This should have been a somewhat complicated sentence, but Qu Zhengfeng did not react at all. He just put away his sword and went to the armory, saying coldly: "I never thought that after more than 80 years, I would enter the armory twice, but Fellow Daoist Jianchou still couldn't take it away. You can be called a waste."
"… "
When she respectfully addressed him as "Your Majesty the Sword Emperor", he jokingly called her "Junior Sister"; now that she recalled the old times, she changed her address to "Senior Brother Qu", but he addressed her in a strange and polite manner as "Fellow Daoist Jianchou", and even mentioned the word "waste" in a cold and indifferent manner.
He is really not an easy person to understand.
When we first met him at Yashan, he gave me the impression of being gentle and kind, and handling things in a thorough and appropriate manner. But later, his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.
There is something fishy underneath the seemingly peaceful appearance.
Jianchou couldn't say she liked him, nor did she dislike him. Even though he blatantly ridiculed her as a "waste", she felt no wavering in her heart.
She smiled faintly and replied, "Of course it is difficult to compare with the Sword Emperor's long-lasting character."
The earlier titles of "Senior Brother Qu" and "Junior Sister" vaguely brought people back to the past when everyone was still in Yashan. However, when the equally unfamiliar voice of "Your Majesty the Sword Emperor" came out, everything returned to the way it was.
Qu Zhengfeng suddenly felt a little dazed.
However, the Yashan Arsenal was right in front of him and the opening time was limited, so he did not stay in a daze for long. In the end, he said "Let's go" and rushed into the armory.
The Yashan Arsenal was covered in ice and snow, just like in previous years.
Mountains and plains crisscross each other, most of the weapons are covered by old ice, and the dark black rocks also reveal vague outlines under the ice.
There are also many long swords stuck on the cliff, some new and some old.
Jianchou fell behind Qu Zhengfeng and followed him in. When he landed, he raised his eyes and saw this vast and almost boundless arsenal.
There is also the mountain standing on the horizon far to the east.
That was the tallest ice peak in the arsenal, and also the steepest one. Its shape was like a sharp blade, falling straight down from the vast and empty sky and piercing the flat ice field.
Qu Zhengfeng said nothing, barely even glanced at the other swords in the arsenal, and walked straight towards the highest peak.
There, there is the sharpest sword in Yashan.
Jianchou's memory of this was too profound. When she followed Qu Zhengfeng's footsteps and stood in front of the mountain, the memories of the past could not help but flow back into her mind from the depths of time.
They stood at the bottom of this dangerous peak and looked up.
The mountain is as high as the sky, and the sword is in the mountain.
Years of ice and snow solidified into a transparent and solid mountain, reflecting the dazzling light from the sky, but it could not conceal the lonely sword shadow standing tall inside the mountain!
A line of red blood leads to a line of immortality, a line of immortality opportunity leads to a line of heaven!
Its slightly curled and sharp blade was covered with ice and snow, like a frozen ripple; on the three-finger-wide sword, a frighteningly thin line of blood rose from the tip of the sword, climbed up along the spine of the sword, and disappeared lonely into the hilt at the other end.
It is rusty and also cold and lofty.
It was like a guard who had been gazing at this armory for thousands of years, or like a spirit and soul that was condensed and not dispersed!
This posture was exactly the same as the one Jianchou had seen twice before.
Time has brought about changes in the world, but this is the only thing that remains unchanged.
When she first came, she was just a newly-initiated disciple of Yashan, with only the foundation-building stage of cultivation. She fell in love with the sword at first sight, but her soul was incomplete at that time, and the swords in the arsenal could not sense her soul, so she could not take any sword away, let alone the sword that countless people had tried to take away for thousands of years;
When she came the second time, she was already the first Nascent Soul monster on the Nine Heavens Monument. Although she was facing the danger of death, she was still attracted to the sword and tried her best to take it by force. Who would have thought that no matter how hard she tried, it would not move.
Now, it's the third time.
She is no longer the ignorant Yashan disciple who has just started. She has overcome the most dangerous tribulation of self-examination for a cultivator and has found her own "path" that she wants to follow. She has even surpassed two realms and directly stood at the top of the cultivators in the 19 continents, becoming a great master who has returned to the void!
She has already survived the calamity of heaven.
I wonder how this ray of hope born from blood and soul compares to the way of heaven
"Draw the sword according to your heart." Although Jianchou did not speak, Qu Zhengfeng seemed to know what she was thinking. Although his eyes were fixed on the narrow gap in the center of the mountain, his words were directed to her, "Each of the Three Swords of Yashan is extraordinary. A famous sword should choose a wise master. If a person is not strong himself, how can he be defeated by a strong sword? The reason you could not get it before was because you were too weak compared to it, and you were far behind."
No mercy at all.
Jianchou laughed when he heard that, but he also knew in his heart that this was indeed the truth, so he did not refute him, but just said: "Then Your Majesty the Sword Emperor thinks that I am qualified to draw my sword at this moment?"
He turned his head and stared at her, as if he was measuring her strength and thinking about her question, but in the end he did not answer her. He only cast his gaze back to the sword that was hiding a line of blood red and said, "It will give you the answer."
How can you know if you don’t try!
Qu Zhengfeng suddenly smiled, but there was an indescribable solemnity in his eyes. All the experiences he had in the past at Yashan flashed through his mind quickly.
He was wearing a black robe woven with gold, which was extremely eye-catching in this snowy wilderness.
He soared into the air, and in a flash he was at a position as high as the crack in the mountain. Looking down, he saw countless swords in the arsenal lying silently in the ice and snow.
They are all Yashan swords!
They are all Yashan souls!
And Yixiantian stood alone on this high place, as if looking down at the other ten thousand swords. But Qu Zhengfeng knew that this was not a condescending look—
It is here only because Wan Jian wants it to be here!
The giant sword of Yashan and the nameless iron sword are the spirit and intention of Yashan, and the line of sky is the god and soul of Yashan!
In the past hundreds of years or nearly a thousand years, in the days before he rebelled against Yashan, as a disciple of Yashan, Qu Zhengfeng had some desire for this sword.
It's just not suitable after all.
Yixiantian is the most evil, sharpest and murderous of the three swords of Yashan. The hatred and past hidden in his heart are already heavy enough, and he cannot bear the burden of having this one more Yixiantian.
A famous sword should choose a wise master.
As someone who had already betrayed Yashan, he should not have taken away Yashan's strongest sword under any circumstances.
So, it’s still the right person with the right sword!
"boom!"
The strong wind suddenly blew back!
It was at this moment that he pulled out the Yashan sword. The stone sword body looked blunt and without an edge, but it grew and extended rapidly the moment he stabbed the sword downward in the air!
It's like a mountain suddenly rising up!
The tip of the sword instantly hit the ground below, and with a "bang", it broke through the hard ice layer and penetrated deep into the ground of the armory!
Spider-web-like cracks instantly covered the entire ice surface!
The sky and the earth shook with a rustling sound. The entire huge armory began to tremble violently, and countless swords that were lying horizontally, inserted diagonally, or standing upright inside and outside the ice also trembled!
It was a mysterious feeling.
All the weapons in the armory were either forged by the monks of Yashan or used by the monks of Yashan. They were taken from here when they were alive and returned here when they died.
When the heart is at Yashan, the sword returns to the armory!
The Yashan Giant Sword is one of the three swords of Yashan. It was born in the solitary and lofty mountain of Yashan, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and being contaminated by the spiritual meaning of Yashan's disciples. It is originally a part of Yashan.
All the swords in the arsenal, all the souls of Yashan!
Whoever sees this sword will not feel touched and moved
“Zheng—”
The sound of sword chanting between heaven and earth grew louder and louder, and unexpectedly all the swords in the arsenal lit up, with bright sword lights of various colors and various sword auras surging!
All the swords awakened in an instant!
Jianchou stood below and looked around, only to see that the entire huge arsenal was covered in majestic sword light and sword energy!
There is a sense of familiarity and closeness emanating from the towering giant sword of Yashan.
That is the aura emanating from Yashan, which is the heart of all Yashan disciples. It is the place that nurtured and cultivated them!
It is what their hearts desire and what they aspire to!
Even the narrow gap in the sky among the highest and most dangerous peaks is no exception!
It was forged from the essence, blood, and souls of countless Yashan monks who had died over thousands of years. It was born at the moment of death and grew up in regret. It has a close connection with Yashan, so how could it not be moved by this giant sword of Yashan
The long sword chant, at this moment, drowned out all the sword chants!
The thin red line on the sword finally lit up!
There seemed to be a majestic shadow between heaven and earth, suddenly standing up, carrying an unyielding sorrow and majestic arrogance!
You can die!
The soul is immortal!
The moment the red line on the sword lit up, all the swords fell silent. Only the red line on their sword tips penetrated the ice layer on the ground, whether far or near, and extended to the tip of the sword!
A dot of red is the condensed blood from thousands of swords!
The huge arsenal seemed to have a living vein at this moment, starting from the ten thousand swords and ending at the tip of the sword!
That is a sharpness that can no longer be suppressed!
That was a murderous intent that could no longer be suppressed!
The six-foot sword's pitch-black blade made the red line on the sword's spine even redder, and it actually shook the entire mountain that wrapped around it!
In an instant, blood surged across the sky!
Qu Zhengfeng shouted at her sharply, "Get the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ray of light turned into the thickest and deepest streak in the endless blood light, rushing towards the heights, towards the mountain top, and towards the gloomy sky!
In the blink of an eye, it broke through the mountain!
Seeing that his heart was shaken, at this moment he felt a surge of courage and bravery, and turned into a streak of lightning, chasing the sword light and reaching out to the six-foot-long sword!