The realm of Taihang, the south of the sword city, the source of the sword river. Legend has it that the original Sword Forge Castle was just a few sword forge workshops right next to the source of the Sword River. Later, it became famous all over the world, and then moved north to build a city. There are only a few elderly swordsmiths left here.

The light fell gently, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility here. Fang Yuhong walked into a dilapidated wooden house, and the old swordsmith sitting on the recliner opened his eyes slowly: "What does the guest officer want?" Fang Yuhong looked around and asked, "Do you have a good sword?" The old swordsmith glanced at Fang Yuhong and said, "The guest officer already has a divine weapon on him, what do you want a good sword for?"

Fang Yuhong smiled, and the Ya Yu sword appeared in his hand: "Although the divine soldier is good, it is contaminated with fierce and desperate energy, and it is unbearable to use anymore." The old swordsmith snorted: "It's the remnants of the blood of the fine willow camp." Sticking to this thing, it can't be used anymore. As he spoke, he got up and walked leisurely to the dusty weapon rack, took out a sword casually, and threw it to Fang Yuhong: "The name of the sword is 'Dead Water', and the price is thirty ......."

Fang Yuhong drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cold sword light like autumn water went straight into his eyes. I couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!, is it so cheap?" The old swordsmith smiled, and continued: "Thirty dragon blood." "It's so expensive!" Rao is Fang Yuhong was very calm, and he was also so frightened by this sky-high price that his hands trembled, and he almost threw his sword on the ground. Thirty dragon blood, he has been the first iron guard for decades, and his savings are only worth more than twenty dragon blood.

The old swordsmith said, "If the guest officer really wants this dead water, can he exchange it for that one...... This sword is worth twenty dragon blood. Fang Yuhong was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the Ya Yu Sword on the table. This sword skill was obtained in an ancient ruin, and it was really unexpected that it was so valuable.

"How?" asked the old swordsmith, squinting his eyes, as he sat back in his recliner. Fang Yuhong hesitated for a long time, and pushed Ya Yu forward: "Deal!" After Fang Yuhong left, the old swordsmith jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hand quickly, and looked like a young man. He closed the door and beckoned to the inside: "Little foal, come and see!

A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years of age came out of the room, reached out and grabbed the old swordsmith's beard, and ripped it off. She grinned and said, "I like to see you deceive people the most!" Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo smiled and wiped his hand on his face. The wrinkles on his face disappeared in an instant, and the face of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old appeared: "Moju, look at the residual blood strength on this sword, it is enough to build a killing weapon for the old man of the Venerable God first." ”

Mo Ju raised his mouth and said, "What do you do for him! That old man won't let us go back and eat and live for nothing!" Zhou Mo patted her head: "Didn't Jiang Xian say that this round of immortal destiny has appeared? Anyway, when the time comes, the Venerable God will definitely let us cast a sword as a token for him." It's better to prepare early, so as not to let him whisper in his ears every day. ”

Remembering the feeling of not preparing the token in advance last time and being chanted in the ear by the Venerable God with a sound transmission for a whole month, Mo Ju nodded busily: "Okay, okay, listen to you!" As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, "Let's get started!" With a wave of his hands, the stove suddenly burst into flames. Zhou Mo threw the Ya Yu sword into the furnace and watched it melt into molten iron one by one, with a focused expression.

Fang Yuhong crossed the wooden bridge to the south of the village with the Passing Water Sword in his hand, and Ling Fox, who was leaning on the tree, glanced at him: "Yo, the swords have been changed." Ethereal, it looks like you're planning a complete makeover. Fang Yuhong said: "Makeover is secondary." Ya Yu was infected by Yang Xibao's desperate move and couldn't use it. In case they come after them, do you want me to fight them empty-handed?"

"With a sword in your hand, can you beat us?" The wind sounded, two before and three behind, surrounding Fang Yuhong and Ling Fox in the middle. Fang Yuhong looked at Zhou Xianda and Fang Hongbo in front of him, and smiled: "Mangshi, in addition to bullying more and less, will you do anything else?"

Zhou Xianda cried tiger in his hand: "Even if you bully more and less, it is still righteous and bright, better than despicable plots." "Haha," Ling Fox held the thin sword in his hand, "Mang Lion's words, he is really thick-skinned to a certain level!" Fang Yuhong also smiled, and suddenly took a few steps away from Ling Fox left and right. The phoenix flame broke through the ground, and it was the phoenix Su Runrun's "Phoenix Wings and Sky Flight" that came out silently.

"Hmph, it turns out that you are the thickest skinned," Fang Yuhong looked at Su Runrun, "Silent sneak attack, shame is not ashamed!" Su Runrun snorted: "It's just the way of others and the body of others!" Zuo Hongju and Du Yuhang behind her left also didn't say a word, and made a bold move. Zuo Hongju Miao Jian "Inch Extension Momentum", Du Yuhang waved "Thunder • Tianqiu" and hit Fang Yuhong together.

Fang Yuhong retreated again and again, and when he looked up, he saw that Zhou Xianda and Fang Hongbo were also working together to drive Ling Fox to the other side. Su Runrun's wings were wide spread, hanging in the air, looking at the two places where the battle was, whoever showed a flaw immediately rushed in. For a while, Fang Yuhong and the fox were embarrassed.

In the woods on the other side of the river, there were also two people who looked coldly at the seven people on both sides of the war. Ye Gong on the left pouted: "This is what you said, 'You must be able to find that ethereal Fang Yuhong one step ahead of them'?" Ye Jinglun patted him on the shoulder: "The other sects are cleaning up the portal, let's interfere, it's not okay! ”

Ye Gong understood the meaning of his words, but he was still not at ease: "Then what if it ......" Ye Jinglun patted him again: "It's nothing, these five people can't take the two of them." Ye Gong frowned: "With five enemies and two, it won't be!" Ye Jinglun wanted to shoot him again, but he slapped him empty, and smiled: "They are bent on catching them alive, but how can it be so simple? If you were like you who only thought about killing them, those two would have died under siege a long time ago." ”

As he said, when the two sides did not fight much, Fang Yuhong and Ling Fox caught the flaw. A "sword sweeps the smoke", after the sword is broken, and the other is integrated and double-transformed, and the sound strikes the west. Both of them turned into light and walked away. "Chase Fang Yuhong!" Knowing that the fatal sword in Yang Xibao's chest was done by Fang Yuhong, Ye Gong decisively gave up tracking Ling Fox. "Let's go!" Yiye Jinglun grabbed his shoulder, and the green light flashed, and he chased away.

The realm of Middle-earth, the ruins of the sun.

The big drama at the entrance of the palace was being lively, but Peng Zushou, who was bent on watching the play, was driven to a dead end with a group of onlookers who did not know the truth. "It's not good!" Peng Zushou smiled bitterly and secretly prepared. Sure enough, the guards just admonished and strictly ordered not to go out of the alley, otherwise they would be killed, and turned to leave.

The people were relieved, but Peng Zushou's hands became tighter and tighter. Suddenly, several men in black silently appeared in the crowd, and blades as black as their clothes were swung silently, and the killing began. "Oh, help!" Peng Zushou rolled on the spot and rolled into the drainage ditch on the side of the alley.

As soon as he screamed and rolled, the people woke up and ran to the mouth of the alley crying. However, they were not greeted by the imaginary savior Praetorian Guard, but by arrows like flying locusts. The screams attracted dark clouds. Finally, when the screams gradually stopped, a thunder exploded in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The black-clothed men were not affected by the heavy rain, and the black knives in their hands made up for the vital points of each dead or half-dead person. In the midst of the blood, a figure followed the rain shadow and thunder, and quietly left.

At the gate of the palace, heavy rain fell without warning, and the emperor was busy using his body to block Duan Dingding's body. The chamberlain hurriedly opened the Luo Gai umbrella, and the emperor shouted loudly: "Cover the old general! Cover the old general!" The voice of the emperor covered the faint screams and begging for mercy. Yu Linfeng burst into tears, and asked for his life again: "Please make an order!"

The emperor said: "Aiqing, if I don't want to make an order, I really can't!" A minister next to him offered advice: "Your Majesty, it is better to mobilize some Suiyu generals from those people." Wouldn't it be good not to violate the ancestral precept that you must not send troops to intervene in sectarian disputes, but also fulfill Your Majesty's desire to avenge the old general?"

Those people can be trusted. The emperor nodded and said, "It's okay." Aiqing, I will join you with your token and go with Commander Sun to transfer troops. I first restrained the old general's good life, and waited for Aiqing's return!" "Xie Shengshang!" Yu Linfeng bowed again, took the token, and went with the taciturn commander Sun beside the emperor to transfer troops. Xu was so eager for revenge that he forgot to say goodbye to his teacher's body. When the emperor saw this, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

The realm of Taihang, southwest of Yecheng, Shili Pavilion.

It was already night, the Shili Pavilion was deserted, and the tea stalls and liquor shops had long been closed. In the woods outside the pavilion, two men in wide robes and big sleeves talked loudly. It is like a bamboo forest and a fairy in the road. Yu Shan looked at the two of them, and admired it in his heart: kneeling on the washboard can also be so full of Taoist Zen machines, it is really a master!

The two people sitting opposite each other officially fought against Yu Yan and Jiang Xian Fengge. At this time, Jiang Xianfeng Ge knelt with a washboard under his knees, while Zhan Yuyan knelt with a washboard under his knees—Wu Mingyue did what he said, and sure enough, he knelt twice. The two seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and their faces were not different, but they were full of interest, and occasionally argued.

"Brother-" Qin'er, who was talking and laughing with Wu Mingyue and Wild Fire, trotted over. Yushan turned around, his face turned white. Because Qin'er is holding a brand-new washboard in her hand!" Qin'er ran over, shoved the washboard into Yushan's arms, and pointed to Zhan Yuyan's side, her little face full of smiles.

Yushan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Qin'er-" Seeing him hesitate, Qin'er's face sank, and her "fierce state" was fully revealed. Yusugi had no choice but to walk over, put the washboard on the ground under her gaze, and sat down on his knees. "Hmph!" Qin'er smiled at this time, with the meaning of "count you as acquaintances", clapped her hands, and returned to the pavilion to continue talking and laughing.

"Welcome, welcome!" Jiang Xianfeng said with his hands clapped. "Boy," Zhan Yuyan patted him, "Life is full of flavors, all of which are cultivation. Welcome to the door of the washboard path!" Yushan's knee hurt, so he had to divert his attention and asked, "Can this kneeling washboard also cultivate the Tao?"

Zhan Yu said: "This is natural. Everything in the world makes sense. Those who know are attained, and those who understand are enlightened. As the saying goes, the Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things!" "Go! Go!" Jiang Xianfeng Ge disagreed, "What are you doing with so many twists and turns! The Taoist is right under your feet." ”

"At the feet?" Hasugi was puzzled. Jiang Xianfeng sang: "Isn't what you walk every day the road? You can follow the path of your predecessors, and you can find another way to create your own path. "I see!" One of them suddenly looked at him at the same time, but the ghost face sat down at some point, shaking his head as if he had realized.

The faces of the three Yushan suddenly turned unkind: Let's talk about it with a washboard, what are you kneeling without a washboard to make a fuss? Ghost Face spread his hands: Let me kneel, then someone has to send it to me! Suddenly there was a hiss, and Haoyue appeared from the Gate of Celestial Light, shook off something from his back, and landed in front of Ghost Face. When the four of them looked at it at the same time, it turned out to be a washboard!