, and Fuxi were made the administrator, he should add Ye Fan to it instead of looking for himself.
Because he and Xun'er were actually childhood sweethearts.
The inner world of Iwamori, the Heavenly God Sect that was moved here.
The vice principal is getting married tomorrow, but the students' classes cannot be stopped. Therefore, based on what his clone saw and heard during his travels in the real world, Iwamori created a nearly similar fragment of cosmic light, replicated the races and life forms he saw along the way, and put the students into it for a journey.
However, the elementary school classes are a bit more relaxed.
At the school gate, Chen Nan and Hei Huang each picked up their own children, chatted for a few minutes, and then walked together.
"Chenxi, did you enjoy your time with Sister Nannan?" Chen Nan asked, holding Chenxi's little hand.
While searching for the ancient ruins of Hundred Flowers Valley, he refused to believe that Yu Xin had vanished. The appearance of dawn was like a spring of life flowing into his heart, giving Chen Nan the motivation to keep going.
However, he did not regard the child as a shadow of Yu Xin, but as his own younger sister.
That's why Chen Nan wanted to give her the best cultivation education resources so that she could one day stand on her own, after all, she had the talent of an ancient powerful human king.
Chenxi nodded: "Sister Nannan is very gentle and capable. I like her very much!"
"Really? Then you should learn more from your older sister, Little Nannan," Chen Nan said with a smile.
"Brother, in today's Dao Heart Trial class, the teacher asked about her ideal in cultivation. Sister Nannan said that her reason for cultivating to become stronger was to protect her brother."
"That's great! Big brother is also waiting for you to become stronger so you can protect me."
"Then when I grow up and become stronger than my older brother, can I be your bride too?"
"when"
Chen Nan's words came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at the shy Chen Xi: "?"
Not far away, the Black Emperor gritted his teeth, seemingly preparing to act on behalf of Heaven, while Little Nannan sat on the Black Emperor's back, raising her clenched fist for Chenxi as if to encourage her.
Should we change Xiao Chenxi's learning environment?
That night, in Chang Le, the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
As dusk settles and the moon shines brightly over the azure sky, the interplay of lanterns and moonlight reveals the bustling prosperity. Although there is no curfew, the streets and alleys are mostly deserted, except for restaurants, inns, and other places where there is constant noise and discussion.
"You're saying that with Mad Blade and the Holy Maiden of the Luo Cult getting married, will the Luo Cult send people to snatch him away?"
"Hmph! The Luo Cult is nothing but a leftist. His Highness the Mad Blade is the sworn brother of the Emperor of my Great Zhou. If they dare to cause trouble, we will make sure they don't leave alive!"
"Hey, you idiot, how can a mortal dynasty compare to a divine sect?"
Bang!
Someone slammed their hand on the table and stood up, pointing at the guests at the next table and demanding, "What did you say?!"
"I say you're all fools," the man dressed as a swordsman chuckled, showing no sign of backing down, and said:
"Gu Xiaosang is the Holy Maiden of the Luo Sect, rumored to be the reincarnation of the Eternal Mother. The Luo Sect has a history of countless millennia, with dynasties rising and falling, and families changing one after another. What do you think the Luo Sect relies on?"
The swordsman was clearly a seasoned veteran, possessing information that was difficult for ordinary people to obtain.
"So what?! Mad Blade is the number one on the current Heavenly Ranking, and he has received the inheritance of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. He is also a divine sect, so why would he be afraid of your Luo Sect?!"
"You can eat whatever you want, but don't say whatever you want. Who is the Luo Cult?"
The swordsman sneered: "The number one spot on the Heavenly Ranking is indeed dazzling, but weren't the ancient overlord and the five-generation Mystic Maiden dazzling as well? Wasn't the overlord the number one in the world?"
Even though many schools have declined, they have indeed met a tragic end. Mad Blade Su Meng's actions were still too ostentatious. Now the world is undergoing a great change, and everywhere one can hear of various great figures emerging. The Luo Cult is even proclaiming the return of a divine messenger.
I only expressed my slight reservations because I was afraid he would implicate the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. Why is that wrong?!
The swordsman slammed his hand on the table, threw down a few silver coins, and then walked towards the accommodation area upstairs in the inn without looking back.
The young master who had spoken out earlier fell silent for a moment before saying, "I've also heard rumors that Mad Blade is the reincarnation of a demonic Buddha."
Rumors are spreading silently.
(End of this chapter)