To the west of the Tianshan Mountains, the Sword Clan's Fengmai, which used to be very prosperous in the past, is now nothing but smoke and grass.
In the forbidden area of the Sword Clan with mountains and mountains, only a sword blade can be seen piercing out from the mountain wall. The two are one and the same, which is very mysterious.
The frosty sword energy condenses into strange sword saliva, like a mountain spring that is drawn down after melting snow, gurgling silently, flowing endlessly, neither urgent nor slow.
A year and a month, a day and a moment, the years pass by like water, and the past is buried. Looking back on the past, the old friends are no longer there.
Suddenly, the majestic sword rolled in, sweeping away the smoke and grass everywhere, returning the place to its original appearance, and then:
"The wind and smoke are getting warmer and softer, the newly sunny grass and trees are shining brightly; the world is turning to spring and it is still there, things are different and people are not intended, and I am surprised.
I haven’t been back for many years, and the forbidden areas have become a wasteland, alas. "
I saw that the person who came was desolate and carefree, with a Hu Xian on his back and a long sword hanging on his waist. He was full of sword intent, as well as a tone of sadness and loneliness.
In the past, during the battle between the Ghost Clan and the Sword Clan, three major wars killed seven hundred people of the Sword Clan in one night. Even though the Ghost Clan was later defeated and the Ghost Prison was sealed, Tianshan Fengmai was still almost wiped out, and the remaining clan members fled to various places and changed their names. surname.
My hometown was also sad. Since then, few people have come back.
"I'm back, but you can never come back."
Gu Su, who walked to the spring pool, returned the sword, took out a wine cup, took a cup of spring water, raised his head and drank it all.
"You're talking about a forbidden area. I broke into it so easily. I already wanted to taste the sword wine. Let's do it!"
He has long been able to come and go freely here, because no one has restrained him anymore. However, the past is like this sword and wine, which is always missed.
"Seeing clearly the opponent's strength is a must-have for a swordsman."
"There is no one in our Tianshan Frontline who is afraid of battle."
"Tianshan Fengmai has produced some interesting young people."
"You are...that forbidden name."
"Is Mr. Chu still alive?"
"Don't worry, when I defeat you, the sect leader will definitely go and twist the incense for you."
"But Xianya is not interested in your blood yet."
"After the selection, I will definitely find you."
"The Ten Thousand Swords Cave is full of scrap metal."
"Sooner or later I will surpass you!"
"We'll wait until your sword is heavy enough. Now, step aside."
He was still young at that time, and the former taboo in the clan, later known as the Sword Sect, had brought a friend here, and he happened to run into him who broke into this place. Those two were the only masters he had ever seen in his life.
To this day, Gusu Huanjian still remembers his bold words back then.
"What is the forward selection?"
"The front pick is..."
"It's okay not to mention the second-rate rituals. I'm telling you, the real sword is only in the heart, and there is no need to ask for it from outside."
"What does your brandy mouth mean?"
"Branding Cliff, the sword born in my heart."
"You refuse the Frontier Selection, even despise the Frontier Selection, and exile yourself from the Frontier just to find this sword?"
"More than that, those who are born as swordsmen must prove themselves in sword duels one after another.
Fengmai only practices swordsmanship, but does not know how to test the world with swords. He is like a useless person. "
"Now that I think about it, what he said back then was actually right."
When Fengmai was almost exterminated, Gusu Huanjian often thought, if the people in Fengmai chose to take a new path, would the outcome be different?
There are too many differences between practicing swordsmanship and fighting against enemies in daily life.
One after another, with his cultivation, he would no longer be as drunk as before, but he was still drunk.
The person who put away the wine cup sat on the rock and took off the harp from behind. The harp was five feet and six inches long. It was an odd-even twin. It was equipped with two strings and seven rays. The upper part was used to adjust the sun and the moon, and the lower part was used to assist the yin and yang. It was used to collect mammoth tusks. It is made of bones, and the two pythons with flowers are used as drums. The sound is desolate and has a reverberating sound.
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On the other side, the two people who left in pain from lochia finally arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain after a long journey.
"This trip should be where the Tianshan Mountain Frontline was in the past."
When he saw Tianshan Mountain from a distance earlier, Lin Chongyang guessed where the destination of this trip was.
"I've only been here once, but you actually know about it, which makes me a little surprised."
This place has been abandoned for more than a thousand years, and if the other party can recognize it at a glance, you can know its knowledge.
"I personally experienced the war with the Ghost Clan back then. Now there are survivors of the Sword Clan in the gate. It's not surprising that I know this place."
Whether it was the confrontation with the Ghost Clan or the sealing of the Eight-Qi Dragon Head in Qushan Blind Sword Forest, they all had a huge impact on the Sword Clan. If some survivors could not be found, the Tianshan Fengmai, which was relatively powerful at that time, would be almost gone now. It is no different than genocide.
Seeing his destination in front of him, Ling Jueding stopped and said seriously:
"Can you not see with your eyes, not feel with your heart, and concentrate your sword intention in the heavenly spirit, and receive my sword?"
Each caster has different habits, different casting methods, and the final product is also different.
Since Ling Jueding dares to talk about compatibility, he naturally has his own methods, which is why he will not just help others make swords.
After all, not everyone is willing to accept this kind of thing.
Because in this arena, 99% of people don’t want their roots to be known to others.
"please."
After finishing his words, Lin Chongyang closed his eyes and his sword intent began to gather.
"Don't you ask why?"
At the same time as he spoke, Ling Jueding's right hand turned into sword fingers, and his heart and strength were in unison, condensing the sword intention between his fingers.
"Ha, no need."
With peace of mind and complete trust, Ling Jue looked down at Quan Tianling's sword intent, and the sword energy moved instantly.
Zheng——!
With a trembling sound, the blue sword light penetrated Lin Chongyang's sword intention, but did not damage him at all.
After recovering the sword intent, Ling Jueding regained his strength and said, "That's it."
Then, Lin Chongyang gathered all his sword intent and opened his eyes.
"The power of your sword is beyond the power of a human being." Ling Jueding sighed.
Lin Chongyang asked: "How many people can wield a sword for the common people?"
"As long as you do one thing well in your life, you will be first-class."
The two continued to move forward, and on the way, they vaguely heard the desolate string music sounding from inside, and the music was accompanied by a unique sword intent.
"The Northland Huqin has two strings and seven strings. Although there is desolation in the music, it cannot conceal the heroism. It must be someone from the Sword Clan who returned to this place before you and me."
From the sound of the strings, Lin Chongyang quickly judged the instrument used by the person who played the music, and he even had a guess at his identity.
In this day and age, the only person who is related to the Sword Clan and is good at it is that one——
One of the three great swordsmen of the Sword Clan, Gusu returns the sword in the waning moon of the fifth lunar month.
Ling Jueding glanced at Qin behind Lin Chongyang and said nothing.
…………
"Huh? There are experts!"
Almost at the same time, Gusu Huanjian, who was in the Jiuchi Jianquan, sensed two powerful qi forces approaching quickly, and quickly used his kung fu to evaporate the smell of alcohol.
At this moment, just like that moment, just when I look back
"It's you."
The person coming towards him was an old friend from the past, although Gusu Huanjian didn't know his name.
After many years, the original young man has matured. Even though his appearance has changed, Ling Jueding still recognizes him:
"It seems that you listened to what you said at the beginning."
"Seeing clearly the opponent's strength is a must for a swordsman. However, after many years, I still can't see clearly what you are capable of."
