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Some people want to refine the Qi Luck Artifact, and some people are looking for the Nine Ancestors' Qi Luck Artifact.

Ever since the news spread that Jin Zu's luck artifact was a sword at that Huangquan auction meeting, the monks of the Venus Domain began to go crazy, looking for this so-called sword everywhere!

Some well-informed monks already knew that since the Venus Domain now had nine star monks in charge, then the Jin Ancestor's luck artifact must be somewhere in the Venus Domain.

In order to find this sword, all the cultivators went to the stars and mysterious places.

This sword may already have an owner.

But for some reason, some monks in the Venus Domain just felt that it was still an ownerless thing, and even felt that there was some kind of unspeakable sound of sword chanting between heaven and earth, which began to be born from a certain moment, and it sounded in everyone's minds like a real illusion, calling them to find this sword.

Among these many monks, including Gu Zhong, including Wu Quan, including Broken Thorns, including the sea storm, and also including the long-lost General Li...... There are many more gifted monks.

It seems that no matter what kind of heart is, no one can resist the temptation of the luck artifact, and perhaps the luck artifact of Jin Zu is also looking for its next owner through such a temptation.

......

Venus Domain, First-Class Star, Celestial Star!

On this star, the resources of cultivation are quite barren.

If the resources are poor, the wind of cultivation will inevitably not prosper, and if the wind of cultivation is not prosperous, the civilization of cultivating truth will inevitably not prosper.

In this way, even if anyone has the best understanding, it will be due to the lack of inheritance itself. It is difficult to cultivate to a high and profound realm. Therefore, to be able to produce one or two Monk Detachment is quite remarkable.

In such a situation, the most prosperous thing on Tianyao Star is not the wind of cultivation, but the wind of martial arts in the world.

On this day, a white sword light. From the clouds.

Above the sword light, there were two figures, one of them was a blue-robed young man in his early thirties, with an ordinary appearance, and his skin was even sickly waxy yellow, but he was holding a long sword that was almost five feet long, and he was standing on the sword light with a big grin, which was unexpectedly full of a majestic and ancient posture. Like the most peerless sword immortal.

This person is tall, but a pair of hands holding a sword, but more slender and slender than ordinary people, two deep and abnormal eyes, there is a faint broken golden rays flickering, look closely, the golden rays have swayed into countless gossamer-like sword qi, people dare not look directly.

This person is none other than Gu Zhong. Gu has always been in the realm of the starry sky period now, as for how many small caves have been opened up. I don't know, maybe I have been left behind by Ye Bai.

Behind him, there stood a sackcloth boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin figure and beautiful eyebrows, who seemed to be a mortal. When he stood on the sword, his legs trembled, and he clung to Gu Yi's clothes for fear of falling.

But a pair of eyes are looking straight down. He was shocked and curious about a world he had never looked at from the sky.

After a while, the sword light fell on a dense forest under a large mountain.

The sword light under the feet of the second step, like an illusory thing, dispersed into clouds and smoke.

Mai Boy staggered a few steps, yet to wake up from the shock.

Gu always turned his head to look at him, and said with a gentle smile: "Go, say goodbye to the friends in your gang, I will wait here until the evening, and I will not divulge your affairs." ”

"Old ...... Teacher...... It really can't be ...... Will you take my friends from the gang as well?"

After the Mai boy woke up with a shock, he said with some pleading.

"Don't be verbose!"

Gu always said with a pale face: "No fate is no fate, go and get a worldly relationship and cultivate with me, otherwise this master-apprentice relationship between you and me will be severed!"

“...... Yes, Teacher!"

After the Mai boy gritted his teeth, he saluted, and finally walked towards the mountain.

Gu always watched the Mai boy drift away, his eyes flashed with a soft color, he took out a pot of wine, took a sip, and said to himself: "This trip, although I didn't find Jin Zu's luck artifact, I can be content to find such a disciple to inherit." ”

......

The mountain is four or five hundred zhang high, and it has no name, because it is entrenched in a mortal martial arts sect called the Black Tiger Gang, so it is called the Black Tiger Mountain.

Mai Boy's name is Wu Yiyang, an orphan, who was taken up the mountain by the heroes of the Black Tiger Gang and made the most insignificant handyman.

It was difficult to go out of the mountain, but Gu always took a fancy to him who was passing by, and accepted him as a disciple, ushering in the biggest turning point in ordinary times. (Could it be that he is the horn of Allah?~0~)

After going up the mountain and entering the gang, I went to pack up my things first, speaking of which, it was a few worthless clothes, as well as a few books that I liked to read in my spare time, Xianlu Spring and Autumn or something......

Say goodbye to a few friends who have made friends, these friends are also miscellaneous little guys, Wu Yiyang is also clever, he doesn't mention going to cultivate immortals, he only says that he wants to go back to his hometown to pay tribute recently, and he has asked for leave with the steward, and the return date is uncertain.

A few other little guys told him to pay attention to safety, and nothing else.

After saying goodbye to a few small people, Wu Yiyang walked towards a small valley in the mountains.

Although the Black Tiger Gang is not an evil sect, there are not many kung fu gangs, and they will make friends with him as a miscellaneous guy, and the one who usually takes care of him is Duan Jiu, who is responsible for forging weapons in the gang.

Ding Ding Ding -

Before entering the valley, the sound of gold and iron clashing was heard, coming from the valley, accompanied by the sound of a gurgling stream.

Wu Yiyang unconsciously quickened his pace a little, and after a while, he entered the valley, only to see a middle-aged man with a shirtless and dark complexion, hammering the fiery red knife-like iron that had just come out of the oven one by one.

The middle-aged man has a big waist and a round waist, a leopard head and eyes, and a lot of fire scars on his naked upper body, which looks a little hideous.

After Wu Yiyang approached, he didn't bother, and stared at it.

In his mind, this Uncle Duan Jiu took care of him quite a lot. He is a respectable person.

Ding Ding Ding -

The sound of hitting did not stop, and it was not until the tea was passed before it finally fell.

Snort-

The sound of cooling sounded, the white mist steamed, and Duan Jiu stuffed the long knife into the spring water that had been prepared long ago.

"Boy, don't you have to do chores today? Beware of those guys breaking your legs. In our Black Tiger Gang, we don't raise idlers!"

Duan Jiu picked up the cloth towel next to him, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with an evil smile, looking at Wu Yiyang's gaze was gentle and abnormal.

Wu Yiyang smiled and said, "Uncle Nine, I came here to say goodbye to you. ”

"Where are you going?"

Duan Jiu was stunned.

Wu Yiyang said: "Go back to your hometown and pay tribute to your father." ”

Duan Jiu said, "This is a trivial matter. After the report, I went away, and it wasn't that I didn't come back, so why say goodbye to me. ”

Wu Yiyang smiled slightly, not daring to say more about Gu Yiyang.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

Wu Yiyang suddenly didn't know what to say, since he met Gu Zhong, he seemed to have opened a new door, and he felt that he was a little different.

Duan Jiu saw that he didn't leave. His eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "Boy." Is there a shortage of money again? Your ninth uncle's money for selling his life is still kept to take his daughter-in-law, don't come to beat my idea!"

"Uncle Nine misunderstood, I didn't mean that. ”

Wu Yiyang hurriedly waved his hand, even more embarrassed.

After Duan Jiu glanced at him, he shook his head a little helplessly. Wei Yi groaned, walked into the room, and after more than a dozen breaths, he walked out again, threw a cloth bag and said, "That's it." If you don't have any more, take it with you on the road and burn a little more paper money for your father and mother, but if you let Lao Tzu know that you use it to buy wine and drink, you will definitely break your legs!"

At the end of the words, there was a bit of majesty.

When Wu Yiyang heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red.

He thought that he was going to be different, but Duan Jiu's action instantly moved him beyond words, holding the cloth bag in his hand and unable to speak.

"What are you doing, do you still have to cry and cry, don't let me see this cowardly look!"

Duan Jiu said with a straight face, obviously a cold-faced and hot-hearted man.

When Wu Yiyang heard this, he struggled inwardly for a while, touched the tears from the corners of his eyes, and stuffed the cloth bag into his chest.

"That's what it sounds like. ”

Duan Jiu said lightly.

After the two talked for a few more words, their eyes turned, Wu Yiyang looked in the direction of the room, as if he had evoked a long-lost doubt, and asked, "Uncle Jiu, there is one thing I always want to ask you." ”

"Say!"

Wu Yiyang said: "What's the matter with the sword inserted in the boulder in your room, why is it inserted in the stone after it is created?"

Hearing this question, Duan Jiu's eyes became slightly complicated, and he said in a deep voice: "That sword was not created by me, but was originally inserted in that stone, and I dug it out of the mountains when I was looking for iron ore. ”

Wu Yiyang, oh ran.

Duan Jiu glanced at him, and said again: "Boy, you'd better not come to fight my idea of this sword, that's my baby." ”

Wu Yiyang didn't even dare to say it, but he was a little angry in his heart, and said in his heart I am about to cultivate immortals and ask, how can I beat you with the idea of a strange sword.

Seeing that Duan Jiu was reluctant to say more about the sword, Wu Yiyang changed the topic, and after chatting a few more words, he said goodbye and left.

Duan Jiu only thought that he had only gone home once, and there was no sadness, and after he left the valley, he walked into the house.

The room was littered with swords and spears, many of which were rusty, and the most strange thing was that in the corner of the room, there was a half-man-high, irregularly shaped cyan boulder, into which a sword was inserted, revealing only a jet-black hilt.

Duan Jiu stared at this sword in the stone, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face was solemn.

Since he got this sword in the stone, he tried I don't know how many times, but he couldn't pull it out, and then he dreamed of a piece of blood more often, and his heart concluded that this sword might be an ominous thing, and he wanted to throw this sword away, but he thought that if someone else got it, wouldn't it hurt others, but he still stayed by his side.

This man is also a kind-hearted man, even though he is only an iron striker in a small gang.

"Once the hero draws his sword, it will be another ten years of calamity. That's it, if you can't pull it out, you can't pull it out. ”

Duan Jiu stared for a moment, sighed in his heart, turned around and went out, and continued to strike iron.

......

After descending the mountain, Wu Yiyang found Gu Yiyang.

Gu Yi rubbed Wu Yiyang's head and said, "You, Uncle Duan Jiu, have a good heart, but your fate is over, let's go." ”

The sword rose again, and floated away with Wu Yiyang.

The things on the mountain, Gu Cheng naturally saw it clearly with his divine sense, and even saw the sword in the stone, but the breath of this sword was just a magic weapon used by ordinary Zhujin Dan monks, how could a character like Gu always pull his face down and grab a mortal's magic weapon?

A drink and a peck, like heaven!

In Gu Cheng's cultivation career, the biggest immortal fate passed by him like this.

Who's next? (To be continued......)