At dawn.
An unusual guest came to Yujing Mountain.
In front of Jiejian Stone, the white-haired and blue-eyed young man saluted, "I am the third son of the eldest grandson, eldest grandson Jingming. I would like to see the head of the Yuan family, and I hope you can give me permission."
The disciples guarding the mountain did not dare to delay after verifying their identity and walked up the mountain.
Walking along the stone steps, passing the bluestone archway and the copper smelting hall, after informing Yuan He, the eldest brother of the Yuan family, Yuan He nodded: "I'm going to see my ancestor, you go down first."
He waved his hand to signal the disciples in front of the hall to continue sparring, changed his clothes, and hurried to the back mountain. Soon, he appeared at the bottom of the mountain.
"I'm Yuan He."
He cupped his hands and signaled: "Friends of the Changsun family, please come with me."
The eldest son Jingming clasped his fists and followed Yuan He all the way up the mountain.
It was dawn at this time, and under the faint skylight, in front of the Copper Smelting Hall, the Yuan family's disciples had already started their morning classes. In the square, warriors holding edgeless iron swords were sparring, and the whistling sound of the sword blades could be heard from a long distance away.
Those dozens of long swords with strange shapes cut through the air, and then made a crisp sound like the vibration of piano strings. They overlapped each other, and it was impossible to tell the distance. After listening to it for a long time, I just felt confused and frightened by the sound. .
Especially the music theory hidden in it is like a scale flashing from the depths of a thundercloud. Although it is difficult to see the full shape, just by hearing it, one can already detect a deep threat.
On the contrary, it was swordsmanship. Changsun Jingming just thought it was powerful, but he couldn't see why.
He stopped for a moment in front of the palace, watching from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh:
"This kind of swordsmanship is truly the pinnacle of excellence. Seeing this, this journey is well worth it."
Yuan He smiled and said nothing, just pretending to be in front of him.
The two of them passed through the Copper Smelting Hall and headed straight towards the back mountain.
In front of the mountain, ancient paths of green pines and cypresses lead to secluded areas, full of the quiet atmosphere of deep mountains. However, the further you go back, the more desolate you become, with no vegetation or streams. The jagged rocks are full of skin-tingling... chill.
Changsun Jingming was walking on the road and was stunned for a moment when he noticed the heat coming from the ground beneath his feet.
Yujing Mountain... is a volcano
Soon, he noticed the rich ether floating in the air, as if there was a faint cold light lurking, guiding them to move, and under the control of a certain will, practicing the invisible sword.
I'm afraid that if Xingcha takes one wrong step, he will be completely chopped into pieces by the sword of nothingness.
Sensing the caution in the eldest son Jingming's eyebrows, Yuan He smiled and explained: "The elders of this clan practice swordsmanship in the back mountain. The third uncle has been practicing the Hundong Sword Chapter in seclusion for the past two days, which is the key to breakthrough. The impact is a little bigger. After all, swordsmanship is dangerous, and sword moves are fine to practice, but sword medals that have advanced to the resonance level are not suitable for sparring, and accidents may occur if you are slightly negligent."
Changsun Jingming suddenly realized: "This geothermal heat is also...?"
Yuan He shook his head, "This is the result of the out-of-control sword light accidentally piercing the lungs of the earth when the ancestors of the third generation were retreating, causing the earth fire. It was not the effect of the sword medal. It made the guests laugh."
Changsun Jingming's expression twitched.
Are you kidding me
How dare you laugh
Among the nine surnames of Dragon Vein, the entire Ye family is famous for being prodigal. The Liu family has mass-produced living corpses of unpopular children for generations, and those taught by the Bai family are all old-fashioned and rigid people who adhere to the rules... Although there are occasional freaks, but Basically this is the routine.
However, the Yuan family sits in the mountains, does not care about worldly affairs, and never gets involved in the disputes between the nine surnames of Longmai, so its reputation is relatively unknown. But the members are notoriously paranoid, and they also practice swordsmanship that allows them to kill in a logical manner.
Why don't you try to laugh
Each of these sword practicing musicians seems to be normal, but as long as you interact with them for a long time, you will find the paranoia and weirdness in their bones. Changsun Jingming didn't dare to laugh until he understood the other person's character.
Smile and lose your head.
Walking all the way deep into the back mountain, Changsun Jingming gradually felt the cold ether fluctuations around him.
After closing his eyes, he could feel the cold eyes focused on himself, the intruder.
As far as the eye can see, there are ancient swords embedded in the stone one by one.
He couldn't help but look at the cold light a few more times and asked curiously:
"Are these all..."
He said half of his words, but Yuan He understood what he meant and couldn't help but shake his head.
"There are many rumors in the world that are untrue. I hope Mr. Changsun can tell clearly that swords made from ashes are actually nonsense."
The eldest son, Jingming, nodded suddenly, but he heard Yuan He, who was leading the way, continue to say:
"The blood of the Yuan family is different from the other nine surnames of the Dragon Vein. It must rely on external objects to be exerted. Therefore, before the death of the ancestors of the Yuan family, they would use their life-long soul to forge a sword and leave it with a destiny..."
Changsun Jingming laughed dryly and said nothing.
Sword made from soul
To put it nicely, or to put it more bluntly, it’s “human sacrifice to the sword”, right? This is much worse than making a sword from ashes. While the person is still alive, he has to jump into the furnace, turn the bones into a sword, and give the blood soul... In the end, not even ashes are left.
His eyes couldn't help but fall on Yuan He's waist: "Could it be that Brother Yuan's skills are also..."
Yuan He lowered his head, looked at the "sounding bell" on his waist, smiled, but did not explain any more.
"arrive."
His steps suddenly stopped.
But there was only a dark hole in front of him. The eldest son, Jingming, glanced at Yuan He in surprise, but heard Yuan He say: "It's straight down. The head of the family has already finished his morning lessons, so don't worry."
After that, he left.
Changsun Jingming was left standing alone. After being stunned for a long time, he smiled bitterly and walked into the cave in front of him.
In the cold wind that cut like a knife, I don't know how long I marched downward. The chill in the air became more and more severe, and ice was two feet thick wherever I passed.
Although the eldest son Jingming was wearing winter clothes, he was still shivering from the cold. He was in the back of the Yuan family and did not dare to use music to keep warm. He was afraid that if he accidentally triggered the alchemy matrix here, he would be cut to pieces.
Until finally, he finally saw the blurry figure in the boiling lava.
In the boiling and rolling lava lake, blazing fire and pungent sulfur gas filled the air. But right in the middle of the lake, there was a figure sitting upright with an ancient sword in front of his knees. The ancient sword chirped and shot out endless chill, freezing the lava and spreading the remaining cold wind to all sides.
As long as the man's sword and equipment are there, his spirit will come naturally.
Changsun Jingming felt his mind wavering and his chest felt tight.
As he spoke, the gray mist produced by the impact of flames and frost trembled and opened to both sides, revealing the thin figure.
"Changsun's Hu'er came so slowly."
Among the nine surnames of the Dragon Vein, the Changsun family originates from the frontier. He is originally from the Hu people, with green eyes. Some people call him "Biyan'er" in the blood of heaven and man, and some don't give him face, so he just calls him "Hu'er". .
If he heard other people say this, Changsun Jingming would definitely fight to the death for him. No matter what happened, he would both die. But the one who spoke to him was Yuan Changqing, the leader of the Yuan family's monster family. He dared to say this in front of his father. The eldest grandson Jingming didn't dare to say anything, so he had to bow his head obediently and took out a letter from his arms. letter.
"My father ordered me to hand this letter into the hands of my senior. There is not much else to say."
Yuan Changqing stretched out his hand to make a false call, and the letter fell into his hand.
In the mist, after a long silence, Yuan Changqing sighed softly and threw the letter into the lava.
The letter turned into ashes in the fire, but in the green smoke, there was a vague figure who cupped his hands to Yuan Changqing and bowed to the ground.
"Too anxious."
Yuan Changqing whispered: "The troubled times are coming, and changes that have not happened in a thousand years are before our eyes. The swordsmanship of fighting bravely and fiercely is all about knowing the true and false of the enemy and ourselves, let alone such a big event? The storm is coming, the West has revealed chaos, and Cathay It may not be a paradise. The more times like this, the more calm you should be. Go back and tell your father and wait."
"wait?"
The eldest son, Jingming, did not expect that after days of traveling and traveling from the border to Yujing Mountain, he would only receive such a reply, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
"have a look."
Yuan Changqing stroked the long sword in front of his knees: "It doesn't matter whether it's east or west, it's the same everywhere."
"... Let's take a look first and then talk."
The eldest son Jingming opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the long sword in front of Yuan Changqing's knees. The light of the sword captured the soul, the light of the sword captured the soul, and the light of the sword disappeared. He only felt that his heart was cold and he did not dare to say more. After saluting, Then he turned and left.
Soon, Yuan He came and reported respectfully: "Grandpa, the news from the mountain is that Bai Heng has indeed left Beijing..."
"You really can't blame the Changsun family. Even the regent can't sit still."
Yuan Changqing smiled in a low voice: "That's all, that's all, I have been sitting here for thirty years, very quiet and thinking about moving. Just now I said that others are impatient, but now I can't sit still anymore. Since it is the Pope who has ascended the throne... I will go and see it too. Look."
He said, "Go and come back."
"Farewell to my grandfather."
Yuan He lowered his head and heard only the crisp sound of sword flicking.
Between Yuan Changqing's knees, the pure Jun ancient sword vibrated.
The chirping sound was like that of a flying bird, low and distant. It changed three times with the snap of a finger, like a cold spring pouring into the head, making one's soul feel as if it was about to break free from the body.
- Soul-Living Sword Chapter!
In Yuan Changqing's thin and old body, a vague figure suddenly boiled up. Taking the sword into his hand, it turned into a stream of light and flew away.
At the foot of Yujing Mountain, the eldest grandson Jingming had just come down the mountain when he sensed something. He looked up and saw a ray of cold light speeding towards the west.
The light was incredibly fast, but wherever it passed, there was nothing unusual, not even storms or air waves. It was like an illusion.
Seeing this scene, Changsun Qingming couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Yuan Changqing had reached the realm of Nine Emperors thirty years ago, and his status was equivalent to that of a Western saint.
Due to the inheritance of the blood of heaven and man, the constant friction between the music theory in the body and the material world, the calamity of heaven is always with him. From then on, he returned to Yujing Mountain, never taking action with anyone, and just cultivating quietly in the secret realm of the back mountain.
Now it seems that he has not made any progress in the past thirty years, and has even surpassed the Yuan family's ancestors and reached new heights.
Watching the stream of light leave, Changsun Jingming recalled the self-confidence he had when he just left the house, boasting of his unparalleled eloquence, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Everything in the world is like chess. I'm afraid it's only when you reach that level that you can get a glimpse of the chess player's position, right?"
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In just a few dozen minutes, the stream of light transformed by Chunjun spanned thousands of miles, going straight from Yujing Mountain to the west, passing through the northern plains, misty hills, hundreds of thousands of mountains, and the vast sea of sand. After thousands of miles of uninhabited wilderness, he passed through the Caucasus Federation from the frost, and finally passed through the land of Asgard.
Finally, in the distance, the City of Steel is already in sight.
Noticing the dozens of auras rising above the Holy City, Yuan Changqing couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, there are so many old guys here..."