I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3519: Chapter 1729: Sword Ancestor is me, I am the flower; awakening from a great dream yet forgetting home

This voice…

The voice sounded quite old.

But it was full of energy, powerful, and had a strong penetrating feel.

This was a voice Xu Xiaoshou had never heard before; he completely didn’t know the owner of the voice.

But that tone…

“Who dares to call Hua Weiyang by his full name like this? Isn’t it possible that it’s his Supreme Master, which means…”

At this thought, Xu Xiaoshou’s heart burst into excitement.

He never expected to see the Sword Ancestor in such a special way?

And though it might sound a bit far-fetched, just listening to the voice, it didn’t seem like a bad ancestory, more like a regular old man?

At least it didn’t give the eerie feeling that comes with titles like evil god or Ghost Ancestor.

“The wooden hut…”

The wooden hut also looked quite normal.

Not at all like the Divine Relic’s Thirty Three Heavens, or the Cursed Yin on the Divine Throne.

This place wasn’t serious at all, more like a school, what if the old man was teaching the Way of the Sword in there, could he eavesdrop on a lesson?

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Xu Xiaoshou quickened his pace, with some dried grass in his mouth, holding a peach branch by his waist, he ran towards the wooden hut.

Sword God, here I come!

Wait for me, wait till I arrive to start the lesson!

…

“Clatter.”

With a step, he leaped over the yellow wooden fence that could only block chickens and ducks, and before rushing inside, he felt his sleeve being tugged by someone.

“Weiyang Senior Brother!”

A low voice sounded beside his ear.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head sharply, his vision blurred twice, people’s images overlapped for a moment, then a rather panicked face emerged.

His features were very defined, he was very handsome, looking about twenty, dressed in a white robe, which made his form very upright.

“Weiyang Senior Brother, you’ve gone drinking again!”

“You smell of alcohol, and have this common rouge scent… gag, where did you just come out from?”

“Going to see the Supreme Master like this, are you looking for a beating?”

The white-clothed man was swearing, sounding quite like he was reprimanding with a sense of sternness, as if he was the head of the house, and the one calling out from the wooden hut was insignificant.

Weiyang… Senior Brother…

Xu Xiaoshou was briefly stunned.

But he reacted quickly, realizing something immediately, and pointed at himself.

“Me?”

The air bulged from his stomach.

The moment he spoke, Xu Xiaoshou’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he belched out a stinky alcohol hiccup that nearly knocked him out.

A tug on one hair affects the whole body, after a spasm in his stomach, his legs gave way, and he leaned against the person in front to vomit.

“Gag—”

The white-clothed man was drenched by the vomit, his white robe stained with dung yellow, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He finally sighed, pulled out a water bag from his waist, “Rinse your mouth first, Weiyang Senior Brother, you’re disgusting…”

Disgusting…

No, the point is…

I’ve become Hua Weiyang?!

After vomiting, Xu Xiaoshou felt much better.

His mind was clear, he was rationally vomiting, he found he seemed to have assumed Hua Weiyang’s identity, intruding on his childhood memories?

Wow~

The Divine’s strike, what exactly did it break, how did it cause this mess?

Calm, calm, can’t get too excited, even if this is the historical source, it’s no big deal…

After wiping his mouth, he looked up.

Xu Xiaoshou’s vision cleared at times, overlapping at others, as if switching back and forth between himself and Hua Weiyang.

He used Perception to carefully scrutinize the person before him…

Didn’t know him!

Of course, people from Hua Weiyang’s era, the Sword God era too, how could he possibly know?

“Who are you?”

Xu Xiaoshou asked directly.

The white-clothed man was also an expert, supporting his Senior Brother towards the well, he replied reflexively:

“I’m your dad!”

Bam!

Xu Xiaoshou slapped him on the face.

The white-clothed man staggered a few steps, but only dared to cover the half of his face with a red mark, awkwardly returned to support his Senior Brother again, saying:

“Senior Brother is still awake huh, just testing, testing…”

“Who are you?” Xu Xiaoshou was half-drunk, half-awake.

“Me, Xiaoxue!” The man patted his chest, looking desperately angry, “Senior Brother are you really drunk or just pretending!”

“Xiaoxue… Feng Chengxue?”

Clap!

The white-clothed man’s steps halted, his body stiffened at those words.

Wait.

You have a story!

Xu Xiaoshou was not Hua Weiyang, nor had he ever been truly drunk, he could see the embarrassment that surfaced on the man’s face, but still pressed on with a question:

“Feng Chengxue, what’s your relation to Feng Wuhen?”

The white-clothed man Feng Chengxue was stunned for a long time, gazing intently at his Senior Brother as if identifying something.

Finally he sighed, and just as before when he didn’t retaliate after being slapped, he simply said:

“Senior Brother Weiyang, don’t tease me.”

“I’ve long left the Feng family, the Way of the Sword of the Supreme Master, that’s the Way of the Sword I truly yearn for, I have nothing to do with my father, with the Feng family anymore…”

So Feng Chengxue is Feng Wuhen’s son?

So after he became an apprentice under the Sword God, he deemed himself “Chengxue”, removing the “Feng”?

Xu Xiaoshou was deep in thought.

The two of them reached the well, and drew a bucket of water.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t bother washing his face, it was Feng Chengxue who found it dirty, and started scrubbing after taking off his clothes.

But the dung yellow truly couldn’t be washed off, he soon gave up, slumped powerlessly on a wooden bench, legs splayed out, “I’m done for…”

“Yes, not only did you vomit, but you also threw up all over yourself.”

Xu Xiaoshou’s jab provoked Feng Chengxue defensively, “It was you who vomited, Senior Brother, I haven’t been to such a place, the Supreme Master won’t believe your lies!”

This person was too lively.

Besides, such a genuine person would later be slain by his Senior Brother or Junior Brother with a single sword, leaving only a tombstone and a famed sword for posterity?

The weight and desolate feeling from history left Xu Xiaoshou sighing, but it was just a sigh… he turned to ask: