I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 115 Rebellion against Tiangang
For some reason, it is unlikely that this sword box will get close to him easily.

Bai Xuan wasn't sure why.

Until he saw a row of numbers on the sword case.

It's exactly the same combination lock as the one on the suitcase.

Immediately, a fragment of memory flashed through my mind.

Yes, when he was Bai Wuming, he once did some carpentry when he was bored and made a suitcase.

But that was a long, long time ago.

At that time, it was not a sword box, but just a suitcase for storing clothes and daily necessities.

How did it become like this?

However, it seemed as if it could still remember its own breath, and it didn't seem like it had recognized the wrong person.

Bai Xuan was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say... It was like he saved an ugly carp when he was a child, but ten years later one day he saw a Kun on the roadside, and it itself was the fish.

How can you recognize this ghost? Even the species has changed, right?
From a suitcase to a sword box?
What has it experienced over the years?
As for confirming whether it is true, it is very simple... Bai Xuan remembers the password of the suitcase.

But he wouldn't be so stupid as to open it now, especially with Xi Qingqing squatting beside him with her big watery eyes staring at him.

"I can only be sure that it came from Penglai Jiange." Bai Xuan said.

"Is that so?" Xi Qingqing suddenly realized, "Then I know who just came."

"Who?"

"Qi Wuyi, number one on the Earth Ranking." Xi Qingqing cast a sympathetic glance at Bai Xuan: "He's got your attention."

"Why?" Bai Xuan didn't understand.

"Because of your swordsmanship, your swordsmanship may have come from Jiang Baichuan, but the people of Northern Zhou say it's not. Your swordsmanship is most likely from Penglai Sword Pavilion. This rumor has already spread throughout the martial arts world, but the swordsmanship of Penglai Sword Pavilion has never been passed on to outsiders."

Xi Qingqing spread her hands and shrugged. "Qi Wuyi is this generation's Sword Pavilion Walker, so it's completely reasonable for him to come and cause trouble for you... So you really did learn it secretly? How did you learn it?"

Bai Xuan said calmly: "I learned all my sword skills by myself."

"Then why do you know the Sword Qi Lotus?"

"..." Bai Xuan was too lazy to answer and couldn't explain clearly.

Who is the grandson and who is the grandfather? He was actually suspected by his disciples that his original work was plagiarized.

It is simply the opposite of Tiangang!

But this shit... there's no way to explain it.

In the past, Bai Xuan seldom explored his past life, and almost deliberately avoided meeting old friends from the past, because his past life was already over and there was no need to keep thinking about it.

For example, when playing a role-playing game, you might be an invisible assassin who kills people in the previous game, and a peerless macho man who has become a legend in hell in the next game... No one would substitute the previous game into the next one, otherwise the system, operation, and thinking would all be messed up.

Xi Qingqing was waving a peach branch in her hand, but in a short while, the branch in her hand was full of peach blossoms again, which should be the influence of some kind of magical power.

"It seems that the rumor that you inherited the legacy of the White Nameless Sword Immortal might be true."

"In that case, you don't have to be afraid of being abandoned."

"If you hadn't stolen the swordsmanship from Penglai Sword Pavilion, he would have probably called you Grand Master Uncle."

"so……"

"Don't think about it." Bai Xuan interrupted directly: "If you want to open the box, try it yourself."

Xi Qingqing stomped her feet in anger and turned to leave.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a white-haired old man sitting on a donkey and slowly walking towards me.

She widened her eyes and hid behind Bai Xuan.

The tenth-ranked painter on the Earth Ranking said with a smile, "Young Master Bai, we meet again. And Miss Xi, don't hide anymore. I've seen your peach blossom branch."

The female bandit poked half of her head out and said, "Damn it! My luck is so bad today! I ran into several old monsters on the Earth List when I went out! And I still haven't gotten any money!"

Bai Xuan asked: "The painting geek just loves painting, he shouldn't make things difficult for you, why are you so scared?"

"I snatched him away once." Xi Qingqing muttered, and was unwilling to say anything else. It was obvious that she had failed.

The painting maniac stroked his beard and said, "I haven't seen Miss Xi's true appearance yet. What a pity."

"She's just wearing a veil, not really covering her face." Bai Xuan complained: "As for not being able to see clearly?"

Hua Chi paused slightly, his eyes fixed slightly: "Young Master Bai... can you see it?"

Xi Qingqing was also incredulous: "What did you just say?"

Bai Xuan: “?”

Did he say anything weird?
Isn't this layer of gauze used to cover up one's own mistakes?

Sitting at the same table with a group of women dressed as men who pretended to be blind and said their exaggerated chest muscles were invisible.

Xi Qingqing's eyes were complicated, but she did not explain. Instead, she pulled the veil on her face unnaturally.

Hua Chi explained, "Disciples of the Star-Moon Demon Sect are placed under a special restriction before leaving the sect. It cannot be removed unless they return... No one, including themselves, can see their entire faces. This veil is called the Star-Moon Illusion Veil. It can suppress the restriction to a certain extent, but once it's removed, all facial features become blurred."

Bai Xuan asked: "What did you draw?"

"After all, I am a grandmaster and well-versed in painting, so I can still see some of it clearly. As for the rest..." The painting idiot chuckled, "I rely on my feeling."

So Xi Qingqing wears a veil not to cover herself, but to allow people to see clearly?

"This rule..." Bai Xuan complained, "It's so weird."

"The predecessor of the Star-Moon Demon Sect was also one of the Six Paths and Seven Sects. It's inevitable that it has some quirks. "The painting maniac said, and then turned back to himself: "However, this kind of restriction is indeed my greatest enemy in this life. Every time I see it, I feel a nameless anger. There are so many stunning beauties in the Star-Moon Sect, but I can't paint them!"

"You're so shameless!" Xi Qingqing snorted, "Who would be happy to let you paint?"

Bai Xuan glanced at Xi Qingqing. In his eyes, the other person's appearance was very clear, and he could see 90% of it even through the veil.

This restriction is ineffective on me?

Or is my level too high?

Hua Chi asked directly: "Young Master Bai, I am here to discuss business with you. You have seen that Qi Wuyi is already here. I am afraid it will be difficult for you to avoid this trouble. If you agree to introduce him to the Emperor of Nanchu on my behalf, I will help you." "No need." Bai Xuan refused decisively.

"I can escort you out of the capital," Hua Chi said. "After you leave this place, it won't be easy for Qi Wuyi to find you. I can help you keep him for three days."

Xi Qingqing questioned, "You're only number ten, how can you fight the number one?"

"Hahaha, there's no need for you, young man, to worry about this. I have a clever plan." The painting idiot winked and said, "I don't think this is a bad deal, and it's not a bad deal for the Emperor of Nanchu either. I'm a master of painting, so why should she be dissatisfied with being a court painter?"

Bai Xuan said, "You mean I have to wander around the world from now on?"

Hua Chi pinched his beard and said, "With your talent, staying in the capital would be a waste of time. It would be better for you to travel around the Southern Chu martial arts world. I think within two years, you will be able to enter the human rankings."

He was not in a hurry and said with a smile: "While Zhuge Shensuan can still hold on for a while on the other side, you can think about it carefully."

Xi Qingqing blinked and whispered behind Bai Xuan, "Although this old guy is a bit of a pervert, he still keeps his word... The Jianghu is vast, if you can't win, just run away. It's not shameful for the top of the Crouching Dragon Ranking to lose to the top of the Earth Ranking."

"Thanks for the advice."

Bai Xuan still refused.

Hua Chi was rejected three times in a row and was obviously unhappy: "If you are caught by Qi Wuyi, you will regret it later. You will be locked up and have words tattooed on your face to become a sword slave!"

Bai Xuan said, "First of all, I don't think I can convince Jiang Wanyue; secondly, I don't think you all together can hold off Qi Wuyi for three days."

The painting fanatic was about to speak.

Bai Xuan interrupted: "Because, he has returned."

Just as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in from the city gate, and a figure in a black robe and gray hair had already walked among the crowd, with a long sword without a hilt floating half a foot behind him.

It had been less than half an incense stick of time since he left and came back.

The painting maniac's expression changed drastically, and he exerted force with his fingers, pinching off a few hairs of his beard.

The big talk I just said suddenly made me feel a little unsure.

Zhuge Shensuan, who holds the Shanhe Zhenshi Ding, can definitely be ranked in the top five of the Earth List. Even if he fights with Ye Qinghou, he has a chance of winning. But he couldn't even hold Qi Wuyi back for half an hour?
He has been a civil servant for too long, so has his skills declined over the years?

There were thousands of thoughts in my mind, and then I just glanced away indifferently without any clothes.

Could it be that he has gone one step further?

Hua Chi was shocked and straightened his back immediately. He felt that if he took action now, he would obviously have no chance.

He originally planned to have the best of both worlds, doing a favor to Bai Xuan and Zhuge Shensuan respectively, and asking them to help stop Qi Wuyi.

Now it is like a clay Buddha crossing the river.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Hua Chi raised his hand and patted the donkey's butt: "Ahahaha, the weather is really nice today. I'm just passing by. You guys chat, take your time."

He is different from Zhuge Liang. Painting the most beautiful landscapes is his way. Unless someone says that he is not a good painter, he will never take the risk.

The nature of a painting maniac is different from that of a warrior. He is just a seeker of truth, so he doesn't need to have this little bit of shame.

Xi Qingqing looked at the old fox with contempt, but to be honest, she was the same kind of person and shouldn't have stayed.

She originally wanted to run away, but now she is hesitant to take any action.

Facing Qi Wuyi's gaze, Bai Xuan turned sideways and looked directly at him: "Are you looking for me?"

It was a light-hearted question, presented with a completely level-headed attitude.

At this moment, Xi Qingqing couldn't help but sigh that Bai Yueguang was really brave.

"Yes." Qi Wuyi answered sparingly.

"Is Zhuge Shensuan still alive?"

"Not dead." Qi Wuyi thought for a moment and added, "Nothing serious has happened to him. He's just exhausted too much and is being held down by the Mountain and River Cauldron and can't move."

"That's good."

Bai Xuan had already determined from the beginning that Qi Wuyi would win, and it would definitely be a quick victory.

the reason is simple.

Zhuge Shensuan is a smart man, but he should never use the human emperor weapon that suppresses the country's destiny to deal with Qi Wuyi.

Bai Wuming is a land immortal who cut off the dragon vein of the Great Qin.

Cutting the dragon veins, destroying the country's destiny, dragon-slaying techniques... these inheritances were left by him. Once you learn them, you will not be afraid of the suppression of destiny.

Five hundred years later, almost no one knew this, and naturally no one knew that the suppression of luck was completely useless to his lineage.

Even Zhuge Liang's divine predictions were not perfect.

"Let's go somewhere else. This isn't the right place."

After saying that, Bai Xuan turned around and walked out of the city.

Qi Wuyi wanted to say a few words.

But Jian Xia had already caught up with Bai Xuan one step ahead.

I don't know when four wheels appeared underneath it, and it suddenly turned from a good-looking sword box into a peculiarly shaped suitcase.

The wheel on the ground turned by itself and followed closely, with the attitude of a licking dog like a husky in a box.

Even Qi Wuyi took the initiative to wave his hand, but the sword box just shook it, as if it was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"..."

Qi Wuyi followed the other person's back.

It was obvious that his cultivation was higher, his realm was higher, and his strength was stronger. He could kill the opponent thousands of times with just a wave of his hand, but he felt suppressed.

This feeling is not disgusting, as if it is born that way.

It's almost like...

Just like facing the master in Jiange.

(End of this chapter)