books44 Chapter 34 The Master's Belt Was Pulled
Chapter 34 The Master's Belt Was Pulled
Mei Shiyu said that this was "opportunistic" and "a crooked way of doing things".
Li Tingyun replied, "No, no."
He argued that it should be called "flexibility" and "ingenuity".
"The purpose of learning sword control is not only to improve one's cultivation and reach the state of oneness with the sword, but also to enhance one's ability to sense divine weapons. This ability can also be extended to the use of other magical artifacts, which helps to unleash the strongest power of the artifacts."
"Of course, this ability to sense things is also related to innate talent. People with different spiritual roots can unleash different powers when using the same magical artifact... But this does not mean that hard work is unimportant."
Mei Shiyu suddenly asked, "Yuanbao, are you finding the magic artifacts in the Qiankun Bag easy to use?"
Li Tingyun's eyes darted around, realizing that's how it is.
The reason why the century-old lightning-struck wood could be so effective in his hands was because—
He's a true genius!
But he lied and said, "It's barely passable, and it often malfunctions."
"So, do you still want to study sword control properly?"
"Yes, yes."
Li Tingyun said earnestly, "But I need a sword first before I can learn sword control. I have nothing right now... Master, why don't you give me a divine weapon?"
Mei Shiyu lowered her eyes.
Speaking of divine weapons, the Dividing Scenery Sword from his previous life... eventually passed down to his disciple.
Of course, it's not Yuanbao, this wild "disciple".
It was Yuan Che.
Li Tingyun had also thought of this.
The Fenjing Sword did indeed end up in the hands of the protagonist, Yuan Che.
In the original text, after the death of the Dao Xuan Sect Master, Mei Shiyu brought the Fen Jing Sword back to Cangyou Mountain, but instead of handing it over to anyone, he sealed it in Cangjian Peak.
Later, the Dao Xuan Sect split into the Dao Sect and the Xuan Sect, and Mei Shiyu also left Cangyou Mountain.
Both sect leaders were vying for the sect leader's token. At the crucial moment, the protagonist Yuan Che broke the seal and obtained the divine weapon's permission to become its new master.
Unlike ordinary weapons, divine weapons do not easily recognize a master; the choice between a sword and its master is a two-way process.
Fenjing Sword chose Yuan Che.
He should be the "savior" who reorganizes the Dao Xuan Sect and upholds justice in the world.
Li Tingyun turned to look at the distant, unseen turning point ahead and said, "It seems this road is destined to have no end. Master, let's go back."
"it is good."
Mei Shiyu took him back to the gates of hell, but suddenly saw a familiar figure standing not far away, lingering.
"Wang Wu?! How did you get here?"
After Li Tingyun landed, she went up to him and asked him.
The Soul-Guiding Lamp moves so fast, how many people can catch up with it?
Besides, wasn't this person under the influence of the Yin-Yang Curse and lost his magical powers?
Wang Wu chuckled, "Earth Escape Talisman!"
It doesn't require magic, but it's a bit expensive.
Li Tingyun accused, "Isn't this just opportunism and underhanded tactics?!"
Mei Shiyu: "..."
What are you doing in this territory?
Li Tingyun asked again.
"Go find my godson."
Wang Wu answered truthfully.
"Your godson went to the underworld? Is he dead? What happened?"
"Bullshit! How could my son possibly die! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
But Wang Wu refused to reveal the truth, only saying, "This is a long story, it starts with 'Once upon a time there was a village,' and it would go on forever, so I can't tell you more."
He swaggered into the gates of hell first, and said loudly, "Thank you both for guiding us. We'll part ways here, and meet again someday."
Once upon a time, there was a village...
Li Tingyun repeated his words to himself, wondering if he was overthinking it, but he had a bad feeling about it.
But now was not the time for brainstorming. He immediately took out the Soul-Guiding Lamp, smashed it, and released the soul.
The glass shattered into a sea of stars, freeing the soul, which then drifted toward the gates of hell.
He and his master should also leave.
Just then, a series of ear-piercing screams pierced the air.
"Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear—"
Judging from the voice, it was indeed Wang Wu.
His cry of alarm echoed from the gates of hell.
Li Tingyun and Mei Shiyu rushed over one after the other, and then... they both covered their eyes.
"Don't look at what you shouldn't see!"
Wang Wu, with his legs bare, was so flustered that he waved his arms and legs wildly.
His pants had been pulled down by someone!
He could only squeeze his legs together tightly to cover the drafty crotch, his bright red underwear fluttering in the wind, a symbol of his birth year.
"These aren't my pants! They're not mine!"
A vengeful spirit shrouded in black mist lingered near the Gates of Hell, roaring furiously at the pants in its hand that didn't belong to it, before tearing them into countless pieces and scattering them into the air.
Wang Wu roared inwardly, "Fuck you..."
The vengeful spirit screamed more and more shrilly, "Where are my pants? Where are my clothes? Give them back to me! Give them back to me!"
The ear-piercing sound was deafening.
Li Tingyun thought to himself, "This is bad. It looks like the vengeful spirit is about to turn into a vengeful ghost."
This anonymous guy's obsession is too deep!
Could it be that the outfit held some special meaning for him?
But now is not the time to think about it in detail.
Li Tingyun hurriedly opened his Qiankun bag to find the set of clothes.
The moment the hand reached in, demonic energy surged forth.
"It's you! Damn it, it's you! You stole the clothes she made for me!"
The change happened too fast; the vengeful spirit that had been wandering around Wang Wu just moments before was now pressing against Li Tingyun's forehead.
His bloodshot eyes met his gaze, as if he wanted to devour him whole, chew him up, swallow him, and then fucking excrete him.
Li Tingyun: "..."
At the critical moment, Mei Shiyu pushed him away.
"Master!"
The vengeful spirit was too close to him!
The image of the vengeful ghost gradually appeared in Mei Shiyu's eyes.
His expression tightened slightly.
Li Tingyun touched the clothes in the Qiankun bag, but his soul had already turned into a vengeful ghost and no longer recognized them.
Immediately, he took out several talismans.
The vengeful ghost's advantage lies in its astonishing speed; as for the rest... there's not much to say. Even if his abilities suddenly increased tenfold or a hundredfold, he still wouldn't be a match for Mei Shiyu.
However, it was clear that Mei Shiyu did not want to hurt him.
The vengeful spirit has just taken shape and there is still a possibility of redemption; saving lives is worse than killing people.
Besides, this was a mess his apprentice had made, so he had to clean it up.
The spiritual energy around him transformed into strands of restrictive runes, binding the vengeful ghost like iron chains. These runes have a dual function of limiting and purifying, but this ghost seemed different; its violent emotions were difficult to calm.
Suddenly! He reached out and grabbed the belt around Mei Shiyu's waist.
He was still screaming, "Give me back...my clothes..."
Normally, there would be absolutely no such possibility. The robes of immortals are all imbued with magical power, so even fierce ghosts cannot easily get close to them, let alone grab their belts directly.
But since entering Yongjie Town, Mei Shiyu has taken off the Taoist robe he usually wears. Now he is dressed in plain blue clothes, the attire of a scholar, and there is nothing he cannot touch.
Just as the vengeful ghost reached out, Mei Shiyu took a half-step back alertly, but was still grabbed by the belt.
Unexpectedly, someone else got all worked up before him.