The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

"Brother Dijiang, let's stop guessing and thinking. Let's go up the mountain! Once we get up the mountain, everything will be clear." Jiujiu said.

"it is good."

The two of them quickened their pace up the mountain because they had doubts in their minds.

Although the mountain road was rugged and tiring, neither Dijiang nor Jiujiu took a break or slowed down, but went up the mountain as fast as possible.

Fortunately, the two of them have been practicing martial arts since they were young. Their physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary people and their patience is good, so they don't need to rest. Otherwise, they would not be able to bear this speed.

More than an hour later, Di Jiang and Jiujiu arrived at the top of Buzhou Mountain.

It was midday, meal time, and there shouldn't be many people on the top of the mountain. However, when the two arrived, they saw many monks there, lining up to draw the Long Yuan Sword.

The Western Monk Guarding the Sword didn’t know why, but only two monks were left.

Moreover, looking at their appearance, they were pale, hunched over, coughing, and their lower body was not very stable. They seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries.

It's really strange, their martial arts are already high enough, who can still hurt them?

Jiujiu and Di Jiang looked at each other, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

"Go and ask."

"Ah."

Jiujiu took a step forward, patted the little novice monk on the shoulder, and asked: "Little master, can you tell me? Why do you suddenly have so many people taking turns to draw their swords?"

"Didn't that old monk Xi not let him draw his sword easily? He couldn't even try."

"Why did it suddenly change?"

When the young monk heard someone talking, he turned to look at Jiujiu and Dijiang, and said seriously: "Donor, this mountain is not peaceful. You should go down the mountain quickly!"

"It's not peaceful?"

Jiujiu became even more curious.

【What happened? 】

[Looking at them like this, it should be no small matter. 】

Di Jiang asked: "Little Master, what kind of unfair method is this?"

"Yes..." The little monk was about to say something, but stopped himself and murmured: "Why am I telling you this? You can't help me much."

"Anyway, go down the mountain quickly! I won't say any more to you."

"It will be my turn to draw the sword soon. I have to prepare and start drawing the sword." Only by pulling out the sword can they avoid this disaster, otherwise, everyone will die.

After the young monk finished speaking, he began to stretch his muscles and bones, and no longer paid attention to Jiujiu and Dijiang.

The two young monks in front of him had already begun to draw their swords one after another.

But none of them pulled it out. The palms of their hands were still injured and full of bloodstains. One of them was bleeding, which was shocking to watch.

Di Jiang and Jiujiu glanced at each other for a few times, then came to the remaining two old monks who were sitting on the lotus platform and watching.

"You two, do we also want to draw our swords?"

"How do you like it?"

The two old monks shook their heads together and said: "Two donors, why is it you again? Haven't you been here before? My senior brother also said that you can't draw the sword."

"Our senior brother will naturally not lie. You should leave quickly!"

The eldest brother knows how to calculate and read. He said that if the two of them can't draw the sword, they will definitely not be able to draw it out.

Why waste time?

What's more, they have no time to waste now. They only have one day to change the final result, and every minute and every second is precious.

"Can't you even try?"

"Anyway, there are already so many people trying, and there won't be many more than the two of us!"

Jiujiu went up the mountain twice, and both times she was refused to draw the sword for various reasons. Even if she tried, she got angry.

She put her hands on her hips, pointed at the old monk who told her no, and cursed: "You two old monks are too pedantic, your brains are embroidered, you don't understand everything, you are too rigid."

"Your senior brother said we can't draw the sword, does that mean we can't draw it out?"

"How powerful are your senior brothers? Can you predict unknown things?"

Jiujiu is strange. Are there really people in the world who can calculate everything?

She doesn't believe it.

God will not allow such a person to live.

"Yes, our senior brother is so powerful. He can calculate and predict unknown things." The third senior brother said firmly.

"Then has he figured out when he will return to the west? When will he be reincarnated as a human being?" Jiujiu was so angry that he couldn't speak at all for a moment.

Jiujiu originally thought that the old monk would be angry at her, but the old monk was unusually calm. The old monk even murmured sadly: "Elder brother really didn't calculate when he would return to the west..."

Jiujiu: "..."

Is she right?

Jiujiu felt like a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse.

Di Jiang glanced at Jiujiu and then said, "In this case, it proves that your senior brother's calculations are not too accurate and cannot be fully trusted."

"..." When the third senior brother heard this, he stopped talking and looked very complicated.

Jiujiu said: "Can you just let us try?"

"I...I'll think about it."

The third senior brother has been shaken and is willing to consider it.

Not far away, the junior brother of the third senior brother was already preparing to go up in person. He is the strongest among their western brothers, and the most promising one to pull out the Long Yuan Sword.

The disciples of several of them have all tried, but they can't pull it out. Now the hope of pulling out the sword lies with him and the third senior brother.

He glanced at Third Senior Brother, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and held the sword with both hands, "Third Senior Brother, even if I risk my life, I will pull out this sword with all my strength."

When the third senior brother heard this, he had no time to think about the matter. He also took two steps forward and said: "Junior brother Xi, you must try your best."

"I believe you can do it."

"After all, among us in the west, no one is as strong as you."

"I understand." Junior Brother Xi said, "I'll start now."

Junior Brother Xi drew his sword. Despite his age, gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and a stiff back due to internal injuries, he drew his sword without hesitation at all.

The veins on the backs of his hands holding the sword were so strong that they stood up, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

And around him, there was the invisible power emitted when he drew his sword. The young monks who were close were all bounced away and fell to the ground. They all covered their hearts and groaned.

After they got up, they murmured: "Master Xi is so powerful, he will definitely be able to pull out the sword."

"Everyone, just watch. After Master Xi pulls out his sword, he will definitely be able to help the First Master and Second Master take revenge."

"Correct."

"Everyone will wait and see."

It's a pity that Junior Brother Xi pulled it out all night long. His hands were dripping with blood when he pulled it out, and he tried his best to pull it out. He was about to faint, but he couldn't pull it out.

Seeing this, the third senior brother also went to pull it out, but again, he couldn't pull it out.

But the time agreed yesterday has arrived. If the winter is not cold, we will go up the mountain.

How to do?

"Can we just wait to die?"