"Tianya Sword Pavilion Order..."

"Tianya Sword Pavilion Order..."

The sound was repeated three times, and the ferry began to slow down.

"What happened?"

"Why did the boat stop?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, it's Tianya Sword Pavilion..."

There was a sudden noise on the ship, and many people hurriedly left the room and walked towards the deck.

Zhao Rong pricked up his ears to listen to the discussions around him while following the crowd to the bow of the ship.

At this time, the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry had already stopped, and about a hundred people had gathered on the spacious deck.

Zhao Rong squeezed forward and chose a position with a good view.

I saw a group of "uninvited guests" hovering in the sky not far in front of the ship.

There were eleven people in the group. Except for the leader who was wearing linen clothes, the other ten people behind him were wearing the same dark blue standard sword uniforms.

Zhao Rong saw the ferry manager running into the boat, apparently to find the person in charge.

I heard from Liu Sanbian before that every ferry sailing in the continent would have at least one Jindan realm cultivator on board.

He had nothing to do, so he looked carefully at the people flying in the air.

The sword suits of the ten people behind had lines on them, and a small sword pattern was embroidered on the cuffs.

When Zhao Rong first saw the lines, he felt they were a mess. After taking a closer look, he gradually felt dizzy.

Moreover, these ten people, both men and women, have extraordinary demeanor. Some of them hold long swords, some carry swords behind their backs, and some carry swords across their waists. Their postures are different, but they all carry swords.

But the man in linen clothes who was leading the group had nothing in his hands. He had nothing on his body except a simple linen garment.

However, what made Zhao Rong feel most strange about the man in sackcloth was not this, but the strange pattern tattooed on his thin face, which extended all the way to his neck, sank into his collar, and spread to an unknown place.

The tattoo is red and has a weird pattern.

After Zhao Rong looked at it carefully, he found that there seemed to be a few tattoos of... ghost faces?

What is this? A different world, a non-mainstream?

"That's the sword pattern."

"Kundu sword pattern."

The sound of return came from the lake of heart.

"Oh? That sounds amazing. What's the point?"

Zhao Rong was very skilled in taking over Gui's conversation and enticing him to continue. In fact, he did this not because he wanted to know these things very much. After all, he had seen too many new things since he came to this world, so he had begun to get used to them. What's more, some of the things Gui said were too high and too abstract for Zhao Rong. He felt that he might never come into contact with them in his lifetime, so he was not very interested.

The reason why he cooperated and listened to Gui's words was because he knew that Gui was actually very lonely.

Zhao Rong didn't know whether it was because it hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time before it met him, or because its previous position was too high.

He could feel its loneliness because he too had been lonely before.

The four years in college were dull and uneventful. There was no bloody love story, nor did he meet any mentors or helpful friends who changed his life. He experienced excitement and loneliness. He immersed himself in games and novels, and also had sudden awakenings. He went jogging, memorized words, and checked in at the library every morning... As graduation approached and his friends went their separate ways, he realized that life is actually a solitary journey, and the people around him come and go at an unpredictable rate.

Apart from your parents who can only accompany you for half of your life, how lucky you would be if you could have a partner or a confidant for the rest of your life.

Although Gui is arrogant, sharp-tongued, and very concerned about his reputation, he is actually quite lovable after getting to know him for a long time. Although Zhao Rong disagrees with some of his values, a gentleman should be harmonious but different.

Therefore, Zhao Rong felt that it was a rare fate for him and Gui Neng to share weal and woe and spend the rest of their lives together. At least he would not be alone anymore.

At the same time, he also knew that if his reaction was simply "hmm" or "oh", Gui would probably ignore him for several days. He had experienced this several times, so he should just go along with what it said and not hold it back again...

Gui didn't know that someone had already coveted the position of his confidant and gave him a "very cute" evaluation. If he knew, he would probably "smile" and lift up Zhao Rong's skull, jump out and die together with Zhao Rong.

At this moment, it heard Zhao Rong's curious tone and continued speaking with great satisfaction.

"The red sword pattern on his face is made of the ventricle blood essence of a demon cultivator in the Spiritualization Realm. Hmm... the Spiritualization Realm demon cultivator corresponds to the Yuanying Realm of the human race. Although I cannot see his cultivation level now, I think he has not yet reached Taiyi. I guess he is already in the Yuanying Realm."

"Sword tattoos are tattoos of ghost faces on the face?"

"There is no fixed pattern for sword tattoos. As long as the materials, magic array, and the natal flying sword are complete, the sword tattoo can be made. Haha, his tattoo is not a ghost face, but a monkey and a 玃如. They should be the bodies of the strongest demon cultivators he has killed. There are many sword cultivators in Kundu who like to do this."

"When I went to Kundu to kill monsters, I also stabbed a sword mark, but it was purple." Gui Aoran said.

"You have a ghost face tattooed on your face too?"

"roll!"

"Okay, it's not a ghost face, but it's still pretty ugly... How could you be so stupid as to tattoo something on your face?"

"I don't have any tattoos on my face!"

"So where did you get the tattoo?"

"None of your business!"

“…”

The topic was diverted by Zhao Rong again, but after Zhao Rong asked a few more questions, he roughly figured out what the Kundu sword pattern was.

In the far western Fuyao Continent, there is a city called Kundu, well-known in the Xuanhuang Realm.

It’s because of three things.

A Kunpeng corpse

A door to the wilderness.

An electoral palace.

The corpse of Kunpeng belonged to an ancient saint of the demon clan. After his death, his great power remained and he remained suspended in the air for tens of thousands of years. Kundu was built on the huge corpse of this ancient saint of the demon clan. It was a floating city.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the first emperor of the human race, Emperor Xuan, exiled most of the demon race to a certain ancient domain. The Demon Wasteland Gate is the passage connecting that ancient domain and the Xuanhuang Realm, and is located inside the corpse of the ancient saint of the demon race.

The Elector's Palace is the ruler of Kundu and the owner of the ancient saint's corpse. It possesses enormous power granted by the human race's supreme code, "The Law of the Mysterious Emperor". At the same time, it also bears the corresponding responsibility to suppress the ancient monsters in the Gate of the Demon Wasteland forever!

Those ancient monsters had been the source of several major chaos in the history of the Xuanhuang Realm. Therefore, the Demon Wasteland Gate was also one of the places that were guarded by the Xuanhuang human race.

In addition to the Elector's Palace, there is also the Tai'a Sword Pavilion, one of the four great sects of the human race, and several "Hundred Schools of Thought" assisting in guarding the palace.

The most numerous people in Kundu are sword cultivators. Sword cultivators from all over the world are proud to go to Kundu to kill monsters, so the Kundu Sword Pattern came into being.

The stab artist uses the blood and effort of the killed demon as the main material, supplemented by magic arrays and his own flying sword to condense sword patterns.

Sword patterns have many uses, the most important of which is to protect the demon killer from being eroded by the evil spirit of the demon world over the years, and to use the evil spirit to cleanse the sword.

All sword cultivators who have killed monsters in Kundu will have sword patterns tattooed on them. The different colored sword patterns correspond to the monsters of different realms that they have killed. This is a proof of status and a symbol of honor.

Zhao Rong listened attentively to Gui's words while continuing to look at the group of people. Suddenly, a hand patted him on the shoulder.

"That's someone from Tianya Sword Pavilion."

Zhao Rong was so scared that he turned around quickly. Seeing that the owner of the hand was Liu Sanbian, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little amused.

"Why are you walking so quietly?"

Liu Sanbian looked apologetic and turned to say a few words to Zhao Rong.

Tianya Sword Pavilion is the branch of Tai'a Sword Pavilion, one of the four great sects, in Wangquezhou.

Wangquezhou is too small, and among the four great sects, only Tai'a Jiange has established a branch in Wangquezhou.

Tianya Sword Pavilion is a sword suspended above the heads of all the sects and monks on the mountains of Wangque Continent. It is similar to an official regulatory agency on the mountains. It is only responsible for important matters that affect the order on the mountains and does not interfere in ordinary matters.

The two talked for a short while.

The ferry manager returned to the deck with a white-haired old man, parted the crowd, and walked towards the group from Tianya Jiange.