The second elder, Yun Zhifeng, looked into the stone chamber, and then said: "That's right! Pavilion Master, you don't need to be discouraged. As long as the sword you forged now is completed, we can frustrate the spirit of the Jimo Flower Master. So that she can know that our Holy Sword Pavilion is the most authentic and famous sect and the most powerful sword-making place in the world!"
The Great Elder Zhu Lei said nine times: "Pavilion Master, has the sword been forged?"
Dongfeng Ye shook his head and frowned: "It hasn't been completely cast yet, it's being tempered in the furnace now!"
After Dongfeng Ye finished speaking, he put one hand behind his back and turned around and walked in.
The four elders stood up one after another and followed Dongfeng Ye in.
They saw the flames blazing under the huge beast-headed furnace, and the sword inside flickered with light, but they didn't know what kind of sword it was, but the sword energy had already taken shape.
However, Dongfeng Ye was not satisfied yet. He looked at the furnace and said: "A superior spiritual sword needs to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Only when the sword spirit can be absorbed can it be considered a superior work. Now this sword has a good body, but Without a sword spirit, it’s like having no soul!”
Fourth Elder Du Wenke said: "Pavilion Master, I'm sorry I don't understand. It is said that Mu Wanyan's Ye Tang Shengxue has never entered the Sword Spirit, but why can't even a sword like Red Dan Long Yin, which has entered the Sword Spirit, not be able to defeat it? ?」
Dongfeng Ye frowned and said, "This is also quite strange to me. I can't understand why Mu Wanyan's sword without the sword spirit can defeat the sword made by me?"
Great Elder Zhu Leijiu said: "Although our swords have been used to enter sword spirits, they are all made of long-dead souls. They are not sword spirits made by sacrificing swords while alive, so their strength will always be greatly reduced."
Dongfeng Ye said: "Of course I understand this, but the ancestors of the Holy Sword Pavilion have taught that living creatures are not allowed to be sacrificed to swords. After all, the sword spirits produced in this way will be filled with great resentment, and the swords forged will also be filled with resentment. With terrible resentment, it will become the most evil sword in the world!"
The second elder Yun Zhifeng said: "But Pavilion Master, if the living creature sacrifice sword is successful, the sword will have unimaginable power. As long as the person who uses the sword can control it, it will not become extremely evil." sword!"
"No, what I forged is a sword of righteousness." Dongfeng Ye shook his head, put his hands behind his back, his handsome brows slightly condensed, and looked deeply at the beast head furnace burning with flames, the twisted flames seemed to Just like the evil thoughts in his heart. Read the book
The great elder Zhu Leijiu saw the evil rising in Dongfeng Ye's dark eyes and hurriedly scolded Yun Zhifeng: "Second brother, you are so brave, how dare you encourage the pavilion master to sacrifice a living creature to the sword!"
Du Wenke said: "Brother, I also think what the second brother said is reasonable. Only by surprising can you win. We have been forging swords according to the ancestral instructions of the Holy Sword Pavilion for so many years, but it is really difficult to forge the sword that destroys the heaven and the earth. The world is so big, and the blood There are so many soul beasts, it’s not difficult to find a million-year-old blood soul beast to sacrifice alive!”
Dongfeng Ye sneered and shook his head: "No matter how powerful the blood soul beast is, it is not as powerful as the demon, and no matter how powerful the demon is, it is not as good as..."
When he said this, he suddenly stopped speaking, and everyone felt goosebumps all over their bodies.
In sword-making, there is a rumor that the most powerful human sacrifice in the world is actually the human sacrifice of the person who made the sword.
When they thought of this, the four elders became nervous and looked at Dongfeng Ye worriedly.
The Great Elder Zhu Leijiu said: "Pavilion Master, please don't think wildly. Since the Blood Soul Beast is not powerful enough when it comes to the Sword Spirit, we will go look for the most powerful demon clan in the world. Not far from us, there is that The wolf clan and the fox clan, we can capture the wolf king or the fox king and put them into the sword, and the sword made in this way will be extremely powerful! Invincible in the world!"
Dongfang Ye shook his head and said: "No! The sword I am forging now is called the Sword Emperor Daoxin. Using the spirit of a monster beast to enter the sword will only tarnish the sword! It will not be able to exert the powerful power of the Sword Emperor Daoxin!"
When they heard the Sword Emperor's Daoxin, everyone's hearts were shaken, and they couldn't help but look at the sword-making furnace with more expectation.
Dongfeng Ye waved his hand and said, "You can go out now and let me think about it again!"
The four elders left the stone chamber worriedly. The door of the stone chamber was closed again, and Dongfeng Ye, the master of the Holy Sword Pavilion, also began to meditate with his eyes closed. His body was slowly floating in the air, and the blue robes around him were fluttering in the wind. .
He frowned slightly, and a light blue whirlpool of spiritual consciousness appeared on his forehead. His thoughts were brought back to his childhood, when he completed sword-making for the first time at the age of seven under the supervision of his father.
Looking at the sword he forged, his heart was full of joy, and his father also praised him without hesitation and announced in public that he would be the future successor of the Holy Sword Pavilion.
Dongfeng Ye, who was a genius at a young age, was overjoyed and held up the black iron sword that he had forged for the first time and swore to the sky: "I, Dongfeng Ye, will definitely become the most powerful swordsmith in the world!"
His father stroked his forehead amiably, and then told him: "Son, you have the ability to become a top swordsmith. You are a genius! But do you know what geniuses fear most?"
Dongfeng Ye didn't know it, but his father smiled slightly, looked at the pale white clouds in the sky, and said in a gentle tone: "What you are most afraid of is that one day you will find that someone can easily surpass you, and you don't seem to be as invincible as you thought in your heart. !」
"Father...what should I do?"
"What do you mean?"
"How can I become a swordsmith who cannot be surpassed by others?"
"Hahaha! Hahaha! Do you want to be a swordsmith who can't be surpassed? Or do you want to be someone who can forge famous swords? Look, your heart has changed now. It's not about making swords, it's just about making famous swords. Care about whether you are the best in the world. This is the shackles of deceiving people. Once this shackle is caught, you will no longer be happy when making swords. You will always be worried that one day someone who can easily surpass you will appear! "
"Yes, father, the child is willing to listen to his father's teachings!"
"Hahaha! Son, is there anyone in the world who is always number one?" The father said, ruffling his hair, then pointing to the white clouds in the sky:
"You want to be like the white clouds in the sky, the clouds roll and relax, and have a broad mind. You can swim in the sky, you can stand on the pines and bamboos. You want to enjoy the freedom of the wind, feel the brilliance of the sun, and create something that makes you feel A sword that brings pleasure to your body and mind, rather than letting yourself fall into pain.”
"The joy of making a sword is not because the sword is the best in the world. If so, wouldn't a person only be able to make one sword in his life, and wouldn't the other swords be worthless? You have to give every sword Life, every sword made from your hands should have its own quality. Even if it is not the best sword in the world, it can still be called a peerless sword!"
After listening to his father's words, the young Dongfeng Ye seemed to understand. Even now, he is thirty years old and has not fully understood. Since a sword cannot be invincible, what is the meaning of its existence?
Dongfeng Ye felt that his thoughts were in chaos, and his long black hair flew freely. His consciousness suddenly shattered, he opened his eyes, looked at the heart-burning fire in front of him, and then slowly fell to the ground.
He walked to his father's room and opened the long-dusted door. His father had passed away long ago, and the door had been locked for many years. He would occasionally come over to take a look, but he was worried about seeing things and missing people, so he never did. Courage has walked in,
Now that the door is reopened, everything seems to be back to the day when his father left. The furnishings in the house have never changed, as if time has been sealed in that day.
His steps were slow, leaving a line of footprints on the floor. He stretched out his slender fingers to touch the flower pot on the table. The daffodils in the flower pot had long withered. His heart trembled slightly and he looked up. The long calligraphy scroll left by my father on the wall.
Dongfeng Ye's father is not only a master of sword-making, but also a top calligrapher. The words he writes are vigorous and powerful, like the edge of a sword. However, for such a man who wears a sharp edge, his personality is quite open-minded and indifferent, as if The eminent monk who has already seen through life, death and impermanence.
He accidentally discovered a sword box hidden behind the bookshelf, and his heart suddenly became happy. All the famous swords left by his father during his lifetime were sealed in the Hidden Sword Pavilion. Could it be that he still has any famous swords left in the world? Can't? Since this sword is hidden behind the bookshelf, it must be a peerless sword!
When he thought of this, his heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly opened the sword box. He looked at the sword box with joy, and gently pulled down the red brocade cloth covering it, only to see that under the brocade cloth was actually A clumsily made black iron sword.
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When he reached the hilt of the sword, Dongfeng Ye couldn't help but burst into tears. This was the sword he forged for the first time when he was seven years old. He didn't expect that his father would treasure it like a treasure.
This is a sword that is not qualified to enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but it has become the best sword in the world in the eyes of his father. It turns out that the meaning of the so-called famous sword is not that it is the best sword in the world, but its own value and significance. .
At this moment, Dongfeng Ye seemed to understand what his father had said to him. He gently opened the red brocade cloth. As the brocade cloth was completely pulled away, the words engraved on the sword body suddenly came into view. eye.
That was a line of words carved for him by his father himself. It was vigorous and powerful, and it was the only word he could leave to his son in this life.
Dongfeng Ye read out the words on the sword with tears in his eyes: "The sword of youth lies in courage. The sword of youth lies in tenacity. The sword of middle age lies in joy. The sword of old age lies in indifference. Father..."
Dongfeng Ye's dark eyes shone with tears, and a hot tear rolled down the sword. He took out the black iron sword from the sword case, and then waved it in the courtyard, as if his father had given the sword spiritual light. Generally, the more he dances, the more relaxed he feels.
When I turned back, the wind stopped and the leaves fell. It was as if his father was standing there, watching him with his eyes.
The four elders of the Holy Sword Pavilion sat around the table, all four of them looking at the candlelight on the table in a daze.
Suddenly Hang Wenyan said: "Brother, do you think the master of the pavilion will do something stupid?"
