The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 261: Excalibur Villa
After a while, Ahua woke up and transformed into a human form again, but he burst into tears.
"Ahua, what's the matter?" Zhang Ye asked.
A Hua wiped her tears away, and was silent for a long time: "According to the method you said, I opened the Ancestral Dragon inheritance, but it seems to be going through a test and I failed."
A Hua can't cry because of failure, there must be other reasons. Zhang Ye hasn't asked yet, A Hua has already talked about it.
"I seem to have entered a dreamland. I saw Princess Jinning and my unborn child." A Hua's eyes were a bit painful. The Princess Jinning was A Hua's former wife, A Hua continued. "Although, I know those are fake, but I don’t want to wake up, because I think, even if it’s a dream, I want to stay with the princess and my child for a while."
A Hua’s face recalled happiness: "Zhang Ye, I named my unborn child Huamanlou. I taught him horse riding and archery..."
"Gradually, I don't know how many years have passed, I almost forget that this is a dream." Ahua's expression became painful again, "Until one day, the dynasty came to a cultivator of Xuanji Pavilion. Shangxuan Taoist."
Speaking of this, Ahua gritted her teeth: "Although in the dream, the Shangxuan Taoist did not see through my identity, but I hate it. If it weren't for the Shangxuan Taoist, my wife and children would have really lived through Such a life, so I chose to kill him."
"Unfortunately, in the dream, I was just a monk who transformed into the gods. Which is the opponent of the Shangxuan Taoist, I was killed, so I woke up."
A Hua hated the sky. She was killed by one person twice in a row. No one was reconciled. Zhang Ye has a deep understanding.
A Hua couldn't restrain her grief again. She cried with her headache. Zhang Ye didn't speak. It's better for him to come out on his own for this kind of thing. It's useless for others to say anything.
It took another while before Ahua returned to normal. He said to Zhang Ye: "I'm sorry, I'm lost."
"It's okay, it's human." Zhang Ye patted him on the shoulder.
A Hua wiped away her tears, looked at the Ancestral Dragon’s Fang, and said: "Zhang Ye, that dream is the test of the Ancestral Dragon’s Fang. As for how to pass the test, I don’t know, I only know that if I fail, I can’t The inheritance is opened again."
"That's it..." Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, "I'll try it."
"Wait a minute." Ahua stopped Zhang Ye, "I remind you, that dream is really too real. The more you get to the back, the more difficult it is to extricate yourself. If I hadn't been killed by the Shangxuan Taoist, I'm afraid, I will always I can't get out anymore."
This is by no means alarmist. Judging from the way Ahua woke up and cried, dreams are indeed more real than reality.
However, no matter how dangerous Zhang Ye is, he can only try. Having the dragon army to assist the ascent platform does not mean the ultimate victory. Heaven and human are just a sword hanging over the head, and there must be a means to fight against Heaven and human. Therefore, Zhang Ye must obtain the Fang of Ancestral Dragon.
"Ahua, Wanxian League is already at war with the Ascension Platform camp. We are divided into two groups. You will take the Sihailong Clan to support the Ascension Platform camp first. I am responsible for finding a way to get the Ancestral Dragon Fang."
From the description of Ahua, it would be impossible to obtain the inheritance of Ancestral Dragon for a while. Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and made such a decision.
Although Ahua wants to accompany Zhang Ye, the war is urgent, and the reinforcements of the Four Seas Dragon Clan need to be brought to the ascending platform camp by Ahua himself, otherwise Han Linger and Murong Hongzhuang cannot trust the Dragon Clan.
"Okay, Zhang Ye, be careful in everything." Anyway, the test will not be life-threatening. A Hua said some of her own experience, and then left from the Dragon Emperor Treasury, leading the Four Seas Dragon Clan, and cultivating the Continent.
By the way, the Sihailong clan was preparing to attack the Cultivation Continent, and the army has already been assembled. Now it is just changing the target and assisting the Ascended Platform camp, so it can send troops quickly.
On the bottom of the Dragon Emperor’s Treasury, only Zhang Ye and Nazulong Fang are left. Zhang Ye didn't dare to open the inheritance easily, because there was only one chance. So he is going to try one thing, how about refining the teeth of the Ancestral Dragon into a magic weapon?
Unfortunately, as Zhang Ye had expected, the Fang of Ancestral Dragon was similar to the Soul Suppression Pillar, and could not be smelted by the real fire of the three flavors. These things did not belong to this world, and the real fire of the three flavors could not help it.
Zhang Ye had no choice but to behave properly, sitting in front of the Ancestral Dragon’s Fang, and began to recite the mantra to open the Ancestral Dragon’s inheritance.
The fangs of the Ancestral Dragon, trembling slightly, making a buzzing sound, golden light masterpiece.
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There used to be a mountain, which was not high, but the vegetation was lush, and the spirits were beautiful. In the morning, the mist lingers like a white dragon; at night, the sun shines like a brocade.
There is a manor on the mountain. The manor is not big. There are a few small houses, neat and clean, with an antique style, and the sound of piano and cranes from time to time. In the courtyard of the manor, there is a sign hanging on the sign—Excalibur Villa.
This day, on the first day of the new year, martial arts heroes, princes and nobles, with servants and luggage, are bustling with hundreds of people climbing the mountain. The mountain road was winding, and only someone said: "I have been here several times, every time I don't see Master Zhang's shadow."
"What are you? Since Master Zhang inherited the Excalibur Villa, I went up the mountain to ask for a sword on the first day of every month. I only met Master Zhang once."
"Let’s say a few words, Master Zhang likes to be clean. If we disturb the peace in the mountains and one is unhappy, maybe we will thank you behind closed doors."
"What Xiongtai said is quite true!"
Whether it is a friend or an old enemy, the road to Excalibur Villa is peaceful and harmonious.
"Husband, how long is this, are you still sleeping?"
"Hehe, Dad is a slacker!"
"Aye, I'm a dad now, I don't have a dad at all!"
……
Zhang Ye opened his eyes and looked at these people in front of him with a trace of confusion.
Han Ling'er, Su Jin, Murong Hongzhuang, three fairy wives are slim. Su Jin dressed in Tsing Yi, ethereal and elegant; Han Ling'er dressed in white, gentle and pleasant; Murong red makeup and red dress like flowers, generous and intellectual.
Daughter Zhang Ruhua has grown a few years old and has become a seven or eight-year-old girl, just as good-looking as her mothers.
Zhang Ye's parents were also there, and his mother was nagging about trivial matters as usual, and his father was holding the cigarette pot and vomiting deeply.
Zhang Ye quickly concealed the strangeness in his eyes, stretched his waist, and got up with a grin: "Daddy, a few ladies, painting, so many people wake me up every day, it's so embarrassing!"
"You still know how embarrassed? The Excalibur Villa casts swords on the first day of every month. Come to you, don't you break the ancestral rules!" Zhang Ye's father flushed with anger.
Zhang Ye is the contemporary heir of the martial arts family of Shenjian Villa. He has practiced peerless sword-making skills. The world is eager for people. Even the **** thrown by Shenjian Villa has been looted by countless people.
Although Zhang Ye was scolded by his father, he felt that he was so happy. His parents were alive, his wife was a beautiful concubine, and the little girl was lovely. The world admired him. Can he be unhappy? It's a far cry from the self in the dream.
In the past few years, Zhang Ye will have a dream, and it is a continuous dream. He dreamed that he opened a blacksmith shop in the realm of comprehension, called the magic blacksmith shop. Both his parents died. With the forging system, he counterattacked and revenge...
With the help of three beautiful and beautiful wives, Zhang Ye finished freshening up and put on the black robe representing the owner of the Excalibur Villa. Today is the day of the first day of the new year, it is the day of Kaizhuang to make swords, so you can't be sloppy.
Zhang Ye looked at Su Jin, in her dream, she was a banished immortal in the sky; Zhang Ye looked at Han Ling'er again, in her dream it seemed to be the supreme demon; As for Murong Hongzhuang, a demon saint. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye chuckles and laughs, what an absurd dream.
"Don't laugh, the owner has to look like the owner." A few fairy wives groaned, with a variety of styles, and Zhang Ye was teased out of it.
"The ladies learned the right thing." Zhang Ye straightened his clothes, and walked to the front hall with a majestic manner. There was already crowded with heroes seeking swords and various forces.
Hua'er wanted to go with Zhang Ye, but her biological mother Murong Hongzhuang scolded him, but Zhang Ye grabbed Hua'er's little hand: "It's okay, just let Hua'er follow me."
"You, you just spoil her too much." Murong Hongzhuang covered her mouth with a smile.
The painting was led by Zhang Ye. When there was no one around, she said: "Daddy, where is your strange dream now? I really want to hear it."
The strange dream of Zhang Ye was only told to the paintings, and the paintings were listened to as a story, chasing Zhang Ye every day, and if I didn't hear it any day, I would feel uncomfortable. Even if today is the day when Zhang Ye Kaizhuang casts swords on the first day of the new year, she will pester Zhang Ye.
How can Zhang Ye not know the reason why this little clever ghost followed him? He recalled for a moment and said: "Speaking of the East China Sea Dragon Emperor, he refused to assist Zhang Ye, but put him under house arrest in the East China Sea Dragon City..."
After talking for a while, Zhang Ye came to the front hall, and the heroes and various factions stood up one after another, bowed their hands, and called them "Master Zhang" and "Zhang Zhuangzhu". Although they were messy, they were surprisingly neat.
Zhang Ye did not greet the martial arts heroes, but first said to the painting: "I will talk about it first, and I will talk to you after Dad is finished."
The painting also recalled that in the scene of "Zhang Ye destroying the East China Sea Dragon City and playing with the East China Dragon Emperor", she couldn't wait to know the next thing, but she was obedient and knew that Zhang Ye was going to do business, so she ordered Nodding: "Daddy has worked hard."
Zhang Ye smiled and touched the head of the painting, before he looked at the martial arts heroes, with a face, the previous moment was the spring sun. At this moment, it was as cold as the ice of the twelfth lunar month: "Three swords." /
The three swords are not a whisper, but the number of swords that have been cast in the village this month.
The people asking for swords are bustling with hustle and bustle, and there are hundreds of them. Zhang Ye only casts three swords, and most people are destined to return empty-handed.
However, no one dared to do it again~IndoMTL.com~ not only because of the desire of Excalibur Villa, but the most important thing is that the owner of Excalibur Villa is the world's number one swordsman.
Because only the person who knows the sword best can forge the magic sword.
The martial arts heroes took out their treasures one after another, in order to favor Zhang Ye.
By the way, the Excalibur Villa is never short of money, so Zhang Ye has not clearly stipulated the reward for making swords.
Zhang Ye used to build a magic sword because of a golden mountain, and also built a magic sword because of taking in a puppy. He was without him.
What is Zhang Ye's mood today? No one knows, but the martial arts heroes have hopes on their faces, and they only ask for what they donate to enter the eyes of Master Zhang.
Zhang Ye was not too satisfied, so he picked three things at random.
The selected person looks ecstatic, even more excited than the champion and No. 1; the person who is not selected is like a concubine.
"Within three days, the divine sword will be made, and it will naturally be delivered to you, please go back." In this way, the opening of the first year of the new year, the opening of the sword, the curtain came to an end.
Even the princes and nobles did not dare to stay too much. He respectfully paid a respect, and walked quietly down the mountain just like when he came.
After waiting for the people to leave, Zhang Ye's face melted and the snow melted. He sat down, holding the painting, and continued telling the story.
"Speaking of the dragon emperor, he was so embarrassed that he was so anxious that he cried, naturally what Zhang Ye said..."
"Zhang Ye and Ahua entered the bottom of the Dragon Emperor's Treasury, and a three-foot-long ancestral dragon tooth stood in it..." Zhang Ye stopped at this point.
"Daddy, what is so extraordinary about the Fang of the Ancestral Dragon? Did Zhang Ye get the Fang of the Ancestral Dragon?" The painting was fascinated by it, and urged dissatisfiedly.
Zhang Ye looked in pain, and muttered: "The fangs of the ancestors, the fangs of the ancestors, the fangs of the ancestors!"
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