Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 333

There is no difference between day and night in the Land of Yellow Springs. When Su Lun woke up, there was still that gloomy gray moon in the sky.

After a good night's sleep, I have a lot of energy.

Even if the hormones were rampant and the body tissues were torn apart before, it was good.

Su Lun glanced at Qianjo, who was still sleeping beside him, and raised his eyebrows slightly. The young woman who was addicted to gambling was really undefended by him. The sleeping posture with a large font made the corners of his mouth twitch.

The melee professional needed more rest, so he didn't wake up Qianjo. After getting dressed, a stove was set up in the dilapidated hall, ready to get something to eat.

The food in this cursed space cannot be eaten. Fortunately, Su Lun prepared enough food at any time.

The ability to have space is convenient, don't worry about the storage ring can not fit.

He took out a pile of canned beef and fiddled with a beef stockpot. Marfa's military food is better than the average restaurant in both taste and quality. .

There was snow outside, and the wind was blowing.

After a while, the smell of stewed meat filled the entire hall.

A thousand noses in his sleep instinctively sniffed, but before opening his eyes, his body had already sat up. The loose cotton spun white clothes can't hide her beautiful figure, half of the collar is loose on the shoulders, and the deep V-collar makes the proud snow peak half exposed and slippery.

"What's so delicious..."

Qianjou muttered like a dream, as if he noticed something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Then I saw Su Lun's mean smile.

She glanced angrily, and silently gathered up the clothes on her shoulders to hide the leaked spring light. That look seems to be disgusting, what's so good about it?

Su Lun didn't evade at all, and said with a smile, "I'm here to eat."

Qianjoo looked at the meat in the pot, and immediately became happy, and leaned over, "Tsk tsk, I knew that with you, I would never go hungry."

Su Lun sounded slightly surprised.

Isn't it basic to prepare food when you go out?

He asked casually, "Sister Qianjo, have you ever been hungry?"

Qianjo didn't feel blushing at all, and admitted: "I was hungry. When I was at sea, the supplies were not enough, and when I encountered a storm, I couldn't even catch fish. I was hungry twice in three days, and I almost failed to land... "

Su Lun's eyes twitched when he heard it, and then he laughed lightly.

Qianjo didn't seem to think anything was wrong, he picked up the meat on his own, and ate it happily.

The snow was blowing outside, and the two of them were eating hot pot beside the boiler, and they could chat a few times.

It is also pleasant.

After a while, you will be full of food and drink.

Both of them were still injured, so they didn't plan to run around, so they planned to stay at Sensoji Temple for a day or two.

Qianjo looked bored and stared at the woodcut Buddha statues for a long time. Then he wrapped his chest with gauze, changed his clothes, and started practicing swordsmanship in the snow in the yard.

Su Lun strolled around the "Asakusa Temple" carefully and looked at almost everything that could be identified with the omniscient eye.

But to his slight disappointment, nothing in particular was found, nor any clues to help them out.

There are barren mountains all around, and there are not even bigger trees.

Fortunately, there are no ghosts near here, and it is quite safe.

"Shuh", "Shuh", "Shuh"....

The sound of sword qi breaking through the air can be heard incessantly.

In the courtyard, Qianjo slashed again and again with a serious expression, and traces were drawn on the snow on the ground.

Su Lun meditated and meditated under the eaves that Xueluo could not reach. He had also gained a lot from the previous battle, and it took time to digest the large amount of information obtained.

There are too many differences between this [Death Novel·The Land of Yellow Springs] and the regular cursed space, the NPCs are exactly the same as the real people, the known maps are endless, and the laws cannot see any flaws...

There are too many things that Su Lun can't figure out.

He needs a lot of the world to piece together those sporadic clues to see if he can find any clues to get out of here.

The two of them were busy on their own, and the time was very leisurely, not like a T-level cursed space at all.

There seems to be no time difference in the Kingdom of Yellow Springs, and the moon in the sky has not moved its position at all, and has always been hanging in that position.

Chijo was tired, and the two of them had another meal.

She was still practicing swordsmanship, while Su Lun meditated, busy each other.

The time on the pocket watch was probably at night, when the black crow on the top of the dead tree suddenly called out.

Su Lun suddenly opened his eyes, looked out of the temple solemnly, and shouted, "Someone is here!"

Chijo also showed an air of alertness, and asked, "Monster?"

"No. It should be a human soul."

In Su Lun's eyes, the picture that the black crow saw, it was a rickety old man in sackcloth. He was using a pole to jump on two huge tree stumps, walking slowly from the sheep intestines path outside the temple.

Su Lun looked at the costume, guessed something, and added: "It seems to be the 'Buddha Carver' who stayed here before."

When Qianjo heard this, he immediately became interested and asked in anticipation, "That swordsman?"

"Um."

Su Lun thought it should be, and his face was slightly solemn.

The man walked in, and the fire of the soul in his perception was much stronger than that of ordinary ghosts.

Moreover, the man's perception is very keen, when Su Lun found him, he saw the black crow on the branch at a glance.

When Qianjo heard this, she became even more interested, "Let's go! Let's go out and have a look!"

Sensoji Temple is a rare and safe place in the Land of Yellow Springs, and Su Lun and the two of them will not leave easily.

Moreover, Qianjo was indeed very interested in the mysterious "Buddha Carver".

The two walked into the courtyard and waited for someone to come to the door.

Not long after, outside the gate of the temple, the old man walked in. He was not surprised that there were two more people in this ruined temple. Like returning to his own home, he walked in familiarly. Then the two wooden stakes that were brought back were placed under the eaves.

Su Lun sensed it, and it was naturally a "ghost".

But from the point of view of the strength of the soul, it only looks like the fourth and fifth orders, and it does not look strong. But the unwavering momentum of the ancient well gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Su Lun didn't take it lightly at all. Although people die after death, their cultivation will be rebuilt, but after all, he is a "Juggernaut".

Qianjo directly greeted him and gave a swordsman's salute, "Senior, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

This ruined temple was originally visited by others, and the two of them were indeed disturbing.

The old man glanced at the two and said lightly, "Are you two humans who escaped from the city yesterday?"

The origin was revealed, Qianjo did not deny it, "Yes. Granny Aju guided us to come here. It bothers the seniors."

The old man was very talkative, and he seemed to know that the two of them came here to take refuge, and he didn't show any malice: "I really can't find a place to stay, so it's better to stay here. This is a Buddhist temple, not my house. Not to be disturbed. It's a pity that Huang Quanguo is not the place where a living person should come, you have come to the wrong place."

Seeing this attitude, Su Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

From what it looks like now, their previous judgment was correct. This "Buddha Carver" is not like those evil ghosts who always want to eat living people. seems to get along.

The old man didn't seem to mind that there were two more people here. As if there was no one else, he sat on the ponytail under the eaves, picked up the carving knife, and began to process the two pieces of wood he brought back. It looks like I want to carve a new Buddha statue.

Seeing this scene, Su Lun had a very strange feeling.

As soon as the old man sat there, it seemed that he instantly merged with the surrounding environment. Like those stone towers, stakes, dead trees...etc, become part of the environment. rather than an out-of-the-ordinary person.

It gives a feeling of "people in the painting".

"Is this the Holy Land..."

Su Lun murmured in his heart.

The realm cannot be measured by one-sided professional level, but generally speaking, the understanding of "sainting" at the level of law is the level of professionals around the seventh level.

There is also poetry, magic, art, music... But there is such a big threshold for all the ways to unite the godhead.

Qianjo on the side obviously noticed this, and his eyes were even more reverent.

She paid her respects again and said bluntly, "Mr. Akutagawa, I would like to ask you about kendo."

Yes, this is the famous Akutagawa Ryuichi, the only kendo master in the Yamayin Kingdom who has entered the "Sword Saint" realm in the past twenty years.

Qianjo felt familiar with the sword intent left on the wooden Buddha sculptures in the main hall. After a comparison, I found that the sword intent was almost the same as that on the carving knife given by the blind female violinist I met in Edo Castle.

Qiantiao came to the hidden country in the mountains, and it was for this person.

Unfortunately, this Akutagawa Ryuichi has passed away.

But coincidentally, he met his dead soul in this land of yellow springs.

The old man was not at all surprised when he heard Qianjo's words.

He glanced at the sword marks in the courtyard, and saw that he was practicing "Akutagawa Ichidō-style" slashing, and said indifferently: "Since Xiaoxun gave you the carving knife... the person she chose, Of course it won't be bad."

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As soon as these words came out, Su Lun was completely relieved.

But when he said this, he suddenly shook his head and changed the conversation: "But... a knife is not used like that."

Su Lun on the side listened to this, and looked slightly sideways. Qianjo's kendo cultivation base is not bad, and the "big swordsman" can be regarded as a master everywhere. But in this old man's tone, he was as unbearable as an apprentice who had just entered kendo?

He was also curious about how strong the so-called "Juggernaut" was.

When Qianjo heard this, he didn't realize that he was disgraced by being denied, but instead he was overjoyed: "Please enlighten me, senior."

Since the old man said these words, it means that he has the intention to teach swordsmanship.

Akutagawa Ryuichi's reaction seemed to be sluggish like that of an old man.

Hearing this, he seemed to be slow to react, he put down the carving knife in his hand in a hurry, looked at the knife in Qiantiao's hand again, and asked, "Are you very doubtful about your current state? It's already very good, the sword skills have been sharpened to the point where it is difficult to break through, but you still feel powerless when you encounter high-level enemies?"

"Yes! I also ask the seniors to clarify their doubts."

Qianjo's expression was startled, and these words revealed her greatest confusion.

In the battle yesterday, she suffered a big loss.

Against the red lotus demon fire of [Jiu Swallowing Boy], he didn't lose in his skills or his sword, but instead of taking advantage of it, he almost died there. She knew very well that her kendo understanding was not worthy of the sharpness of this knife, so she did not exert the power that the twelve swordsmen should have.

Moreover, slicing the spirit body is more laborious. Except for burning the spirit body with the demonic energy of the demon sword, it is difficult for the sword energy to cause effective damage.

She knows where the problem is, she needs to use kendo to condense domineering.

But don't know how to break through.

Step by step, after all, it is just extraordinary.

The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything about kendo, but looked at the sword with the white scabbard in Chijo's hand: "The sword in your hand is "Onimaru Hakumu Zongzheng", right? "

Without waiting for an answer, he asked himself and answered: "I have also held this **** demon soldier. It's a pity that it doesn't want to recognize me as the master. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands, but it's fate."

Qianjo felt a little surprised, so coincidental?

"it's fate..."

The old man's tone was a little sigh, seeing the knife, as if seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

To be honest, it's a life-and-death difference.

I didn't expect to see Huang Quan again.

After pondering for a moment, a light flashed carelessly in his turbid eyes, and asked, "Then... have you ever seen the scene of **** under this knife?"

Qianjo sternly said: "I have seen it. It is shocking."

The old man smiled noncommittally, as if he had just gotten to the point, and asked, "Then what do you think is your kendo?"

Hearing this, Qiantiao's eyes seemed to shoot with an extremely sharp sword light, and she said firmly: "After I draw my sword, I can open mountains, break rivers, split seas, and kill ghosts and gods."

Hearing this, the old man shook his head: "Jianxin is good, but that's not your kendo. Kendo is the spirit you have in your heart. Before you draw the sword, you think you are holding 'what', your kendo is what."

"This..."

Hearing this, Qiantiao's eyes fell into confusion.

She shook the demon sword Zongzheng in her hands. She didn't seem to understand. After thinking about it, she asked back, "Senior... May I ask what your kendo is?"

"mine...?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the old man's old face, and his aura suddenly became unfathomable.

As he said that, he held the carving knife in his hand and made a movement of drawing the knife, saying: "I am the same as you, and I am also cultivating the way of hell."

A great swordsman and a swordsman were talking about swordsmanship. Su Lun's realm was still far behind, and he was confused when he heard it.

What's more, this is no longer a topic of "skill" level, and it may not be beneficial to hear it in advance.

While Su Lun was an onlooker, he was also tinkering with his own alchemy.

But as soon as the old man said these words, the harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed.

Suddenly, Su Lun exploded with goosebumps.

It's like... the feeling of oppression in a desperate situation when I was surrounded by countless evil ghosts in the city before.

Su Lun tilted his head and looked over, with a complicated expression: What a terrifying aura!

in front of you,

not far away.

The old man held the hilt of the carving knife in reverse, as if he was slowly drawing out a long sword.

It is obviously an inconspicuous carving knife, but it seems to be more terrifying than the imposing manner of Qiantiao who draws out the demon knife, and it gives people an indescribable terrifying pressure. Every inch he pulls out ~www.mtlnovel.com~ his momentum rises.

And behind him, it seems that people can see a sea of ​​blood.

Akutagawa Ryu's eyes were as bright as electricity, and his voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, "I draw a sword, it is hell."

This is an understatement, but it seems as if a thunderous explosion sounded in the ear, "This is my swordsmanship."

On the one hand, it is a Buddha, and on the other hand, it is a monstrous killing intent that can kill blood in hell.

In the heart is the Buddha, and behind it is the hell.

Even Su Lun, a kendo layman, faintly felt that he had realized something. He looked at the wooden Buddha statues behind Akutagawa Ryuichi and understood something.

It seems to be talking about the sword, but more "Tao".

Qianjou Wensheng's face changed greatly, as if she saw a scene that shocked her.

She just stood there dumbfounded.

It took a long time to recover from the shock.

Chijo was standing in the courtyard as if someone had cast an immobilization spell.

A quarter of an hour, an hour, a half-day... motionless.

Goose feather snow drifted in the sky, and gradually accumulated a thick layer on her shoulders.

Su Lun has been paying attention to her state all the time. Looking at her, she always felt like she had tamed the Demon Sword Zongzheng before, and she fell into a very strange state. It's like a butterfly struggling to break out of a cocoon.

However, Su Lun also knew that he could not help.

He was not idle either, he sat on the ground beside Akutagawa Ryu who was carving a wooden Buddha statue, put on a close fit, and then asked, "Mr. Akutagawa, do you know the Lord of Huangquan?"

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