"It seems that you don't know him very well." The old Mr. Jian Zun said with a smile.
Zhu Minglang still didn't come back to his senses, recalled some details, but couldn't understand the reason repeatedly.
"You should go home early after you finish watching Abandoned Sword Forest, your family has undergone a lot of changes over the years." Said the old Mr. Jian Zun.
"Okay, Master. Don't tell others about my coming to Jianzong. I'm afraid that some brothers and sisters will come to me for a sword competition." Zhu Minglang said.
"Understood, I understand, you may be more brilliant than ever in Yulong now, Master, I have always believed in you." The old man Jianzun said with a smile.
Seeing this aged old man, Zhu Minglang felt a lot in his heart, he had a lot to say, but it seemed that everything was kept silent.
"Then grandpa, rest more, and take care of your body in the future." Zhu Minglang said.
The old man Jianzun waved his hand, signaling Zhu Minglang to go.
Zhu Minglang went out, and as soon as he turned around and left the front of the villa hall, he heard the old lady Jianzun whispering to a female disciple who was waiting beside him: "Then who..."
"Master, what are your orders?"
"Girl, go to the sacrificial hall and remove the spirit tablet with the words 'Zhu Minglang' written on it, so you don't have to worship every month, and save some money for sesame oil." Said the old man Jianzun.
Outside the door, Zhu Minglang stepped on the empty steps and almost rolled and crawled out.
After stabilizing his figure, Zhu Minglang burst into tears.
Master, is this how you trust me
…
Going to the side peak and staying in the villa, Nan Lingsha and Fang Niannian were waiting for him to eat together, and the disciple with long eyebrows was also standing beside him, maintaining a meticulous standing posture.
Zhu Minglang sat down and took a look at the bland dishes.
Jianzong's dishes have always been light, mostly vegetarian dishes. Zhu Minglang, who was originally going to leave here at the age of sixteen, is precisely because of this incident a year earlier.
Bad food, nothing worth nostalgic!
These green bamboo shoots are said to be bred and cultivated with the aura of heaven and earth, even if they don't eat meat, they are more nutritious than meat.
Yaoshan Jianzong, the most important thing in sword practice is the heart of the sword, the spirit of the sword, and the intent of the sword. Eat less meat and eat more of these immortal ingredients, so that one can stabilize one's practice and be famous all over the world by relying on the sword.
So Zhu Minglang gave up sword cultivation and chose braised pork, stewed pork with wild mushrooms, fried pork with pure meat...
Thinking that he might be eating these for the past few days, Zhu Minglang decided to let the big black teeth out, and let him get some real delicacies from the mountains in the name of clearing up those mountain spirits and wild boars. Drinking the plum wine here, while roasting a fragrant pig on the campfire, this is the life of Xiaoyao Sword Cultivator!
"Nian Nian, you will take Big Black Fang to the other side of the mountain in a while." Zhu Minglang pointed out the window and whispered to Nian Nian.
"Okay!" When it comes to eating, Fang Niannian will never refuse, and Zhu Minglang has no other cooking skills, and barbecue is really a must.
"Miss Lingsha, just go for a stroll and relax. You're tired after a long journey," Zhu Minglang said.
"En." Nan Lingsha responded, not knowing whether her temperament had changed again, or she was talking when she didn't really like eating.
The realm fluctuates up and down at the monarch level.
Still a dragon priest.
Zhu Minglang glanced at Nan Lingsha and felt that this woman had become more like a fog.
Forget it, there will be plenty of time in the future to understand slowly.
Zhu Minglang didn't bother with this issue anymore, he ate a few mouthfuls casually, saving some stomach for the big meal in the evening.
"Senior brother." Zi Miaozhu came from outside the door, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes.
"Thank you, Junior Sister." Zhu Minglang said.
"Uncle Gu Tang has already agreed, you don't have to worry about Zulong Chengbang being in charge," Zi Miaozhu said.
"Well, well, that's good." Zhu Minglang let out a long breath of relief.
With the strong Jianzong sitting in charge first, the matter of going to the imperial capital to swear the territory does not have to be so hasty.
"Senior brother, since you left, the abandoned sword forest has been lying there. Only when the swords in the hands of some disciples are damaged and rusty, will they throw the swords into the forest." Zi Miaozhu said.
"What strange thing happened that even Master Jianzun couldn't handle well?" Zhu Minglang asked puzzled.
"It is said that there are ghosts, and there are spiritual ghosts. When the disciples go to discard the swords, they will appear, and when the masters go to destroy them, they will hide. Only you and Master Xuehen are the closest to the sword abandonment forest." I understand the situation inside, but Master Xuehen never pays attention to such things." Zi Miaozhu said.
"I heard from some brothers with higher cultivation levels that it may be those abandoned swords, because no one cares about them, there is some resentment, and this resentment is like a ghost, and began to take revenge on us sword cultivator disciples." The long-browed disciple said.
"When does it usually appear?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Before and after sunset, day and night alternate time."
"Okay, I'll go and have a look."
"Brother, I will accompany you." Zi Miaozhu said.
"No, take Nan Lingsha around." Zhu Minglang said.
"Okay." This time, Zi Miaozhu agreed very simply, and there seemed to be some other little idea in those eyes, which were bright and bright.
…
The sword is the biggest consumable of Jianzong.
Whether it is the peach wood sword that I practiced at the beginning, or the iron sword after I became a disciple, or the good sword made of various precious metals.
Zhumen can be said to be the largest supplier of Jianzong, because Zhumen is divided into two factions, one is forging armor, and the other is forging swords. In fact, Zhumen also makes other forging tools.
It's just that before Zhu Minglang turned fifteen, he spent more time in the Yaoshan Sword Sect, and didn't have a strong interest in casting art.
The sword wears a lot, and every sword repairer needs to practice the sword style for a long time. Whether it is empty dance, practice with wooden stakes, or even practice with stone statues, it is easy to damage the sword body.
Walking along the long road without lights, there are tall sparrow pines and yellow bamboos on both sides, all of which are tall and straight.
He purposely waited until dusk to come here, Zhu Minglang looked at these increasingly green pine and bamboo shadows, and kept turning some pictures in his mind like pages of a book.
Moving forward, you can already see some rotten wooden swords scattered randomly on the ground, with some moss growing on them.
Going deeper, the path is eroded by mud and weeds. If you look around, you can see iron swords and copper swords inserted upside down in the soil, standing upright like those pine and bamboo!
There are more and more abandoned swords, and there are hundreds of them as far as the eye can see.
When I was very young, the old man Jianzun told himself that every abandoned sword here is a tombstone of the sword. When they were "alive", they had their own stories.
Some swords were damaged since they were cast, and no one used them, so they were discarded here.
Some swords are more famous than their users, and everyone wants to get them, but in the end they fell in a famous battle and were sealed here forever.
Some swords are like mediocre people, plain and indifferent, and when their lifespan is up, they go into the soil.
Going deeper, there are more swords, even denser than those pine and bamboo. They are of different lengths and styles, and most of them are inserted upside down on the soil like tombstones. I don't know how many!
In the setting sun at dusk, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadow of pine wood and yellow bamboo intertwined with the shadow of the discarded sword like the grass. The pine and bamboo are green and the sword body is dark, but the shadow and shadow are completely integrated, like a huge sword that enters the sky and a slender and grippable sword. Swords make up this extremely quiet sword forest at dusk.
As the light of the setting sun shone into the sword body, the rust marks on the thousands of abandoned swords became more gorgeous than ever before.
Copper rust, iron rust, green rust, red rust...
Even the sun and the years have rust,
That is dusk.
…
"Aunt Xuehen, my hands are already numb."
The night is coming, an immature boy said with sweat all over his face.
"continue."
…
"My palm is already bleeding."
The scorching sun was shining brightly, and the abandoned sword was already hot and red from being roasted.
"continue."
…
"Aunt Xuehen, how long will I have to practice before I can be as strong as you?"
It was snowing heavily, and the young boy stood in the snow and asked.
"What do you need to sharpen a sword?"
"Hard and smooth gravel." The young boy replied.
"Starting today, you will pull out every sword in the forest, slash at the sky, use the wind as gravel, and when you rub off the rust on every abandoned sword, you can leave here gone."
Take the wind as gravel.
Every sword here has worn out its own cocoon and drank its own blood.
But it also makes them shine again!
…
Years later, the abandoned swords in the sword forest are still standing in the soil, and the rust is once again covered with their sharp and clean bodies. Zhu Minglang is carrying the dusk, and the sword group is also carrying the dusk. Zhu Minglang was stuck in his throat, and his breathing began to be a little difficult.
Do you regret it
Zhu Minglang never did.
Just a little sad, a little helpless.
No matter how brilliant the peerless sword is, there will be a day of rust.
As time goes by, if you have your own heart, you will not regret it.
"Buzz buzz buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Suddenly, there was a unanimous tremor of swords in the quiet forest. The rhythm was like thousands of palace pianos playing around Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang came back to his senses, looked at the magnificent sea of swords following the ups and downs of the mountains and forests, looked at them as if they had heard some ancient call to be pulled out from the soil, his face was filled with horror .
The shadow of the sword swayed, the pine forest was dim, and the twilight light was completely covered by the mountains. This forest was about to escape into the night, but the shadow of the sword seemed to come alive, and was scurrying towards the sky, the earth, and the forest.
However, the real abandoned sword is still inserted upside down in the soil, and the shadow of the sword is like a ghost walking from the tombstone. When flying the shuttle, it makes a sharp sword whistle in the air, making the sword string that was originally played on the piano suddenly become a sharp ghost. Howling!