Wujiang Pavilion is a very classic black tower. Unlike the one in Hangxun's Secret Realm, Wujiang Pavilion is the usual one with a large bottom and a small upper level. As Xu Huaigu went up, the number of rooms on each floor became smaller and smaller. The rooms should be divided according to the level of the disciples. The higher you go, the better the conditions for cultivation and the higher the level of the disciples.
There are nineteen floors in total, and Yu Qin's room is on the third floor. From this, it seems that her cultivation level is still far behind. But so what? Xu Huaigu just hoped that Yu Qin could live happily and be a free and happy mountain man.
Xu Huaigu thought of Liu Waner. The innocent and cute little girl he met when he first came to Qingfeng Valley has now become much duller due to her practice.
In fact, why not Xu Huaigu himself? The world is like an unstoppable current, grinding the pebbles in the water into smoother and smoother shapes.
Liu Waner's cultivation is helpless. She has the highest talent in Qingfeng Valley, and she also bears Xie Qingyun's high expectations. She has no choice but to practice hard to support the appearance of Qingfeng Valley. But Yu Qin is different. As long as Xu Huaigu is happy, he will protect her in terms of her life in the future.
Going all the way up to the top floor of Wujian Pavilion, there was only one room left on the entire floor. There is no doubt that this is the place where Deng Zhiyuan practices his daily life.
It was quiet all around, and the simple stone gates and majestic towers all reminded the solemnity of this place. Xu Huaigu took a deep breath and felt a little nervous. After all, his idea might be too rebellious in the eyes of others.
But he has his own decision, as Xu Huaigu has always done.
He lifted up his collar, combed his long hair, then walked forward and knocked on the door.
There was a dull sound from the heavy stone door, and then a woman inside said: "Come in."
Xu Huaigu pushed the door open and went in, only to see that the house was not big and there were few items. The empty room was completely visible.
The most eye-catching thing is nothing more than a hard wooden chair in the center of the room, where a tall woman in a green shirt sits, with her back to Xu Huaigu.
Xu Huaigu walked in, closed the stone door, bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Senior."
He looked up and saw that Deng Zhiyuan was already standing in front of him, looking at him with a pair of sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with a serious look.
Xu Huaigu had never seen Deng Zhiyuan's expression before, and he felt even more nervous, and even his voice slowed down.
He tentatively said: "Senior, did I come at the wrong time and disturb you?"
Deng Zhiyuan shook his head, walked away, and said, "No, I just haven't seen you for a long time, so I just want to look at you more."
She turned around, relaxed her tone, and said lightly: "I am very happy that you have achieved what you have achieved now and have successfully come to Fuyao Sect. From now on, you and I will be master and disciple, so you don't have to be so reserved with me."
Xu Huaigu became anxious upon hearing this and said hurriedly: "Senior, actually I have something to say..."
Deng Zhiyuan interrupted him and asked, "Is it Su Wei's death?"
Xu Huaigu was stunned and didn't speak for a while.
Deng Zhiyuan said regretfully: "I have already heard about her. Not long after I left, there was a big noise from Liusu Kingdom. In the next two days, there was news from Feiyu Island that Su Wei had died. News. In that battle, a Ninth Realm monk died. That man’s name was Chen Jingshan, a member of the Tianhe Sect in Middle-earth.”
"I was very sad when I heard the news. Don't blame me. I didn't notice the battle at the time, otherwise I would have saved her.
It's a pity that such a born swordsman has died, and the world of swordsmanship has lost another person. But don't be too sad. There must be life and death in this world. Living under the sky depends on destiny. "
Xu Huaigu was speechless. The thing he wanted to say before was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.
Deng Zhiyuan's eyes turned to the cloth bag behind Xu Huaigu, and he raised his eyebrows, feeling a little confused.
In that battle, Deng Zhiyuan and Chen Jingshan both died, and their belongings naturally fell into Xu Huaigu's hands. Needless to say, Chen Jingshan was a ninth-level monk and had accumulated many good things. Zuo Qiuxun was born with a sword, so how could he miss out on the good things? So Xu Huaigu should not be lacking
The magic weapon of storage is.
Deng Zhiyuan asked curiously: "What is that?"
Xu Huaigu didn't say anything. He put the bag down indifferently, gently opened the knot, and uncovered the cloth wrapping the thing.
A black ceramic jar was exposed inside.
Deng Zhiyuan pursed his lips nervously. He couldn't bear to look there, so he turned away and said, "Come to a place with me first."
Xu Huaigu wrapped the ceramic jar again and carried it on his back, then stood up and followed her. The jar was never far away from him.
Deng Zhiyuan sighed deeply in his heart, this child is a person of temperament, what a charlatan.
She walked to a wall, pulled out a small sword from her hair, and penetrated a gap between the stone doors. Suddenly some sword intent emanated from the small sword, and the wall began to move, finally revealing a secret door with a spiral staircase inside, leading upwards.
Deng Zhiyuan walked in first and explained: "Wujian Pavilion shouldn't be such a strange number as the nineteenth floor. It originally had twenty floors. It's just that the top one was sealed as a forbidden area by us, so most people only know the nineteenth floor. .”
Xu Huaigu walked up the stairs and looked up. It was pitch black above. It wasn't until Deng Zhiyuan walked to the corner and lit a candle that Xu Huaigu had a clear view of the forbidden area.
Densely packed swords are neatly arranged on the shelves on both sides of the wall. There are at least a thousand swords, and the grades are at least magic weapons.
It is better to say it is a forbidden area than a sword tomb.
"There are now a total of 1,200 Fuyao Sect disciples and 100 elders. The swords used are all from here. Of course, ordinary disciples are not qualified to come in and pick swords. There are special elders who distribute them randomly."
Xu Huaigu stood there in a daze, looking at the sword. No one felt the chaotic sword intention more deeply than him. But Deng Zhiyuan continued to walk forward and said, "Follow me."
"The swords outside are all magic weapons, and the swords of Immortal Weapon rank are inside. I brought you to test your swordsmanship aptitude, but if there is an ancient sword that favors you, you can take it with you."
Xu Huaigu followed her into a smaller secret room, where there were only a dozen swords, neatly arranged on a high platform.
Xu Huaigu's eyes were bright, and more than a dozen immortal soldiers appeared in front of him at the same time. This battle was rare in the world.
Seeing his obsessed expression, Deng Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile and said: "Ten of these sixteen swords were left by the ascended ancestor of our Fuyao Sect and were used to test the swordsmanship aptitude, and the remaining few were collected by our descendants. Come."
"After all, your vision was too shallow in the past. You only knew that immortal weapons were rare, but you didn't know that there were so many sects in the world. Who didn't have an ascended ancestor? The immortal soldiers in those sects in Middle Earth were even more rare than those in the Fuyao Sect. There are many more. And there is another level above the Immortal Weapon, which is the treasure of the heavenly spirit. It is rare and rare. Fuyao Sect only has one."
Deng Zhiyuan proudly pointed to the innermost part of the row of swords, where a blue ice sword lay quietly.
This was the first time Xu Huaigu heard about the Heavenly Spirit Treasure. He took a deep breath and looked at the sword blankly.
The depth of his memory seemed to be stabbed by this sharp sword, and he felt that this ice blue sword looked very familiar, very much like his own sword in the dream he had in Wangchuan.
Xu Huaigu quickly shook his head in self-mockery, throwing away the absurd dream, and then heard Deng Zhiyuan say: "The treasure of Tianling is the real sect-preserving treasure, and can only be found in first-class large sects. Like in In East Fuyao Continent, only our Fuyao Sect and Zixia Sect have it. The Xingyue Sect’s historical background is too shallow, so it doesn’t exist.”
"However, the Heavenly Spirit Treasure is extremely difficult to refine. You must have extremely high talent and be recognized by it. The sword of our sect, the Heavenly Spirit Treasure, was forged by the Ruan Family Sword Spring in the Middle Earth. It has been an object for thousands of years, and it has been around to this day. Except for the Patriarch, no one can hold it."
She looked at Xu Huaigu, her eyes full of hope, and thought to herself: "Maybe you can afford it."
But she didn't say the words.
But Xu Huaigu's eyes were blurred and he was in a trance. He was thinking about another thing.
If there is a Heavenly Spirit Treasure on top of the Immortal Weapon, and my Longquan Sword has not fully recovered its strength, maybe it is also a Heavenly Spirit.
Where is the spiritual treasure?
So Xu Huaigu asked eagerly: "How does the sword from Wanjian Tomb compare to the sword from the Ruan family?"
Deng Zhiyuan said: "Nearly all the fairy swords in the world that are ranked as Heavenly Spirit Treasures are made by the Ruan family. Although the swords from Wanjiazhong are famous, it is estimated that only Longquan and Fengyan can reach the level of Heavenly Spirit Treasures. In fact, There are many swords in the world that are of a higher rank than Longquan and Fengyan, but they are all anonymous and hidden in a certain sect's forbidden area like this sword."
When Xu Huaigu heard that the Longquan Sword was probably also a treasure of the heavenly spirit, his heart suddenly boiled with excitement, but he was immediately suppressed.
It's just that he has removed all the mixed sword intent from Longquan Sword. Why is it still at the level of an inferior immortal weapon? Is there any other way to restore it to the treasure of the heavenly spirit?
This should indeed be the case, otherwise the leader of the Hongxiang Sect should not have sold it easily. Xu Huaigu secretly recorded this matter in his heart for the time being.
Seeing that he was lost in thought, Deng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and examined him, then said, "What are you thinking about?"
Xu Huaigu suddenly woke up and hurriedly replied: "It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised."
Deng Zhiyuan could not see his true and false, and knew that he still had many secrets hidden in him, so he did not make things difficult for him. Instead, he pointed to the swords on the elevated shelf and said, "These ten swords were left by the ancestors. They are used for Test your kendo qualifications. The more swords you can pick up, the higher your kendo qualifications will be. If your qualifications are good enough, there will be swords that want to claim their master, and you can take them away."
When Xu Huaigu heard that he could take away the immortal soldiers, he felt a little itchy, but then he thought about it. This was because Deng Zhiyuan thought that he was considered his disciple, so he allowed him to take away the immortal soldiers. If he refused to be her disciple, how could he give him the immortal weapons for nothing?
However, going against one's will and becoming Deng Zhiyuan's disciple for the sake of an immortal weapon is not something Xu Huaigu can do. But he also wanted to know how many swords he could pick up, so he thought about telling her the truth after testing his qualifications.
Deng Zhiyuan looked at him expectantly and said, "Let's try it."
Xu Huaigu nodded, walked to the first sword with longing in his eyes, and stretched out his hand.
