It was none other than Luo Qingfeng who was speaking at this moment.

Behind him, the four Qingcheng disciples hadn't left yet.

In addition, there were some people nearby who arrived first to prepare for the ancient martial arts event, or chatting and laughing, or whispering.

And the old man looking for the dragon in Luo Qingfeng's mouth is the first generation of the ancestor of the Dragon Hunting Villa.

Although he was very dissatisfied with this person's questioning of Wu Dong, Liu Qinglime was still very interested in the following secrets.

The Liu family is still too weak, so weak that they don't even have the qualifications to participate in this kind of grand event!

In fact, if it weren't for Wu Dong's light and the recommendation of several ancient martial arts families who were good friends, no matter how fast the development was, the Liu family would not be qualified to participate in such a grand event.

So, naturally, there are many things that she can't touch!

But after all, this person is annoying.

He didn't say much about the things he was interested in, and soon he changed his words and sneered: "Remember, the day after tomorrow, the Guwu Festival will open, and I will make you look good......"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the gate of the villa.

After him, the four Qingcheng disciples did the same.

"Remember, my name is Wang Zhiwen!"

"Remember, my name is Cheng Tianya!"

“……”

I'm afraid I won't remember the same, so I'll do it again.

As a result, Wu Dong still didn't remember!

After the four of them left, there was a lot of discussion in the neighborhood, some gloating, and some sympathizing.

Wu Dong didn't feel anything.

Liu Qingling became worried, and frowned: "Wu Dong, is it really good to be a person from the Qingcheng faction like this?"

"Are you afraid?" Wu Dong's eyes were calm.

Liu Qingming shook his head: "A little, I know you are powerful, but in the end, two fists are hard to beat four hands."

The Qingcheng faction is one of the four major factions, with a profound background, masters like clouds, and the intertwined relationship in the ancient martial arts world, if it is really going to be completely evil, I am worried about ......"

"Nothing to worry about!"

"If you know the difficulty, it's okay, otherwise, it's them who should really worry!"

Before Liu Qingling finished speaking, Wu Dong interrupted directly.

Then, he said: "You only told me about the four factions and three sects, and the rest of the two sects and one mansion also talked about ......."

Completely out of sight.

Hearing this, Liu Qinglime sighed, and had no choice but to talk about the situation of the Shuangzong and One Mansion.

When the two of them walked into the villa while talking, in the depths of Longquan Villa, there was a forbidden sword mound.

"Buzz buzz—"

"Buzz buzz—"

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Ten thousand swords in unison, oh my God, what the hell is going on?"

“……”

Sword Shrine, the most confidential and important place in Longquan Villa.

This is a forbidden place, guarded by core disciples all year round, and guarded by core elders, idlers are not allowed to enter.

It's not an open space, it's in the middle of a mountain.

The four walls of the sword mound are hard rock formations, which have taken on a spar-like red color due to the perennial flames.

There are no torches on the four walls, and the huge night pearls embedded on them are connected, like a picture of the starry sky on a summer night, making the whole space look extremely hazy and have a dreamlike beauty.

The focus is still on the sword shrine itself!

The ground as red as lava and the raging flames are such a place, and there are no less than 10,000 hidden swords, each of which is a rare weapon.

In addition, there are countless broken swords, although they are destroyed, they are still sharp.

Under normal circumstances, it should be very quiet here.

Sword Shrine Sword Shrine, as the name suggests, is the burial place of the sword.

It is not only those broken swords that sleep in the sword mound, but also those intact swords, either because they do not meet the master, or because they are too murderous to be released, they all sleep again and do not see the light of day.

But today it's a hell of a life!

For no reason, it was as if the spring thunder woke up everything, and suddenly all the sharp swords in the flames of the sword mound woke up.

Trembling!

The buzz doesn't stop!

As if calling for the master, and as if worshipping the king, it was the first time in their lives that these core elders and disciples guarding the sword shrine had seen such a strange and terrifying scene.

Until a certain moment, the Broken Dragon Stone rose, and the owner of the mountain villa and many elders heard the news......

In the depths of Longquan Villa, waterfalls and flowing springs, water sound soup soup.

Leaning on the deep pool of the waterfall, a grass house through the hall stands outstanding, with a hammer ding dong inside, and sparks are shining.

In the open space outside the house.

"Miss, this is the guest list, please take a look!"

A beauty, dressed in palace clothes, is flourishing, and the green silk is like a waterfall.

The steward of a mountain villa, with white hair, old and strong, and the cuffs of retro clothes clearly bear the unique hammer-shaped mark of Longquan Villa.

The vision of the sword mound has subsided, and everything is back to its original state.

As if nothing had happened, the matter was gag, and not a word was spoken.

It's just that secretly, some speculation and investigation are still ongoing.

The old butler didn't know about this, he just counted the list of guests who had arrived, confirmed that it was correct, and presented it to him.

The woman nodded, took it casually, and said, "Didn't alarm those guests, right?"

The sound is like a yellow bird, crisp and beautiful.

The old housekeeper shook his head and said respectfully: "Miss, please rest assured, the list is all from the elders at the gate of the villa, and it has not directly disturbed the guests......

The woman nodded, but did not speak.

The list is very detailed, with not only the names and genders of the guests, but also their origins, accommodations, and even the exact time of arrival.

After a brief glance, no more questions, and after a few simple words, the housekeeper left, and she turned to enter the grass house.

Caolu, also known as Jianlu.

It looks like a thatched hut, but in fact, it is a legendary place.

This is the place where the successive owners of the villa forged their swords, and for thousands of years, the blades of the gods who have gone out from here are unknown.

In the sword house, the old man is in good spirits.

He was doing the forging, and the powerful and rhythmic percussion came from his hammer.

The woman didn't bother.

Since entering the house, she has stood quietly, looking at the fire and the hammer carefully.

also looked at the old man who was pierced and sweating like rain, but in fact, he was half paralyzed and couldn't even stand up.

It wasn't until half an hour later that there was a "click" that the formed sword embryo shattered......

Silent!

The old man was a little distracted.

It was a long, long time before he put down the hammer and turned his wheelchair away from the fire.

The woman lowered her eyebrows, followed out of the sword-casting room, and then followed to the deep pool behind the sword house.

Her eyes fell on the waterfall and pool, and she was silent for a long time, and the woman suddenly raised her head and smiled: "What's wrong with grandpa today, it seems that he is very restless?"

Don't lie to Nan'er, Nan'er has seen it before, if it weren't for something in her heart, that sword wouldn't have shattered......"

The sky is beautiful, and the smile is overwhelming.

It was the tranquil smile, the warm words, and in an instant, the grass shone brightly, as if the warm spring had arrived early.

The old man smiled, his expression slightly bitter.

After calming down, he didn't respond to these after all, but asked, "Have you checked everything?"

Nan'er nodded, and presented the list with both hands.

The old man took it, his brows furrowed, and he looked at it carefully.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Nan'er was suspicious in her heart and asked, "Grandpa, is it possible that you suspect that today's abnormality in the sword mound is related to the guests who came?"

"It's not a suspicion!" the old man shook his head, his gaze finally reluctant to take off the list, and said, "It must be related to a certain guest who came over."

Nan'er, you remember, every weapon, whether it is a knife or a gun, is alive.

Among them, the sword is the most!

The Swordsman, the King of a Hundred Soldiers, each sword, when it is formed, has its own unique life, character, and even temper.

As forgers, it is often difficult for us to figure out and comprehend, only a true kendo master, only a person who truly understands the sword, can awaken this kind of life and arouse resonance......"

(End of chapter)