Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 334 I Draw the Sword, That Is Hell

He took out a bunch of canned beef and fiddled with a beef stockpot. Marfa's military food is better than the average restaurant in both taste and quality.

There are barren hills all around, not even bigger trees.

Qianjou Wensheng's face changed greatly, as if she saw a scene that shocked her.

It seems to be talking about the sword, but more "Tao".

However, Su Lun also knew he couldn't help.

"This"

Su Lun walked around the Sensoji Temple carefully and looked at almost everything that could be identified with the All-Seeing Eye.

Both of them were still injured, so they didn't plan to run around, so they planned to stay at Sensoji Temple for a day or two.

She shook the demon sword Zongzheng in her hands. She didn't seem to understand. After thinking about it, she asked back, "Senior. May I ask what your kendo is?"

To be honest, it's life and death.

"What's so delicious?"

in front of you,

He needs a lot of the world to piece together those sporadic clues to see if he can find any clues to get out of here.

But coincidentally, he met his dead soul in this land of yellow springs.

But from the point of view of the strength of the soul, it only looks like the fourth and fifth orders, and it does not look strong. But the unwavering momentum of the ancient well gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Su Lun looked at the costume, guessed something, and added: "It seems to be the 'Buddha Carver' who stayed here before."

Qiantiao came to the hidden country in the mountains, and it was for this person.

There are so many things that Su Lun can't figure out.

Isn't it basic to prepare food when you go out?

But as soon as the old man said these words, the harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed.

Su Lun on the side listened to this, and looked slightly sideways. Qianjo's kendo cultivation base is not bad, and the "big swordsman" can be regarded as a master everywhere. But in this old man's tone, he was as unbearable as an apprentice who had just entered kendo?

A thousand noses in his sleep instinctively sniffed, but before opening his eyes, his body had already sat up. The loose cotton spun white clothes can't hide her beautiful figure, half of the collar is loose on the shoulders, and the deep V-collar makes the proud snow peak half exposed and slippery.

As soon as these words came out, Su Lun was completely relieved.

The sound of sword qi breaking through the air can be heard incessantly.

He asked casually, "Sister Qianjo, have you ever been hungry?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the old man's old face, and his aura suddenly became unfathomable.

When Qianjo heard this, he immediately became interested and said expectantly, "That swordsman?"

Suddenly, Su Lun exploded with goosebumps.

It is obviously an inconspicuous carving knife, but it seems to be more terrifying than the imposing manner of Qiantiao who draws out the demon knife, and it gives people an indescribable terrifying pressure. With every inch he pulled out, his aura increased.

It took a long time to recover from the shock.

Qianjo sternly said: "I have seen it. It is shocking."

Yes, this is the famous Akutagawa Ryuichi, the only kendo master in the Yamayin Kingdom who has entered the "Sword Saint" realm in the past 20 years.

In the courtyard, Qianjo slashed again and again with a serious expression, and traces were drawn on the snow on the ground.

In the battle yesterday, she suffered a big loss.

This is an understatement, but it seems as if a thunderous explosion sounded in the ear, "This is my swordsmanship."

After a while, the smell of stewed meat filled the entire hall.

Then I saw Su Lun's mean smile.

In the heart is the Buddha, and behind it is the hell.

As soon as the old man sat there, it seemed that he instantly merged with the surrounding environment. Just like those stone towers, stakes, dead trees, etc., become part of the environment. rather than an out-of-the-ordinary person.

Hearing this, Qiantiao's eyes fell into confusion.

Even Su Lun, a kendo layman, faintly felt that he had realized something. He looked at the wooden Buddha statues behind Akutagawa Ryuichi and understood something.

The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything about kendo, but looked at the sword with the white scabbard in Chijo's hand: "The sword in your hand is "Onimaru Hakumu Zongzheng", right? "

The old man didn't seem to mind that there were two more people here. As if there was no one else, he sat on the ponytail under the eaves, picked up the carving knife, and began to process the two pieces of wood he brought back. It looks like I want to carve a new Buddha statue.

After a good night's sleep, I have a lot of energy.

What's more, this is no longer a topic of "skill" level, and it may not be beneficial to hear it in advance.

While Su Lun was on the sidelines, he was also tinkering with his own alchemy.

Chijo also showed an air of alertness, and asked, "Monster?"

There seems to be no time difference in the Kingdom of Yellow Springs, and the moon in the sky has not moved its position at all, and has always been hanging in that position.

The food in this cursed space cannot be eaten, but fortunately Su Lun has enough food ready at all times.

Su Lun's eyes twitched as he listened, and then he laughed lightly.

The two of them were busy on their own, and the time was very leisurely, not like a T-level cursed space at all.

Step by step, after all, it is just extraordinary.

The realm cannot be measured by one-sided professional level, but generally speaking, the understanding of "sainting" at the level of law is the level of professionals around the seventh level.

Akutagawa Ryuichi's reaction seemed to be sluggish like that of an old man.

Seeing this attitude, Su Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man's tone was a little sigh, seeing the knife, as if seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"No. It should be a human soul."

Su Lun murmured in his heart.

The old man held the hilt of the carving knife in reverse, as if he was slowly drawing out a long sword.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head: "Jianxin is good, but that's not your kendo. Kendo is the spirit you have in your heart. Before you draw the sword, you think you are holding 'what', your kendo is what."

He was not idle either, he sat on the ground beside Akutagawa Ryu who was carving a wooden Buddha statue, put on a close fit, and then asked, "Mr. Akutagawa, do you know the Lord of Huangquan?"

Without waiting for an answer, he asked himself and answered: "I have also held this hell demon soldier. It's a pity that it doesn't want to recognize me as the master. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands, but it's fate."

With a carving knife, he drew out a more terrifying aura than a thousand demon knives.

(End of this chapter)

Seeing this scene, Su Lun had a very strange feeling.

Fortunately, there are no ghosts near here, and it is quite safe.

"it's fate"

Su Lun didn't take it lightly at all. Although people are ghosts after death, and their cultivation will be rebuilt, this man was a "Juggernaut" after all.

But don't know how to break through.

When Qianjo heard this, she became even more interested, "Let's go! Let's go out and have a look!"

Qianjo on the side obviously noticed this, and his eyes were even more reverent.

"Yes! I also ask the seniors to clarify their doubts."

Looking at the meat in the pot, Qiantiao was immediately happy, and leaned over, "Tsk tsk, I knew that with you, I would never be hungry."

I didn't expect to see Huang Quan again.

But to his slight disappointment, nothing special was found, nor any clues that would help them get out.

There was snow outside, and the wind was blowing.

A great swordsman and a swordsman are talking about kendo, Su Lun's current state is still a lot worse, and it's confusing to hear it.

Qianjo looked bored and stared at the woodcut Buddha statues for a long time. Then he wrapped his chest with gauze, changed his clothes, and started practicing swordsmanship in the snow in the yard.

"Is this the Holy Land?"

Su Lun has been paying attention to her state all the time, and it always feels like she has fallen into a very strange state as if she had tamed the Demon Sword Zongzheng before. It's like a butterfly struggling to break out of a cocoon.

Hearing this, Qiantiao's eyes seemed to shoot with an extremely sharp sword light, and she said firmly: "After I draw my sword, I can open mountains, break rivers, split seas, and kill ghosts and gods."

Qianjo felt familiar with the sword intent left on the wooden Buddha sculptures in the main hall. After a comparison, I found that the sword intent was almost the same as that on the carving knife given by the blind female violinist I met in Edo Castle.

Saying that, he held the carving knife in his hand and made a movement of drawing the knife, saying: "I am the same as you, and I am also cultivating the way of hell."

Since the old man said these words, it means that he has the intention to teach swordsmanship.

Qianjo didn't feel blushing at all, and admitted: "I was hungry. When I was at sea, the supplies were not enough, and when I encountered a storm, I couldn't even catch fish. I was hungry twice in three days, and I almost failed to land."

And behind him, it seems that people can see a sea of ​​blood.

She knows where the problem is, she needs to use kendo to condense domineering.

Moreover, chopping the spirit body is even more laborious. Except for burning the spirit body with the demonic energy of the demon sword, it is difficult for the sword energy to cause effective damage.

He was also curious about how strong the so-called "Juggernaut" was.

"Shuh", "Shuh", "Shuh".

It gives a feeling of "people in the painting".

Su Lun sounded slightly surprised.

She paid her respects again and said bluntly, "Mr. Akutagawa, I would like to ask you about kendo."

In Su Lun's eyes, the black crow saw the picture. It was a rickety old man in sackcloth. He was using a pole to jump on two huge tree stumps, walking slowly from the sheep intestines path outside the temple.

Qianjo felt a little surprised, so coincidental?

The melee professional needed more rest, so he didn't wake up Qianjo. After getting dressed, a stove was set up in the dilapidated hall, ready to get something to eat.

There are too many differences between this [Death Novel·The Land of Yellow Springs] and the regular cursed space. The NPCs are exactly the same as the real people. The known maps are endless, and the laws cannot see any flaws.

There are also poetry, magic, painting, music. All the ways to condense the godhead have such a big threshold.

Su Lun suddenly opened his eyes, looked out of the temple solemnly, and shouted, "Someone is here!"

The ability to have space is convenient, don't worry about the storage ring can not fit.

A quarter of an hour, an hour, a half-day motionless.

Moreover, the man's perception is very keen, when Su Lun found him, he saw the black crow on the branch at a glance.

The snow was blowing outside, and the two of them were eating hot pot next to the boiler, and they could chat a few times.

Qianjo's expression was startled, and these words revealed her greatest confusion.

Su Lun thought it should be, and his face was slightly solemn.

The old man was very talkative, and seemed to know that the two came here to take refuge, and he did not show any malice: "I really can't find a place to stay, so it's better to stay here. This is a Buddhist temple, not my house. Not to be disturbed. It's a pity that Huang Quanguo is not the place where a living person should come, you have come to the wrong place."

The old man was not surprised when he heard Qianjo's words.

Hearing this, he seemed to be slow to react, he put down the carving knife in his hand, looked at the knife in Qiantiao's hand again, and asked, "Are you very doubtful about your current state? It's already very good, the sword skills have been sharpened to the point where it's hard to break through, but you still feel powerless when you encounter high-level enemies?"

The time on the pocket watch was probably at night, when the black crow on the top of the dead tree suddenly called out.

Even if the hormones were rampant and the body tissues were torn apart before, it was all better.

Unfortunately, this Akutagawa Ryuichi has passed away.

It is also pleasant.

The two walked into the courtyard and waited for someone to come to the door.

The old man glanced at the two and said lightly, "Are you two humans who escaped from the city yesterday?"

It's like... the feeling of oppression when I was surrounded by countless evil spirits in the city before.

On the one hand, it is a Buddha, and on the other hand, it is a monstrous killing intent that can kill blood in hell.

Qianjou muttered like a dream, as if he noticed something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the sword marks in the courtyard, and saw that he was practicing the slash of "Akutagawa Ichika-style", and said lightly: "Since Xiaoxun gave you the carving knife to the person she chose, naturally she won't. Poor."

The origin was revealed, Qianjo didn't deny it, "Yes. Granny Aju guided us to come here. It's annoying the seniors."

Chijo was standing in the courtyard as if someone had cast an immobilization spell.

The old man smiled noncommittally, as if he had just gotten to the point, and asked, "Then what do you think is your kendo?"

Su Lun tilted his head and looked over, with a complicated expression: what a terrifying aura!

She just stood there dumbfounded.

But when he said this, he suddenly shook his head and changed the conversation: "But... a knife flow, it's not used like that."

From what it looks like now, their previous judgment was correct. This "Buddha Carver" is not like those evil ghosts who always want to eat living people. seems to get along.

not far away.

Qianjo directly greeted him and gave a swordsman's salute, "Senior, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

After a while, you will be full of wine and food.

There is no difference between day and night in the Land of Yellow Springs. When Su Lun woke up, there was still that gloomy gray moon in the sky.

Goose feather snow drifted in the sky, and gradually accumulated a thick layer on her shoulders.

This ruined temple was originally visited by others, and the two of them were indeed disturbing.

When Qianjo heard this, he didn't realize that he was disgraced by being denied, but instead he was overjoyed: "Please enlighten me, senior."

Qianjo didn't seem to think anything was wrong, he picked up the meat on his own, and ate it happily.

"mine.?"

She glanced angrily, and silently gathered up the clothes on her shoulders to hide the leaked spring light. That look seems to be disgusting, what's so good about it?

Su Lun meditated under the eaves that Xueluo could not reach. He had also gained a lot from the previous battle, and he needed time to digest the large amount of information he had obtained.

Against the red lotus demon fire of [Jiu Swallowing Boy], he did not lose in skill or saber, but instead of taking advantage of it, he almost died there. She knew very well that her kendo understanding was not worthy of the sharpness of this knife, so she did not exert the power that the twelve swordsmen should have.

"Um."

Su Lun glanced at Qianjo, who was still sleeping beside him, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This young gambling addict was really undefended by him, and the big sleeping posture made the corners of his mouth twitch.

She still practiced the sword, Su Lun meditated, and each was busy.

The man walked in, and the fire of the soul in his perception was much stronger than that of ordinary ghosts.

Su Lun didn't evade at all, smiled and said, "I'm here to eat."

Now that he has encountered a deceased who can communicate well, he will naturally not miss any opportunity to leave this space.

After pondering for a moment, a light flashed carelessly in his turbid eyes, and asked, "Then, have you ever seen the scene of hell under this knife?"

Sensoji Temple is a rare and safe place in the Land of Yellow Springs, so Su Lun and the two of them will not leave easily.

Chijo was tired, and the two of them had another meal.

Akutagawa Ryu's eyes were as bright as electricity, and his voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, "I draw a sword, it is hell."

Su Lun sensed it, and it was naturally a "ghost".

Not long after, outside the gate of the temple, the old man walked in. He was not surprised that there were two more people in this ruined temple. Like returning to his own home, he walked in familiarly. Then the two wooden stakes that were brought back were placed under the eaves.

Moreover, Qianjo was indeed very interested in the mysterious "Buddha Carver".