Silent Crown Chapter 496: Look at
At dawn
An unusual guest came on Yujing Mountain.
In front of Jie Jianshi, the white-haired, blue-eyed young man saluted, "I am the third son of the Changsun family, the Changsun Jingming, and I want to see the Patriarch of the Yuan family."
The disciples of Shoushan did not dare to delay after verifying that they were right, and went up the mountain.
Stepping on the stone steps all the way, passing through the bluestone archway and the front of the bronze smelting hall, and after reporting to Yuan He, the eldest brother of the Yuan family, Yuan He nodded: "I'm going to see the ancestor, you go down first." /
He waved his hand and motioned to the disciple in front of the temple to continue the duel practice. After changing his clothes, he hurried to the back mountain, and soon appeared at the bottom of the mountain.
"Yuan He is here."
He arched his hands and motioned: "Friends of the grandson family, please come with me."
Elderly Sun Jingming clasped his fists, followed Yuan He, and went all the way up the mountain.
It was dawn at this time, under the faint light of the sky, before the Temple of Copper Smelting, Yuan's children had already started their morning class. In the square, the warriors holding iron swords with no edge are in duel training. After a long time, they can hear the whistling of the sword blades.
The dozens of strangely shaped long swords cut through the air and made a crisp sound like the trembling of the strings. They overlapped one another, and they couldn’t tell the distance. After listening for a long time, I just felt confused. Deterred by the sound.
Especially the music theory hidden in it, like a scaly scratch that flashes in the depths of a thundercloud, although it is difficult to see the whole form, but only by hearing it, you can already detect a deep threat.
On the contrary, it is swordsmanship. The grandson Jingming just thinks it is great, but he can't see why.
He stopped for a moment in front of the temple, watching from a distance, and could not help but sigh:
"This kind of swordsmanship is worthy of the pinnacle. Seeing this is a worthwhile trip."
Yuan He smiled, didn't say anything, just made false claims in front of him.
The two passed through the copper smelting hall and walked straight to the back mountain.
In front of the mountain, the ancient trails with green pines and cypresses are full of quietness of deep mountain diving, but the more you go back, the more desolate you will be. There is no grass, trees and streams, and the rugged rocks are full of skin. A tingling chill.
Walking on the road, Changsun Jingming was stunned when he noticed the geothermal heat coming from under his feet.
Yujing Mountain... is it a volcano?
Soon, he noticed the free and dense ether of the air, which seemed to have a faint cold light lurking, guiding them to move, and under the control of a certain will, he was practicing the invisible sword.
I am afraid that as long as you take a wrong step, you will be completely crushed by the blade of nothingness.
Aware of the caution between the grandson Jingming’s eyebrows, Yuan He smiled and explained: “The elders of this clan practiced swords in the back mountains. The third uncle’s retreat in the retreat these two days is a breakthrough. After all, swordsmanship is dangerous, and sword moves are good for practice, but sword medals that are promoted to the resonance level are not suitable for pair training. A slight negligence will lead to unexpected accidents."
The grandson Jingming suddenly said: "This geothermal is also...?"
Yuan He shook his head, "This is when the three generations of ancestors were disarming, the out-of-control sword light accidentally pierced the lungs of the ground and caused the ground fire. It was not the effect of the sword. It made the guests laugh."
The grandson Jingming's expression twitched.
Just laughing?
How dare you laugh.
Among the nine surnames of Longmai, the whole Ye family is a well-known survivor. The Liu family has mass-produced uninhibited living corpses, and all the Baijia tutors come out of them are all obedient and old-fashioned... Although occasionally weird The tires appear, but basically this routine.
And the Yuan family sits in the mountains, does not ask about world affairs, and never interferes with the disputes with the nine surnames of Long Mai, so the reputation is less obvious. However, the members are notoriously paranoid, and what they cultivate is also a swordsmanship that can be used to the best of their knowledge.
You smile and try it?
These swordsman musicians seem to be normal one by one, as long as they have been in contact for a long time, they will find paranoia and weirdness in their bones. Before he figured out the other party's character, the eldest Sun Jingming didn't dare to laugh.
Have a smile, head off.
Walking all the way to the back of the mountain, gradually, Changsun Jingming felt the cold etheric fluctuations around him.
After closing your eyes, you can feel cold eyes cast on yourself as an intruder.
As far as you can see, you can see ancient swords embedded in the stone.
He couldn't help but resist the cold light, took a few more glances, and asked curiously:
"Are these all..."
He was half talking, but Yuan He knew what he meant in his heart and couldn't help shaking his head.
"There are many false rumors in the world, and I hope that Mr. Sun can clearly distinguish-the ashes of the sword are really nonsense."
The grandson Jingming nodded suddenly, but he heard Yuan He, who led the way, continue to say:
"Yuan's blood is different from the other nine surnames of dragon veins. It must rely on foreign objects to be able to play. Therefore, before the death of Yuan's ancestors, they will use their lifelong soul to forge a sword with a fate..."
The eldest son Jingming gave a dry smile and said nothing.
Spirit forging a sword?
To put it nicely, to put it bluntly, it means ‘living man sacrifices sword’, right? This is much worse than a sword made from ashes. When a person is still alive, he has to jump into the furnace, turn bones into swords, and endow them with blood... In the end there is no ashes left.
His eyes fell on Yuan He's waist: "Could it be that Brother Yuan is also..."
Yuan He lowered his head, looked at the ‘Welling Bell’ around his waist, smiled, but did not explain.
"Here."
His footsteps suddenly stopped.
But there was only a dark hole in front of me. Changsun Jingming glanced at Yuan He in surprise, but he heard Yuan He say: "Straight down.
The owner of this meeting has finished the morning class, so don’t worry. "
After speaking, I left.
Leaving the grandson Jingming standing alone, he gave a wry smile after a long time, and bit his head and walked into the cave in front of him.
In the cold wind like a knife cut, I don't know how long it has been going downward, and the chill in the air has become stronger and harder, and ice of two feet thick has formed wherever I pass.
Even though Changsun Jingming was wearing winter clothes, he was still trembling from the cold. He was in the back mountain of Yuan's family, and he did not dare to use the movement to keep warm, for fear that an alchemy matrix was accidentally spurred by the alchemy matrix here. .
Until the end, he finally saw the vague figure in the boiling lava.
In the boiling lava lake, fiery flames and pungent sulfur gas permeated. But right in the middle of the lake, there was a figure sitting with an ancient sword in front of his knees. The ancient sword screamed, bursting out infinite chill, freezing the lava, and the remaining cold wind spreading to the surroundings.
Human swords are present, and the spirit is self-reliant.
Changsun Jingming only felt his heart swaying, and his chest was bored.
When he spoke, the gray mist produced by the impact of the flame and frost trembles, opening to the sides, revealing the thin figure.
"Hu'er of the Changsun family, it's really slow to come."
Among the nine surnames of Longmai, the origin and frontiers of the Changsun clan are originally hu people, with green eyes, and in the blood of heaven and human beings, some people call them "Biyaner", and others just call them "Biyaner" if they don't give face. Huer'.
If you usually hear other people say this, the eldest Sun Jingming will definitely go and fight for him, and if it doesn't help, he will burn the jade and the stone. But the one who spoke to me was Yuan Changqing, the leader of the monster family in Yuan’s 100 generations. He dared to say this in front of his father. The eldest Sun Jingming didn’t dare to put any farts, so he had to bow his head obediently and hold out a letter from his arms. letter.
"My father ordered me to hand this letter into the hands of seniors. I don't have much to say about the other words."
Yuan Changqing reached out to call, and the letter fell into his hands.
In the mist, after a long period of silence, Yuan Changqing sighed softly and threw the letter into the magma.
The letter paper turned into ashes in the fire, but in the blue smoke, there was a vague figure arching his hand to Yuan Changqing and reaching the ground.
"Too anxious."
Yuan Changqing whispered: "The troubled times are approaching, and the unseen changes in a thousand years are in sight. The brave and fierce swordsmanship pays attention to revealing the truth of the enemy and us, let alone such a major event?
When the storm is approaching, chaos has appeared in the West, and Aurora may not be a paradise for the world. The more this is the time, the more you should be able to hold your breath.
Go back and tell your father, wait a minute. "
"Wait?"
Elderly Sun Jingming didn't expect that he was struggling for several days and rushed from the frontier to Yujing Mountain, but only got such a reply, and couldn't help being astonished.
"Look."
Yuan Changqing stroked the long sword in front of her knees: "It doesn't matter whether it is east or west, everywhere is the same."
"...Let's take a look first."
Long Sun Jingming opened his mouth, but his eyes fell on the long sword in front of Yuan Changqing’s knees. The sword light dazzled the soul, the sword light dazzled the soul, and the sword light vanished. He only felt cold in his heart, so he didn’t dare to say more. After saluting, he turned and left.
Soon, Yuan He came and respectfully reported back: "Grandfather, the news from Yamashita, Bai Heng has indeed left Beijing..."
"You really can't blame the people in the grandson family. Even the regent can't sit still."
Yuan Changqing chuckled in a low voice: "Fine, nothing, I've been sitting for 30 years and I've been very quiet. I just said that others are irritable, but now I can't sit still.
Since it is the pope enthroned... I will go and see. "
He said, "Go and go back."
"Congratulations to grandfather."
Yuan He lowered his head, only to hear a clear sound of flicking a sword.
In Yuan Changqing's knees, the ancient sword of Chunjun vibrates.
The chirping sound is like a bird, deep and distant, with three changes of fingers, like a cold spring pouring into the head, making the soul seem to break free from the body.
——Leaving Soul Sword Chapter!
In Yuan Changqing's thin and old body, a vague figure suddenly boiled and started with the sword, turned into a stream of light, and flew away.
Under the Yujing Mountain, the grandson Jingming had just gotten off the mountain, and he felt that when he looked up, he saw a ray of cold light galloping toward the west.
The light was incredibly fast, but wherever it went, there was no abnormality, not even storms or air waves, just like an illusion.
Seeing this scene, Changsun Qingming couldn't help taking a breath.
Yuan Changqing had reached the state of the Six Imperial Guards thirty years ago, and his status was equal to that of a Western saint.
Because of the inheritance of the blood of heaven and human, the constant friction between the music theory and the material world in the body makes the heavenly calamity carry around. After that, he went back to Yujing Mountain, and didn't do anything with others~IndoMTL.com~ just dived in the secret realm of the back mountain.
Now it seems that he hasn't made everything in the past thirty years, even surpassing the ancestors of the Yuan family and reaching new heights.
Watching that streamer leave, Changsun Jingming recalled that self-defeating confidence when he had just left the house, and couldn't help but smile.
"The world is like a chess. I am afraid that you can get a glimpse of the position of the chess player when you reach that level?"
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In just a few tens of minutes, Chunjun’s stream of light spanned thousands of miles, straight from Yujing Mountain to the west, all the way through the northern plains, misty hills, hundreds of thousands of mountains, and vast seas of sand. After crossing thousands of miles of inaccessible wilderness, passing the Caucasus Federation from the frost, and finally crossing the land of Asgard.
Finally, in the distance, the city of steel is already in sight.
Perceiving the dozens of breaths rising above the holy city, Yuan Changqing couldn't help but want to sigh: "Hey, there are so many old guys..." (to be continued.)