v4 Chapter 73： fisherman

Zhou An reckoned that Yao Xianhui might know some inside information, but he didn't ask further, it really didn't have much to do with him.

Things went back to the original point, and he still had to find the person who gave him the sword talisman and ask what was going on.

The decaying sword intent was definitely not something he just comprehended, it was related to this long sword, and also related to the sword symbol. If he had to say it, he felt that it was the arrangement of fate, or someone's arrangement.

This is a very scary thing.

The atmosphere of the banquet was very active, and it was completely decided that Zhou An would be one of the representatives to participate in the Immortal Contest.

Zhou An is completely better than You Wen, so he can naturally participate in the competition for immortals.

Zhou An didn't refuse either. After coming to this world, Qi Fugui did help him a lot, which was considered a favor.

They are going to the imperial capital in half a month, and he is also going to be the number one swordsman within half a month, and get the task reward of the doomsday game.

In the evening, Zhou An didn't sleep either. He sat cross-legged in front of the window with his eyes closed and rested his mind, constantly nourishing the sword intent. This could also slow down the erosion of the decadent sword intent on him to a certain extent. It was a multi-purpose thing.

Before he knew it, he saw a barren world where nothing existed and everything was rotten.

He walks aimlessly in this world, nothing is useless, whether it is people or animals or plants, or even any buildings.

This is a hopeless world.

He didn't know why he was able to see this world, and then a rotten long sword was stuck on the ground, and looking forward, the ground was densely covered with tattered long swords, all kinds of long swords , lost aura, without any vitality.

A sword mountain appeared in front of him, and densely packed swords were stuck on the sword mountain.

"This is not Sword Mountain, this is Sword Tomb."

He climbed up, and the skin on his body was constantly cut by the blade, leaving blood on the ground.

This sword mound is very high, and he climbed for a long time without reaching the end, and then he saw a black shadow appearing in the dark sky.

Accompanied by a sword cry, a large black sword descended from the sky, pierced through his body, pinned him to the ground, and remained motionless.

He could clearly feel the loss of life force. With the blood running away, life has an end, and the end is darkness, just like these decayed and broken sword blades.

"call"

Zhou Anmeng woke up suddenly, still sitting cross-legged in front of the window sill, sweating profusely, feeling as if he had really died at a certain moment just now.

"What is that place?"

"Is it because of the decaying sword intent?"

His face became serious, and he realized that his life might not be as long as he thought, and he would probably die at any time.

A solution must be found as soon as possible!

Before dawn, Zhou An set off alone, but happened to bump into Shan Cha who was waiting in the outer room.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou An looked at her suspiciously.

Shan Cha's eyes were a little confused, and she seemed to have just gotten up. She was stunned when she saw Zhou An, and said complainingly:

"I know that my lord is going out today, so I got up early to prepare breakfast. I didn't expect my lord to tell me in advance so that I can prepare it."

Zhou An shook his head: "No need, I'm leaving first. If the prince comes to ask, just say that I went to Mount Qingcheng."

Shan Cha was a little puzzled: "My lord, now that no one doubts you, why do you want to challenge me?"

She is not a sword cultivator. Although she is an immortal cultivator, her cultivation base is extremely low, and her level of entry is better than that of ordinary mortals.

Zhou An shook his head: "Jianxiu must keep moving forward and upward, like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat."

Shan Cha's eyes showed envy: "My lord, do you think I can become a sword cultivator?"

"Although it sounds a little wishful thinking." She added.

Zhou An took a piece of pastry from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "As long as you think about it, nothing is impossible."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out. The wind outside was very strong, and there was still light snow, and the weather was also slightly cold.

Walking out of the palace, he walked towards Mount Qingcheng step by step like a mortal, carrying a rusty sword on his back, and bought two pancakes when he reached the east of the city.

It was just out of the oven, very hot, and he enjoyed it quite a bit.

Qingcheng Mountain is originally a place rich in aura, and many immortal cultivators have opened caves in it and practiced in seclusion.

Cultivators below the stage of transformation into gods are fine, and don't need long-term retreats, but above the stage of transformation into gods, one retreat can be as short as a few months, as long as more than ten years, or even hundreds of years.

Zhou An still followed the original plan, first went to Jiansan and Huang Qiming, and knew the approximate location of Huang Qiming's cave.

Qingcheng Mountain is not particularly high. It was already noon when we climbed to the top, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, ranging from light snow to snow as big as a goose feather.

Walking to a small stream, there was a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat, fishing by the clear river. There were some small fish in the river. These small fish were very clever and did not take the bait at all.

Zhou An stood by the river watching for a while and smiled: "You can't catch fish like this."

The fisherman glanced sideways at Zhou An, then shook his head: "Why are you being so arbitrary, I think today will definitely take the bait, at least one."

Zhou An chuckled, and continued to walk forward: "See if you can catch fish when I come back later."

"How long will it be, I will leave after I catch the fish, and I may not wait for you to come back." The fisherman said.

Zhou An thought for a while: "It should be soon."

Huang Qiming's cave is nearby. Zhou An walked around twice but couldn't find the exact location, so he shouted loudly: "Huang Qiming, I'm here to challenge, please show up!"

The sound was deafening and spread across half of the mountain. Many monks in the cave opened their eyes and looked out.

Zhou An felt several gazes, but he didn't care at all, and continued to shout: "Huang Qiming, show up quickly!"

Walking while shouting, the voice kept echoing in the mountains, and the original tranquility and clarity were broken.

Walking to the river again, Zhou An continued to shout: "Huang Qiming, I'm here to challenge, show up!"

At this moment, the fisherman raised his head to look at him, and said angrily, "Stop shouting, stop shouting, I am Huang Qiming, what can you do?"

"Really, it's not safe to catch a fish every day."

Zhou An fell into a moment of silence, looking at Huang Qiming left and right: "You are Huang Qiming, don't you say you are in retreat? Why are you fishing here?"

Huang Qiming obviously held his breath, and said calmly: "Do I still need to report to other people when I go fishing?"

Zhou An smiled, and didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued: "No need, no need, so you are Huang Qiming, and you didn't say it earlier."

Huang Qiming took a deep breath: "You didn't ask before. You said you came to challenge me, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Why did you challenge me? We have no grievances or enmities, and we don't even know each other."

Zhou An approached and said, "It is said that you are the third on the list of sword masters in Wu'an City, so I am here to challenge you."

Huang Qiming lowered his head and continued fishing: "Go back, I'll give you the third one, and I saw what happened yesterday, you must be the one who killed Youwen, I want to live for a while, so I won't fight anymore .”

Zhou An thought for a while and said: "That won't work, I have to call, otherwise, wouldn't my trip be in vain? It's not easy to come up."

"You Wen is looking for death by himself, otherwise I wouldn't kill him, we are just better than swordsmanship without spiritual energy."

"It's only better than the way of the sword, without aura?" Huang Qiming looked at him with some surprise, "You really think you can beat me. I have honed the way of the sword for hundreds of years, and I feel that my own way of the sword has reached the extreme. Wen can't beat me."

Zhou An drew out the long sword in his hand, the sword intent that had been kept for a long time dissipated, and the weeds on the ground were cut off from the middle one by one, as if being chopped off one by one by a small sword.

"Don't play tricks, let's talk about it after the fight. Whether you win or lose, it won't affect anything. I will leave on my own when you catch your fish later."

Huang Qiming put down the fishing rod in his hand, feeling that Zhou An's character suits him well, and said, "But do I have other conditions?"

"What?" Zhou An stared at the other party.

Huang Qiming smiled and said: "If you lose, you can go fishing with me here today. Anyway, it's a literary battle, so it won't hurt the peace."

Zhou An curled his lips: "Then there is no chance, although I also want to fish."

Both of them didn't make a move immediately, instead, their sword intent confronted each other first. Huang Qiming's sword intent was extraordinarily strong, like a mountain, slowly pressing towards him.

This is the sword intent called "Thick Earth".