"We stayed in Qilian last night and visited Jiuquan this morning. Yellow sand borders the sea to the west, and white grass reaches the sky to the north."
Suzhou in the Ming Dynasty was an ancient Jiuquan. In the Han Dynasty, it was named after "there is a spring under the city and the water is like wine." It was one of the four counties in Hexi. It guarded the Silk Road and was the key point from the Central Plains to the Western Regions.
When Hu Long, a drunkard, arrived at Jiuquan, there was no reason to rush by just to see the flowers.
He plunged into the local restaurants, wine shops, wine shops, and wine merchants, and tasted various fine wines such as ale wine, sake, wine, li wine, Jiu Ling wine, jade wine, chrysanthemum wine, bamboo leaf wine, white mash, etc. After searching all over, I selected the best quality ones and collected many of them in the space inside the jasper gourd.
This lasted for seven days, and Hu Long finally left after being addicted to alcohol. However, he did not go east to the Central Plains. Instead, he returned to the official road in the west and sat down on the bluestone under a big tree by the roadside. From the space of the jade gourd, he took out the "Hunxu Sword" and a piece of wood about the thickness of an arm and four feet long, and used the sword instead of the carving knife to cut and carve the wood.
When he went to the Demon Cult, he happened to see an unknown ancient tree in the desert with only its trunk left. He found that after countless years of erosion by desert wind and sand, not only had it not weathered or decayed, but it had transformed into a strange material similar to gold and jade.
Hu Long had some ideas at that time, so he cut down the ancient tree, and used the sharpness of the "Hunxu Sword" to cut through the outer layer and cut out the core of the wood.
The outer layer of the ancient wood is gray-white, and the crystallized wood core is light yellow. The texture is so hard that even if Hu Long uses a magical weapon such as the "Hunxu Sword", he still needs to be infused with true energy to be able to cut it.
The black dagger, which was only one foot and two inches long, was swung dexterously in Hu Long's hand. Every time it fell, it flew away a piece of wood chips of different shapes. As more and more wood chips fell, the wood in his hand gradually took shape, but It is a long sword with a simple shape.
This sword shows the shape of an eight-sided Han sword:
The sword body is about three feet long, the two feet at the base are about three fingers wide, and the one foot at the end narrows to two fingers in a very graceful arc. The tip of the sword is long and narrow, and there are three straight ridges on both sides, which evenly divide the sword body. Divided into eight facets;
The cross section of the sword grid is rhombus, and the side is rectangular, carved into an abstract head of Yaizhen;
The cylindrical sword handle is about eight inches long and has nine bamboo sections evenly carved to make it feel better when held;
The sword head at the end is shaped like a tiny Bagua plate, with Bagua images and Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagrams carved on the surface.
When the wooden sword, which was full of uncanny beauty and beauty, was completely formed, Hu Long put away the "Hunxu Sword" and raised the long sword that looked like it was polished with light yellow crystals and pointed it forward, with a look of sincere satisfaction and satisfaction on his face. With a look of joy, he whispered to himself: "The "Nanhua Sutra" says, 'There are ghosts in the south of Chu, and five hundred years is spring, and five hundred years is autumn.' Since this sword is made of wood, it is made of sacred wood. Let’s call it the ‘Netherworld Sword’!”
At this moment, several bursts of horse hoofbeats sounded in the far west, and then quickly became louder and louder from far to near, and then a lightning-fast cavalry appeared at the end of the road.
This cavalry team consisting of more than ten fast horses arrived in front of Hu Long in just a moment.
"I have been waiting for these days, has someone finally come?"
Hu Yuan chuckled in his heart, stood up from the bluestone, put the freshly baked "Netherworld Sword" behind his back, and raised his eyes to look at the person coming.
There are ten knights on horseback, all dressed as Taoist Taoist priests. Five of them wear light yellow water and fire Taoist robes, and five of them wear white Bagua robes. Although they all wear long swords, their shapes are very different, and they clearly belong to two groups.
The two Taoist priests at the head of the two groups are already quite old. The one in yellow wears a red gold fish tail crown. They have childish face and white hair. They look like they are spiritually cultivated and have good health skills. The one in white wears a sapphire lotus crown. His face was very withered, but he had the air of a decrepit old man.
The thirteen people dismounted together, and the two old Taoist priests in the lead stepped forward together, each bowing his head and saying:
"I'm a poor Taoist, I'm so polite here."
"I'm a poor Taoist, Snow Eagle, I'm polite here."
If other martial arts people were present, they would definitely be shocked by these two simple names without any modification, which would make their ears ring and their hearts beat.
Yizhenzi is the leader of the contemporary Kunlun Sect. He possesses the Xuanmen's "Yu Qing Gang Qi" and is unique in the martial arts world. He is unique in the martial arts world with his Kunlun Swordsmanship "Flying Dragon Dajiu Style". Twenty years ago, he was one of the best masters in Bai Dao.
Although Xue Yingzi, who lives in seclusion in the Tianshan Mountains, has not established a sect, he has been known as the "No. 1 Swordsman in the World" for more than ten years with his "Seven Birds Sword Technique". It was not until the birth of the "Deadly Scholar" Li Ziran that he became the "No. 1 Swordsman in the World". He lost this title in one move.
Seeing that the two of them were fighting with each other before showing courtesy, Hu Long also slapped his head and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, poor Taoist Hu Long, here I return the courtesy!"
The two parties had finished their greetings. First of all, the leader of Kunlun, Yizhenzi, got straight to the point and said solemnly: "Today, Taoist Pindao and fellow Taoist Xueying came here just to verify something with fellow Taoist Hu Yuan. A few days ago, someone came to a place more than a hundred miles away from here. Dozens of martial arts comrades whose minds were destroyed and turned into dementia were found at Chushan Pass.
"Among these victims, one was fellow Taoist monk Xue Ying, You Longsheng, and two were poor Taoist disciples. After hearing the news, Pindao and Taoist monk Xue Ying searched around, and finally learned that these people were gathering there. It’s to meet fellow Taoist Hu Yun—I wonder if you have an explanation for this?”
Hu Long said calmly: "On a whim not long ago, Pindao went to the Demon Cult General Forum in the Western Regions to meet with several masters from the Demon Cult, and he also borrowed the Demon Cult's cult-suppressing magic weapon, the Full Moon Scimitar, and returned it.
"I don't know why this matter became known to everyone. The two students and some colleagues in the world found Pindao. Firstly, they wanted to destroy the magic knife that carried the evil skills of the devil's sect. Secondly, they wanted to get rid of Pindao, who had been possessed by the devil. A demon imbued with evil skills.
"I have no way to defend myself, and I don't want to cause more killings, so I have to use some means to restrain them. As for the current result, maybe it's because I haven't mastered my skills and can't control the intensity of my attacks!"
"The power makes you stupid and stupid!"
Yizhenzi, an old Jianghu, only heard about this rough process and figured out the joints in an instant. Although he was angry that Hu Huan was too harsh and didn't care about the Kunlun sect's face at all, he also hated the two incompetent disciples for not knowing the importance of going into this mess. Water, hesitated for a moment.
However, Xue Yingzi took a step forward, cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Hu Huan, and then said: "The poor Taoist is not strict in discipline, so that the bad guys have offended fellow Taoists. I would like to apologize in advance. But the old man Zangjian entrusted his only son to the poor." Under the Taoist sect, if you can't get an explanation, you will have no face to see your old friends under Jiuquan in the future. Even though you know that it is unreasonable to make trouble, you can only use this long sword to ask your Taoist friends for advice!"
After saying that, he pulled out the sheath of an ancient sword slung on his back with his backhand, and flew back three feet to open the door.
Hu Long flipped the "Netherworld Sword" across his chest, pinched the sword with the index and middle fingers of his left hand and gently brushed the sword body that was covered with beautiful and mysterious wood grains but was as cold as crystal jade. He smiled and said: "The only thing in the world is the strength of the weak. , where is the right and wrong? Taoist friend is happy to act like this. In this case, there is no need for Taoist friend Yi Zhenzi to be embarrassed, let's go down together and teach you!"
