Jiayou fun things

Chapter 443
Wash the sword pool.

The mist is vast and stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles. The water is extremely clear and cold. It is the source of the clearest and coldest water veins in Yuanlingtian.

Therefore, from the pool of washing swords, draining the waters of thousands of miles, and refining a urn of clear spring for quenching swords, one can refine a natal spirit sword that is suitable for the Supreme Supreme.

The battle 3 years ago has already become a legend.

Xijian Pond, once a place where there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, is already a rare scenic spot in Yuanling.

A mighty river, surrounded by gentle green hills, hills, many houses and elegant buildings, with criss-crossing paths and large expanses of flowers and trees dotted among them, just like a paradise of Taoyuan.

The cave world that Toutuo and the others want to go to is near the Sword Washing Pond.

That is the world opened up by Buddhist powers with the power of a single thought, and only Buddhist powers can successfully open it with the corresponding Buddhist secret mantras and supernatural powers.

It took thousands of years to guide Toutuo and the others to determine the roaming rules of the world portal.

But when they tried to open the portal for the first time, they were attacked by a group of masters. They were seriously injured and escaped, which also exposed their purpose of coming here.

Therefore, these days, around the Sword Washing Pond, in the cities and villages, there are monks with extraordinary bearing.

In the high-altitude clouds, there are also several mountain peaks suspended, dozens of pavilions, and more than a thousand warships of different sizes hovering around.

On Xijian Pond, there are boats of different sizes, materials, or magnificent, or simple and low-key boats mixed with private fishing boats.

It seems to be calm, but murderous intentions are actually lurking.

To the west of Xijian Pond, there is a city covering hundreds of miles called 'Sword City'.

'Sword City' was born on the basis of the Xijian Pool, and was named after the Xijian Pool. It is the site of the highest sect 'Jianmen' ranked first in Yuan Lingtian. Hundreds of thousands of swordsmiths gathered in the city. , millions of good swords and famous swords are produced every year, and it is the sacred place in the hearts of countless kendo monks in Yuan Lingtian.

A few days ago, the ambush near Xijianchi did not affect Jiancheng.

After all, the number of people participating in that battle was very small, and the cultivation base of both sides was extremely high. The battle was resolved in two or three strokes, and all battles were born in overlapping prohibitions and barriers, and the area affected by the battle did not exceed ten miles.

Therefore, Jiancheng is still lively, and these days, it is more lively and noisy than before.

It coincides with the "Sword Fate Festival" held once every Jiazi in Jiancheng. The conference will last for three months. The masters of swordsmiths in Jiancheng will cast the most proud, powerful, The sword with the most spirituality is invited to be tasted one by one by countless kendo monks.

A bond between man and sword, a bond between sword and man, and a bond between man and sword gate!

Ordinary monks would take this opportunity to come to Jiancheng and ask for a sharp weapon to protect themselves.

Those who have kendo qualifications and are confident in their kendo cultivation will spend a lot of money to buy a ticket, go to the private house of a certain swordsmith, and ask for fate with the sword made by the master, to see if they can win back a magic weapon, Treasure.

And those monks with excellent qualifications and innocent backgrounds not only want to get a magical weapon at this grand event, but also want to show their talents so that the elders and famous elders of Jianmen can see their qualifications and endowments. A disciple of a certain powerful master in Jianmen.

In the void, sword lights danced vertically and horizontally.

On the ground, each swordsman looked down proudly.

The streets and alleys are full of cold sword cultivators walking back and forth.

In the tavern and inn, countless kendo monks were gesticulating, making loud noises, and the sword energy was flying in the conversation, and the sword intent went straight to the sky.

In previous years' sword fringe event, whenever Yuan Lingtian swordsman monks came from all directions to Jiancheng, other types of monks, regardless of pills, arrays, talismans, Gu, and monks who practiced all kinds of dharma veins, would retreat one hundred thousand miles away. , for fear of colliding with this group of sword lunatics who disagree with each other and draw their swords.

But this year...

Because of the great battle a few days ago, there were many more masters with dark auras in Jiancheng.Accompanied by sword masters, they swaggered through the market, and from time to time had various conflicts with some sword monks.

In the southeast corner of Jiancheng, on a small peninsula, in a pavilion near the water, a group of monks with robes and high crowns, with extraordinary bearing, sat leaning on the railing.

In the middle was an old man who was two feet tall, with fiery hair, two arms that were as thick as an ordinary person's waist, and a smell of heat and burnt metal. With a solemn expression, he took out a handle from an iron box Nine feet long sword.

The sword is nine feet long and one palm wide, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing and its color is like autumn water.

The long sword had just been held out, and there was no abnormality at all, but the old man flicked the sword with his right index finger, and suddenly there was a high-pitched sword cry, and thousands of dense sword intentions swept all around. Thousands of extremely thin and deep water marks were suddenly cracked in the sword washing pool outside.

Around the waterside pavilion, countless flowers, plants and trees shattered together and exploded into a cloud of colorful mist.

In the water pavilion, a group of monks applauded and praised: "Good sword, good sword!"

The old man with strong arms put his hands on his hips, and solemnly bowed to a pair of young men and women sitting in the direction of the main seat, and bowed: "This is a sword embryo that I got by chance after spending 33 years. Numerous rare materials, carefully crafted 'Hundred Flowers Kill', which means 'the golden wind is bleak, and the hundred flowers have no face'...with one strike, murderous intent pervades the world, annihilating the vitality of the hundred flowers."

"Please invite Shaozong and Mr. Yin to appreciate it."

The old man smiled naively, stammering a bit between words.

Obviously, this is a pure technical nerd, not used to some on-the-spot deeds.

However, among today's guests, there is one whose identity is really scary. Even if he is careless on weekdays, even if he is a master craftsman who ranks in the top ten among countless swordsmiths in Jiancheng, he still has to serve him carefully. .

The youngest daughter of the current headmaster of Jianmen surpassed all her elder brothers and sisters at a young age, and was established as the next headmaster of Jianmen, and got the honor of all the grand masters, elders, and major clans in Jianmen. , the unanimous support of the heads of the factions.

Sitting on the main seat, she was tall and slender, wearing masculine attire, but she also applied rouge and gouache, not concealing her identity as a woman at all.Jianmen Shaozong Baiyuan (yuan, meaning big turtle!!!) yawned, squinted at Baihuasha, and nodded lightly: "This sword is a bit interesting, but...it doesn't seem to suit me. temperament!"

All the monks in the waterside pavilion laughed one after another. An old man with white hair, white beard, and star-like eyes exudes a strange charm that transcends the world and the mundane. At first glance, he looks like an old man who is a gentleman and said with a light smile: "Young Sect What is said is very true, Shao Zong is a man of heaven, destined to prove Taoism and immortality, the quality of killing hundreds of flowers, old man Huo Yuan has also worked hard, and it is also the highest quality among the acquired spiritual treasures... But How can you be worthy of Shaozong?"

A group of monks echoed one after another, saying that the 'Old Man of the Book of Heaven' made a lot of sense.

Sword Master Huoyuan laughed awkwardly, rubbing his two rough hands vigorously, staring straight at his proud work, not daring to make a sound.

The white turtle giggled, raised her legs, took a green brocade-patterned Yiguo from the fruit plate held by the maid beside her, peeled the fruit, and carefully fed it to the body sitting next to her. He was a tall and handsome young man with a handsome appearance, but there was a dandy atmosphere in his bones.

The young man also yawned lazily, opened his mouth, and ate the fruit that the white turtle had fed to his mouth, chewed it randomly twice, spit out the core, swallowed the flesh in one gulp, and put his right hand very unceremoniously. It landed on Bai Yuan's knee, and rubbed it lightly in front of many people.

In the water pavilion, a group of monks who were regarded as the best in Yuan Lingtian turned their heads one after another, as if they didn't see what this young man surnamed Yin was doing.

It is not their turn to discipline the young sect of Jianmen.

The matter between Shaozong and her friends...unless her father personally asks, who would dare to talk about it?
Mr. Yin picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Xiaobai, this sword is too big, too powerful and domineering, and it is far from your gentle and gentle temperament... But, don't you think , this sword is barely strong, is it worthy of me?"

Young Master Yin stood up, walked two steps back and forth in front of Bai Yuan with his head held high, then grabbed Baihuasha and hung it on his belt.

Mr. Yin is over Zhang tall, and his figure is quite majestic. The sword is nine feet long, and it fits him, which sets off a bit of heroic majesty.

Bai Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, he clapped his hands vigorously and laughed and said: "Not bad, not bad, really good...Brother Yin is paired with this sword, it really is very powerful. It's done, I will accept this sword... You, you, What is it called? Fire, fire, fire kite? How much do you want to sell this sword for?"

Sword Master Huoyuan's face turned red, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched wildly.

In Sword City, with his status and qualifications, each of his swords cannot be measured by money.

But... Jiancheng is the territory of Jianmen, and [-]% of the swordsmiths in Jiancheng are affiliated to Jianmen... Bai Yuan's words are a bit insulting, and he treats Huoyuan as a small merchant. But what can he do?

After coughing dryly, Sword Master Huo Yuan squeezed out a smile: "It's good for Shao Zong to be happy, what's the money or not? This is, the old man's kindness!"

Bai Yuan squinted at Sword Master Huo Yuan, nodded, and said indifferently: "Well, that's all, I accept this kind of heart, it shows that you didn't live such a long life in vain, you are a filial piety."

"Hehe" laughed, Baiyuan threw away Swordmaster Huoyuan, and pointed at Mr. Tianshu who had just spoken.

"For this small gathering, tasting swords is just an incidental matter. Mr. Tianshu, I specially sent people to come to you... You are the top three divination masters in Yuanlingtian. Are you familiar with anything?"

"Hey, show me, brother Yin and I, are we a natural couple? Is it a match made in heaven? Hehe... I don't know what's wrong. The first time I saw brother Yin, I felt I owed him in my previous life, hey, I like it so much!"

An extremely sharp murderous look flashed in Bai Yuan's eyes, and he stared straight at Mr. Tianshu with a dull face.

"Brother Yin and I, must, must, must, it's destined, it's a match made in heaven, right?"

Once accurately predicted the action of picking up Toutuo and other great powers of the black sky, let a group of sect masters accurately ambush Jieying Toutuo and his party in Xijianchi. Stiff, countless cold sweats ooze out from the back of my heart.

(End of this chapter)