Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

There are four saints in Wusheng Pavilion.

The Sword Saint, Huo Qiushui; the Flame Saint, Yan Wuji; the Flower Saint, Hua Splashing Tears... There is no strong binding relationship between these four saints. The other three saints are relatively young, and the Sword Saint has been alive for two decades. When it comes to canonization, he has the oldest qualifications and also has the right to speak.

More than one-third of the true disciples in Wusheng Pavilion are from the Sword Saint faction.

It's no secret that Huo Qiushui's lifespan is short.

And when people are about to die... they always want to leave something more for future generations.

All Huo Qiushui's actions in the past ten years have given people a rather impatient feeling.

In the past, the Wusheng Pavilion was relatively aloof and would not be involved in the small struggle for power. The original intention of its establishment was to pass on the knowledge learned throughout the life of the saint.

However, this method of master-disciple passing down from generation to generation will inevitably lead to limitations such as sects and sects in Wusheng Pavilion.

The reason why Wu Sheng Pavilion has not changed in the past is because the leader maintains a pioneering spirit.

It's a pity that Huo Qiushui is old.

Half of the body was buried in the loess.

He had to start thinking about his posthumous affairs, and even if he was as noble as a saint, he could not help but be concerned about his reputation and interests. No matter how detached he was from the world, his disciples, relatives, friends of relatives, and relatives of friends would all open their mouths to ask for things. For meals.

Originally, with Huo Qiushui's hundreds of years of management, Wusheng Pavilion's status was difficult to shake.

It’s just that times are changing so fast that many people are unexpected.

Who would have thought that before the Sword Saint reaches his old age, Daxia will usher in an unprecedented era of great strife?

There are too many heroes in this generation, just like the heroes of the Three Kingdoms in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, who sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Relying on the capital and affection he left behind, I am afraid that it will not be enough for a long time, and sooner or later it will disappear within a few decades because of his fall.

As a pioneer, the saddest thing is to see the successors surpassing you one after another; as an extraordinary practitioner, the most painful thing is that by the time you see this world of great strife, you are already old.

Don't ask any more questions.

Everyone knows that Sword Saint Huo Qiushui has some reluctance in his heart.

And those standing opposite Wusheng Pavilion, whether it was Ren Nanbei or Bai Yu, could be regarded as the arrogant tyrant of the old saint.

What they transgressed was the system established by the Sword Saint when he was young, the traditions he established, and what happened after his death.

Ren Nanbei didn't want to face the Sword Saint now, and he had the intention to retreat the moment they met him. Since he knew that the other party would definitely not give way, why bother to get angry with Feng Sheng?

The scorching sun has receded.

Bai Yu stepped forward.

The two made completely opposite moves.

"Junior, dare to borrow the way from senior."

Bai Yu didn't have much time, and he didn't have time to waste on the road.

Ahead is Sword Saint Huo Qiushui. Even if it's a forest of swords, guns, and swords, you have to walk through it.

Huo Qiushui looks like an old man with sunken eyes, wearing a pair of glasses, a hat on his head, and a cane in his right hand. He looks like an ordinary fortune teller.

If they hadn't met here but just met on the roadside, who would have thought that this was the Sword Saint who had dominated the Great Xia for nearly half a century.

He is also recognized as the strongest Sun in the last world.

It's just that few people of this generation or even the previous generation still remember the deeds or name of the Sword Saint.

People are forgetful, and so are the times.

The Sword Saint's body is wrapped with the aura of old age that is so strong that it cannot be dissipated.

However, even the decayed body still contains an edge that can destroy the world.

The old man Guo Haihuang...heh, who believes it?

Huo Qiushui looked at the young man five steps away through his reading glasses. He was so old that he no longer had a beard. He was tapping the ground gently with a cane in his right hand.

"You want to borrow a way?"

"yes."

"What if I want you to go back?" The old man's voice was low, as if rusty metal scratched against a strength-testing abrasive, very stiff.

"I'm sorry to have to obey." Bai Yu's answer was equally blunt.

The Sword Saint's slightly stooped waist slowly straightened up: "What a young man who doesn't know what to say."

The old man did not show the displeasure as Ren Nanbei expected, but showed a slightly weird smile: "If it had been thirty years ago, I would have admired you very much, and then recruited you into the Martial Saint Pavilion..."

"No." Bai Yu replied quickly: "The place is too noble and not suitable for ordinary people like me."

The corners of Ren Nanbei's mouth twitched and he stopped talking.

Huo Qiushui pondered, he closed his eyes, and suddenly asked: "It is said that you fought the Tyrant three times and still managed to defeat him by a small margin?"

"Is this a question?" Bai Yu said.

"It doesn't count."

"Then I don't need to answer." Bai Yu said bluntly: "Please ask the question."

The Sword Saint's crutch hit the ground, and a violent gust of wind blew through the path, whistling and sharp, and the falling leaves pierced the ground diagonally, leaving feather-like scratches and marks on the cement floor.

"Little one, be more patient and polite to the elders."

Bai Yu wiped away a trace of blood on his face: "The prerequisite for respecting the elderly is that the other party loves the young, and..."

He glanced at his torn sleeves: "My clothes are very expensive. Even if I am canonized, I will have to pay for it."

Ren Nanbei was already sighing, you are so arrogant... None of the three current Jiaoyangs combined can speak well like you. You are just a storage box, so good at holding it?

But Bai Yu thinks that what he said is correct. His clothes are indeed very expensive, not because of the price, but because of the intention. Miss Su personally selected them.

The last time his clothes were broken was back to the time of the Overlord, but the other party was an outlaw, and he was also Tao Rusu's biological father. How can I put it, I couldn't open my mouth.

Sword Saint Huo Qiushui was not angry. At this rare age in his life, his emotional fluctuations had been infinitely close to zero, and he could not be shaken by changes in big or small things.

He knocked down the cane just to test the other person's quality.

Seeing Bai Yu's unchanging expression, he was already 70-80% sure of the answer to the question he just asked.

If he didn't have the courage to face the tyrant of the Ten Evils, he would have already taken off the monkey's head and drank wine after just one encounter.

This is still a young man under twenty.

Hey... young man.

"If you want to get over, you have to follow the rules." Dao Sheng returned to the topic and raised a finger as thin and refined as an old tree: "I only asked one question. If you answer it correctly, you will go. If you answer it wrong, you will go back. This is Zhonghu. We will not tolerate the younger generation’s mischief.”

Bai Yu knew there was no room for bargaining.

So he turned to Ren Nanbei and said: "Write down the topic and return it to the hair forum... Forget it, you might as well make a short video."

Jiaoyang's eyes widened and he thought to himself: What the hell are you doing this?

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "As expected of you."

Then he turned on his phone and started recording video.

This is called being prepared, just in case the sword sage asks, "Are you a thing?" Many people say they can't see the future, but they have seen the future. "Is death out of danger?" "Is grass an aphrodisiac?" etc. Featured... This is simply not the right answer.

Ren Nanbei is here as a witness, and there is a video as evidence. The majestic swordsman is almost 200 years old, so he can't lose his face, right?

Bai Yu thought that he didn't have great wisdom, but he still had some cleverness.

But the Sword Saint just calmly took out a coin from his pocket, flicked it with his fingers, and with a buzzing sound, the coin spun directly up to a height of 100 meters.

"When the coin hits the ground, is it the number side or the pattern side?"

Huo Qiushui began to ask a classic question: "As long as you answer correctly, you can go directly to Zhonghu."

Hearing this, Ren Nanbei frowned silently. He really wanted to remind Bai Yu that there were often traps in this kind of multiple-choice questions that seemed like two choices.

Guessing a coin is a very classic multiple-choice question.

In most cases, it's either heads or tails, and only rarely can you stay standing.

In the hands of the saint, a coin, whether it is front or back, standing upright, or changing from a coin to a square, can be changed in the other person's thoughts.

It's like a rock-paper-scissors game where both sides seem to be winning.

A: How about we play rock-paper-scissors? If I win, give me a piece. If you win, I will give you a hundred.

B: Then I won’t lose any money?

A: It depends on luck.

B: Okay, when will it start?

A: It has already started.

B: Then rock scissors...

A: You go first.

As long as Bai Yu answers, I'm afraid Sword Saint's desire to change the outcome of the game is just an idea of ​​his.

This is the result under the rules set by the other party.

If you don’t want to let people pass, there are a million ways to intercept you.

If you answer, you will step into a trap; if you don't answer, you will fail by default.

Knowing this, I threw the coin in the sky while asking the question.

This Sword Saint... is really a cunning old man.

Ren Nanbei silently thought about how he could break this situation.

No matter how you answer it, it's wrong. The best way is to create the answer yourself.

The most direct way is to answer 'it won't fall to the ground' and then destroy the coin directly.

However, since the other party is a saint, it is impossible to make small moves under his nose. He can only be tough.

But the tough one may not be the opponent.

The opponent's situation is stronger, and its strength is stronger, and it has the absolute initiative. It is impossible to try to come back with a little cleverness; otherwise, it is just a matter of luck, and it is just a random result, and then it is left to fate.

Ren Nanbei boasted that he had seen strong winds and waves, but at this moment he still couldn't stop his emotions from rolling.

He couldn't think of a foolproof solution.

Ren Nanbei even thought about a deeper level. Maybe guessing the coins was not the real purpose. He was taking this opportunity to test Bai Yu's foundation. At this time, Bai Yu's choice will directly determine the attitude of Huo Qiushui and Wusheng Pavilion.

He is a reckless man, but not an idiot. He will have more thoughts about the more powerful saint. Various possibilities emerge, and he feels that the temperature of his CPU is soaring like a toaster oven.

He couldn't find an answer and looked at Bai Yu, wondering what kind of answer he would give to pass this level.

All I can say is that there is little hope.

The two of them only had a superficial understanding of the Sword Saint. It was not easy to figure out the thoughts of this two-hundred-year-old monster. They were also about the same age, and the animated version of Han Paopao understood it much better than him. .

In this oppressive silence.

Wait until the coin has flown past the highest point and begins to fall toward the ground.

Bai Yu finally made a move.

He raised his hand and made a polite gesture.

"Senior Sword Saint...you guess first."