I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 449 Three Moves
In front of the window, the autumn wind is rustling.

Feeling the cool wind, Lu Shan heard the laughter of Xian Ji and Qiu Yu, and noticed the sudden change in their painting style.

Suddenly, he felt his body gradually becoming lighter, and then gradually began to drift like smoke, like duckweed without roots or ties.

Seeing Lu Shan's tall and straight figure suddenly lying on the ground, Xian Ji was startled.

But take a closer look.

The white eyebrows under the ghost's face suddenly turned thick black, and the brown under the eyes suddenly turned purple.

And Mengmeng Daqiuyu, who was about to respond to Xianji's question, heard a thud, and hurriedly searched for the source of the sound, and saw Lu Shan lying in front of the window.

She didn't think too much, and she didn't have the emotional change like Xian Ji, she got up and ran over to check the situation.

half an hour.

He touched his face, sniffed, checked his pulse, and straightened his shirt.

After that, Qiu Yu raised her head and blinked, looked at Xian Ji, and said, "Senior Sister, he is not dead, he just passed out!"

Immortal Fairy looked funny, and thought Qiu Yu was a little silly, so she asked softly, "It's cold in the ground, why don't you help him up?"

Qiuyu said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" and grabbed Lu Shan's right arm, and threw him onto the bed with a little force.

boom!
Lu Shan's arm hit the edge of the bed, and a small bruise appeared, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Fortunately, it wasn't the head that hit him, otherwise he might have a concussion or something, and it's not impossible to be knocked into a fool!

I don't feel tired after working, but I suddenly feel short of breath after finishing work.

After Qiu Yu finished throwing a man, he was taking a deep breath of the cool air.

Xian Ji shook her head helplessly: "I told you to put him on the bed, but I didn't ask you to throw him on the bed!"

Qiu Yu stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

Xian Ji walked to the side of the bed, stretched out a slender finger with flesh and blood, and gently placed it on the back of Lu Shan's neck.

After a while, she withdrew her slender fingers, hid them in her wide sleeves, and murmured:
"Sure enough, did he enter that trial illusion again? I just don't know if he can comprehend the next part of the subduing magic pestle!"

...

A courtyard, three small buildings.

Looking at the familiar scene, Lu Shan couldn't help guessing:
"Could it be that you want me to read the book again to comprehend the next part of the Subduing Demon Pestle?"

"Although reading books is not a problem for me, if you always read books, it's a bit boring! Can you have something new?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the scene of the three-story building change.

Responding again, he was surprised to find that everything had changed.

The three-story building disappeared, and the lotus pond disappeared.

The entire courtyard became a desolate and desolate cemetery, and the neat rows of bookshelves turned into grave mounds arranged vertically and horizontally.

An old stone tablet is erected in front of each grave, and some words seem to be engraved on the stone tablet.

Although Lu Shan was surprised, he didn't panic.

Having seen the mountain of corpses massacred in the city, this small scene on the grave is just a side dish for him.

Standing outside the cemetery, he saw nothing unusual in the cemetery except for a few dead trees and a few croaking crows.

So, he didn't observe carefully, but walked into the cemetery leisurely.

As soon as he entered the cemetery, he felt a cold air spread from his back to his spine, and then spread all over his body. He couldn't help but think to himself:

"The momentum of this cemetery is really not covered, it's cold enough!"

Walking in front of the first tomb, he made a Taoist gesture with both hands, and recited the scriptures of rebirth.

Later, he squatted down to check the writing on the stele.

However, after reading it for a long time, he didn't understand it.

The writing on the stone tablet is very strange, it is not the current writing in this world, it looks like twisted old tree roots, firmly entrenched on the gray surface of the tablet.

"Oh, by the way, let's try using the qi technique!"

As soon as the thought came out, strands of devilish energy appeared in his eyes, as if the entire eye area was shrouded in a gray mist.

In Lu Shan's eyes, the words on the ancient stone tablet began to change a little:
The inscription, which resembles the roots of an old tree, is slowly becoming a current text that he can understand.

Looking at the inscription, he read slowly:

"The Opening Chapter of Jiang Mo Pestle: The ancient survivors open the gate of heaven, and all spirits are born in the gate of heaven."

He frowned and cursed secretly:
"What the fuck?"

"Shouldn't it be the next chapter? Why is there a beginning?"

"Could it be that there is an opening chapter before the first chapter of Jiang Mochu, there is a middle chapter between the two chapters, and there is a final chapter after the next chapter?"

At this time, with doubts all over his forehead, he laughed and cursed:

"What bullshit? There's even an ancient survivor?"

"In ancient times, it would take tens of thousands of years! But isn't the history of the collapse of this world only more than 300 years?"

Seeing the word "Tianmen", a thrill appeared in Lu Shan's mind:

"I've always heard that the former savior Allen has a shining door. Couldn't that door be the Heavenly Gate mentioned here?"

Quiet!

Chilling!

His thoughts stopped suddenly.

After a long time, his eyes turned cold, and he said:
"I'm the savior? Why do I feel that guy Allen is not the former savior, but still the savior?"

"Whether it's people like Shen Zhengjing or some people who have a deeper understanding of the savior, they say that I have not yet awakened, and I am an unawakened savior!"

"Could it be that guy is the real master, and I'm just a fake who was dragged here by Hei Jiansheng?"

"Or..."

His eyes became colder and colder, and he muttered to himself: "A scarecrow who protected that guy Allen from some kind of disaster?"

Gradually, he calmed down.

"Ha ha!"

A frosty sneer sounded suddenly in the cemetery.

Lu Shan got up slowly, his eyes were as calm as his mind, and he sneered:

"That fellow Black Sword is indeed a sinister and cunning sword!"

"No, its real name is the Sword of Salvation. Isn't it reasonable to be loyal to the savior? Ha ha!"

The sneer was full of endless ridicule, but he didn't know if he was mocking him, or Hei Jian or someone else?
After a while, Lu Shan was thinking again:

"If Black Sword brought me here to ward off disaster for Allen, then I must at least have the ability to resist that kind of disaster."

"It would be really interesting if it's what I think it is."

Touching his chin with some stubble, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said in his heart:
"First of all, as long as the time for the disaster has not come, or I don't have the ability to resist the disaster, or my cultivation speed can't meet certain requirements."

"Then neither that guy, Allen, nor that bastard, Heijian, should really kill me!"

"Secondly, the most important thing I need to do is to find out whether my guess is true."

Thinking about it, a cold light flashed in his eyes suddenly, and then he returned to normal, secretly said:
"Sure enough, I think it's too simple?"

"Perhaps, I need to take my eyes off Alan and Hei Jian and look at it from a bigger, higher and more comprehensive position."

"Also, what are their immortals thinking?"

After thinking for a long time, he almost recalled the memory fragments or past events from the beginning to the present, and even before, trying to find a clue.

However, the results were disappointing!

Standing in front of the stele, his eyes swept across the graves, his expression became more solemn.

Ten minutes later, he squatted down again and began to interpret the inscription:
"...All spirits are born in the formation. The years are silent and long, and all spirits are multiplying, and 24 generations have passed like this."

"I don't know when, the magic appeared, the magic of the magic power appeared!"

"In just three years, the demon has become the king of all spirits, enslaving all spirits to work for him."

"The human race was extremely weak at the time, but compared with other races, it had a more unruly soul, that is, a deep consciousness."

"The enslaved human beings have an endless yearning for freedom. In order to gain freedom, we helped the ghost clan gain wisdom and try to escape the fate of being enslaved together."

"..."

"We went through a lot of hard work, and finally found the legendary gate of heaven, in which we found a way to fight against demons, that is, kung fu and martial arts."

"Among them, the most powerful technique or martial art against the demons is called the Subduing Demon Pestle!"

After deciphering the first inscription, Lu Shan was completely attracted by the history of the human race and the ghost clan fighting against the demon clan.

But when he turned around, he had a question:
"According to this inscription, there is a history of 500 years from the earliest times to the present."

"However, all the people, books, and even word-of-mouth anecdotes are clearly telling me that the history of the collapse of this world is only more than 300 years old!"

He is now in a predicament of thinking, and he doesn't understand:
Is the inscription nonsense?Or are people in this world being deceived?Or are they both right?
He didn't get much information about cultivation from the first inscription, so he walked to the next grave, ready to decipher the next stele.

...

Room A001, third floor, library building.

This room is exactly the room where the red lacquered wooden door Lu Shan had been to.

At this moment, Chang Douzi was half lying and half sitting on the sofa, with his huge bare feet stacked on the coffee table in front of the sofa, holding a bottle of freshly opened wine in his hand.

Ton!Ton!Ton!grunt!

He raised the wine bottle and took a big gulp of wine into his open mouth.

"Ah~! Hiss~!"

With a refreshing sound, he laughed drunkenly and cursed:
"Fuck, what kind of shit, they are all against me, against me, against me, but I snatched three treasures from inside the door, and I took them out to scare you to death, scare to death..., you!"

As he spoke, he fell asleep staring at the wine bottle in his arms, and kept talking about beating and killing.

Outside the red lacquered wooden door, the master swordsman in blue was leaning against the wall, quietly listening to the drunken "nonsense" of his master, with an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

...

In the phantom cemetery.

Lu Shan had already walked to the side of the seventh grave, muttering to himself:
"The inscriptions on the first three steles all introduce the history and origin of the Subduing Demon Pestle, as well as some stories about people who learned how to use the Subduing Demon Pestle."

"There are also some stories about the sacred artifact of the library building, and some connections between the library building and the demon pestle."

Glancing at the fourth to sixth steles, he chuckled softly and said:
"It's all about the first chapter. It's a detailed interpretation and supplement to the general outline of the first chapter of the Subduing Demon Pestle in my mind."

He retracted his gaze, squatted down, looked at the seventh inscription, and guessed: "This inscription should also be an interpretation of the previous chapter!"

However, as soon as he released the Qi Watching Technique, he felt that his eyes were going to be "blind", dirty, and needed to be cleaned.

Because he saw a "man with red fruit" on the stone tablet, holding a fire stick and beating himself to the sky!
The "pure" Lu Shan, who was taken aback by the "man with red fruit", cursed unconsciously: "Me! What the hell was that just now! Exhibitionist!"

However, I thought about it a little more.

He felt that those actions that made him hate himself were a bit like...

Stick moves!

"Ah! Could it be that my heart is dirty! I'm so good!"

Lu Shan complained to himself.

The eyes were filled with demon energy again, and the eye sockets were filled with gray mist for a while.

Automatically shielding some parts that are not suitable for girls, he carefully observed the man's almost masochistic movements, and tried to practice with the Brilliant Cangming Sword.

Putting away the brilliant Cangming sword that was regarded as a stick, he said with a chuckle: "Hey hey, it really is some moves of stick martial arts."

There were only three moves in the stick technique just now, and in Lu Shan's view, there were too many extra moves, and there was no swiftness and bravery in drawing a knife or cutting with a sword at all.

Casting the Zhanwang Qi Technique again, looking at the inscription on the stone tablet, he scratched his head and said:

"Is this really a martial skill derived from the Demon Subduing Pestle that those people admire so much? Why do I think it's just some useless low-level moves?"

With a suspicious expression on his face, he looked at the seventh stele with eyes full of the sense of "is this a stone stele that makes up the number?"

Although he had doubts, he continued to interpret the words on the stone tablet according to the established order.

The eighth stele...

The ninth stele...

It was not until he completely deciphered the four stone tablets of No.20 that he finally completed his interpretation of the first chapter of Jiang Mo Pestle.

At this time, when he went back to comprehend the previous three strokes of stick martial arts, he had some different understandings from before:

"It seems that these three stick techniques are not as unbearable as I thought just now, and there is a vague trend of merging them into one move!"

"Perhaps, after deciphering all the inscriptions, I will be able to integrate the three moves into a complete one!"

Thinking of this, he continued to decipher the inscription, just like a tireless researcher.

However, when he walked to the No.20 five graves and looked at the words on the stele, he suddenly felt his eyes blur.

And then, he appeared in the three-story building again, but this time he was not outside the building, but on the second floor.

Looking at the rows of full bookshelves, he felt happy and said to himself:
"It's much easier to read this way, and I can still read his books for thirty or fifty days!"

After that, Lu Shan began his study life that lasted more than ten days.

thirsty?hungry?Sleepy?tired?
All he needed was a small healing pill to solve all his problems.

When I read, I always feel that time flies so fast.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

He finally read all the books on the second floor without landing.

At this time, there was another extremely loud drumbeat in his ears.

(End of this chapter)