At dawn

An unusual guest came up from Yujing Mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the sword solving stone, the white-haired and blue-eyed young man saluted, "The third son of the eldest grandson and the eldest grandson Jingming, ask to see the head of the Yuan family, and hope for the gift." ”

After the disciples guarding the mountain verified their integrity, they did not dare to delay and walked towards the mountain.

Stepping on the stone steps all the way, passing through the bluestone archway and the front of the copper refining hall, after paying homage to Yuan He, the eldest brother of the Yuan family's long house, Yuan He bowed his head: "I'm going to ask to see the ancestor, you go down first." ”

He waved his hand, motioned to the disciples in front of the hall to continue practicing, changed into clothes, and hurried to the back mountain, and soon, he appeared at the bottom of the mountain.

"Under Yuan He. ”

He arched his hand and gestured: "Friends of the eldest grandson's family, please come with me." ”

The eldest grandson, Jingming, clenched his fists, followed behind Yuan He, and went all the way up the mountain.

At this time, it was dawn, and under the faint light of the sky, before the Copper Refining Hall, the children of the Yuan family had already started their morning class. In the square, samurai armed with bladeless iron swords were practicing against each other, and the sound of the blades could be heard from a long distance.

The dozens of strangely shaped long swords cut through the air, and they made a crisp sound like the vibration of the strings, overlapping each other, unable to distinguish the distance and the near, after listening to it for a long time, I only felt confused, and was intimidated by the sound.

In particular, the music theory hidden in it is like a scaly scratch flashing in the depths of a thundercloud, although it is difficult to peek into the whole type, but just by hearing it, you can already detect a deep threat.

On the contrary, it is swordsmanship, and the eldest grandson Jingming just thinks it is powerful, but he can't see why.

He stopped in front of the hall for a moment, watched from afar, and couldn't help sighing:

"This kind of swordsmanship is worthy of the pinnacle. Seeing this, it is worth the trip. ”

Yuan He smiled and didn't say anything, just made a false reference in front.

The two of them walked through the bronze smelting hall and walked straight to the back mountain.

In front of the mountain, the ancient path of green pines and cypresses is secluded, full of the quiet atmosphere of deep mountain diving, but the further back you go, the more desolate it becomes, there are no grass, trees and streams, and the strange rocks are craggy, with a chill that stings the skin everywhere.

The eldest grandson Jingming walked on the road and noticed the geothermal heat coming from under his feet, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Yujing Mountain ...... Is it a volcano?

Soon, he sensed the dense aether of the air species, as if there was a faint cold light lurking, guiding them to operate, and under the control of a certain will, the invisible sword was practiced.

I'm afraid that as long as I take a wrong step, I will be completely shattered by the blade of nothingness.

Sensing the caution between the eldest grandson Jingming's eyebrows, Yuan He smiled and explained: "The elders of this clan are all practicing swords in the back mountain. The third uncle ancestor practiced the Mixed Cave Sword Chapter in retreat in the past two days, which was the threshold for breakthrough, and the impact was greater. After all, the swordsmanship is dangerous, and the sword moves are good to practice, but the sword chapter that has advanced to the resonance level is not suitable for sparring, and there will be accidents if you are negligent. ”

The eldest grandson Jingming suddenly said: "This geothermal heat is also ......?"

Yuan He shook his head, "This is when the three generations of ancestors were dissolved, the out-of-control sword light accidentally chiseled through the lungs of the ground, triggering the earth fire. It's not the effect of the sword badge. Make the guests smile. ”

Eldest Sun Jingming's expression twitched.

Laughing?

Where do you dare to laugh?

Among the nine surnames of the dragon vein, the entire Ye family is a well-known prodigal, the Liu family has mass-produced unpopular living corpses in the past dynasties, and the Bai family has taught all of them to follow the rules and follow the rules...... Although there are occasional freaks, it's basically the same routine.

And the Yuan family sits in the mountains, does not ask about the world, and never gets involved in disputes with the nine surnames of the dragon vein, so his reputation is relatively insignificant. However, the members are notoriously paranoid, and they also practice swordsmanship that is the best way to kill.

Do you want to laugh at it?

These sword musicians seem to be normal one by one, but as long as they are exposed to it for a long time, they will find the paranoia and eccentricity in their bones. Before figuring out the other party's character, the eldest grandson Jingming didn't dare to laugh.

Laugh and head off.

Walking all the way to the depths of the back mountain, gradually, the eldest grandson Jingming felt the cold etheric fluctuations around him.

When you close your eyes, you can feel a series of indifferent eyes on you, the intruder.

As far as the eye can see, what you can see is an ancient sword embedded in the stone.

He couldn't help but look at the cold light a few more times, and asked curiously:

"Are these all ......?"

He was halfway through his words, but Yuan He understood what he meant in his heart and couldn't help but shake his head.

"There are many rumors in the world that are untrue, and I hope that Mr. Changsun will distinguish - the ashes are cast into swords, which is really nonsense. ”

The eldest grandson Jingming suddenly bowed his head, but he heard Yuan He, who was leading the way in front, continue:

"The blood of the Yuan clan is different from the other nine dragon vein surnames, and it must rely on external objects to be exerted. Therefore, before the ancestors of the Yuan family died, they would cast a sword with the spirit of their lives, leaving a fate......"

The eldest grandson, Jingming, laughed dryly and did not speak.

Soul Forged Sword?

This is much worse than casting a sword from ashes, when a person is still alive, he has to jump into the furnace, turn his bones into a sword, and give his blood and soul to ...... In the end, there was not even ash left.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on Yuan He's waist: "If it's not Brother Yuan's handle, it's also ......"

Yuan He lowered his head, looked at the 'Wenling' on his waist, smiled, but did not explain again.

"It's here. ”

His steps came to a halt.

But there was only a dark hole in front of me. The eldest grandson Jingming glanced at Yuan He in astonishment, but heard Yuan He say, "Straight down."

This will be the head of the family has already finished the morning class, so don't worry. ”

After that, he left.

Leaving the eldest grandson Jingming standing alone, he was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly and walked into the cave in front of him.

In the cold wind like a knife, I don't know how long I traveled down, and the chill in the air became more and more fierce, and there was two feet of ice everywhere I passed.

Although the eldest grandson Jingming was wearing winter clothes, he was still shivering a little from the cold, and he didn't dare to use the music to keep warm in the back mountain of the Yuan family, for fear that he would accidentally trigger the alchemy matrix here and be cut by a thousand knives.

It wasn't until finally he saw the blurred figure in the boiling lava.

In the boiling and tumbling lava lakes, blazing fires and pungent sulfur poison gases filled the air. But in the middle of the lake, there was a figure sitting upright, with an ancient sword in front of his knees, and the ancient sword roared to itself, bursting out with an infinite chill, freezing the lava and spreading the remaining cold wind to all sides.

The sword is there, and the spirit is self-generated.

The eldest grandson, Jingming, only felt that his heart was swaying, and his chest was bored.

As he spoke, the gray mist from the impact of the flames and frost vibrated and opened to the sides, revealing the emaciated figure.

"The eldest grandson's Hu'er, it's really slow. ”

Among the nine surnames of the dragon vein, the origin and frontier of the eldest grandson clan is originally a Hu person, with green eyes, and in the blood of heaven and man, some people call it 'blue-eyed', and some don't give face, so they are directly called 'Hu'er'.

If you generally hear others say this, the eldest grandson Jingming will definitely go to fight him to the death, no matter how bad it is, he will be burned. But the person who spoke to him was Yuan Changqing, the leading monster family owner in the Yuan family's hundred generations, who dared to say this in front of his father, and the eldest grandson Jingming didn't dare to fart anything, so he had to bow his head obediently and take out a letter from his arms.

"My father ordered me to hand over this letter to my seniors, and I didn't say much else. ”

Yuan Changqing stretched out his hand to summon him, and the letter fell into his hands.

In the mist, after being silent for a long time, Yuan Changqing sighed lightly and threw the letter into the magma.

The letterhead turned into ashes in the fire, and in the green smoke, a vague figure arched his hand towards Yuan Changqing and slammed it to the ground.

"I'm in a hurry. ”

Yuan Changqing said in a low voice: "The troubled times are coming, and changes that have not been encountered in a thousand years are just around the corner. The swordsmanship of fighting bravely and fiercely pays attention to distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy, let alone this kind of major event?

The storm is coming, the West is already in chaos, and Aurora may not be a paradise. The more times like this, the more you should be calm.

Go back and tell your father, and wait. ”

"Wait?"

The eldest grandson Jingming didn't expect that he had been tired for several days and rushed from the frontier to Yujing Mountain, but he only got such a reply, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"See. ”

Yuan Changqing stroked the long sword in front of his knee: "Whether it is east or west, it is the same everywhere." ”

“...... Let's take a look first. ”

The eldest grandson Jingming opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the long sword in front of Yuan Changqing's knees.

Soon, Yuan He came and respectfully reported: "Grandfather, the news from the mountain, Bai Heng has indeed left Beijing......"

"You really can't blame the people of the eldest grandson's family. Even the regent couldn't sit still. ”

Yuan Changqing smiled in a low voice: "That's it, that's it, I've been sitting for thirty years, and I'm thinking about it quietly." I just said that others are impatient, but now I can't sit still.

Since it was the Pope's accession to the throne...... I'll check it out too. ”

He said, "Go and go back." ”

"Congratulations to grandfather. ”

Yuan He lowered his head, only to hear a crisp sound of swords.

In Yuan Changqing's lap, the pure Jun ancient sword vibrate.

The chirping sound was like a bird, low and distant, and its fingers changed three times, like a cold spring pouring into the head, and the soul seemed to break free from the shell.

- Soul Leaving Sword Chapter!

In Yuan Changqing's emaciated and old body, a vague figure suddenly boiled, and the sword was in his hand, turning into a streamer and flying away.

At the foot of Yujing Mountain, the eldest grandson Jingming had just come down the mountain, and he sensed it, looked up, and saw a ray of cold light speeding towards the west.

The light was incredibly fast, but everywhere it passed, there was nothing unusual, not even storms and waves, like an illusion.

Witnessing this scene, the eldest grandson Qingming couldn't help but gasp.

Yuan Changqing had already reached the realm of the Six Emperors thirty years ago, and his status was equal to that of a Western saint.

Due to the inheritance of the blood of heaven and man, the constant friction between music theory and the material world in the body is carried with you. Since then, he has returned to Yujing Mountain, and never does anything with others, but just cultivates in the secret realm of the back mountain.

Now it seems that in the past thirty years, he has not made inchless progress, and even surpassed the ancestors of the Yuan family and reached new heights.

Seeing the streamer leave, the eldest grandson Jingming recalled the confidence that he boasted of being the only one when he just went out, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"The world is like chess, I'm afraid that when you reach that realm, you can get a glimpse of the position of the chess player, right?"

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In just a few tens of minutes, the streamer turned by Chun Jun crossed thousands of miles, straight from Yujing Mountain to the west, all the way through the Northern Plains, misty hills, 100,000 mountains, vast sand seas, after crossing thousands of miles of inaccessible wilderness, from the frost swept through the Caucasus Federation, and finally through the land of Asgard.

Finally, in the distance, the city of steel was in sight.

Sensing the dozens of breaths rising above the Holy City, Yuan Changqing couldn't help but want to sigh: "Hey, the old guy here...... That's a lot. (To be continued.) )