The road in Shengong Valley was not very wide. As Gu Pinglin walked deeper into the valley, he began to hear the "ding ding" sound of knocking, the "whoosh" sound of blowing, and the "hiss" sound of red iron entering the water. Occasionally, he could see some Shengong Valley disciples working from a distance. The scene was exactly the same as in his previous life. These disciples were at most at the level of Waidan cultivation. They were all bare-chested and bare-chested, revealing their bronze skin. They were either pulling the bellows around the smelting furnace or standing in front of the casting table swinging heavy hammers... Everyone looked focused, as if they were oblivious to anything outside.
The mountains on both sides are steep, and there are swords everywhere on the rocks beside the road and on the cliffs above. All of them are inserted into the stone, up to the handle. No one knows who made them, and it is impossible to tell the quality.
The heat wave in the air was getting heavier, and it was getting closer to the position of the Heavenly Sword. Layers of sword intent surged from the front, and Gu Pinglin felt that his whole body was surrounded by sword intent, and the resistance to moving forward was getting greater and greater. However, in his previous life, he was able to persevere to the end with his perseverance. In this life, his cultivation was higher, and he was also running the highest internal energy of the Creation Art, so this difficulty was naturally not a problem.
Along the way, Gu Pinglin met many monks, all of them were pale, their breath was uneven, and some monks were even injured by the sword intent and fainted on the side of the road. Many monks were still struggling to move forward, some were meditating and resting, and some had already turned back.
Duan Qingming followed ten feet behind him, still walking briskly and with a cheerful look on his face. The only difference was that his handsome face was a little paler than before.
Gu Pinglin turned around and saw it, and sneered.
This person possesses the most powerful innate sword intent. Even without the Bu Tian Jue, it would not be so difficult. The only explanation is that he is pretending. After all, this is his greatest ability. He knows very well to what extent he can deceive himself. In his previous life, he always believed that if this person's pretending skills were written down, it would surely become another god-level secret book comparable to the "Bu Tian Jue".
Gu Pinglin stood and waited for a while, and seeing that he was still slow, he asked, "How long do you plan to take?"
"Alas, my talent is limited," Duan Qingming replied with a smile, his breath obviously a little disordered, "I can't compare to your natural talent, Xiaojiu."
"That's right." Gu Pinglin said calmly.
Having suffered many losses in the previous life, there is no reason to be fooled again. In this battle of Heavenly Sword, even if Gu Pinglin has the Creation Art, it cannot change Duan Qingming's advantage in sword intent. Even Yue Songting guessed the result, but Gu Pinglin still wanted to try his best. He didn't believe that Duan Qingming didn't have this kind of secretly competing heart, so this person's disguise was interesting.
"We are brothers, are you going to abandon me?" Duan Qingming sighed.
"You can't keep up?"
"Is this a provocation?"
"What do you think?" Seeing the enchanting light in those eyes as he wished, Gu Pinglin smiled, turned around and walked forward quickly.
As expected, he quickened his pace, and the people behind him soon caught up, showing no signs of falling behind. The two stopped talking, and walked to the end of the road one after the other, bearing the suffocating pressure. There were very few monks on this road, and occasionally there were two, with red faces and sweating profusely, as if every step they took took a lot of effort.
After another cup of tea, a vertical red stone cliff finally appeared in front of us.
The hundred-foot-high mountain wall was as steep as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe. There was a small platform ten feet above the ground, and a long sword lay quietly on the sword rack.
When he saw the sword, Gu Pinglin immediately sensed that the aura of Gu Yingjian had weakened. Not only that, the swords of all the cultivators present also consciously restrained their auras.
Before the Sword King, all swords submit.
The inky black sword body had no decoration and looked very ordinary. Without the sunlight, the whole sword emitted a strange light. The cold sword intent and powerful momentum were overwhelming, making people dare not look at it directly.
Breaking with honor, this is breaking with honor.
Seeing this peerless sword again, Gu Pinglin was still amazed.
Such a perfect sword, without any flaws, and precisely because of its excessive perfection, it leads to self-destructive arrogance.
Gu Pinglin looked back again, and saw Duan Qingming walking slowly towards him. He was wearing snow-white clothes, had jet-black hair, and walked at a leisurely pace, just like a scene from his past life. But if you look closely, it seems a little different. He walked to Gu Pinglin's side and stood still, looking at the Heavenly Sword with a hint of admiration, and then cast his gaze towards Li Moqing next to him.
There were about twenty cultivators at the scene, and only six of them were great inner alchemy cultivators. After all, this was not a competition of cultivation. Gu Pinglin knew all these people, including Li Moqing. The fact that he could get here showed that he had a great talent in swordsmanship. Zhou Yi was also there, but he was not doing so well. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a sword in his arms, regulating his breathing, with large beads of sweat hanging on his temples. There were about ten other people in the same state. As for those inner alchemy cultivators, two of them were particularly eye-catching, which surprised Gu Pinglin.
There were two men, very young and handsome, and one of them was a beautiful man with a rosy face. They stood side by side like ordinary companions, but there was an inexplicable intimacy between them. People around them stayed away from them, and many of them looked at them with a hint of contempt.
Hanying Twin Swords, Yanhan and Fengying.
These two people are also well-known in the world of cultivation, because they are a pair of Taoist lovers. This relationship makes their situation in the righteous path seem very awkward.
The two were originally disciples of Guangling Sect, one of the eight major sects. They were expelled from the sect because of their homosexuality, which ruined the reputation of their master. Later, Duan Qingming schemed and played tricks on the four major sects, which led to the siege of Guangling Sect by the demon cultivators. At the critical moment of the sect's survival, the two abandoned disciples put aside their past grudges and rushed back to Guangling Sect for rescue. They finally repelled the demon cultivators and saved their master. It was a pity that Feng Ying died in this battle. Yan Han refused the Guangling Sect's retention and blew himself up to follow. When this matter spread, it also caused many people to sigh. After all, the two had never done evil in their lives. Gu Pinglin is not pedantic, but it is undeniable that he still cannot understand this kind of relationship. Later, when he heard this story, he felt complicated.
In his previous life, Gu Pinglin had to struggle to get here, so he had no time to observe others, so he didn't notice these two people. In fact, Guangling Sect practiced both the zither and the sword, so it was not surprising that they came. Now that Gu Pinglin saw them, he had more respect for them.
Gu Pinglin unexpectedly met Duan Qingming's gaze and immediately withdrew his gaze. At this moment, the sword intent that filled the entire valley suddenly retreated silently.
Everyone felt the pressure on them suddenly relieved, and they all looked up at the same time.
With a clear sound, the heavenly sword flew up from the stand on its own, circled twice in the air, and flew towards the crowd.
The Heavenly Sword is about to choose a master!
Without the obstruction of sword intent, many people rushed in to watch. The scene was completely silent and everyone almost held their breath.
Seeing the Heavenly Sword flying straight in front of Duan Qingming, Gu Pinglin sighed inwardly, his talent in swordsmanship was always far behind his, but a genius is always a genius.
Fortunately, it doesn't have to die in this life.
Thinking of Xi Jian, Gu Pinglin couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, but unexpectedly, things changed in the blink of an eye!
Duan Qingming shook, lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood!
"Huh?" Faced with the sudden change, Gu Pinglin reacted the fastest and grabbed his wrist like lightning.
The internal breath is disordered and the sword intent is scattered!
"Impossible!" Gu Pinglin's face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but lose his voice, "What's going on?"
Duan Qingming pulled his hand back as if nothing had happened and wiped the blood from his lips: "It's just that my internal energy went astray."
"You dare to follow me here when your internal energy is out of control? Do you want to be a cripple?" Gu Pinglin said sternly. Without the control of internal energy, forcing the innate sword will is simply a matter of life and death! In more serious cases, the sword will go out of control and backfire, and his tendons and veins will definitely be crippled!
Duan Qingming smiled at him and said, "It seems that I am unlucky and have no chance to get the Heavenly Sword."
Just as he said, the Heavenly Sword circled around him several times, and finally, reluctantly, flew over him and in front of Gu Pinglin.
All eyes were focused on him.
Tianjian didn't stay for long, and left Gu Pinglin and flew towards Li Moqing. He stopped in front of him for a moment, and flew back to Gu Pinglin again, as if hesitating, not knowing who to choose.
Everyone was nervous, and Gu Pinglin also had a complicated expression.
Why is this happening? This is not what was expected…
Gu Pinglin felt that things were getting out of control. As a sword cultivator, it would be a lie to say that he didn't yearn for the Heavenly Sword. He couldn't help but raise his hand and wanted to touch the sword.
Suddenly, the bag around his waist began to vibrate slightly.
It’s Gu Yingjian.
Even though he was suppressed by the Sword King's aura, he still refused to give in and refused to be abandoned.
Gu Pinglin came to his senses and was surprised.
How could it be so spiritual
"Since you are going to give up, why bother with it in the first place?" Duan Qingming said calmly, "Which one do you want to choose, Gu Pinglin?"
Gu Pinglin looked at Tianjian in silence.
For the sake of the Heavenly Sword, I took the Gu Ying Sword from him. I owed it to Gu Ying Sword. Now it is impossible for me to own two swords at the same time, and it is even more impossible for me to return it to Duan Qingming. That would be an insult.
The eyes of the people around him were cold and sharp, as if they knew everything, and were full of sarcasm.
Gu Pinglin sneered and withdrew his hand decisively.
How about the Heavenly Sword? How about the Ordinary Sword? Gu Ying Sword could become famous all over the world because of Duan Qingming, and naturally it could also become outstanding because of Gu Pinglin.
As soon as he thought of it, the Heavenly Sword seemed to sense his thoughts and flew away decisively, falling into Li Moqing's hands. The dazzling edge disappeared in an instant and became ordinary.
Li Moqing looked at Gu Pinglin, smiled and bowed: "Thank you."
"Congratulations, Brother Li," Gu Pinglin said with relief. He also bowed to him and supported Duan Qingming. "Go back."
There was a sound of congratulations behind me.
There was nothing important to do next. Li Moqing was invited to leave by the people of Shengong Valley. The monks were envious and disappointed, and began to choose their own swords. According to the rules, everyone who entered the valley could take a sword away, and everyone had a chance to draw a sword. There were swords everywhere in the valley, some were carefully forged by sword masters, and some were practiced by disciples. Each sword was inserted into the rock, and it was difficult to distinguish the quality. It was really a problem for everyone. Fortunately, this was Shengong Valley, and the things were not that bad.
Duan Qingming suffered serious internal injuries, and Gu Pinglin supported him and walked out of the valley along the way they came. Unexpectedly, the Han Ying Twin Swords also came out and walked behind the two of them. Perhaps because of this visual contrast, the eyes of the people around them began to become strange. No wonder, the two men were dressed in white robes and purple clothes, and were handsome, which made them more conspicuous than the Han Ying Twin Swords.
Duan Qingming became more and more interested and leaned heavily on Gu Pinglin.
Knowing that this person was a genuine evildoer, Gu Pinglin didn't care much. However, he didn't intend to let this person succeed in his evil deeds, so he warned: "Duan Qingming!"
Duan Qingming looked back at the Hanying double swords and found it somewhat amusing: "It is indeed interesting that men like men. The world is so big that there are all kinds of things."
Gu Pinglin was silent for a while, then said, "This kind of thing happens a lot in the world, it's not surprising."
"Oh?" Duan Qingming was surprised. "You seem to have a good impression of them. Do you have this habit as well?"
Gu Pinglin said coldly: "Duan Qingming!"
"It's just a joke," Duan Qingming laughed and supported his shoulders, "You are so boring, Xiaojiu."
Gu Pinglin turned his head and stared at him with a half-smile: "If you want me to forget the problem of my internal energy going astray, then there's no need. Tell me your reason, and don't use such a lame excuse as carelessness."
"I can't dodge it after all." Duan Qingming stopped and looked around with a smile, "Let me choose a sword first. I can't go back empty-handed since I'm here."
"Oh?" Gu Pinglin was not in a hurry. "Please."
Duan Qingming didn't hesitate for long. He casually grasped a sword handle on the mountain wall behind him and drew the sword without much effort: "This one will do."
When he saw the sword, Gu Pinglin's eyes darkened and his whole body froze.
After who knows how much wind and rain it had experienced, the hilt was covered with dirt and moss, but the sword body was as white as snow, extremely sharp, and emitting a familiar cold light and chill, bright, and yet enchanting.
Mingfeng was the sword that Gu Pinglin wore in his previous life.