Chapter 40

He said it seriously, so even if everyone thought it was a joke, no one really laughed.

Especially Renji, who stood opposite Su Moyu, his face looked very serious.

"Are you serious?" Renji asked faintly.

Su Moyu Zheng said, "nature!"

Renji smiled and walked a few steps between the bookshelves. Suddenly, he turned to Su Moyu and said, "in that case, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Su Moyu frowned and said, "what bet?"

"If you can really beat my disciple de Xuan in the big martial arts test, I will promise you a request..."

In the middle of Renji's words, Su Moyu suddenly interrupted, "my request is that you kowtow to my master and admit your mistake in public."

Renji stared and said, "boy, you're too arrogant!"

Su Moyu raised his face and said, "don't you dare to gamble?"

Renji sneered and said, "OK, but if you lose in dexuan's hand, I want you to abandon your accomplishments and get out of xuanjian school!"

Su Moyu's pupil shrank suddenly, and he was a little nervous, but the situation forced him to retreat. He nodded and said, "OK, it's a deal!"

Renji sneered and turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

De Xuan on one side didn't speak in the process. When he saw the master leaving, he walked around to Su Moyu, smiled at him, and went with his master on his back.

"Follow me!" Cheng Jianxuan, who had been silent for a long time, also made a sound at this time.

If Chengjian chooses to open the way, those xuanjianliu disciples naturally no one dares to stop them. The pair of teachers and disciples went out of the library and went a long way. Cheng Jianxuan suddenly asked, "why be so strong?"

Su Moyu smiled and said, "master used to protect me. Now I also want to do something for master."

Cheng Jianxuan shook his head and said angrily, "it's too reckless. Do you know that although Na dexuan is young, he is the second strongest among the third generation disciples of Xuan jianliu. If you really start, you won't be an opponent."

Su Moyu said awkwardly, "I was angry for a moment. I didn't think so much."

Cheng Jian chose to hum, "fool!" when he said this, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Moyu's arm, rose directly from the mountain path and fell on the cliff of the factotum hall a moment later.

"Come with me?" Cheng Jianxuan's face was surprisingly dignified at this time, and there was no more carelessness in the past.

They entered the Tianzi room one after another, but they didn't stop in the room where Cheng Jianxuan often drank, but went straight to the more inner room.

Su Moyu was the first time to enter other rooms in the Tianzi room. He saw that the windows of the rooms inside were covered with black cloth, and he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly a candle was lit. Su Moyu saw nearly a hundred memorial tablets in front of him.

Before he could see the name on the memorial tablet, he saw Cheng Jian choose behind him and said, "kneel down."

Su Moyu did not dare to neglect, and immediately knelt on the ground.

Cheng Jian next to him chose to cover his face with his hand, took out a long strip wrapped in linen from the memorial tablet, handed it to Su Moyu and said, "kowtow!"

Su Moyu kowtowed to Yan, then saw Cheng Jianxuan sigh, put out the candle in his hand and said, "let's go."

After they left the ancestral hall like room, Su Moyu was still full of doubts and asked, "master? Those tablets are..."

Cheng Jian chose to bow his head and said, "it's our ancestors and ancestors of the ghost sword flow."

Su Moyu suddenly realized that Cheng Jianxuan had come to offer sacrifices to his ancestors.

But when he looked at the long parcel in his hand, he was a little puzzled and asked, "master, what is this?"

"Open it yourself." Cheng Jianxuan said slightly sadly.

When Su Moyu heard the speech, he immediately disassembled layers of linen. When all the linen was disassembled, a long black sword with an extremely simple style was exposed.

Su Moyu didn't know much about the level of the sword, but he just looked at the sword and knew that it was not comparable to the third-level sword made by himself.

"Is this?" Su Moyu looked up at Cheng Jianze in surprise.

"The ghost sword is the most famous sword in the world. The ghost sword, the river Styx, is a weapon of the eighth level. From now on, it will be yours. With it, you won't worry about breaking dexuan's sky scale clothes."

Su Moyu stared at the boss.

It's a famous sword of level 8. It's only two steps away from being immortal. These treasures actually fall into your own hands.

"Master, I dare not accept it!" Su Moyu quickly raised the Styx River over his head and wanted to give it back to Cheng Jianxuan.

Cheng Jian sighed: "I vowed not to hold the sword in my lifetime. And you are my only disciple. If you don't give the sword to you, who else can you give it to?"

Su Moyu looked up at Cheng Jianxuan with a slightly lonely look, slowly took back his hand holding the sword and whispered, "master, what should I do next?"

Cheng Jian chose Leng to hum a way: "naturally, you have to find a way to improve your skills. Niu, you have blown it out. If you fail in the great martial arts test, my old face will not look good. I was going to wait for you to climb the mountain for a few more days to teach you something, but now it seems too late. Hurry to pack up some necessary things and I'll take you to a place."

Without saying a word, Su Moyu got up and went back to his room and rolled up the simplest luggage.

When I saw Cheng Jianxuan again, the black fat man changed his clothes and carried a big gourd behind his back. He could vaguely smell some wine.

"Go!" Cheng Jianxuan pulled Su Moyu to fly again.

The wind roared in my ears. In a twinkling of an eye, the main peak of Tianjian mountain was left behind. They fell gently to the ground in the big valley hidden by an ancient wood wolf forest.

Su Moyu looked up and saw that there were ruins all over his eyes. Looking at the scale, many people should have lived here before, but he didn't know why it was so deserted.

"This is ghost valley. It was originally the base camp of my ghost sword stream, but a great chaos broke out several years ago, which led to the decline of our pulse." Cheng Jianxuan came back to the spot, feeling the scenery and explaining to Su Moyu as he walked.

Su nodded repeatedly and looked around. He was suddenly attracted by stone pillars not far away. The arrangement order of the stone pillars seemed to follow a certain law, but he couldn't see it for a moment.

"Did you find it?" Cheng Jian picked his back to Su Moyu, looked at the stone pillars and said, "there are seven streams of xuanjian, and each first-class swordsmanship is different. For example, xuanjian stream weighs the mighty sword Qi, and will attack the enemy head-on; Tianjian stream turns Qi into a sword, and there are few close combat; Yanliu and Hanliu are Taoist skills that are more important than swordsmanship; Xinjian stream cultivates the mind than the body, and subdues the soldiers without fighting."

"The swordsmanship of my ghost sword is on my legs. The stone pillar in front of you is a place to practice the ghost King's step."