I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

He didn't ask, but the Sword Master himself gave the answer with emotion.

"To be honest, I didn't suddenly figure out this great principle on my own. I had to thank the Prime Minister Zuo for pointing it out to me."

Left Prime Minister, Qian Chishi?

It is said that it was he who proposed to the king to hold this martial arts conference.

"That day I was building a hut in the mountains, when suddenly a young man arrived riding a paper horse. He called himself Qian Zhen, a disciple of the left prime minister, and came to deliver a handwritten letter from his master."

The Sword Master was more inclined to live in seclusion at that time, and this person's arrival was suspicious, so even the old veterans would be wary.

"I didn't accept the letter. When I was about to leave, the young man said, 'Senior, go ahead. But no matter which mountain you enter, I will wait for you there one day in advance.'"

The martial arts masters present were shocked. Since the Sword Master came to attend the conference, it meant that what the young man said was true. How did he do it?

"After I saw him in the mountains for the fourth time, I opened the letter from the left prime minister and came here to attend the conference."

As he spoke, the Sword Master turned his gaze to Tangtang: "My friend, is there any magic in the cultivation world that can see through other people's minds?"

.........

His telepathy would be enough, but what Zhe Shantang used was definitely not telepathy.

"It's all about money. Old Sword Saint, they can calculate in advance where you want to go."

When Sword Master and Tangtang were chatting and laughing, some people found it strange.

After this round of questions and answers, everyone suddenly realized that the little girl was actually a practitioner.

"Is there a way to break it?"

It is definitely not a pleasant feeling to have everything planned out for you. When the Sword Master asked this question, the entire venue became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Just improve your cultivation. When your cultivation is high, money won't work for you anymore."

Tangtang's solution was simple and plain, but everyone was disappointed when they heard it.

At this moment, someone suddenly laughed and said, "The left prime minister is so smart. This is a blessing for our Shang country!"

Everyone followed the reputation and saw a general in armor coming with a crowd of people following him.

The person who came was Cheng Feixiao!

"Girl, you look familiar to me. Where have I seen you before?"

Cheng Feixiao first greeted all the heroes in the martial arts world, then exchanged some pleasantries with the Sword Master, then he looked at Tangtang thoughtfully and asked.

"Well, Tangtang thinks the uncle looks familiar, but I can't remember the details."

The two had actually met during the Shang-Wu War, but they did not have a deep impression of each other, they were just a little familiar with each other.

"Haha, no matter what, this meeting is considered an acquaintance."

Cheng Feixiao didn't dwell on this matter too much. He strode to the arena and personally held the opening ceremony of the martial arts conference.

As soon as the opening ceremony ended, the Sword Master took the stage.

"Senior, please enlighten me!"

Accompanied by a loud roar, someone immediately jumped onto the stage.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. After all, a man's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Facing a martial arts legend like the Sword Saint...what's the point of you just dancing with your sword? Why don't you rush up and fight?

The Sword Master patiently watched the person in front of him demonstrate a set of sword skills, and then he made a few comments.

"Senior, your words are profound and meaningful. I feel like I have been enlightened after listening to them. Thank you very much, senior. Thank you very much, senior."

After saying that, the man jumped off the stage and gave up.

...........

So you really want to ask for advice when you go up to the ring?

After a moment of silence, another master jumped onto the stage.

He was good at fist and palm kung fu. After demonstrating a set of Tongbei Fist and Iron Sand Palm in front of the Sword Master, he also humbly asked for advice.

The Sword Master had a bird's-eye view and a few casual words from him made the man's eyes light up.

"Thank you, senior!"

After two people took the lead, more and more people from the martial arts world jumped onto the stage just to ask for guidance from the Sword Saint.

Of course, there are also some sinister people who openly ask for advice, but turn to sneak attacks halfway through the kung fu demonstration.

When facing this kind of guy, the sword master usually uses his fingers instead of swords, and one finger can destroy his martial arts.

"Senior, please enlighten me."

Xiao Tianlu finally got onto the stage. He waved the whip in his hand and launched an attack on the Sword Saint with a serious expression.

"it is good!"

Most of the day had passed, and this was the first person who dared to challenge the Sword Master openly after he stepped onto the ring.

In his joy, the martial arts legend defeated his opponent in an incredible way.

That’s right, it’s Mu Jian!

Although he didn't use his full strength and didn't actually shoot deadly sword light from his eyes, but if he had real power, he could still force Xiao Tianlu off the stage.

"Senior has indeed achieved enlightenment through martial arts. I admire you so much."

The man's words of admiration came from the bottom of his heart, and there was no trace of frustration in his expression.

When the Sword Master saw this, he was also very surprised.

"After not seeing you for a few years, Xiao Tianlu has really improved his character. His future is limitless."

After a moment of hesitation, the Sword Saint smiled and said, "Tianlu, if you have time, please come to me after the conference, and we can have a good discussion in private."

Xiao Tianlu was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly responded respectfully.

...........

The winner of the martial arts conference was, unsurprisingly, the Sword Master of the Great Shang Dynasty.

After the victory was decided, General Cheng Feixiao became his disciple on the spot and recruited the Sword Saint into his army.

The plan of the left prime minister Qian Chishi was a great success!

"Huihui, I heard that a very powerful swordsman has joined the army. Do you want to join the army too?"

The martial arts conference has a wide influence, and some villages close to Ruyi Town have set off a wave of joining the army.

"Me? I won't go to the battlefield. Fighting and killing is boring."

The man was cleaning with a big broom and answering grandma's questions loudly.

"You just came back from practicing martial arts. People who practice martial arts should join the army and serve their country." The neighbor boy passing by said as a matter of course.

"But I didn't learn martial arts. I learned other skills outside."

"What skills?" the young man asked curiously.

Lu Chuhui smiled and pointed at the broom and said, "The skill of sweeping the floor and removing dust."

"..."

"........"

"Hahahaha, you were funny when you were a kid, and you've become even funnier over the years. Come on, stop sweeping, and help your grandma go to the village entrance to listen to stories."

It's a rare opportunity to have a storyteller come here to tell stories for free, and it's noon now, it would be a shame not to take the opportunity to listen.

Chapter 397 Tombstone Village

Lu Chuhui greeted his parents, then happily supported his grandmother and walked to the village entrance.

Many people had already arrived early with their stools. Some villagers were eager to chat with the storyteller, but the latter was a little indifferent.

Ok?

The moment he saw the storyteller, Lu Chuhui felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he subconsciously clenched the big broom in his left hand.

But after looking at this person carefully again, the practitioner found nothing more.

"Dad, please keep an eye on grandma. I want to lean forward and listen."

As Lu Chuhui spoke, he moved a stool and sat down at the front.

In this way, if the storyteller wants to cause trouble later, he can stop it immediately.

"Almost everyone has arrived. Today I want to tell you a story about Tombstone Village."

This guy's storytelling skills should be third-rate, because there is no emotion in his words and he is completely unable to mobilize the emotions of others.

Fortunately, the story should be a thriller, so everyone is quite looking forward to it.

"One day, an old man in the village tripped over a stone. He got up and kicked the stone angrily, but he failed to kick the stone away and hurt his foot instead."

The old man was already furious after being tripped, and this added fuel to the fire. He immediately went home and found a pickaxe to break the stone.

Unexpectedly, as he kept knocking, he discovered that the stone was not a stone, but a stone tablet buried deep underground.

"The villagers thought it was some kind of ancient artifact, so they worked together to dig out the stone tablet. It turned out to be a tombstone, and on it, the old man's name was clearly engraved."

Encountering such an unlucky thing, the old man was almost fainted from anger.

He suspected that someone in the village was targeting him, but he had no evidence.

After a long quarrel, the old man finally went back to rest.

"The next morning, the family called several times, but the old man did not come out of the room to eat porridge. The son hurriedly ran into the bedroom and pushed his body, but it was already cold."

......

Before the story was finished, Lu Chuhui felt very unlucky.

But everyone around him was listening with great interest, so he couldn't speak out to stop them.

"Since then, people have been tripping over things in the village every day. When we dug up all the rocks that people tripped over, we found they were all tombstones with people's names engraved on them!"

Regardless of gender, age or status, anyone who trips over a tombstone will die quietly that night.

The terrified villagers wanted to escape, but none of them succeeded because those who tried to escape would be caught up and crushed to death by their own tombstones.

"A tombstone has no legs, so how can it chase people?" Lu Chuhui couldn't help but ask.

The storyteller ignored him and continued telling his horror story.

"No one can escape. The entire village is destined to be covered with tombstones and become [Tombstone Village]."

“In the end, a woman wearing the queen’s red dress will come to this village full of weird things.”

"The red clothes frightened the monsters. After being deprived of all their powers, they also met their own end."

Isn’t this last paragraph a bit abrupt?

Not only Lu Chuhui, but other villagers also felt that the story of Tombstone Village was not very good.

But he's telling stories for free, so never mind, just listen.

"Ah, I forgot to mention it."

The storyteller said expressionlessly, "Tombstone Village is a name the village got later. Its previous name was Beitian Village."

Beitian Village?!

Everyone's eyes widened. Lu Chuhui was the first to react. He swung the broom at the man.

"You came here just to cause trouble, didn't you? Go, leave now!"

The broom hit the man a few times, but he didn't react much.

"My evil-removing broom is used to remove evil spirits, so..."

Is this unlucky person a real person, and not a ghost in disguise?

Lu Chuhui breathed a sigh of relief, but there was an annoyed expression on his face. He waved the broom and drove the man away.

......

"Hello there!"

The man with iron shoes turned around and found a little girl who looked familiar.

After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he had met her in the tea shop a few days ago.