The most progenitor of the sword washing pond is rumored to be a farmer, who went up the mountain to chop wood and encountered a pool of spring water.

I thought I had found a beautiful place, so I lived here, chopping wood and trees every day, and finally realized a natural swordsmanship.

Then the apprentices were accepted, and the sect was founded by the apprentices for 500 years, which was calculated in the same period as the founding of the Duan Dynasty, and 200 years earlier than the establishment of the Sword Pavilion.

This is the origin of the sword washing pool in the outside world, as well as the source of the sword washing scripture of the town school.

That's right, washing the sword scripture, the door has always believed that the ancestor was not only wise and foolish, but also realized the will of heaven, so it is called "scripture", not "swordsmanship".

There is also the sword washing scripture is divided into two volumes, the upper volume is the sword casting, and the lower volume is the martial arts.

However, no one carefully investigated how a farmer learned to forge a sword in the first place, and the sword washing pool has never been mentioned.

Along the way, Songguo'er looked around, and felt that this place was really different from the Sword Pavilion, the landscape of the East China Sea was wide open and closed, and the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion was born in the army, so the aesthetics would naturally not be wind and snow.

However, the sword washing pool here is meticulous, one step at a time, there are not many traces of man-made, and there is a feeling of magic in heaven and earth.

But when it comes to the dust and spirit, Songguoer feels that it is still not as good as Qingcheng Mountain.

It didn't take long for Songguo to arrive at the station of their group, and the other fourteen senior brothers and sisters should have already returned, after all, he had no friends and was too lazy to make friends.

Pushing open the chaimen, Songguo'er's eyes softened, and as soon as he saw the chaimen, he could think of the small courtyard where he had lived with his master and sister for seven or eight years.

After taking two steps, Songguo'er suddenly stopped, frowned, and the noise not far away came to her ears.

After walking in, I saw a circle of disciples washing the sword pool gathered outside, and the senior brothers and sisters of the Sword Pavilion gathered together, taking advantage of the absence of Master Zhang San, the two sides scolded loudly.

Breathed a sigh of relief, Songguo'er didn't care much, the two factions had been fighting for the leader of the sword path, and the seniors still knew the cheeks, but the juniors were not necessarily.

Don't think about it, he must have come here to find trouble, this kind of bridge is at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and I don't know how many times I have heard it in the restaurant where Old Man Li is soju, and his ears are calloused.

But when I entered the rivers and lakes, I realized that it has nothing to do with good and evil, and it has nothing to do with sects, and this kind of vulgar and unbearable behavior is simply the truth that has been passed down from generation to generation of young generations across regions.

I still remember who cut down the osmanthus forest outside the courtyard after Master's death?

"Let one, let one, borrow. ”

Songguo'er patted the shoulder of the disciple of the Sword Washing Pool, and with a three-point coldness in her words, she squeezed in like no one.

It wasn't until he stood with the people of the Sword Pavilion that the circle of people outside was stunned for a moment before they found that this kid had just gone in?

The scolding boiled instantly, and the saliva was flying, it was nothing more than Lao Tzu was the first in the world, and you guys were a fart in the sword pool.

And then there is Lao Tzu, the great master who has the first martial arts evaluation, and the head of your Sword Pavilion is only ranked sixth, and even the stargazing Taoist who doesn't know life and death can't compare.

There was a noise in her ears, and Songguo'er frowned and continued to squeeze in, going to bed on time, getting up on time, eating and practicing swords on time.

Songguo'er's behavior in the Sword Pavilion is extremely self-restrained, and coupled with his character, he has the nickname of a wooden man.

"Hey, you're still thinking about sleeping, everyone is stepping on our faces!" said the senior sister, holding Pine Cone's arm, and shouted loudly.

"Senior sister, what do you care about him, a wooden nerd, this is a laborious job, is he here?" said the young man who was taught by Zhang San during the day, although his words were mean, but he was the truth.

"Can you fall asleep?" the senior sister asked Songguo'er with a glare.

Songguo'er was stunned for a moment, broke free from her senior sister's hand, and went back to the house to get her long sword.

The scene was silent for an instant, although the scolding was scolded, but no one on either side really dared to draw a sword and make a move, this is not the rivers and lakes under the mountain, and winning or losing will inevitably be punished.

Songguo'er held the long sword obliquely, leaned against the door frame and looked at the people in the sword washing pool, her eyes indifferent.

The scolding boiled again, who did you scare with a sword, and you should draw your sword early.

The people in the Sword Washing Pond still didn't know the temper of this strange person in the Sword Pavilion, and they saw Songguo'er's long sword unsheathed, not to mention moving forward quickly, the strength was not strong, but the momentum was deep in the essence of the Sword Pavilion, domineering like the tide of the East China Sea.

Li Qinghe's evaluation of him is still pertinent: young but too ruthless, and there is no trace of human affection in his eyes.

While!

With a crisp sound, Songguo'er stepped back quickly, and the long sword almost escaped from his hand, but was held by the Sword Pavilion disciple behind him.

The scene fell silent again, and Zhang San and the middle-aged man stood in the middle with serious expressions.

"Go back to sleep!"

"The end of the sword view is facing the wall in January!"

A farce ended in a hurry, and the two elders confessed to each other and said goodbye.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion returned to the house one after another, and Zhang San stood alone in the courtyard, sighing helplessly, thinking to himself what kind of disciple Li Qinghe had introduced, he didn't count it in his heart? Is this deliberately making things difficult for my Sword Pavilion?

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The big collision did not happen again, but the disciples of the two sides also treated each other coldly on the road, this state belonged exclusively to the Sword Pavilion and the Sword Washing Pool, and there was no other semicolon.

Soon three days passed, and everyone was invited to gather in the back mountain, and the head of the sword washing pool personally went out of the mountain and was speaking in front, and Songguoer was hiding in the back alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Maybe it's because the spring in the back mountain really has aura, and even the air in the whole back mountain is refreshing.

The senior sister who was supposed to be standing at the front secretly ran over and patted Songguo'er on the shoulder, admiring the little junior brother in her eyes.

Just a few days ago, he dared to draw his sword on the spot, which is a long face!

Counting the thumbs, the senior sister of the local of Hanhai City was full of heroism: "Awesome, squirrel! ”

"It's a pine cone. ”

"It's no difference! In the future, I will go back to the Sword Pavilion to report my name, and my senior sister will cover you. ”

Songguoer hugged the sword and bowed her head, thinking about the sword move, but did not speak.

"It's a pity that I heard that the Xue Sword God didn't come back this time, and I didn't see it, but I heard that you know Senior Li Qinghe, can you introduce me?" said the senior sister quietly.

Before Songguo'er could refuse, the head of the sword washing pool in front of her didn't know when he finished speaking, and an earth-shattering voice sounded, followed by an extremely sharp breath.

There is a pool of water in front of the mountain wall, which is the 'pool' of the sword washing pond.

Suddenly, the water boiled but the temperature was not visible, and the rising water column rose into the air and fell into the pool.

The seven sword hilts gradually surfaced, and the sword body was not visible, and the sharp aura became more and more intense, so that the disciple who was not strong only felt that someone was cutting his face.

"I washed the sword pool and forged a whole Jiazi's seven swords, which took three generations of hard work, and this is the weapon of the new generation of Zhenzong that I have sent. ”

"Regent, Thousand Punishments, Spirit Mountain, Chishui ......"

Seven new swords followed the head of the sect one by one, one after another out of the water, swimming on the open space, no one driven, but as if there was a spirit, causing everyone to marvel again and again.

Zhang San, who was standing on the side, sighed, this is to make plans for the future, in terms of disciple strength, the sword washing pool has not been good over the years.

It is impossible for Gu Juchen to live forever, if one day Gu Juchen ascends to the Heavenly Gate, the Sword Washing Pool will rely on these seven swords to compete with the Sword Pavilion.

Originally, they had planned to do so before, but they didn't expect that there would be a snow sword god in the middle.

Zhang San frowned, the sword is used by people, relying on the sword, is it still a swordsman?

The scene was extremely strange for a while, and everyone was amazed, but no one knew that on the top of the mountain not far away, a man with sword eyebrows stood with his back and stretched out his hand towards the seven volley long swords with one hand.

The seven long swords were self-contained, but they trembled unnoticed, without the slightest effect.

"No, no matter how powerful it is, it's a dead thing, why should the head of the sect be persistent, I'm here for Gu Juchen, and I won't be able to hold out another great master in the sword washing pool in a hundred years?"

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"Uncle Shi go slowly!"

Under the mountain road, fifteen disciples of the Sword Pavilion gave them away, and Zhang San left here with fifteen disciples of the Sword Washing Pool.

The ghost knows what the elders think, and it is really hell that they can make such a decision, and each of them will send fifteen people to stay at the other party's mountain gate for three years.

The disciples had different expressions, and reluctantly returned to the mountain, reluctantly accepting their fate to live here for three years.

At night, Songguo'er walked alone on the mountain road, which was actually the most unfair to him, because of Li Qinghe, the master he worshipped was the apprentice of the head of the Sword Pavilion.

This also means that his senior brothers and sisters have been in the beginners for some years, and he hasn't learned anything yet, so he stays in the sword washing pool.

Sighing, Songguo'er sat on a stone, and the introductory cultivation knowledge was in his mind, but who would solve the puzzle?

Listening to the insects that gradually lit up, Songguo'er was stunned, and after a while, she was awakened by a sound of footsteps.

A man with his hands behind his back and a sword-eyed stellar stumble sat beside him.

"How's the view from my Sword Washing Pool?" the man asked with a smile.

"Good. ”

The man nodded: "I heard that you witnessed Li Qinghe's palm breaking the tide?"

Pine Cone looked up and was stunned.

"Who do you think is the best Gu Juchen in the sword pool with me in the future?" The smile in the man's eyes flowed.

Songguo'er thought about it seriously, and said hesitantly: "It should be Senior Li, who is more powerful, and the Snow Sword God will be old in the future." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, shook his head and patted Songguo's shoulder again.

"The lad has a future!"