The Burial Sword Valley is a large sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Although it is named Valley, it has actually developed into a small city, where tens of thousands of ancestors lived and lived. Of course, not all of these people can practice Taoism, and there are also many ordinary people who live in the Burial Sword Valley. During the day, the gates of the city were wide open, and people carrying carts came in and out. It looked like a prosperous scene, not chaotic.
This is not surprising, if even this superficial peace cannot be maintained, then it is time for the Burial Sword Valley to be destroyed.
However, if you look carefully, you can still find some inappropriate places. There were a few disciples from Buried Sword Valley sitting there by the tea shed outside the city gate. They had been there early in the morning. A pot of tea was left untouched on the table. Their eyes were fixed on those who entered the city, watching them come and go Feeling uncomfortable all over, he involuntarily quickened his pace.
For these ordinary people, these disciples of the sect are all uncles, who are more ancestors than their ancestors, and they have to be sacrificed to their heads. If a disagreement with a word provokes their anger, they will be beaten to death with a punch. It's all possible. After being beaten, he died, and he had nowhere to seek justice. The beating was in vain, and the death was in vain.
It would be better if they could be related to people in the sect. Even if ordinary people suffer, they can only swallow their anger. Even so, these people have lived here for generations and have no plans to move out. It's not easy to make a living outside. People who live far away from their hometown may not be better than here.
Now seeing these uncles sitting here without talking, laughing or moving, staring wide-eyed as if looking for trouble, who would dare to provoke them? No one dared to come in the tea shed which was quite big, only a few of them sat there. The owner of the tea shed did not dare to show his face, only a naive boy who had nowhere to hide, could only watch the tea stove nestled there and dare not move.
There were four people sitting on this table, headed by the one in the middle who was wearing a purple cloth robe. He looked to be in his twenties, with sharp eyes, and his hands were always on the hilt of his sword. The other three looked younger than him, and one of them looked about ten years old, with a round face, and although he was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the sect, he did not wear a sword.
He was not as calm as the others.
Today is the third day they have been sitting here. For some unknown reason, three days ago, Elder Yue suddenly ordered them to guard here, to watch out for any suspicious-looking people entering the city. They were not the only ones, there were two gates at the east and west gates of the Burial Sword Valley, and there were also a few senior brothers watching at the Ximen gate.
What does it mean to be unruly? Suspicious
He whispered to his fellow disciples at the side: "Senior brother Xiao, we've been here for three days, who are we going to watch? Could it be that someone borrowed the courage from God to come to our sect to cause trouble?"
Brother Xiao at the side actually doesn't know much more than him. Don't say he doesn't know, even if he knows, he can't say it here.
"Don't think nonsense, and don't talk nonsense. I think it's because the matter of the fryer has not been investigated a few days ago, so you should be extra careful."
When the matter of the fryer was mentioned, the round-faced boy let out an oh.
The matter of the fryer still turns pale when it is brought up now. He was in the house at the time, and he barely passed out when the furnace blew up, and the house collapsed in half, almost burying him in it. After I came out, I heard that Elder Lu was beside the sword furnace at that time, and with his old man's cultivation level, he didn't escape and was blown to death. The other four furnace guard disciples also had no bones left, their flesh and blood turned into slag, which burst everywhere, and the person who collected the corpses had no way of doing anything, so they had to seal up the original sword furnace to prevent anyone from entering.
Zongmen disciples know what a fryer is, but ordinary people don't. With such a big commotion, the earth shook and the mountains and houses collapsed. People living not far from the city and outside the city were scared out of their wits. Some said that Lord Lei was angry, and some said that the earth dragon turned over They bought joss sticks and worshiped there, and there were people who carried their burdens and wanted to escape far away. These people who wanted to leave were stopped, and the Zongmen didn't want this news to be spread far away by them.
The round-faced boy looked at the three senior brothers, each of them pulled their faces, and each of them looked uglier than the other, so he didn't dare to say anything more.
In the past two days, he heard a lot of rumors. Some people say that the furnace was blown up because the feng shui of the Burial Sword Valley has completely changed, and the ground veins have no spiritual power anymore. The firepower accumulated in the sword furnace for hundreds of years has blown up the furnace.
Some people say that the fryer was set up by someone else, otherwise how could Elder Lu not be able to escape with his cultivation? In fact, someone first plotted against Elder Lu, killed the disciple who had witnessed the incident, and finally blew up the sword furnace to cover people's eyes and ears.
There is also a saying that this is a man-made disaster, but the people who did it were people from the Changhe faction and Wanshi Villa.
Now the city looks peaceful, but in fact, people are panicking, not only ordinary people are afraid, but also within the sect.
Elder Lu died, so badly that he didn't even leave a whole body behind.
Elder Lu also disappeared for several days. Some people say that he has gone out, but at this time, who can say for sure
In fact, the round-faced boy wanted to drink a cup of tea.
His cultivation base is not as good as those of his senior brothers, and his concentration is far behind. After sitting here for a long time, he was already thirsty, but his brothers didn't move, and it was difficult for him to reach out to pour tea.
His senior brother Xiao who was still on the side saw his mouth dry and couldn't help swallowing dryly, felt a little sorry, and poured him a cup of tea with the pot.
The teapot has been sitting there for so long, of course it has already cooled down. Brother Xiao raised his voice and called: "Xiao Er, come and refill the hot water."
Xiao Er didn't dare to neglect, and hurried over with a big copper pot, poured the herbal tea and added hot water. Since Senior Brother Xiao ordered tea, he simply asked him to bring two more snacks.
He didn't ask for money when he wanted to eat and drink, and Xiao Er was not so bold as to ask him for money.
Brother Xiao also poured a cup of tea for everyone else, except for the leader, everyone else drank it too.
The round-faced boy picked up a piece of snack, but another senior brother Mou stood up suddenly, pointed at the two people who were about to enter the city and shouted loudly: "You two stop."
Those two people with swords at their waists, a man and a woman, both looked to be in their thirties, with swords at their waists, they looked different from ordinary people.
Brother Mou got up and walked closer, bowing his hands in a cursory salute: "Which sect do you two belong to? What's your business in Burying Sword Valley?"
He didn't speak very politely, but the middle-aged man didn't want to offend anyone. After all, this is also the site of the Burial Sword Valley, and the strong dragons are still not overwhelming the local snakes, let alone they are not considered strong dragons.
"Fellow Taoist, we, my husband and I, came to the city to get medicinal materials. We come here every year at this time, which is the Yuji Pharmacy in the east of the city." (To be continued)