Chapter 3891: Chapter 1867: Borrowed Name_2
Running into a time rift to change clothes?
And giving me wine is one thing, but listening to this ridiculous poem… how can you create poetry so effortlessly? Just went out and already making poems and offering drinks to everyone under the sky?
“Seriously, how can you pretend like this…”
Xu Xiaoshou grimaced, staring at the cup of wine in front of him, grabbed it, and splashed it towards Bazhun’an in mid-air: “I just stepped out of the building for a moment, and you’ve stirred such a commotion outside already?”
Bazhunan remained silent, only persistently presenting wine.
This was the first person in the five regions who dared to not give him face.
The first cup was poured out, triggering a hidden easter egg—his half-image didn’t dissipate in time, smiling as he handed out a second cup of wine, now able to speak:
“Lord Shou, I know it’s you, and there’s no time to say more, please drink this cup.”
Why should I?
Xu Xiaoshou chewed on those four broken verses, had to say, for stage presence, they were quite ingenious, mainly for being sensational…
He grabbed the golden cup, and this time, he did not pour it out, raised an eyebrow and said: “You give me a set of poems that I can use when I go out later, and I’ll toast this cup to you, a respectful one.”
Bazhunan’s half-image grew dimmer, obviously time was running out: “Lord Shou, I borrow your sword name, please lend me a helping hand.”
Borrow a name?
At this point, Xu Xiaoshou emerged from a sea of jealousy, realizing what this pompous Eighth was doing.
He chuckled: “A cup of wine, a set of verses.”
Bazhunan opened his mouth, now he couldn’t even speak, his figure faded away, turning into smoke.
“Hey! Did he just die?”
Xu Xiaoshou was startled, how could he be so weak?
He hurriedly drank the wine in the cup: “To you! To you! Don’t forget you owe me a set of poems!”
…
Burial Sword Tomb, Sword Washing Pool.
Wen Ting held a golden cup in hand, laughing heartily, carried his robes and quickly ran towards the only sword left in the pool.
“Qingju, look, wine is here!”
“This cup is filled with sword cognition, the name within, a wolf’s ambition, clear as day.”
“But hahahaha, he borrowed the world’s swords, the world’s name, yet didn’t think that you ended up here with me. I feel it’s such a pity for you…”
Wen Ting ran into the Sword Washing Pool, squatted down.
The Qingju Sword body trembled wildly, its whimpering persistently, sword tears flowed drop by drop, truly heartbroken beyond despair.
Wen Ting continued to catch the sword tears with a jade bottle while shaking the golden cup in his hand, the fragrance of wine from the Sword Washing Pool spread all around, as if he was enticing a minor:
“Did you really think that you two parting ways, each going dormant and training in secret valleys, could ultimately meet at the pinnacle and unite together?”
“You fool, Qingju!”
“He returned to the pinnacle, did he remember you?”
“I’ve long explained the path he’s on to you, did you think these years of Saint Servant collecting the 21 Famed Swords was for what?”
“Practicing swordsmanship to borrow a name, this sword isn’t just you, Qingju, and this name isn’t just him, the Eighth Sword Deity, either, but the sword of ten thousand swords in the world, the name of ten thousand people!”
Qingju, tears fell like rain.
Wen Ting caught them more eagerly, spread open the golden apricot in his hand, quickly flicking through, the scene flickered, revealing many Bazhun’ans:
“Look! See!”
“Everyone was offered wine, Bazhun’an appeared in person, it was sincerely genuine, only in this Burial Sword Tomb he offered me wine without showing up, is he afraid to meet me?”
Pausing, Wen Ting wantonly laughed:
“Pah! Fear of meeting me yet offering me wine?”
“He just doesn’t want to see you, this broken sword!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, Broken Sword Qingju, such a laughable Qingju, still waiting for him, why don’t you just die out of love…”
As Wen Ting spoke, in front of Qingju, drank the cup of wine all at once, not leaving a drop for Qingju.
Finally, he let out a long “ah”, sighed “good wine”, and pointed at the crying, rusted broken sword, teasingly:
“A dedicated person, betrayed.”
“If you ask me, just follow me.”
“From now on, wear me as your saber, I will make you renowned under the sky.”
“Even if Bazhun’an comes back for you, can you really act like you don’t mind the experiences with those enchanting sword wares outside over these years?”
Qingju remained silent, only crying persistently.
…
Depths of the Southern Underworld.
Dao Qiongcang shrank his neck, somewhat apprehensive gazing at the half-image of Bazhun’an in front of him, tightly clutching a wine cup in hand.
“Ah hahaha, good poem, good poem indeed…”
“Brother’s literary talent is outstanding, Dao admires deeply, truly deeply.”
Bazhunan’s half-image quickly grew dim, seemingly unable to withstand the bone-chilling ice power in the depths of the Southern Underworld, yet his gaze was fixed firmly on Dao Qiongcang.
“I’ll drink, I’ll drink.”
As they say, don’t hit the smiling face.
Dao Qiongcang accompanied with a smile, holding the wine cup with both hands, respectfully raised it high, then drank it all.
Sizzle!
Bazhunan’s half-image turned into smoke and vanished.
Dao Qiongcang’s smile instantly faded, left only with solemnity on his face, murmuring to himself:
“Not the body, not the spirit, not the intent, yet able to lock onto people like this?”
“The previous Yue Gongnu, no, he probably couldn’t keep an eye constantly, so possibly didn’t notice… hmm, but that gaze…”
Dao Qiongcang quickly dismissed stray thoughts.
After all, Bazhun’an was gone, meaning either he didn’t know, or knew but didn’t want to pursue the matter of Dao Qiongcang offending Yue Gongnu in the Southern Underworld.
Moreover, a small offense isn’t worth counting… Dao Qiongcang quickly returned focus to the serious matter of Bazhun’an suddenly locating his true body, lowered his head pondering for a while, then his brows slightly relaxed, as if coming to a realization:
“Name…”
Buzz!
In the depths of the Southern Underworld, Master Sword Intent was shockingly present.
Dao Qiongcang was certainly an ancient swordsman, and still a supremely powerful master swordsman.
He practiced the Ancient Sword Technique, precisely to better handle the challenges after stepping into that threshold…
Actually, there wasn’t a “them”, it was just to deal with Bazhun’an alone.