Chapter 1781： Living Buddha

Dugu Wudi became famous three thousand years ago, and is the most famous genius since the founding of the Shushan Sword School.

It is said that he learned swords at the age of three, became the chief disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect at the age of nine, and became innate at the age of twelve. In just one hundred years, he became the only sword sage since the establishment of the Shushan Sword Sect, and his fame has moved the world.

Originally, he could become the head teacher of the Shushan Sword Sect, but because of his relatively aloof personality, obsessed with swords, and disliked taking care of mundane affairs, he became the elder of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Later, the old people of the Shushan Sword Sect passed away one after another.

However, a thousand years ago, Lonely Invincible suddenly disappeared. No one knows where he went. Some people said that he went to the cultivation world, but there was no trace of him in the cultivation world.

Others said that he found a secluded place to emerge, and some even said that he had found the secret of becoming a fairy and soared.

Since then, Lonely and Invincible has become a historical figure recorded in various legends. Lu Yi did not expect that he saw this old man today, who was the sword master of the Shushan Sword Sect three thousand years ago.

Lu Yi was in a daze.

If he had known that this old man was a swordsman, he would have asked Dugu Wudi for advice or two, but now that Lonely Wudi has gone, he can only regret it.

"Senior Dugu looks a little crazy, I don't know if the Shushan Sword Sect Killing Sect has given him a heavy blow, and I don't know if he will go to the cultivation world to seek revenge from the Sword God?"

Lu Yi was a little curious. If Dugu Wudi really went to avenge the Sword God, he didn't know who was the best at him or the Sword God?

Sighing, Lu Yi turned and went down the mountain.

Originally, when he came to Shushan this time, he was planning to ask the masters of the Shushan Sword Sect to ask some questions about the kendo. Now that the Shushan Sword Sect has been destroyed, he had to leave.

Standing on the top of Shu Mountain, Lu Yi felt melancholy.

"Go to the east, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal love is a romantic figure." Lu Yi couldn't help feeling a little when he thought that the Shushan Sword Sect that had existed for thousands of years was gone.

After coming down the mountain, Lu Yi went straight to the next stop: the psychic city.

From the Shu Mountain to the psychic road, Lu Yi missed Xiaoguang a little, and wanted to go to see him. I haven't seen him for so long, and I don't know how is Xiaoguang?

Lu Yi had been here once before, and he was very familiar with the road, and went straight to the psychic capital.

The psychic capital remained the same as before. There was no change. When Lu Yi came here again, he felt like a dream. He found the palace where Xiaoguang was. After entering, there was nothing left.

Where's Hikaru?

Lu Yi raised his brows, quietly guarded, and then searched in the palace.

After a full twenty minutes, Lu Yi did not find Xiao Guang.

"He is a child, where can he go?" Lu Yi whispered. It stands to reason that if Xiaoguang goes out, he will definitely return to Jiangzhou as soon as possible.

Could it be that something happened to Xiaoguang?

Lu Yi's eyes burst into cold light.

Although Xiaoguang is not related to him by blood, he has always regarded Xiaoguang as his own younger brother. Whoever dares to touch Xiaoguang will destroy the whole family.

He didn't allow Xiao Guang to suffer any harm.

Converging his mind for a while, Lu Yi quickly searched for Xiaoguang's trace in the psychic city for a long time. Finally, he saw a line of words on the wall that entered the psychic city.

"Brother, I want to go to a place far away with my people, and when things are done, I will go back to find you, don't read it!"

The handwriting was engraved on the wall with fingers. If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

The handwriting is very immature, and it looks like Xiaoguang's notes.

In the end, the handwriting of the words "Don't read" was a bit shallow, as if in a hurry.

Knowing that Xiao Guang was okay, Lu Yi sighed, but soon, he frowned again, Xiao Guang still has a clansman in the world?

The psychic race was destroyed by the Sword God Temple. If the Sword God Temple knows that there are still people alive from the psychic race, I am afraid they will send someone to annihilate it.

Thinking of this, a sword gas came out of Lu Yi's fingertips, erasing the writing on the wall, so as not to cause trouble to Xiaoguang.

After coming out of the psychic capital, Lu Yi went to the Potala Palace.

The Potala Palace, located in Tibetan areas, is a magnificent building with the highest altitude in the world, integrating palaces, castles and temples. It is built on a hillside, with overlapping buildings, sacred palaces and magnificent layout.

Looking around, the Potala Palace is winding and winding, merging with the mountain, standing high, the palace walls are red and white, and the palace roof is magnificent.

It is a symbol of Tibetan areas and a symbol of the great creativity of Tibetan people.

When Lu Yi came down the mountain, he saw many tourists and pilgrims. Those pilgrims bowed their heads in three steps and were very religious.

As he stepped up the steps, Lu Yi felt calm.

As soon as Lu Yi finished the steps, a little lama appeared in front of him, saluted respectfully, and asked, "Is the surname of the donor Lu?"

"Yes, my surname is Lu, my name is Lu Yi." Lu Yi put his hands together and asked in return: "Master recognizes me?"

The little lama smiled slightly and said, "Master, please."

Let's go after speaking.

Lu Yi followed the little lama, crossed the staggered corridors, turned several turns, and passed through a mess of halls, and finally came to an old wooden door.

"Master, Donor Lu is here," the little lama said respectfully.

"Please come in!" A feeble voice came from inside the wooden door.

The little lama opened the door, then stood by the door and said to Lu Yi: "Lord Lu, Master, please go in."

"Thank you." Lu Yi nodded and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, a musty smell came on my face, as if I hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and then I looked inside. As expected, the room was very dark and the windows on all sides were covered with paper.

"Donor Lu, please sit down."

In the darkness, the old voice from before came.

Lu Yi glanced at it. There was a futon one meter in front of him. Lu Yi walked over and sat down, then raised his head and looked forward. There was a wooden bed in front of him, and an old lama was sitting on it.

"Donor Lu is a distinguished guest. I should have come to meet him. I was helpless and seriously ill. I couldn't get out of bed or see the light. Don't blame Donor Lu," said the old lama.

"Master is polite." Lu Yi asked, "How did the master know that I was here?"

"I can smell the smell of your hands." The old lama said.

The smell on your hands?

Lu Yi was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously glanced at his hand, and suddenly understood, because he was wearing the dzi bead given to him by Mr. Zhao.

"This string of dzi beads was given to a destined person many years ago, but I didn't expect it to be in the hands of Donor Lu today. It is really amazing."

"This string of dzi beads was given to me by an elder in the family." After Lu Yi finished speaking, he said, "I don't know what the master is asking for me?"

"Fulfill a promise," the old lama said.

"Promise?" Doubt appeared on Lu Yi's face.

"It seems that Lord Lu has really forgotten the past, but it doesn't matter. We have guarded this promise for generations, and we have finally waited for you." The old lama finished speaking and took out a gilt treasure box. To Lu Yi, he said: "Lu donor, the thing returns to the original owner."