Dragon Tamer Chapter 123: Take wind as gravel

"It seems that you don't know much about others." The old lady Jianzun laughed.

Zhu Minglang still hasn't recovered, recalling some details, but can't repeatedly understand the reason.

"After you have watched Abandoned Sword Forest, please go home early. You wish that the door has changed a lot in these years," said the old lady of Jianzun.

"Okay, Master. Regarding my visit to Sword Sect, Sword Sovereign should not talk to others. I am afraid that some seniors and brothers will find me to compare swords." Zhu Minglang said.

"I know, I know, now Yulong, you may be more glorious than before. Master, I have always believed in you." Jianzun old lady said with a smile.

Looking at this elderly lady, Zhu Minglang felt a lot in his heart. There was a lot to say, but it seemed that everything was silent.

"The grandpa should rest a lot, and take care of your body from now on." Zhu Minglang said.

The old lady Jianzun waved his hand, beckoning Zhu Minglang to go.

Zhu Minglang walked out, and just turned around and left the front of the villa, he heard the old lady of Jianzun whisper to a female disciple who was waiting beside him: "Then who..."

"Master, what is your order?"

"Girl, go to the sacrificial house and take out the spiritual position card with the words'Zhu Minglang' written on it. There is no need to pay monthly worship, and save some sesame oil money." said the old lady Jianzun.

Outside the door, Zhu Minglang stepped on the stairs and almost rolled out.

I have stabilized my figure, Zhu Minglang is already in tears.

Master, do you believe me that way?

……

Go to the side peak and stay in the village. Nan Lingsha and Fang Niannian are waiting for their meal together. The long eyebrow disciple is also standing by, maintaining a meticulously standing posture.

Zhu Minglang sat down and glanced at the light dishes.

The Jianzong dishes have always been light, mostly vegetarian dishes. Zhu Minglang, who originally left here at the age of sixteen, was precisely because of this matter a year earlier.

The food is not good, nothing is worthy of nostalgia!

These green bamboo shoots and mountain treasures are said to be nurtured and cultivated with the spirit of heaven and earth. Even if they do not eat meat, they are more nutritious than meat.

Yaoshan Jianzong, the most important thing in sword practice is sword heart, sword energy, and sword intent. Only by eating less meat and eating more of these immortal elements can one's practice be stabilized and the world can rely on the sword.

So Zhu Minglang gave up Jianxiu and chose braised pork, wild mushroom stew, pure meat fried meat...

Thinking that I might have eaten these for the past few days, Zhu Minglang decided to release the **** teeth and let him get some real delicacies in the name of killing the mountain spirits and making wild boars. At night, You can also drink the plum wine here and roast pigs over the campfire. This is the life of Xiaoyao Jianxiu!

"Nian Nian, you will take Big Black Tooth to the other side of the mountain." Zhu Minglang pointed out the window and whispered.

"Good!" When it comes to eating, Fang Niannian will never refuse, and I wish Minglang do not know how to cook. Barbecue is truly a must.

"Lingsha girl, just go around and relax, and you will be tired after a long journey." Zhu Minglang said.

"Yeah." Nan Lingsha replied, she didn't know if her xinxing changed again, or she didn't like to talk while eating.

The realm fluctuates at the level of the monarch.

Still the Dragon Shepherd.

Zhu Minglang glanced at Nan Lingsha and felt that this woman had become more like a cloud of fog.

Forget it, there will be time to learn more later.

Zhu Minglang didn't struggle with this problem anymore. He ate a few mouthfuls casually and saved some stomach for the evening meal.

"Brother." Zi Miaozhu came from outside, her eyes wafting with irresistible joy.

"You have worked hard, Junior Sister." Zhu Minglang said.

"Uncle Gu Tang has already agreed. You said that the Zulong City-state is sitting in town, so don't worry about it anymore," Zi Miaozhu said.

"En, en, that's good." Zhu Minglang let out a long sigh of relief.

With the strong swordsman taking the lead, the matter of going to the territory of the imperial capital to be sworn can not be so hasty.

"Brother, after you left, the abandoned sword forest has been there forever. Only when the swords in the hands of some disciples are damaged and rusted will they be thrown into the forest." Zi Miaozhu said.

"What is the weird thing that even the Master Jianzun can't handle well?" Zhu Minglang asked puzzledly.

"It is said that there are ghosts and charms, and there are spiritual ghosts. When the disciples go to discard the swords, they will appear. When the masters go to annihilate them, they are hidden. Only you and Xuehen are in the abandoned sword forest. Master knows the situation best, but Master Xue Hen has never paid attention to such things." Zi Miaozhu said.

"I heard some seniors with higher cultivation level say that it may be those abandoned swords, because no one cares about them, and there are some grievances. This resentment is like a ghost and begins to retaliate against us disciples of sword repair. "The long eyebrow disciple said.

"When does it usually appear?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Before sunset, day and night alternate hours."

"Okay, I will check it out."

"Brother, I will accompany you." Zi Miaozhu said.

"No, you take Nan Lingsha around." Zhu Minglang said.

"Okay." This time, Zi Miaozhu agreed very simply. There seemed to be some other little thought in those eyes, bright and bright.

……

The sword is the biggest consumable of the sword sect.

Whether it is the peach wood sword that was first practiced, or the iron sword that became a disciple, and then to the good swords made of various fine and precious metals.

Zhumen, can be said to be the largest supplier of Jianzong, because Zhumen has two major factions, one is forging armor, the other is forging swords, in fact, other casting tools are made by Zhumen.

It’s just that I wish Minglang spent more time in the Sword Sect of Yaoshan before he turned fifteen, and didn’t have much interest in casting.

The loss of swords is extremely high. Every sword repair requires long-term practice of the sword style. Whether it is aerial dance, practice with wooden stakes, or even practice with stone statues, it is easy to damage the sword.

Walking along the long road without lamps, on both sides are tall pine and yellow bamboo, both of which are tall and straight.

I specially waited until dusk to arrive. Zhu Minglang looked at the shadows of these increasingly verdant pine and bamboo, and there were pictures constantly turning in his mind like the pages of a book.

Continuing on, you can already see some rotten wooden swords scattered randomly on the ground, with some moss growing on them.

Going deeper, the path is eroded by the soil and weeds. Looking around, one can see one after another iron and bronze swords inserted in the soil, standing upright like those pine and bamboo !

There are more and more abandoned swords, and there are hundreds of them wherever you can.

When I was very young, the old lady Jianzun told myself that every abandoned sword here is a tombstone of a sword. When they were "alive", they had a story of their own.

Some swords were damaged since they were cast and no one used them, so they were discarded here.

Some swords are more famous than their users. Everyone wants to get them, but in the end they fell in a famous battle and were sealed here forever.

Some swords, just like mediocre people, are plain and plain, and when they reach the end of their lives, they fall into the soil.

Go deeper, there are more swords, even denser than those pine and bamboo. They are of different lengths and styles. Most of them are inserted upside down on this piece of soil like tombstones. It is impossible to count how many!

Evening sunset, the setting sun, the shadow of pine wood and yellow bamboo intertwined with the shadow of abandoned sword like grass blooming, the pine and bamboo are verdant, the sword body is dark, but the shadow and the shadow are completely blended, like a huge sword and slender into the sky The swords that can be held form this sword forest that is extremely quiet in the dusk.

As the light of the setting sun shot into the sword, the rust on the thousands of abandoned swords became more gorgeous than ever before.

Brass rust, iron rust, blue rust, red rust...

Even the sun and the years are rusty,

That is dusk.

……

"Aunt Xuehen, my hands are already numb."

Night is approaching, a young boy said with sweat on his face.

"Continue."

……

"The palm of my hand is bleeding."

The sun is shining brightly, and the abandoned swords have been roasted hot and red.

"Continue."

……

"Aunt Xuehen, when will I practice before I can be as strong as you?"

The heavy snow was flying, and the young boy stood in the snow and asked.

"What does it take to sharpen the sword?"

"Hard and smooth gravel." The young boy replied.

"Starting today, you will pull out every sword in the forest, slash it against the sky, and use the wind as gravel. When you grind away the rust on every abandoned sword, you will You can leave here."

The wind is the gravel.

Every sword here has worn its own cocoon and drank its own blood.

But they also saw their edge again!

……

For many years, the abandoned swords in the sword forest are still standing in the soil, and their sharp and clean bodies are covered with rust once again. Zhu Minglang is carrying the dusk, and the swords are also carrying the dusk. All the pictures are surging. Come, let Zhu Minglang stay in his throat, his breathing started to be a little unsmooth.

Regret it?

I wish Minglang never had it.

It's just a little sentimental, a little helpless.

No matter how brilliant the peerless sword, there will be a rusty day.

The years are in a hurry, if you belong to ~IndoMTL.com~, you will not regret it.

"Buzzing buzzing~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, a uniform sword trembling sounded from the quiet forest. The rhythm seemed to be thousands of palace pianos playing around Zhu Minglang. When it came to the ears, the soul couldn't help but chill.

Zhu Minglang came back to his senses, looking at this magnificent sea of ​​swords with the ups and downs of the mountains and forests, looking at them as if they had heard some ancient call, they were about to be pulled out of the soil, and his face was suddenly covered with writing. The color of horror.

The shadow of the sword is shaking, the pine forest is dim, and the evening light has been completely obscured by the mountains. This forest is about to escape into the dark night, but the shadow of the sword seems to have come alive, and is heading toward the sky, the earth, and the forest. Scurrying.

However, the real abandoned sword is still stuck in the soil. The shadow of the sword is like a ghost walking in the tombstone. When it is flying, it sends out sharp swords in the air, making the original string of the sword suddenly become Hundred ghosts wailing sharply!

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