Jiayou's Fun

Sword washing pool.

The mist is vast and stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles. Its water is extremely clear in color and extremely cold in nature. It is the source of the clearest and coldest water in Yuanlingtian.

Therefore, by consuming thousands of miles of water from the sword-washing pool and extracting a vat of sword-tempering spring, you can temper a natal spiritual sword worthy of the Supreme Being.

That battle 30,000 years ago has long become a legend.

Xijian Pond, a place that was once a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, has become one of the most scenic spots in Yuan Lingtian.

It is a vast expanse, surrounded by gentle green mountains and hills, with many monasteries and elegant buildings, criss-crossing streets, and large tracts of flowers and trees dotting it, making it look like a paradise.

The cave world that Toutuo and the others wanted to go to was near the Sword Washing Pond.

That is a world that the great powers of Buddhism can open up with the power of a single thought, and only the great powers of Buddhism can open it smoothly with the corresponding Buddhist secret mantras and magical thoughts.

It took Jie Yin Toutuo and the others thousands of years to determine the rules of movement of the world portal.

However, when they tried to open the portal for the first time, they were attacked by a group of experts. They were seriously injured and escaped, which also exposed their purpose here.

Therefore, these days, there are monks with extraordinary magnanimity appearing around the Sword Washing Pond, in the cities and villages.

In the high-altitude clouds, there are also several mountain peaks, dozens of pavilions, and more than a thousand large and small warships circling back and forth.

On the sword-washing pool, there are boats of different sizes and materials, either magnificent or simple and low-key, mixed in with the folk fishing boats.

It seems like everything is calm, but in reality murderous intent lurks.

To the west of the Xijian Pond, there is a city covering hundreds of miles, called "Sword City".

'Sword City' was built on the Sword Washing Pond, and even got its name from the Sword Washing Pond. It is the territory of the 'Sword Sect', the highest ranking sect in Yuan Lingtian. There are hundreds of thousands of master swordsmiths gathered in the city. , millions of good and famous swords are produced every year, and it is a holy place in the hearts of countless swordsmen monks in Yuan Lingtian.

A few days ago, the ambush near the Sword Washing Pond did not affect Sword City.

After all, the number of people participating in that battle was very small, and the Taoist cultivation of both sides was extremely high. The battle was resolved in a few seconds, and all battles were born in overlapping restrictions and barriers, and the area affected by the battle did not exceed ten miles.

Therefore, Sword City is still lively, and these days, it is more lively and noisy than before.

It coincides with Sword City's once-in-a-lifetime 'Sword Fate Festival', which will last for three months. The sword-making masters of Sword City will present the most proud, powerful, and powerful swords they have forged in the past sixty-year period. Please take out the most spiritual sword and let countless kendo monks taste it one by one.

People and swords are bonded, swords and people are bonded, people and sword gate are bonded!

Ordinary monks would take this opportunity to come to Sword City and pay a lot of money for a sharp weapon to protect themselves.

Those who have kendo qualifications and are confident in their kendo skills will spend a lot of money to buy a ticket to go to a sword-forging master's private house and ask about fate with the sword forged by the master to see if they can win back a magic weapon. Treasure.

And those monks with excellent qualifications and innocent backgrounds not only want to get a magical weapon at this grand event, but also want to stand out and let the famous elders of the Sword Sect see their qualifications and talents, reach the sky in one step, and worship them. A disciple of a certain powerful master in Jianmen.

In the void, streaks of sword light danced vertically and horizontally.

On the ground, every swordsman looked proud.

The streets and alleys were full of sword cultivators walking around in the cold air.

In the tavern and inn, countless swordsman monks were gesticulating and making loud noises. Their swords were flying freely as they talked, and their swords were soaring into the sky.

In previous years' Sword Fate Festival, whenever Yuan Lingtian's swordsman monks came from all directions to Sword City, other types of monks, regardless of pills, formations, talismans, Gu, and all kinds of monks who practiced the Dharma lineage, would retreat for hundreds of thousands of miles. , for fear of running into this group of sword madmen who disagree with each other and draw swords at each other.

But this year...

Because of the battle a few days ago, there were many masters with obscure auras in Sword City. They swaggered around in the company of swordsman masters, and from time to time they had various frictions and conflicts with some swordsmen monks.

In the southeast corner of Sword City, on a small peninsula, in a pavilion near the water, a group of monks with robes and high crowns and extraordinary bearing were sitting leaning on the railing.

In the center was an old man who was about two feet tall, with hair as bright as fire, and two arms as thick as an ordinary person's waist. His body was filled with the smell of heat and burnt metal. With a solemn expression, he gently took out a handle from an iron box. Nine-foot long sword.

The sword is nine feet long and one palm wide, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing and its color is like autumn water.

The long sword had just been taken out, and there was no abnormality at all. However, the old man's right index finger flicked on the sword, and suddenly there was a sword cry as high as the clouds. Thousands of dense sword intentions suddenly swept around, and in the sound of "chichi", the waterside pavilion The water in the sword-washing pool outside suddenly split into thousands of extremely fine and deep water marks.

Around the waterside pavilion, countless flowers, plants and trees shattered into pieces and exploded into puffs of colorful mist.

In the water pavilion, all the monks applauded and praised: "Good sword, good sword!"

The old man with thick arms put his hands on his hips and bowed solemnly to the young man and woman sitting in the main seat: "This is a sword embryo that I got by chance and spent thirty-three years to get from heaven and earth. Combined with countless rare materials and carefully forged, the 'Hundred Flowers Kill' means 'the golden wind is bleak and the flowers are colorless'... With one strike of the sword, murderous intent fills the world, annihilating all the opportunities of the hundred flowers."

"Please also invite Shaozong and Mr. Yin to taste it."

The old man smiled naively and stuttered a little when speaking.

Obviously, this is a pure technical otaku who is not used to some scene activities.

But among today's guests, there is one whose identity is really scary. Even if he is a carefree person, even if he is one of the top ten master craftsmen among the countless swordsmiths in Sword City, he still has to serve him carefully. .

The youngest daughter of the contemporary headmaster of Jianmen surpassed all her brothers and sisters at a young age and was confirmed as the next headmaster of Jianmen. She also gained the support of all the supreme masters and elders of Jianmen, as well as the major clans within Jianmen. , the heads of factions unanimously supported it.

Sitting on the main seat, she is tall and dressed in male attire, but she also applied rouge and gouache, not concealing her identity as a woman. The young master of the Jianmen Sect Bai Yuan (yuan, meaning big turtle!!!) yawned, glanced sideways at Baihuasha, and nodded lightly: "This sword is a bit interesting, but... it doesn't seem to suit me. The temperament!”

All the monks in the waterside pavilion laughed one after another. An old man with white hair and white beard, eyes like stars, and a strange charm that transcended the world and the world. At first glance, he looked like a distinguished man and said with a smile: "Young Master. What he said is absolutely true, Shaozong is a man of heaven, a person destined to attain immortality. The quality of Baihuasha has also been worked hard by Huo Yuan. Among acquired spiritual treasures, it is also of the highest quality... But How can I be worthy of Shaozong?"

All the monks agreed, saying that what the 'Old Man from the Heavenly Book' said was very reasonable.

The Huoyuan swordsman laughed awkwardly, and rubbed it vigorously with his two rough hands, staring straight at his proud work without daring to say a word.

The white turtle chuckled. She crossed her legs, took a green brocaded fruit from the fruit plate held by the maid next to her, peeled it off, and carefully fed it to the man sitting next to her. He is a tall and handsome young man with a handsome appearance, but there is an aura of playfulness in his bones.

The young man also yawned lazily, opened his mouth, took the fruit that the white turtle had fed to his mouth, chewed it twice randomly, spit out the core, swallowed the pulp in one gulp, and put his right hand down rudely. On Bai Yu's knees, he gently rubbed them in front of many people.

In the waterside pavilion, a group of top monks in Yuan Lingtian turned their heads, pretending not to see what the young master named Yin did.

It is not their turn to discipline the young sects of Jianmen.

The matter between Shaozong and her friends... Unless her father personally intervenes, who would dare to whisper?

Mr. Yin picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Xiao Bai, this sword is too big, too powerful and domineering, and it is far different from your gentle and gentle temperament... But don't you think , this sword is barely good enough, is it worthy of me?"

Mr. Yin stood up, walked back and forth in front of the white turtle with his head held high, then grabbed Baihuasha and hung it on his belt.

Mr. Yin is over ten feet tall and has a rather majestic figure. This sword is nine feet long. When fitted to him, it brings out a bit of the majesty of a wise man.

Bai Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Not bad, not bad, really good...Brother Yin is indeed very powerful with this sword. Okay, I will accept this sword...You, you, What's it called? Fire, Fire, Fire Kite? How much do you want to sell this sword for?"

Huoyuan Sword Master's face turned red, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched.

In Sword City, with his status and seniority, every sword he owns cannot be measured by money.

But... Sword City is the territory of Jianmen. Ninety-nine percent of the swordsmiths in Sword City are affiliated with Jianmen... Bai Yuan's words were a bit insulting, and he treated Huo Yuan like a small businessman. But what can he do?

After coughing dryly, Swordsman Huoyuan forced out a smile: "As long as the young master is happy, what is the matter without money? This is a little bit of my thoughts!"

Bai Yuan glanced sideways at Huo Yuan Swordsman, nodded, and said calmly: "That's fine, I accept this offer. It shows that you have not lived such a long life in vain, and you are a filial piety person."

"Hehe" laughed, Bai Yuan threw away the Fire Kite Sword Master, and pointed at Mr. Tianshu who just spoke.

"This small gathering, sword tasting is just a side event. Mr. Tianshu, I specially asked someone to come to you... You are one of the top three fortune tellers in Yuan Lingtian. You can predict heavenly secrets, tell fortunes, and read Feng Shui. It is said that Are you not proficient in anything?"

"Here, let me see, are Brother Yin and I a perfect match? Are we made for each other? Haha... I don't know why, but the first time I saw Brother Yin, I felt like I owed him everything in my previous life, hey, I like him so much!"

An extremely sharp murderous look flashed in Bai Yu's eyes, and he stared straight at Mr. Tianshu, who had a dull look on his face.

"Brother Yin and I must, must, definitely be destined to be a good match, right?"

He once accurately predicted the actions of Jie Yin Toutuo and other Mahakala's great masters, allowing a group of sect masters to accurately ambush Jie Yin Toutuo and his party in the Sword Washing Pond. Mr. Tianshu's fortune telling ability was definitely among the best in Yuan Lingtian. He was stiff, and countless cold sweats broke out from his back.