It turns out that this clear lake is called the Sword Washing Lake, which means that it passes over the lake and is buried in the sword mound, whether it is a cultivator or a magic sword, it has been washed away from the earthly meaning, and there is no need for any ties. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, in the face of the peculiar Yanxia Mountain, looking at the rain and mist drifting by from time to time on the top of the mountain, and feeling the crisp air of the lake, no one can help but be in awe.

This may be a kind of reverence for death, a kind of empathy for the difficulty of spiritual practice.

spent dozens of taels of silver to buy a coffin, hired two villagers to collect He Bikong's body, and watched these strong men carry the coffin to the riverbank, Zhuo Zangfeng stood on the bank with Shenhumen, Gushan Sect and others.

The lake is long, the waterbirds are chirping, and the mountains not far away are verdant.

While waiting for the Tianxia Kenzuka ferry to come, it is also a rare bonus to be able to enjoy such a landscape.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the distant mountains, and doubts kept popping up in his heart.

When a person dies and his soul is destroyed, how can he determine his cultivation realm?

Is it rare to rely only on the dictation of his disciples or relatives? This is inevitably a bit absurd.

Although the deceased cultivators can see some clues from the changes in their physical bodies, and they have a certain reference value, the accuracy is not high.

And how does a sword know if it has refined the sword element?

Could this be a more advanced swordsmanship?

The master's "Sword Products" has not recorded this method of sword painting, and what is the way to judge the sword mound in the world?

Zhuo Zangfeng was thinking about it, and Xu Chuntai, the bearded man from the Shenhu Gate, looked at the coffin beside him a few times, walked over and patted the lid of the coffin and said, "Which nameless person is in your coffin? Don't defile the ancestor!"

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at him with contempt, obviously because Mr. He's coffin was relatively close to the third-grade martial arts realm master of the Shenhu Gate, which made them feel ashamed and together.

Just now, he noticed that the Shenhu Sect and several people from the Backing Mountain Sect were talking to each other, and it turned out that for this reason, they elected Luo Huhu to negotiate with him and express their contempt.

At this time, the Shenhu Sect and the Backing Mountain Sect stood together, looking at them provocatively.

One said: "Our coffins are all Sanpin Martial Arts Realm cultivators, why should this young man be placed alongside us." ”

"Yes!" someone agreed, "The sword mound ship will come over in a while, and when you see this, maybe you will be affected by the guys!"

"It's shameless to push him aside!"

Zhuo Zangfeng calmly listened to them vent their dissatisfaction, watched this bearded hand patting around on the coffin lid at will, and said sharply: "Take your dirty hands away, otherwise I will chop them off and feed them to the dogs!"

These words were extremely hard, and the beard looked at the sharpness in his eyes, and he subconsciously removed his hand.

However, Xu Chuntai did not give up, and in order to express his toughness, he once again put his thick hand on the coffin lid.

This is a public demonstration and a public insult to Mr. He.

Zhuo Zangfeng's anger surged, and as soon as his mind moved, the white horse sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

A sword light flew out, and the hand that Xu Chuntai was waving on the coffin suddenly left his arm, he screamed, covered his wrist that had lost his palm, and squatted on the ground with his legs weak.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at him coldly, and didn't speak, the white horse sword had already been sheathed, and the matter was like a nightmare.

The senior disciple of the Divine Tiger Sect pulled out his long sword from behind his back, and several people from the Liuyun Sect also looked at him and quickly stepped forward to surround him.

Zhuo Zangfeng was calm, his eyes looked at the rippling lake, and said: "Whoever dares to step forward, I guarantee that his fate will be even worse!"

Zhuo Zangfeng sneered, and the white horse crossed the gap sword and unsheathed it again.

This time, the sword was like a flying rainbow, slashing down the bare and uneven boulders on the shore.

The river bank is dozens of miles long, and the stones on the bank are originally irregular, and this sword flattens the protruding stones like cutting leeks, like a neat stone platform built by hand.

This sword was swift and incoherent, and there was a thunderstorm in silence, in terms of momentum and speed, a non-first-grade martial arts realm cultivator could not emit such a sword aura.

These people are all well-informed and ruthless people, and they know that the young man in front of them will never be provoked, so they quietly retreat.

The senior disciple of the Shenhu Sect concealed the fear in his heart and ran over to bandage the wound of the junior disciple.

And the disciples of these sects of the Backing Mountain Sect slipped away even faster, and the anger of the same enemy had long disappeared under the terrifying sword of the young man.

Fear rose in their hearts at this moment, and they all regretted that they were blind, and they regretted that they had spoken out against them.

Zhuo Zangfeng was still unsatisfied, looked at them and said angrily: "Carry your broken coffin aside, so as not to insult Mr. He's name." ”

Those people didn't dare to let go of a fart, so they hurriedly did so, carefully moving the coffin aside.

The villagers who had received Zhuo Zangfeng's silver taels thought that when this young man found them, the lion had opened his mouth to ask for more silver taels, and they all regretted it a little, feeling the heavy hot hands of the silver taels that had just been stuffed into their arms.

A Chinese character was bold, walked carefully to Zhuo Zangfeng, and said softly: "Childe, it doesn't take so many silver taels to carry a coffin, my brother will return it to you!"

Seeing that his face was full of panic, thinking that it was not too big for these people to be greedy for a little cheapness, Zhuo Zangfeng shook his head and said, "You guys are good for me to be on an errand, silver is indispensable!"

The Chinese character didn't dare to speak, so he nodded vigorously in agreement.

At this time, there were more and more people waiting for the Kenzuka ferry on the shore, and the shopkeeper also came over to watch the excitement while he was free.

Seeing Zhuo Zangfeng's miraculous sword, Xiao Er was secretly speechless, thinking that he had just boasted in front of the other party about the sword qi and sword yuan, which seemed to be very profound, it turned out that the other party was hiding deeply, and he was really selling a big axe in front of Lu Ban.

At this time, a flat boat flew in, and a person wearing a bamboo hat on the boat stopped on the shore and said to everyone on the shore: "Everyone, I'm sorry! The sword mound can't welcome guests today, please pause for one night, there will be a special reception tomorrow, forgive the sin!"

After speaking, it was like flying away.

This is the way of doing things in the sword mound of the world, completely ignoring anyone's feelings, and although the people waiting on the shore are full of resentment, no one dares to say it.

......

"The Sword Shrine of the World, let me go!"

After saying this, Yao Caiwei glanced at the double swords beside her.

This sword is Huiyue's, this great sword master-level cultivator died in Yan Zhiguo at the beginning, and his bones are gone, and later he found a sword, but the other was not found.

Starfish Tian has not given up the search, and was recently found by a firewood collector in the mountains.

Although there are no bones, it is okay to have dual swords, but it is a matter of heart.

Originally, this matter could be handled by sending a disciple to the Sword Shrine in the world, but Yao Caiwei has always been haunted by Huiyue's death, and she has to go to the country in person.

Seeing that the disciple was so persistent, it was difficult to refuse her wishes, so she got up and said, "I have also stayed in the house for a few days, and I should go back." You don't have to know the mountain gate to do this, go to the Tai Academy to try to comprehend the "Heavenly Machine Shenjian", and you can comprehend that one is a creation. ”

Yao Caiwei nodded.

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Flowers looked at the youthful beloved, remembered the handsome Bu Shishu, and smiled with satisfaction.

"At that time, the son of the Bu family will definitely choose to stay in the Tai Academy to study the "Heavenly Machine Shenjian", this is an extremely rare opportunity, and no one will give it up. Although your young disciples are not at a high level and it is even more difficult to comprehend, I believe that there will eventually be people who will be able to comprehend and understand thoroughly. ”

Yao Caiwei said respectfully: "Follow the master's teachings! It's just that the master, the apprentice has a doubt, there is a young man I have never known, but I suddenly feel as if I know him very well, is this ridiculous?"

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Flowers looked moved and asked, "Is this young man you are talking about Zhuo Zangfeng?" ”

For this teenager, Our Lady of Ten Thousand Flowers just felt that this guy was reckless and arrogant, and when she first talked about it, Yao Caiwei exclaimed, and quickly determined the name of this teenager. Later, it was confirmed in Daming Palace that it was one person.

She couldn't say what she liked about this teenager, but she had a faint bad premonition, thinking that he would bring deep harm to Yao Caiwei.

The Lady of Ten Thousand Flowers, who has always been taciturn, did not answer this question, but said: "Set off at night, and you will arrive at the Sword Shrine of the World at dawn tomorrow." (To be continued.) )