The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 259: Sword Name: Zhan Xie, Penglai Ghost Mother

After the war, the Shen family finally calmed down.

The old lady held a grand banquet, and the smile on her face could not be stopped. The look she gave Zhang Jiuyang became more and more kind and satisfied.

The young girl became famous and showed her talent. Others might think that she was too ambitious, but she thought it was just right.

If young people are not full of vigor and vitality, what are they called young people?

The entire Shen residence was filled with an indescribable atmosphere of joy, and everyone had a look of pride on their faces.

Countless pretty maids walked back and forth just to take a closer look at the handsome man in white clothes who had just defeated a group of heroes by himself.

He stood between the green mountains and clear waters, holding the Ghost-Slaying Sword in his left hand and the Dragon Sparrow Knife in his right hand, and was carefully examining each of the knives and swords.

The Demon-Slaying Sword is as red as jade, and the Dragon-Sparrow Knife glows with a cold light. Both are rare divine weapons in the world.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword was simply recast and mixed with a small amount of meteorite iron, so its toughness and sharpness were improved. As for the Ghost-Slaying Sword, it had undergone a complete transformation.

First of all, his spirituality increased greatly, which was in harmony with his mind. In a moment of thought, sword lights flashed and sword energy soared, making him truly have the demeanor of a sword immortal.

In addition, after being burned in the fierce fire for 49 days, the Demon-Slaying Sword became more friendly to fire and was able to withstand Zhang Jiuyang's Jade Pivot Sky Fire. In the battle with Kunlun Sanren, it almost turned into a fire dragon.

In addition, the sword's ability to eat ghosts has also been strengthened. In addition to eating ghosts, all kinds of demons and evil spirits are now on the Ghost-Slaying Sword's menu.

Of course, ghosts are still its favorite food.

In short, it has become a Taoist magic sword that feeds on evil spirits. It has extremely strong evil and fire energy, but because of the star pattern on the sword, it has an even more mysterious and noble temperament.

"Since you are no longer just a demon slayer, perhaps it's time to change your name."

Zhang Jiuyang held the Demon-Slaying Sword. In the sunlight, the sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear, with a simple, flowing and graceful shape.

"Then I'll ask you to slay the evil."

Kill ghosts, demons and people.

All the evil spirits in the world can be killed by this sword!

Moreover, the name of Zhanxie sounds more like a legendary Taoist sword.

There is no Longhu Mountain and no Zhang Tianshi in this world, but Zhang Jiuyang remembers that his grandfather was a Zhengyi cultivator.

Named it Zhanxie, Zhang Jiuyang had high expectations for it.

"Xiaojiu, why haven't you joined the banquet yet?"

The old lady came to invite him personally.
"I'm waiting for someone."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and put away his sword.

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice was heard outside.

"Junior sister, wait for me!"

"Why are you still pretending not to know me?"

"I am your senior brother!"

Two figures came quickly, without using any magic, but their light body skills were extremely advanced. The servants and guards of the Shen residence had no time to stop them.

Mr. Zhao subconsciously wanted to step forward, but when he saw Zhang Jiuyang sitting next to the old lady, he sat down again.

With Zhang Jiuyang here, there is nothing to worry about.

As expected, when the two figures came several feet away from Zhang Jiuyang, they automatically stopped and bowed at the same time.

"I've met Taoist friends."

Everyone looked at the two figures and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

I saw two people coming, one tall and one short. The one standing in front was a girl carrying a sword case on her back. She had a cold temperament and beautiful appearance. She was wearing a light blue dress, like a green lotus in a pond that had not yet bloomed.

The middle-aged man behind her was much worse in appearance. His clothes were untidy, his temperament was lazy and unkempt, and he had a dogtail grass in his mouth. He looked like a wild man in the bamboo forest, with an unruly air.

But when everyone saw the middle-aged man, they felt a slight stinging sensation, as if they were swept by a sword.

Zhang Jiuyang also returned the greeting and said, "Your whistle was as powerful as thunder and lightning just now, and you were not confused by my flute music. I admire you."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the one who had just challenged Zhang Jiuyang with his howl. Thinking of this, their eyes changed instantly when they looked at the man. Although the howl was slightly inferior in the end, he was not obviously at a disadvantage from beginning to end.

You know, no matter whether it was Kunlun Sanren, the top master among the independent cultivators, or monk Kongxuan, the direct descendant of a big sect from Baiyun Temple, they all suffered a crushing defeat.

Who is this middle-aged man?

"Fellow Daoist, please stop admiring me. As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I went down the mountain for the first time and I lost to the first opponent I met. It's really embarrassing!"

He spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth and complained, "Has the outside world changed so much now? Why are there so many masters?"

boom!
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, everyone exploded instantly.

Disciple of Jiange?

The contemporary heir of Jiange has come out?
And...lost to Zhang Jiuyang?
This is simply unprecedented!

It’s not that the heirs of Jian Ge had never been defeated before, but those who could defeat the heirs of Jian Ge were all outstanding people who appeared once in a thousand years.

For example, Zhuge Qixing six hundred years ago defeated the successor of Jiange of that generation.

There was a daze in many people's eyes, perhaps they had witnessed a piece of history today.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised at all. He smiled faintly and said, "Every day is changing. Talents emerge in every generation. There are many young people who are much better than me. There is no need to lament, fellow Taoist."

"A swordsman has his own edge, and can only become stronger when facing a stronger opponent."

Well, if Yue Ling can be considered a young generation...

Hearing this, the eyes of the middle-aged man and the cold girl lit up.

"Haha, you are so young, but why do you speak like an old man? If someone doesn't know you, they would think you are my master in disguise."

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, touched his stomach again, and said, "But you are not a fair winner. I was hungry for thirteen days at sea, and my junior sister refused to give me any food. Do you know how I got through it?"

“How tragic!!”

The cold girl curled her lips when she heard this, but said nothing. Her bright eyes looked at Zhang Jiuyang quietly, as if she was silently observing the man who could defeat her senior brother.

The old lady smiled and said, "It just so happens that there is a banquet here and you two have come from afar, so please take a seat."

The middle-aged man touched his stomach and shook his head, saying, "Old Madam, you don't know that the rations of our Sword Pavilion disciples are a little different from those of ordinary people."

"Oh? What's the difference?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, a hearty laugh was heard.

Nie Longquan came out of the snow hut, wearing new clothes. He was in high spirits, smiling brightly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"They, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, feed on famous swords. Apart from their love of drinking, they do not eat food from the world."

Zhang Jiuyang was a little surprised when he heard this.

Feed on swords?

It was truly unheard of, but when he thought about the ghost-eating magical power, he felt relieved. There were thousands of magical powers in the world, and naturally many of them were strange and bizarre.

"Little drunkard, Xiaochi, why are you here?"

"The old Sword God finally allowed you to leave the mountain?"

Nie Longquan was very excited and looked like they had a very good relationship.

The middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. The cold girl sighed, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Nie, we are here to arrest you on the orders of our master."

Nie Longquan: “???”

"Did you pick up a piece of meteorite near Penglai Island in the East China Sea?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Could it be that it belongs to your Sword Pavilion?"

"That was one of the nine pieces of precious iron that our previous Pavilion Master used to seal the Ghost Mother."

Nie Longquan was petrified instantly.

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(End of this chapter)