In the mountains far away from the Burial Sword Valley, Zhang Mingxin sat on the ground, constantly sharpening the black strange sword in his hand.

If it weren't for the admiration in his master's heart, Zhang Mingxin would have thrown the black broken sword in his hand into the mountain.

Turning his head to look at the dead wood that had fallen to the ground with all the branches, he threw away the black strange sword in annoyance, kicked the full wood in anger, crossed his legs, and began to meditate.

The previous iron sword, Zhang Mingxin's second day, was sharpened, and even so, he couldn't cut down an endless branch.

This black broken sword, without a blade, even the tip of the sword seems to be broken, Zhang Mingxin has been grinding for a full hour, and I don't know what this black strange sword is forged with, without any damage, no wonder Zhang Mingxin is angry in his heart.

The sixth senior brother didn't find the wind, he didn't say a word on the way here, and when he arrived here, he told Zhang Mingxin to cut wood here, and then walked to the depths of the mountain, and did not return for more than an hour.

After a week of cultivation, Zhang Mingxin's body burned again, exhaling turbidity, Zhang Mingxin sighed, stood up, and looked around for the black strange sword.

Even the firewood knife he brought from the wooden house in Huming Village is better than this black strange sword.

The strange sword is so black that it is easy to find, Zhang Mingxin found it from a newly grown tender grass, looking at the forest on the ground, and this tender grass, Zhang Mingxin's heart was slightly wider.

Although it has entered spring, the mountains near the Burial Sword Valley are still covered in silver, and although there is little snow on the ground, there is mostly mud, and it is difficult to see vegetation.

Zhang Mingxin squatted down and played with the tender grass, the tender grass was light green, as if it had just been born from jointing, and Zhang Mingxin couldn't recognize the name of the grass.

A tender grass was touched by Zhang Mingxin, and all of them crackled and began to joint, and several new grasses also grew next to it.

Zhang Mingxin was surprised in his heart, it was the mountain poison mushroom, and he had never seen it grow so fast, and in a moment, a few young grasses were pulled up a few knots, and the new grass grew as tall as the previous young grass.

Again, a ball of tender grass grows taller, and there are new young grasses growing taller together, crackling sound is endless, the tender grass seems to be glued together with each other, slowly the grass knots are gone, close and seamless, straight to a height of several zhang, open branches and leaves, into trees.

"Not all the wood!" Zhang Mingxin was so frightened that he stepped back and stood up, wondering in his heart.

The wood was originally a clump of grass, section by section, moving and growing, and became a tree.

Zhang Ming thought about what he had just seen, looked at the newly grown tree in front of him for a long time, and reached out to touch the trunk of the tree, thoughtfully. This tree is tall and short, similar to other endless trees, with strong branches and leaves on its trunk, and no grass at all.

For a long time, according to his memory, Zhang Mingxin raised the black sword in his hand and slashed it down, but it bounced away with a "bang".

Zhang Ming was silent, and stared at the bad wood again.

When he raised his hand again, a very small sound came from the side, Zhang Mingxin turned his head, and saw a small white shadow flashing into a huge tree, and the wooden pot on the ground was gone, and Zhang Mingxin turned around and chased it.

The white shadow was scurrying wildly, the wind was like a gust, Zhang Mingxin couldn't catch up and was tired, Zhang Mingxin slowed down, the white shadow felt it, but it was running up a small slope, turning around.

A pair of black spiritual eyes flowed, staring at Zhang Mingxin, snow-white, with a long fluffy tail. Zhang Mingxin stopped and smiled: "There are foxes here too!" ”

The white fox pulled out the wooden stopper, drank a sip of the water slurry in the wooden pot, hissed, threw the wooden pot down, ran to the side, kept combing his beard with his paws, and peeked at Zhang Mingxin from time to time.

Zhang Mingxin walked by and picked up the wooden pot, poured a lot of wine in his heartache, looked at the white fox nearby, a kind of sadness rose in his heart, slowly squatted down, and stretched out his hand to greet the white fox.

The white fox slowly walked one paw at a time, walked a few steps and stopped two steps, vigilant in his eyes, and finally walked to Zhang Mingxin's men.

"It's a pity that there are no small beasts in these mountains, otherwise you will roast some meat to eat, you will also be like the thief in Huqi Mountain, you like to eat meat." Zhang Mingxin smiled on his face, gently stroked the fur of the white fox, and Xiao Sheng said, "Hey, it's not right! Ah! ”

The white fox raised his head like lightning, and his fangs gritted on Zhang Mingxin's index finger, causing Zhang Mingxin to scream in pain, and after the white fox struck, he ran away without a trace in a few strokes.

Zhang Mingxin looked at the bitten finger, there was no blood, and he was confused: "The sixth senior brother said that there is not a single insect in the Burial Sword Valley, how can there be a fox?" It is very similar to the thief in Huqi Mountain. ”

After leaving Huming Village for a few months, seeing the white fox, Zhang Mingxin felt lost in his heart, thinking of the villagers of Huming Village, the abyss strange lake, the little beast barbecue, and the sister in white......

The heart of a child changes very quickly, and after a short time, Zhang Mingxin stood in front of the newly grown endless tree, staring at the endless wood, as if he was in a fixed state, and his eyes did not even blink.

After homesickness, the mood is clear. Looking at the trees, Zhang Mingxin only thought about the trees in front of him, and his eyes, heart, and gods were all trees.

Finally, when I get tired of watching, I close my eyes.

The heavens and the earth are dark, and only the shadows of the trees remain.

In the dark, Zhang Mingxin saw the tree more clearly, how the wood grains should go, how to bend, and how to match.

Zhang Mingxin closed his eyes, raised the black sword, and slashed it down with one sword.

"Boom."

"I think I saw it." However, the black sword was still bounced off. When I opened my eyes, the trees were still undamaged.

Then I closed my eyes, and there was only darkness.

"Hey, the cut is wrong, just come again." Zhang Mingxin's eyes widened again, staring at the trees in front of him.

After a while, he closed his eyes again, but it was still just darkness.

The Tao is born from the heart, the heart has thoughts, and the Tao must not be the Tao.

After several times, Zhang Mingxin deliberately closed his eyes, and there was no longer a talent.

Until the sixth senior brother walked out of the depths of the mountain, the day was almost mid.

Feng Buxun's face was faint, and he glanced at the incomplete wood in front of Zhang Mingxin, and at that glance, he froze for a moment, and then turned to Zhang Mingxin, his mouth opened slightly, but he stopped: "Senior brother, go back." ”

Zhang Mingxin responded, tied some wooden segments, mentioned everything, and walked back, Feng Buxun followed behind, suddenly turned back again, and glanced at the new and endless wood, and then left in a hurry.

The spring breeze is rare, blowing into the woods, a few small grass clusters, and in a moment, they grow into endless trees.

When the wind passed through Zhang Mingxin's instigated wood, two thin wooden thorns floated down from the wood, and landed in front of a white claw, the white fox looked down, and then looked up, looking at the young man in animal skin clothes walking through the woods, blinking his black eyes.

When I returned to the stone house, I saw that outside the door of the stone house, there was a disciple of the Seven Xuan, and I didn't know which sect it was, and there were several containers on the ground, which seemed to contain the materials for the master's cooking. The disciple was facing the door and said, "Master, on this list, the first batch of medicine and wine needed will be sent to the treasury of each sect tomorrow, and the rest will be delivered in January. ”

"Hmph, you sect elites, the first leader, want them one by one, and I will come out?" Inside the stone house, Master shouted.

The Qixuan disciple was not annoyed, coughed, and said with a light smile: "It has been almost half a year since the last time I sent wine, and my master has not sent wine to the sect, and this time it is also urgently needed, and the materials for refining medicinal wine are also prepared." ”

After a pause, the Qixuan disciple said: "Two years later, it will be the 'Xuanmen Test' once every ten years in the sect, and every thirty years, the 'Great Test' of the Great Sects of the Four Directions will be respected.

And in recent years, there are many new disciples in the sect, and the materials in the sect are consumed faster, and the elixir of the Fu Sect is also in a hurry several times, and half a year later, when the new disciples enter the Tibetan Sword Valley to seek the sword, all the sects are nervous. ”

The Qixuan disciple said, Zhang Mingxin and Feng Buxun had approached the wooden house, and when the disciple saw it, he just nodded, and his mouth did not stop: "The master also has a new disciple, and the two junior disciples are also part of the grand event of the sect." Just the toiling teacher and the two ...... Cough two junior brothers. ”

After the Qixuan disciple finished speaking, he sacrificed a cyan fairy sword and flew towards the Qixuan Sect, and after a short time, it was hidden in the clouds in the sky.

Zhang Mingxin looked at it, and there was a burst of envy, and he followed the wind into the stone house, looking back as he walked.

"Hug firewood! Block the air! Master shouted, his beard standing upside down, but he looked furious.

The two of them hurriedly came in with firewood, and ran in the house together, blocking the mouth of the fumarole with the black paste in the vat.

The curved pipes and pits on the furnace are also wonderful, Zhang Ming has calculated that there are a total of eighty-one places that will breathe fire and gas, thinking that the furnace is huge, and I don't know how many pavilions can be divided into different materials, or a variety of medicinal wines can be boiled together, and one pavilion will even take a mouthful.

The disciples of Qixuan said that it was refining, how did Zhang Mingxin look at it, the master's method was to pour several materials into it one by one, and pour some water slurry into the gourd, add firewood and fire, and after a while, it would be like soup porridge, gurgling, and then later, it was a curved pipe, a pit and a fire, mixed with the master's scolding.

Zhang Mingxin has long been accustomed to the master's scolding, but he can't figure it out and guess the fire in the curved pipes and pits, unlike the sixth senior brother, who doesn't find the wind, the mouth is fire and fog, gas and smoke, and he knows it clearly, once he is not wrong, he listens to the sound, and then he shoots the black paste, and he is often burned to the point that he is red and swollen, and consumes a lot of medicine and wine.

"With your heart, with your heart, feel with your heart, the eighty-one furnace mouths, which one is empty, which one comes out, and what comes out is great. If you use your ears and eyes, when the time comes, there will be a time when you can't avoid it, and the breath will come like a sword. The sixth senior brother said several times that when Zhang Ming really thought about it, he was burned again.

After a burst of spraying on the stove, it seemed to be quiet, and the two brothers just wanted to sit down and rest, but they were driven to carry firewood, and what was wasted today was ten times faster than in the past.

Until the middle of the night, the master collected the wine from the furnace and put it into the jar, and the two of them finally had a while.

"Master, I want to participate." Zhang Mingxin and Feng Buxun just sat down and shouted at the same time.

The master was stunned for a moment, so frightened that he almost fell off the wine jar in his hand, and held the wine scoop in one hand and swayed angrily, shouting in his mouth: "What to participate in, with what!" There is ginseng there, take it and bite it! ”

Zhang Mingxin and the wind didn't look for each other, the wind didn't blow and move, but they didn't speak. Zhang Mingxin's childlike heart rose, and he was not afraid to shout loudly: "Hidden Sword Valley seeks swords, Xuan...... I want to go. ”

"Go! Go! Go! Tomorrow, you two will send me wine over there, poison that group of sect elites, any sword is yours, and the head of the sect can let you be! ”

The master dropped the wine scoop in his hand, walked outside the doorway, and pointed to the distant Burial Sword Mountain with trembling fingers: "Ask for a sword, you can climb the mountain of the dead, follow you." If you want to go to Xuanmen to try, you can cut wood, chop firewood, plug the stove with me, cook wine, you go to cut people, you go to split people, if you want to go, you will go! ”

The master turned around and pointed at the two of them again, scolding, "You two drink my cat urine and grow wings!" If it weren't for the two of you who drank up my cat urine in the past few months, and ruined me with more than a dozen furnaces of wine, I would have stayed awake all night and rushed to boil the poison that poisoned those sect members! ”

Feng Buxun knelt down, Zhang Mingxin immediately knelt down, and let the master scold. The master picked up the wine jar in his hand, regardless of what he had to give tomorrow, poured a few sips, and drank again: "Get up, cook wine!" ”

Overnight, several wooden silk stacks were burned by the gossip furnace, even the pile of wooden sections, there was one less, and the open space of the stone house was even more empty.

It wasn't until near dawn that the fire stopped, and the two brothers and sisters took a break to meditate and wait for the dawn.

The two brothers, when they settle down, their eyes are facing each other, and the wind is not smiling, this senior brother always loves to laugh.

"Master, I let you go."