The setting sun shines obliquely, the afterglow fills the valley, and the swordsman leaves a long shadow beside him.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he looked at the peerless sword in front of him, curled his lips slightly, raised his hand and said, "I appreciate your kindness. I already have a sword. You can choose another wise master."
The Heavenly Sword circled around him, occasionally touching the Gu Ying Sword, making a buzzing sound, which was quite contemptuous.
Feeling the power of the Heavenly Sword, Gu Yingjian trembled.
The supreme sword among swords, how dare ordinary spiritual swords compare with it
He frowned slightly and pressed the hilt of Gu Ying's sword as if to comfort her. When he looked at Tian Jian again, there was an imperceptible sharpness in his eyes.
"How ridiculous! I am the only one in the world who chooses swords, how can the sword choose me?"
As if treating it as trash, he raised his palm and pushed the hilt of the Heavenly Sword. The Heavenly Sword flew out, half of it nailed into the rock, and it was like cutting into tofu, without making any sound.
It was too arrogant for an ordinary outer alchemy cultivator to treat the Heavenly Sword in this way, and condemnations rang out all around.
He didn't care about it at all and just walked away.
Exclamations rang out!
Amidst the sharp sound, the half of the perfect sword exposed outside actually showed several criss-crossing cracks, which was shocking.
The Heavenly Sword was abandoned, the sword spirit was ashamed and did not hesitate to destroy itself.
Everyone was shocked. There has never been such a spiritual sword in the past. This sword is hard to find in the world. It can be said to be the pinnacle of Shengong Valley's forging skills. Unexpectedly, his temperament is so arrogant. What a pity.
He turned around and saw this scene. He was also surprised. He walked slowly to the front of the Heavenly Sword, stared at the sword for a while, and said: "It is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace. I didn't expect you to be so courageous."
With a long sigh, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword: "It's not your fault, it's me who missed you. I give you the name, Broken Jade."
The broken sword rang sharply, as if it had no regrets, but also as if it was proud. Then, amid the exclamations of the crowd, it shattered into a dozen pieces.
He took out a large piece of white silk, put away the broken sword, and turned to leave.
That back view has stunned so many people and made so many people unforgettable for the rest of their lives.
The Heavenly Sword Broken Jade is the second sword acknowledged by the great sword cultivator Duan Qingming. However, Duan Qingming has never used it to make a move. The Gu Ying Sword has always been with him. This ordinary sword later became famous in the world of cultivation, better than any Heavenly Sword in history.
In his hands, any sword becomes a famous sword.
Coming out of his memory, Gu Pinglin couldn't help but glance at the lazy person next to him. When he thought of that arrogant figure, his heart became blocked and he simply closed his eyes - out of sight, out of mind.
But the man teased him: "What did you think of?"
"I was wondering," Gu Pinglin opened his eyes, "If you get the Heavenly Sword, will you abandon Gu Ying?"
Duan Qingming was holding the Guying Sword, and he asked, "Guess?"
Gu Pinglin certainly wouldn't be led astray by him: "Is it special to you?"
Duan Qingming asked back: "Do you care?"
Gu Pinglin's heart moved, and he did not deny: "A good sword, everyone will like it."
Duan Qingming tapped the sword with his fingers: "If you like it, how about I give it to you?"
Gu Pinglin asked: "How can you take away someone's love?"
Duan Qingming was a little surprised: "Do you really want it?"
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows: "Why, you can't bear to part with it?"
Duan Qingming looked at him for a while and laughed: "It's just a sword, why are you reluctant to give it up? If you want it, you can take it." He actually handed the sword to Gu Pinglin.
I loved swords in my previous life, but I gave them away so easily.
Gu Pinglin was originally trying to test him, but he was stunned when he saw this, not knowing whether he should answer it or not.
Duan Qingming smiled and said, "I dare to give it, but you don't dare to take it?"
That smile was warmer than the spring breeze and more charming than flowers. Gu Pinglin felt a little dazzled and immediately turned his gaze to Gu Yingjian. It was difficult to judge his intentions for a moment, so he simply took the sword: "In this case, thank you."
Duan Qingming suggested: "Why not give it a try and see if it suits your hand?"
Gu Pinglin was not polite and grasped the hilt of the sword. Most spirit swords would have some resistance to people other than their masters. Gu Pinglin thought it would take some effort to subdue it, but the result was unexpected, the sword was easily pulled out.
The long sword was unsheathed, emitting a cold purple light.
Gu Pinglin narrowed his eyes and slowly slid his fingers across the sword.
The warm red glow flows under the fingers, revealing a kind of warmth, as if it is very cheerful.
Gu Pinglin was really surprised.
"It really suits you." Duan Qingming looked at him, and there seemed to be a purple light flashing in his eyes.
Gu Pinglin said nothing and slowly sheathed his sword.
In any case, this is a good idea. Duan Qingming is a man who will do anything you don't ask him to do. If you let him choose the Heavenly Sword directly, it will definitely go wrong. It is better to design a plan to avoid making him suspicious.
Gu Pinglin did not expect to obtain the Heavenly Sword, but he hoped that its fate would not be the same as in his previous life. It should be cherished and shine as it should. It was inevitable that it would choose Duan Qingming. In his previous life, Duan Qingming gave it up for Gu Yingjian. Now that Duan Qingming had no sword, it would have a chance to be chosen. After all, the advantages of the Heavenly Sword were too obvious.
What's more, Gu Pinglin really likes Gu Yingjian.
However, Gu Pinglin had never expected that his old enemy's beloved sword would show friendliness to him. Thinking of how it had pointed at his throat many times in his previous life, Gu Pinglin simply didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment.
Gu Pinglin felt a little guilty for saving Tianjian's fate and letting it be abandoned by an excellent master.
Does its willingness to follow me also mean trust? Trust that I am no less than the original owner.
Thinking of this, Gu Pinglin's eyes flashed again. He took out a piece of silk and carefully wiped the scabbard, then placed the sword on the bedside.
Duan Qingming seemed to be in a good mood. He turned over and sat up: "It's getting late, go to bed early."
He opened the door and went out for a while, and the waiter brought two basins of water. The two washed themselves, then turned off the lights and lay down in their clothes. The bed in the inn was not big, and Gu Pinglin slept inside and Duan Qingming slept outside, which seemed a bit crowded.
Sleeping with Duan Qingming, Gu Pinglin unexpectedly relaxed, and even less defensive than usual. This harmonious relationship made Gu Pinglin increasingly uncomfortable, and he still didn't quite understand why he would so easily give his beloved sword to him. Did he really treat him as his junior brother
Gu Pinglin was shocked.
My state of mind has changed in this life, will Duan Qingming also change? He did not join the Xuanming Sect, where strength is respected, but the Lingxin Sect, where fellow disciples are in harmony, and his experience is very different.
If a cold-blooded venomous snake stays in a warm place for a long time, will it also be infected by the temperature
Gu Pinglin glanced at the man outside without leaving a trace.
The dim light vaguely reveals the three-dimensional side profile, with perfect and smooth lines from the full forehead, to the high nose bridge, to the lips and chin.
He is laughing.
Gu Pinglin immediately looked away.
"Xiaojiu." Duan Qingming suddenly called him.
Gu Pinglin did not answer.
After a moment, a hand reached out and patted his face, and the hand was warm.
Gu Pinglin grabbed the hand and said, "Speak."
"Remember, treat it well."
Gu Pinglin reacted and thought that he really still cared about Gu Yingjian, so he let go of his hand: "Of course."
The valley is like a coiled snake, with fire burning deep inside. A huge furnace releases scorching heat. The steps nearby are filled with various stone platforms and tools, and swords are lined up on the weapon rack.
The Heavenly Sword lay horizontally on the stone shelf in the middle, like a proud king.
The area within half a mile was shrouded in a strong sword intent. Only less than ten cultivators could walk here, and each of them was a swordsmanship genius.
Gu Pinglin released his own sword intent, resisting the suppression of the momentum from the Heavenly Sword, and walked towards the stone steps with difficulty. The unappreciated bastard was eager to prove himself.
"Gu Pinglin?" someone called from the side.
"It's you." Gu Pinglin was surprised that he still remembered him.
"Go back, you can't do it." The man said this and walked forward with a smile, his steps brisk.
Being provoked for no reason, Gu Pinglin felt slightly angry. He snorted coldly and insisted on moving forward.
In a moment, the scenery changed.
The sword tomb where the broken jade of the Heavenly Sword was buried was covered with lush grass. The man looked back at Gu Pinglin and seemed to have spent a lot of effort to remember: "Oh, it's you."
"If you don't want it, why ask for it?"
"Nothing, just an interest," the man chuckled and walked past him, "I'm just accompanying you to prove that you really can't do it."
"Duan Qingming, you!"
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Waking up from his dream, the light outside the window was much brighter. Gu Pinglin found that his hands were clenched tightly. He immediately looked at the person next to him subconsciously.
Duan Qingming was indeed lying on his side, with his head supported by his hands, looking at him with interest.
Gu Pinglin said calmly: "You're awake."
Duan Qingming said, "You shouted so loudly that half of the people in the inn were woken up by you."
Did he talk in his sleep? Gu Pinglin was startled at first, then looked at him suspiciously.
Duan Qingming patted his face, his eyebrows smiling: "Your dream is very interesting."
It was hard to tell whether what he said was true or false, so Gu Pinglin simply stopped talking and sat up: "It's time to get going."
Duan Qingming smiled and said "Oh", which seemed like a casual response, but also seemed to have some other meaning.
Gu Pinglin's heart skipped a beat. He calmly straightened his appearance and walked out quickly.
Many disciples of the Lingxin Sect had gathered downstairs of the inn. Gu Pinglin looked carefully and did not see the group of disciples from the aristocratic families from yesterday. He guessed that they had already left.
The sword-seeking journey in the previous life was the first direct clash between the old enemies, and it was also the beginning of Gu Pinglin's pursuit of his opponent, all because of that provocation. This life was different, knowing that Duan Qingming's talent in swordsmanship was unmatched, Gu Pinglin let him go, and instead hoped that he could get the Heavenly Sword.
I wonder what kind of brilliance the Heavenly Sword will have in his hands
Gu Pinglin actually felt a little bit of anticipation.
Shengong Mountain is a volcano, with thick volcanic ash covering the top of the mountain, almost no grass growing, and only sparse grass growing on the mountainside. Shengong Valley is located on the mountainside, and three giant iron characters "Shengong Valley" are erected at the entrance of the valley, which are majestic and shocking.
There were huge crowds of people outside the valley, all of them were cultivators who came here because of its reputation. Among them were many great inner alchemy practitioners. Many heads of aristocratic families and leaders of major sects also came here specially with their disciples.
Gu Pinglin recognized the head of the Duan family at a glance. The Duan family was well-known in the cultivation world. The current head of the family, Duan Pin, was tall and strong, with a square face, a high forehead, thick eyebrows and a hawk nose, and a bit of a fierce aura. Gu Pinglin had always been a little strange. Duan Qingming looked nothing like Duan Pin, but more like his aunt Cheng. It can be seen that his appearance was mostly inherited from his mother.
Next to Duan Pin stood a young man, who was dressed simply and had a square face that looked very much like Duan Pin. His eyes revealed the arrogance of a child from an aristocratic family. This man was none other than Duan Qinghou, the son of Qi.
The arrival of Lingxin Sect caused a small commotion. Duan Qinghou whispered something in Duan Pin's ear, and Duan Pin looked over here.
Yue Songting turned around and ordered: "Qingming, since your father is here, you go over first."
Duan Qingming agreed with a smile, walked over and greeted Duan Pin. Duan Pin asked him a few questions gently but dignifiedly, then waved his hand and let him go back.
The father's kindness and the son's filial piety cannot conceal the estrangement between the two.
As the head of the family, Duan Pin really didn't know the Qi family's methods? Gu Pinglin sighed secretly, and suddenly saw a person, and was immediately shocked.
A dozen sword-bearing disciples with silver orchid leaves embroidered on their cuffs stood beside the boulder, surrounding a young master. The young master was sitting on a chair. He had a handsome face, but his face was pale and sickly. From time to time, he lowered his head and covered his mouth with a handkerchief when coughing.
In his previous life, he didn't come to join in the fun. Gu Pinglin frowned.
"Li Moqing?" Duan Qingming's voice sounded, "Do you know him?"