Qingzhou, Momen.
Everyone sat down outside Lu Chaoge's small courtyard, and Lu Chaoge personally made tea for everyone.
After pouring out a cup of spiritual tea, he would tap his fingertips lightly on the stone table, and the tea cup would float, and then fall steadily into the hands of others.
Xiaoqiu watched eagerly that all the senior brothers and sisters were drinking tea, then she looked at Lu Chaoge and said, "Uncle, uncle! Where is mine! Where is mine!"
Lu Chaoge smiled slightly and said, "You want to drink too?"
With that said, he poured a glass for Xiaoqiu.
The little chicken with a round face took a sip and then stuck out his tongue. His little fleshy face was wrinkled like a round meat bun, and his facial features were almost squeezed together.
"Ah, it's so painful!" Xiaoqiu said loudly.
She couldn't understand why some people liked to drink such a bitter thing so much.
Lu Chaoge smiled and said, "You will understand later that bitterness is also a taste."
After speaking, he looked at the poplar tree and said, "Tell me, what have you experienced in the past few years since you came down the mountain?"
Yang Shu nodded. After recalling it for a while, he felt that the content was not so twisty and bizarre, but actually it was very simple.
Yang Shu has heard since he was a child that the four major states in the Tianxuan Realm are surrounded by sea water.
He had a longing for the sea and wanted to see what the real sea looked like, so he headed all the way to the direction of the Endless Sea.
Next to a small fishing village, he met a water ghost by chance. The young man Yang Shu knew he was no match, but he still drew his sword and moved forward, and then... he was beaten up by Fatty.
When he woke up, he was in a dilapidated small courtyard, and his cultivation was sealed.
A grumpy old man with a broken leg claimed to have saved him and then used him like a servant.
After using it for a few months, he started to be asked to fetch water from the well every day.
Only later did Yang Shu find out that this lonely old man was actually one of the four legendary divine swords. He was a figure that every sword master would call "senior" when he saw him.
After hearing his experience, Mo Dongfang suddenly felt that his own experience was no longer good.
When he encountered a dragon beast on the road, he drew his sword boldly, and was then rescued by Jiang Xinyan.
He originally wanted to wait for Yang Shu to return to the clan, tell his junior brothers about this experience, and show off.
Now it's better, I met one of the Four Divine Swords directly.
But then Mo Dongfang thought about it, the senior Jiang Xiyan who saved him later became the Taoist companion of our master uncle!
With this thought in mind, Mo Dongfang felt that my senior brother had won!
After Lu Chaoge thought for a while, he said to Yang Shu: "Yang Shu, show me your natal sword."
"Yes, uncle." Yang Shu absolutely obeyed Lu Chaoge's words.
When he took out his natal sword, everyone in Momen focused their attention on this sword.
Everyone knows that the leader once sealed his sword for ten years, and then at the end of his cultivation, he unleashed a terrifying sword that was comparable to the fifth realm.
And the art of hiding and raising swords practiced in Luo Heshan seems to be somewhat similar to that of the former master
The sword embryo of Yang Shu's natal sword was also refined by Ning Ying.
As one of the rare weapon refining masters in the Tianxuan world, Ning Ying can be said to be particularly caring for Momen.
The Luohe Mountain lineage has extremely high requirements for the sword embryo of the natal sword. Otherwise, it will not be able to withstand constant warming and maintenance.
After all, the starting point of the sword embryo has already determined its upper limit.
The so-called raising and hiding of swords in this lineage is actually to develop the power of the natal sword to its limit.
If Mo Sect was an ordinary Xia Bai Sect, the sword embryos would definitely be low-level sword embryos. In that case, even if Luo Heshan valued Yang Shu's character, it would not be possible to accept him as his successor.
Because the sword cultivator can only have one natal sword in his life, and there is no way to change it.
If it is a low-grade sword embryo, even if it is forcibly strengthened with Luo Heshan's magical power, the upper limit will definitely not be as high as that of other high-grade sword embryos.
Because of this, Lu Chaoge couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Praise Aunt Ning."
Without this leader, the disciples in the sect would miss opportunities.
I kind of miss this plump and beautiful woman wearing a loose robe that can be held up.
Yang Shu's natal sword looks like an ordinary bronze sword, except that this sword is slightly shorter than the ordinary bronze sword. At the same time, its tip is not very sharp. There is a dull feeling.
The shape of this sword, like other sword embryos produced by Ning Ying, is in a simple style. There are no fancy patterns or decorations, but it gives people a good feeling.
However, this sword cannot be pulled out now no matter what.
If Lu Chaoge forcefully pulls out the sword now, then Yang Shu's efforts during this period will be in vain.
He felt it carefully and found that even he could not forcefully pull out the sword without using all his strength.
This represents the ordinary fifth realm, which simply cannot do this!
"This art of hiding and raising swords is really wonderful!" Lu Chaoge praised.
The sword-raising technique taught to him by the demon clan worshiping Aowu is a bit like a simplified and weakened version of this type.
Lu Chaoge estimated that if he had practiced this set of [skills], then after ten years of sealing the sword, once it was unsheathed, the power it could unleash might have increased several times!
After all, he can maintain it every day and invest a lot of experience points.
However, it can only be unsheathed ten times in a lifetime, which is too restrictive.
This [skill] is too extreme. In fact, it is not the right path. Instead, it is a deviant approach.
The consequence is that the sword is stronger than the man.
Fortunately, the natal sword has a connection with its master, and it is impossible to betray the master.
Lu Chaoge returned Yang Shu's natal sword to him and said, "If I remember correctly, Senior Luo probably has the last sword left."
Yang Shu nodded and said: "Grandpa said that if he doesn't meet a worthy opponent with this sword, he will take it into the coffin and never use it for the rest of his life."
"These words are quite overbearing." Lu Chaoge said.
He looked at Yang Shu and said, "Senior Luo, has he ever said that a person of what level is worthy of being an opponent of this sword?"
Yang Shu shook his head and said: "Grandpa didn't say a clear realm, he only said... Anyway, that sour scholar is not worthy."
A sour scholar
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked surprised.
Could this be the Sword Master he’s talking about?
Sour scholar, this title is a bit interesting.
Yang Shu recalled for a while and said: "Master Sword Lord came to see Grandpa last time. Grandpa said that if there is a chance to use this sword, Master Sword Master will be notified to come and observe and gain insights."
"Hiss—" Mo Dongfang couldn't help but take a breath.
This... is so handsome!
The black monkey Mo Dongfang, who has a strong obsession with handsomeness, only feels very yearned for it.
And how strong is this sword
Everyone was thinking in their hearts, even Yang Shu couldn't imagine it.
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The border of Qingzhou, the endless sea.
The Dragon King of the Ninth Realm rushed out of the sea, his huge body intimidating.
Ordinary dragon beasts are only a dozen meters long at most. When the Nine Dragons brought disaster to the world, according to records in the classics, the length of the nine-headed eighth realm dragon beast was almost thirty meters.
But the Dragon King rushing out of the sea in front of him was over a hundred meters tall.
Wherever it went, ice instantly formed, and ice and snow began to fall from the sky.
It seems that wherever it is, there is a world covered with ice and snow.
"Sure enough, it is the same as the ancient catastrophe." The Saint Master looked at the scene in front of him and said.
According to ancient records, this was also the case in ancient times. After the Eye of Chaos suddenly appeared, the first thing to come to the Tianxuan Realm was a ninth-level alien beast.
Kind of like a demonstration.
In the original Tianxuan Realm, it was thought that the unknown beast in the ninth realm was causing harm to the world. This Eye of Chaos should be just the terrifying place that gave birth to this beast.
But one year later, the beast tide appeared!
The real catastrophe begins here.
The scene in front of me was very similar to the original one, except that what appeared back then was a three-headed fire ape king, but today it is a dragon king.
Of course, there are more fatal differences.
In the Tianxuan Realm back then, there was the Qing Emperor and several extremely powerful men in the ninth realm.
A strange beast from the ninth realm is actually not enough to look at.
But in today's Tianxuan world, there has not been an extremely powerful person in the ninth realm for more than 10,000 years.
The dragon beast in front of me is the pinnacle of this world!
Who can stop it!
It will bring endless fear and despair to this world.
If it is allowed to break through the barrier here, it will bring disaster to the entire Qingzhou.
It will even turn Qingzhou into a world covered with ice and snow.
The Dragon King of the Ninth Realm was suspended in the air, his three dark blue eyes overlooking the people below.
Its pupils are very different from human pupils, similar to those of snakes, and make people feel chilled after looking at them for a long time.
At this moment, two more figures appeared behind the middle-aged Confucian scholar. They were Arhats wearing cassocks, and they were covered in black cloaks. The vagina with purple eyes.
Arhat is over two meters tall, and his whole body feels unusually tall.
The loose cassock was draped on his body, but it was also bulging.
Bald hunk.
As expected, the bald man looked fierce.
As for Yinsi, although he is wearing a black cloak, his true appearance cannot be seen clearly. But the legs under the cloak were straight and slender, and the lavender eyes were full of charm.
It is both mysterious and seductive, a bit like a wild cat hiding in the dark at night.
This secretive feeling can often trigger a man's desire to conquer.
Is it because men like to explore mysterious places
This is one aspect.
Another aspect is the sense of accomplishment.
Both your cheeks and body are covered so tightly that not even the sun's rays can reach you.
Well, I want to try it.
Ha, man.
"The Dragon King of the Ninth Realm." Arhat said in a deep voice, with fighting intent emerging in his big copper bell-like eyes.
In his eyes, it was as if the Saint Master and the Underworld did not exist, there was only this terrifying giant dragon.
Yin Si Ze also said nothing. She didn't like to talk. She always cherished words like gold. If she could only say one word, she would never say two.
It's like the kind of person who obviously wants to say "yes" when chatting, but can only say "yes".
The four powerful men gathered in Qingzhou, but they all stood behind the old man with a disabled leg and a broken leg in a tacit understanding.
Arhat glanced at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "Sword Master, are we really not going to take action?"
He couldn't bear it.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed, shook his head and said, "Senior Luo has been waiting for this day for the rest of his life."
Of course, it's not that Luo Heshan longs for catastrophe, he just longs for an opponent worthy of his last sword.
The four people on the shore made the Dragon King suspended in the air look slightly serious in his eyes.
The only thing that confused it was how could that old cripple who was at the forefront of the storm dare to face him like this
The aura exuding from his body was so weak. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he was already a strong man, but in front of him, he was no more than an ant.
But this ant had a stern and arrogant look.
Luo Heshan held his sword in front of him, looked at the dragon king, and said: "There are differences in the ninth realm. You are barely worthy of my last sword, but you are still a little disappointed."
"You are strong, stronger than me, stronger than anyone in this world."
"But you are weaker than my sword!"
Luo Heshan's natal sword, which lay horizontally in front of him, trembled for a moment before being unsheathed a finger's distance away.
A loud sword cry echoed between heaven and earth.
This old man with a broken leg had a bad temper and was unruly all his life.
He was an orphan, his legs were broken when he was young, and he was originally going to be left as a beggar.
It turned out that the man only wanted to break one of his legs, but the child's eyes were so disgusting and a bit frightening that he finally broke his other leg.
Later, I met the Master on the road and was favored by the Master, who took him back to the mountains.
His master asked him to knit straw sandals. When the old man with the broken leg was young, he thought the master was doing it to temper his temper.
He is too determined, so he needs to do more hand work and polish it.
However, it was counterproductive.
He is so sharp that every time he weaves straw sandals, the impatience, annoyance and sharpness in his heart will become even more intense!
It wasn't until he grew old and had a perfect xinxing that he realized that the master's intention was never to polish himself or flatten his spirit.
In the process, he became more and more annoyed, sharpened, and wanted to pull out the sword in the scabbard!
Then, when he actually draws the sword, it will be extremely smooth, extremely free, and... infinitely sharp!
"I have been knitting straw sandals all my life, but when I finally knitted them for that brat, I felt a little calmer." Luo Heshan smiled, with a kind look on his face that he had never seen before.
Luoheshan, his surname is Luo, and the meaning of his name is that he wants to protect this great river and mountain in Qingzhou.
His master, like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, was a man who cared about the world.
This grumpy old man with a broken leg is actually not.
After all, the world he once lived in was not friendly to him.
He saw too much darkness.
I don’t like this world.
But the teacher's kindness must be repaid.
You must also bear the responsibilities of your own lineage.
What's more, the sword that has been cultivated for a lifetime is also cultivated for a lifetime in the process of weaving straw sandals!
There must be a result eventually.
He couldn't help but think of what Yang Shu, the boy's favorite words, said before killing the dragon beast ten years after sealing the sword.
This sentence can be said to be widely circulated in Qingzhou.
"I only have a three-foot sword in my life, and I can kill dragons wherever there are dragons!"
The old man with a broken leg looked up to the sky and roared loudly, and the natal sword in his hand was unsheathed.
The catastrophe is approaching, and the first strange beast appears in the Eye of Chaos.
The catastrophe is approaching, Qingzhou Sword Master Luo Heshan has also cut out Qingzhou's best sword against strange beasts!
"Young scholar, you should keep an eye on me!" Luo Heshan laughed loudly.
"If you can watch the sword and enter the Nine Realms, it's today!"
(PS: Asking for double monthly pass.)
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