Xu Huaigu practiced the technique this time and breathed and breathed for nearly three hours. When he woke up again, the sky was already filled with stars.
A few leaves fell on his shoulders, and were gently blown away by the breeze. Listen to the chirping of nightingales in your ears, look at the sky full of stars and the boundless moonlight. As the night fell, the woods stretched infinitely into the distance, and a small wooden house stood alone not far away.
The years are quiet and peaceful, and this world is stable.
Xu Huaigu enjoyed this feeling very much. This was his greatest pleasure after sword practice and cultivation. Traveling around the world always brings him surprises one after another. It's like reenacting the stories and scenery in various books in reality. The freshness makes him intoxicated.
He had a good gust of wind blowing in the woods outside, and felt that it was already getting late, so he returned to the guest room to rest.
The guest room is very small and can only accommodate a bed and a small table. The bedding on the bed was brown, and it looked like it had been used for many years. It was patched in several places, and the fabric was rough to the touch.
There was only a small teapot and a small khaki cup on the small table, and an oil lamp was burning on one side. This was the only thing in this forest room.
Xu Huaigu didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
This is how the world is, and this is how ordinary people live in their homes. He lived a luxurious life in the palace, drinking famous tea and eating meat, but he felt uncomfortable everywhere. To him, it was more like a feeling of restraint.
Compared with the discomfort in the palace, he prefers this kind of mud house in the countryside. Although it is simple, it is comfortable and friendly to sleep.
He habitually placed the dagger and dagger beside his pillow before going to bed. There was only a dim old oil lamp burning in the small room, emitting a strange smell. The flames jumped, and from time to time they made the sound of "squeaking" fuel.
There were no windows in the hut, and as soon as he blew out the oil lamp, everything became dark. A strange silence filled the whole cabin. Xu Huaigu turned over, but he was not sleepy. He missed the Taoist priest and Li Zilai who had gone to other continents.
As he thought about it, he unconsciously thought of Zhang Xiaohe.
This friend who grew up with Xu Huaigu didn't seem to have left Qingling. All his relatives died because of that incident, leaving him alone. A few months have passed, and I don’t know how he is doing now?
Xu Huaigu's heart began to feel heavy when he thought of him. Why was it he, Xu Huaigu, who left Qingling instead of someone else? He had seen the world outside, but Zhang Xiaohe could only live a boring life day after day in Qingling, even hungry and full. How could Xu Huaigu not feel sad or guilty?
Xu Huaigu's feelings towards him have always been complicated. There is the joy of having fun together, there is also sympathy for his tragic experience, there is also the guilt of not being able to take him away from Qingling, and now there is also the longing of not being able to see each other. These emotions were mixed together and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sort them out.
This made him even more upset.
Anyway, since he practiced the Golden Shuttle Talisman Technique, his energy has improved a lot. Even if he doesn't sleep for one night, it won't have a big impact. It's just that the habit he has developed over the years still makes him go to bed on time every day.
Today was an exception. He sat quietly in the darkness without lighting the oil lamp. He just sat there, thinking about the people in his memories and his uncertain future.
There is parting from the person you love, and there is also longing for the future. That small village can only exist in his memory now, and those stable and comfortable lives can only be memories. In the future, he will still have to be careful and calculating in the future. Only when you calculate against others can you prevent others from calculating against you.
Where there are gains there must be losses, and where there are losses there must be gains.
Losing the beauty and comfort of innocence, you gain a broader picture of the world and let yourself explore.
For Xu Huaigu, who only turned ten a month ago, this idea is indeed too precocious, but it is not a bad thing. The world is a dangerous place, and if you don't have to be careful when traveling in the world, you will be swallowed up sooner or later.
He picked up the dagger and gently stroked the blade. He could clearly feel the sharp sword aura of "Cang Shui", which made his fingers numb.
This is Xu Huaigu’s new discovery after entering the First Realm. The sword energy on this "Cangshui" is so strong that it can almost condense into substance. The sword energy on "Xiao Yu" is slightly weaker, but it can still be felt. As for the dagger bought at an ordinary blacksmith shop in Binxi, there was nothing at all. Based on this phenomenon alone, he could already guess some of the situation.
The "Cangshui" and "Xiaoyu" are obviously not ordinary iron weapons, they should be regarded as fairy magic weapons. In fact, the real situation is similar to this, but there are still some differences.
In addition to the weapons made of iron, there are also magical artifacts cast by the Immortal family with various other rare materials and mysterious methods.
Immortal artifacts are divided into three major levels and nine small levels. The rank of the artifacts from low to high is listed as spiritual artifacts, magic weapons, and fairy artifacts. Each of these three major levels is divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. These are three small levels.
The grade classification of each Immortal artifact is extremely complicated and requires consideration and measurement from all aspects. Including killing power, casting materials, and even the caster are also important factors that affect an immortal weapon.
The best casting master in the world is the Ruan family of Zhongtu, whose casting skills are recognized as unparalleled in the world.
The Ruan family is of the same line. From ancient times to the present, every generation has adhered to the ancient sword-making skills. A strange sword spring on the mountain behind the Ruan family was used as the tempering material for sword making, and the secret method passed down by the Ruan family from generation to generation condensed the sword's intention into The sword has infinite killing power. The sword cast in this way is no longer as sharp as iron, but even if it collides with other magic weapon-level artifacts, it will be cut in two.
The secret of the Ruan family's ability to forge peerless swords actually lies in that sword spring. For some reason, the spring water only flows out once a year, ranging from about two kilograms to a few taels. But no matter how much spring water there is, every drop contains extremely refined sword intent, and is most suitable for tempering swords.
After the ancestors of the Ruan family discovered this strange spring, they settled here and established a sect. Taking sword-making as its foundation, it quickly became the number one sword-making holy place in the world. Only a handful of masters know this secret history, otherwise the Ruan family would have been overrun by low-level monks.
Only the most outstanding person in each generation of the Ruan family can learn the art of casting, and he can only cast one sword in his life. This is because each casting takes more than fifty years.
The Ruan family will select the most talented young people to learn the art of casting, and they will start casting at the age of twenty. By the time the sword is made, the young man will have become a gray-haired old man.
No one cares about the wishes of the caster, everyone will only envy the person who can get this casting opportunity. For them, this is the highest honor and their lifelong pursuit and goal.
The Ruan family's sword has always been a legend. The last time a Ruan family sword appeared was five hundred years ago during the great war between the demon clan and the human race.
Known as the world's best swordsman Yangliu, his natal flying sword is "Yangliu" cast by the Ruan family, and has the same name as Yang Jianxian. However, in that battle, even such a high-quality immortal weapon was broken by Mo Long with more violent methods, and Yang Liu was also seriously injured by the backlash.
Fortunately, Mo Long was successfully sealed in the end, otherwise the Ruan family would have become eternal sinners because of this sword. However, the Ruan family has also been criticized a lot. Since then, no sword from the Ruan family has been produced. I don't know if it was hidden by someone's master, or the Ruan family has never forged a sword since then.
Anyway, the Ruan family's casting technology is undoubtedly the first. Starting from the Ruan family and going down, is the holy land of swords that is truly visible and tangible in the world.
One is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords on Feiyu Island. The sword energy and sword intent of tens of thousands of swords are tempered and cast into new swords, making the forged sword handles full of murderous intent and unparalleled sharpness.
The most famous one is a couple using swords, one "Longquan" and the other "Fengyan". It was originally cast as a gift to congratulate a Taoist couple for both being promoted to the eleventh realm monks, but now with the dissolution of the two immortal couples, it has been lost for many years.
Another place is Fufeng Daolin in Longjiazhou. The folk customs of Longjiazhou are extremely fierce, and they like to use the heavy sword that goes forward, instead of the gentleman's sword recommended by Confucianism. The Fufeng Sword Forest is a sword-making place based on this custom.
In Longjiazhou, everyone can wear a sword. From emperors and generals to common people, everyone is proud to have a good and heavy sword. So much so that the Taoist priests at Sanlongshan, a local Taoist giant there, use the Talisman Knife as the foundation of their magic and Taoism. It can be seen how much the people of Longjiazhou love swords.
Xu Huaigu's "Cangshui" sword is the sword used by Deng Zhiyuan in his early years, and it is at the level of a top-grade magic weapon. As for "Xiao Yu", it is a magic weapon of medium rank.
The quality of these two swords is already extremely high. Even the poorer sword cultivators of the sixth and seventh realms do not have such good swords. It is more than enough for a small first-level sword cultivator like him.
Xu Huaigu began to feel the subtle sword energy in the "Cangshui" sword, and unknowingly he became intoxicated and gradually entered a better state. Wisps of sword energy seemed to leave from the upper reaches of "Cangshui" and enter Xu Huaigu's fingertips, which was extremely mysterious.
This was his first time communicating with "Cang Shui", so naturally he didn't dare not cherish this good opportunity. As time passed, the "Cangshui" began to tremble slowly and emit a crisp sound of sword sound. This was the beginning of the resonance between the sword and people.
Xu Huaigu did not dare to be distracted at all, as if he had entered another world.
At this critical moment, a "Dudu" knock on the door suddenly sounded, causing Xu Huaigu to tremble violently, and the mysterious realm disappeared.
He suddenly felt very angry.
Suppressing his anger and putting on his bamboo hat again, he asked: "Who is it?"
What responded to him was the door creaking open, and the graceful figure outside the door illuminated by the frosty moonlight.
