"What the hell are you refining a sword? Or are you refining yourself? ”

"It's good that your mind has gradually calmed down in the past two years, but if I'm not mistaken, you're an immortal cultivator, right? Is it really worth putting too much time, too much energy here? ”

The thin old man in the corner of the blacksmith shop, he is a mortal.

In the entire Forge Feng Mountain, there were many more mortals than monks, although they were unable to cultivate the induction aura and the Dao Method.

However, they can still share the construction of spiritual mines and even many preliminary constructions, so in Sharpedge Mountain, the distance between monks and mortals is not as far as in most places, and there is no shortage of times when the two sides intersect.

The old man in the blacksmith shop was like this, he was already here before Zhang Lie's future, and after Zhang Lie came, the old man liked to talk to him nagging, because Zhang Lie was the only one who wouldn't annoy him, at least not obviously.

Zhang Lie also considered whether the old man would be a hidden monk for a while, but later determined that it was not.

Because this old man's words are full of yearning for the career of an immortal cultivator, just like all unqualified mortals in this world, because they can't really experience it personally, they imagine everything too beautifully.

The old man would advise Zhang Lie from time to time not to delay his path by tempering the magic sword, although he didn't really know what the path was.

But he will still persuade Zhang Lie to cherish the time.

"I'm just cherishing my time now, although I can move forward now, I can go further, but if I stop a little now, I can go further in the future."

"So, if you don't count as cherishing time?" smiled and replied to each other like this, but the work in his hand did not stop.

A large part of the reason why Zhang Lie is willing to talk to the old man in front of him is because the actual ages of the two parties are similar, counting the previous life, he is already more than fifty years old in the two lives, and the old man sitting in the corner is also this age.

In this world, mortals are approaching the end of their lives when they live to be about sixty years old.

Don't think that this life expectancy is short, in the previous life, whether it was the East or the West, the mortals of the feudal era were far from having this average lifespan.

The reason why this old man can live a good life every day is because he has served the immortal cultivators all his life, and the old people in the city of Fengshan at least don't have to worry about the suffering of cold, hunger, hunger and cold.

"I still don't think it's what you're looking for in the bottom of your heart. You just couldn't find a way forward for a while, so you chose to stay here to forge and refine your sword. ”

As he spoke, the old man was a little tired, and he curled up and lay down in the corner, as if he felt that the smoky environment was very comfortable. But yes, this is the place where he has worked hard all his life.

Not long after the old man lay down, Zhang Lie was also concentrating on forging the magic sword with peace of mind, at this time, there was a faint quarrel outside, and after a while, a craftsman from the blacksmith shop ran in, looking angry.

"What, what's going on out there?"

Zhang Lie frowned slightly and asked.

"Master Zhang, there is a person outside who is looking for trouble, and he said that our sword weapons are not good! The sword weapons in Fengfeng Mountain are not good, so are there any good swords in this world? ”

Objectively, of course, there is, and the corner of Tonfeng Mountain in the strict sense is no more than a corner of the world in the Nine Domains and Seven Continents, and it is a small place.

However, if you talk about this kind of truth to the craftsman in front of you at this time, it is obviously not very good.

"How can there be such a fanatic, go, I'll go out with you to have a look."

"It's so good, there is Master Zhang, look at that bastard who dares to say that our sword is not good!"

This iron shop is not small in scale, it is jointly operated by mortals and low-level immortal cultivators, and it itself produces first- and second-order lower-grade sword armor.

Seeking numbers but not quality, it's just that Zhang Lie's own refining qualifications are average, and his sword refining skills are average, not to mention that he is here to comprehend the golden nature, and he can first seek quantity and then quality, but after so much time, both ordinary mortals and monks in the iron shop have faintly noticed that Zhang Lie is extraordinary, and even some monks recognize him, but Zhang Lie is unwilling, and no one dares to speak out, just let those mortals know that this person is extraordinary and take more care of it.

Walking out of the house with the craftsman, Zhang Lie only felt that his eyes were bright.

Because at this time, the purpose is a jade tree in the wind, the white robe is elegant, the eyebrows are clear, and the eyes are beautiful, and can only be described as a peerless son, who is like a prince and a prince who is as well-maintained as a white jade cast, at this moment is holding a magic sword of the iron shop diagonally, playing and watching.

Behind this person, there is also a delicate scholar in green clothes, but this person looks like a woman dressed as a man, and the throat and ear ring marks have not been covered, but at this moment she is also angry, and some of the corners of her eyes are too domineering.

"What's wrong with our sword? Sharp, sturdy, its internal formation patterns, and mana flow are all first-class, if you don't say a reason today, you will definitely want to look good. ”

This is an iron shop in the official camp of the Jinhong Valley Sect, so the power is not small, and it is really not afraid of outsiders.

"It's not good, it's not good, my master said it's a waste sword, that's a waste sword."

"Hey, Ping'er, step aside."

Zhang Lie was not far away, looking at the scene in front of him, it was a bit like watching a costume drama, and he had a sense of detachment, but he was surrounded by his own colleagues, and he at least pretended to be the same enemy on his face.

The white-clothed monk undoubtedly wanted to be reasonable, so he casually picked up a magic sword and flicked it casually, and the hard magic sword suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Just this hand made the mortals and immortal cultivators present subconsciously retreat.

I have never seen and always heard of it, they know that the monks who can do this, at least it will not take much effort to kill all the people present.

"Including this sword, all the magic swords in your store appear sharp and rigid, more than sharp, and not flexible enough, such flying swords are used to attack the weak with the strong, of course, there is no problem, but once you meet the opponent, it is often very easy to break, and the most important thing is that the grade is still very low, so it seems that it can almost be said to be useless, and there is no chance to hit the weak with the strong at all."

With this set of sword theories, as well as the flying sword in his hand that was almost cracked, these people present looked at each other, although they all held back their breath and did not want to retreat, but no one dared to say anything more.

The white-clothed monk smiled when he saw this, threw down a medium-grade spirit stone, and was about to turn around and leave with the maid.

However, at this time, there was a dejected craftsman who saw Zhang Lie behind the crowd, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang, you come to evaluate the theory, you come to evaluate the theory!" ”

Originally, the excitement had already been watched, and Zhang Lie was going to turn around and go back, but at this time, he was stopped by the craftsman, and the craftsmen and craftsmen around him all looked at him with a hopeful gaze.

This is the shop they rely on for a living, even if what the whitefriar in front of them said is true and right, but there are still many people who can't accept being slapped in the face like this in front of other customers.

They work here, and immortal cultivators are just that, many mortals have been working for a lifetime, and even generations of ancestors.

At this time, when I saw Zhang Lie, I suddenly felt like a person in the water holding something, no matter what it was at this moment, it was a tight grip, unwilling to let go.

"It seems that we will have to change to an ironware shop in the future." sighed like this in his heart, but Zhang Lie still walked up, after all, his colleagues had been in office for two years, and he couldn't be smashed in front of everyone, and he was indifferent.

"Yin and yang at the same time, rigidity and softness, this is of course Taoist righteousness. But if you don't hear the method of pure yang and the art of Taiyin, aren't these the avenues of cultivation? ”

"At the beginning of the practice, most people can't do everything and take care of everything, and I don't think it's a mistake, but an advantage. Fellow Daoists, do you think we should cultivate one skill to complete ourselves, or cultivate a hundred skills to complete the avenue? ”

Hearing Zhang Lie's words, the white-clothed monk who had already planned to go out slowly turned around, and before he could speak, the maid beside him had already taken the lead in speaking.

"My master said that it is very easy to break!"

"But you haven't folded, how do you know that you have reached the pole?"

"You..."

"Ping'er, shut up."

"Yes."

The man in white, he looked Zhang Lie up and down, and the look in his eyes gradually brightened.

When Daoyou said this, there was also some meaning of physical and mental harmony. In the downstairs Hongyu, dare to ask if you know the name of the Taoist friend? ”

"Zhang Zhong." Zhang Lie has used this name for the past two years, and now that he is leaving, there is no need to reveal his real name again.

"Zhang Daoyou, my little brother still has important things to do, I hope we will have a chance to meet again soon."

After speaking, this Lou Hongyu turned around and left with the maid named Ping'er behind him.

This kind of performance can be regarded as a step down for the ironware, so the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only a few mortals or craftsmen, whispering to each other about Lou Hongyu and Master Zhang just now.

Above the market, the lord and the servant were walking one after the other.

Obviously, Lou Hongyu usually dotes on herself, a maid named Ping'er, so at this moment, the little girl pursed her lips, but she looked angry.

However, after waiting for a long time and not seeing her usual gentle master to coax herself, the little girl finally couldn't help but say:

"Master, Mrs. You asked you to take the first step to taste Nanyue swordsmanship, why did you come here, neither visiting Shangzhen monks nor swordsmanship masters, but running to various blacksmith shops every day? What good sword can a blacksmith have? ”

Because the little girl was still angry, the handsome noble son walking in front of her ignored her, until this Ping'er lost her temper and stood in place and refused to leave, Lou Hongyu shook his head helplessly, turned around and said: Gu Yu

"You, I've really spoiled you."

"Famous swordsmen have their own strong personal styles, although they also have their own characteristics, but it is difficult to represent the swordsmanship style of one place and one domain, but these shops that mainly sell low- and middle-level flying swords, or fierce, or feminine, or evil, or clear spirit, their sword characteristics, in fact, can more accurately reflect the real swordsmanship style of one place and one domain."

"Moreover, I met a very interesting person today, just this person, it makes me feel that I haven't come here for nothing!"

"Yin and yang at the same time, the sword is rigid and soft, pure yang and too yin, all of them are superior sword principles...... But why do I see a crouching tiger with a low voice, sitting and whistling? ”

The more he said it, the more strange the attitude of the man in white became, as if he was drinking alcohol, and finally he turned around and strode away, but at this time it was that Ping'er who was in a hurry, she shouted for the master to wait for herself, and ran with her hem, but she was so aggrieved in her heart.

"Usually the owner is very spoiled by himself, and he blames the stinky blacksmith just now."

After being in the limelight and becoming famous, there will be no way to refine the sword with peace of mind in the future, Zhang Lie said goodbye to the old man in the corner after forging the last magic sword for the blacksmith shop, and then turned around and left without looking back.

At this time, the old man who was huddled in the corner of the shop suddenly looked up and looked at the background of the young man who had been chatting with him for two years, and felt that the other party would never return here.

"Okay, okay, you don't belong here, you don't belong here."

"I dream my dreams, and you go to find your way."

As Edgeworth flew back, Zhang Lie saw a somewhat shaky sword light flying in his direction.

He was still frowning, thinking that this was a junior who could be released with such a shallow cultivation, but when he got a little closer and saw who it was, Zhang Lie frowned slightly, and the next moment he accelerated and flew over.

Fang Jirou, who lowered his body and was almost lying on the sword light, only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the next moment he was pulled up by the back collar.

"What's the matter with you, dare to resist the sword with such a little cultivation? I remember that you are the only one in your family, who can you leave with my pension? ”

"No, no, senior brother, it's your master, it's your master who is here."

"What?"

"Otherwise, how could I come to you in a hurry, it's really the ancestor who is here."

Hearing this, Zhang Lie used a mana to wrap Fang Jirou, and then threw it into the shade below, and then regardless of the screams made by Fang Jirou behind him, the sword light was already flying quickly in the direction of Xianzhi Peak.

"It shouldn't have been that I found something, otherwise Fang Jirou wouldn't have come alive to deliver a letter to me. Why did the master come to Lifeng Mountain? I heard that the Yan family was very fierce during this time, and a figure like Shizun should be in the north at this time. ”

Because he flew away with all his might, Zhang Lie soon returned to Xianzhi Peak.

If it weren't for Yin Yifei's estrangement, Zhang Lie would have respected his master very much, and his guidance over the years had laid a solid foundation for his cultivation.

After arriving at Xianzhi Peak's own cave mansion, Yan Wan was already busy serving tea and pouring water outside.

Zhang Lie ignored her, but walked quickly into the inner room.

Then, he saw the tall and thin Yin and Cold Daoist who was standing with his back to him, dressed in a black robe and carrying a sword, and was admiring the graphics and sword theory on the stone wall: Master, Yin Tianqiu, the Seven Evil Daoists.

"Disciple Zhang Lie, meet the master."

Zhang Lie stepped forward and paid homage to the Taoist.

In this world, respecting teachers and ancestors, for an immortal cultivator, the intersection with the teacher may be more than the intersection with his parents.

Just like Zhang Lie, after being found out of the spiritual root in this life, he was taken up to the mountain, and in the next twenty years, his parents never saw each other again in this life, but when he went from Yanzhou in the South to Hanzhou in the North Region, he finally saw his parents who had become landlords.

Zhang Lie has memories of his previous life, so he can see the estrangement and awe in the depths of his eyes when his children are on his knees, when they look at him: this is the difference between immortals and mortals in this world.

Therefore, immortal cultivators often regard their masters as their fathers, and the relationship between many masters and apprentices is close, and they are even more blood children.

"Well, get up. It seems that you haven't been in vain in the past two years, and a lot of sword theory insights are quite interesting, but you wrote these things in the hall like this, just look at those two servant girls? ”

Zhang Lie, who leaned over to worship, only felt an invisible mana whisk up him, and at the same time, such a whisper came from his ears.

"It's not too core sword intent comprehension, it's recorded casually during the tea break, they can watch it if they like it, if there is some comprehension, it can also inspire my thoughts."

“…… Hahahaha, you kid, you are a little arrogant, but you have this qualification. ”

Laughing with satisfaction and turning around, today's Seven Evil Dao people seem to be in a particularly good mood, but Zhang Lie Xiu has the four elements of the Dharma to help his divine sense, and he vaguely feels that the master in front of him is a little unstable, but he can't be sure.

"I don't have anything to do, that is, after completing a task for the sect, I will come to see you after passing through Lifeng Mountain, and tell you two happy events by the way." When he said this, the Seven Evil Daoists paused slightly, and made a small sale.

"What's the happy event?" Zhang Lie made an urgent gesture at the right time.

"First, it was your senior sister who succeeded in building the foundation, and it should also be your encouragement, I thought she would have to drag on until she was sixty years old before she could rush over dangerously, but now it is a little earlier than I expected."

"What a great joy indeed! It seems that I have to prepare a gift, and the gift of the senior sister's foundation building must not be too thin. ”

Zhang Lie's face was happy, but this was sincere, over the years, the relationship between the senior sister Li Manmei and herself has always been very good, especially in the early years, the Seven Evil Daoists neglected to teach basic things, and many times the senior sister Li Manmei taught the teacher on behalf of the teacher.

"Master, what is the second happy event?"

"Second, it was Kong Xiu who gave birth to a boy for Yifei, and I am also a matter of heart."

“…… Congratulations to the master for having a successor, and there will be successors to inherit the Taoist system in the future. ”

Regarding this matter, Zhang Lie didn't know what to say for a while, according to the concept of the previous life, there should be some semi-forced situation in this matter.

But according to the concept of this life, everything Yin Tianqiu did was reasonable and legal, not to mention that with Zhang Lie's understanding of his master, he would persecute but would not force Kong Xiu easily, but the gap between the strength and status of the two sides was too big, and the persecution of the Seven Evil Dao people should be the sixth senior sister Kong Xiu who could not bear the confrontation at all.

"It's true that Tianding has been imported, but there are successors to inherit the Daotong, and with the experience of Yifei, I'm really a little unsure."

"Okay, I'm leaving. This time I came to stop by to see you, and there is nothing specific about it. ”

"Master, at least for a few days, let the disciples do their best! At the very least, drink at least a cup of tea before leaving. Although he was relieved in his heart, Zhang Lie immediately showed reluctance.

However, the Seven Evil Dao people are like the wind, and they will leave when they say they go, even if Yan Wan has just boiled the high-grade spiritual tea that is served into the cave, she has not tasted a sip.

It takes a bit of time for the high-grade spiritual tea to be boiled, and the Seven Evil Dao people came suddenly, even if Yan Wan hurried and hurried, she only brought the spiritual tea at this time.

"Old Five!"

When he walked to the entrance of the cave, Yin Tianqiu, the Seven Evil Daoists, suddenly turned around and handed the two items in his hand to Zhang Lie.

"Shizun knows that you are arrogant, but the foundation building realm is stronger than the qi cultivation realm, and sometimes, it is difficult to achieve both."

"In this jade slip, it is the essence of my Seven Evil Recipes, but I have already set up a forbidden law, and you can't open it before you build the foundation realm. Within this sword brand, I have injected the sword qi of the three Seven Evil Absolute Swords, don't use it until the last resort, and don't rely on it. ”

The two items handed to Zhang Lie by the Seven Evil Dao Men were cyan jade slips and bronze sword plates.

The moment he took them into his hands, Zhang Lie's mind buzzed.

has been in this world for so many years, how could he not know what two items these are: one is the inheritance of the exercises, and the other is the divine power of protecting the Dao!

The Seven Evil Daoists failed to advance to the Jindan Realm, otherwise the former should be called the Dao Inheritance. And the bronze sword plate is even more terrible, and I am afraid that there are not many of them in the entire Tongxuan Cultivation Realm.

Fu Bao is a treasure made by the senior monks in order to protect the family and future generations, and split the origin of the real life magic weapon of the Jindan Realm.

Because it is a loss of strength and fat, it is rare in the Tongxuan cultivation world, but in the family with a long inheritance, it is always not difficult to keep one or two pieces. Because the real people in the Jindan Realm also have a limit of lifespan, when they are approaching the end of their life, many of them will try to make one or two rune treasures.

However, the supernatural power of protecting the Dao is rare, and it needs to be blessed by monks who are above the foundation and strong in the Dao Foundation, and self-damage the Dao Foundation as the heir of the mantle or the blood relatives.

And it can't be that it is close to the end of life, because the monk is close to the end of life, and the Dao foundation is self-damaged, and he no longer has the preconditions for exerting the Dao Protector Divine Power. So this formed a paradox, how could a monk with a strong Dao base have a strong desire to seek the Dao Foundation, how could he be willing to damage the Dao Ji himself? Monks who care too much about blood kinship are also difficult to have a strong horizontal Dao foundation.

Therefore, the Dao Protector Divine Power is even rarer than Fu Baodu, and it may not appear once in thousands of years, let alone from the hands of a monk like the Seven Evil Daoists.

"Master, you ......"

"Don't look at me like that, it's just that when you see your grandson being born, you suddenly feel something in your heart and want to make such a thing. Lie'er, sometimes, sometimes fate, Shizun has never blamed you. ”

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