The cultivation world, outside the Moon Palace.

The mountain is 8,000 zhang high, the high mountain is cold in wind and snow, and the broad cold stands in the sky.

Hundreds of years have passed since the matter of the Demon Abyss, a generation of Jindan has changed people, and the dynasty has changed the world, only the vast cold is far away and untouchable.

The white jade palace is semi-hidden in the clouds, and its color is shining, which should be the best in the world. Every year, I don't know how many mortals and monks come here to pay their respects, but very few people can climb the Guanghan Palace. Basically, only the Yuan infant period can take advantage of the Guanghan banquet to enter the moon palace that people yearn for.

On the mountain, relying on the cultivation of the Moon Palace, there are people from all over the world, and there is even no shortage of mortals who are looking for immortals.

Although the immortals are separated, and the monks will not run to the mortal world without anything, the Shangqing Palace does not have any imprisonment for mortals. Mortals can come and go in the cultivation world at will, as long as they are not afraid of death.

A teahouse, the second floor of the tic-tac-toe, a table and 4 benches, and most of the people who settle down are monks passing by and mortals of the gods. The basic cultivation is not high, and it has not yet reached the realm of Bigu.

The shopkeeper sat at the counter, holding his chin with his hands, and dozing off with his eyes slightly closed.

Suddenly, a shadow pressed forward, and the shopkeeper opened his eyes with a feeling, and looked up to see a white-haired old man with unkempt frames.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, coarse linen clothes, with a thin figure, his eyes covered with a piece of cloth, and he held an old broken knife in his arms and could not see his cultivation, like an ordinary blind old man.

The shopkeeper cheered up and said, "Guest officer, do you want to drink tea or teeth?" ”

"Is there any wine?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, as if the sand was stuck in his throat and rubbing.

"Yes, we have spirit wine here, and we have a good daughter Hong, what do you want?"

"I don't have a spirit stone, and I don't have that yellow and white thing, can you see if you can take a sip of wine?"

A worn-out and yellowed book was placed on the counter, and four words were written on the cover [Selected Knife Techniques]

The smile on the shopkeeper's face faded a lot when he saw this scene, but he didn't shake the old man's face, and said: "This guest officer, I'm not a pawnshop here, and I don't have that firm eyesight." If you don't dislike it, I can give you a jar of daughter red. ”

This is the pheasant exercise that comes from nowhere, but his way of dealing with the world is not to offend people, and a jar of daughter red is nothing to him.

Those who come are guests, and they will never be offended by smiling faces.

"Okay."

The blind old man nodded very dryly, and then found a corner to sit down. After a while, the shopkeeper brought a jar of daughter red and brought a small plate of fennel beans by the way.

There are not a few people in the teahouse, with dozens of tables on two floors, and a storyteller telling stories in the middle.

Mr. is almost middle-aged, and his cultivation is only a poor sour smell of refining qi, and he cannot be regarded as an immortal, but can only be said to be a person who begs for a living.

Immortals suppress the Demon Abyss, cover the sky with one hand, block ten thousand demons alone, and wish to come out of the Demon Abyss and ascend to heaven to come forward and return the peace of the world!"

This story has been sung for hundreds of years, and the children on the street can recite it backwards, and they have long lost their minds. The storyteller's mouth is not coincidental, and he can't tell the power of the immortals, so naturally no one applauds.

The blind old man drank a few bowls of wine, then waved his hand to the storyteller.

"What do you command?"

"It's not a good story."

Mr. Storyteller raised his eyebrows and glared, he had gone a lot from sourness in his life.

He arched his hand to the sky and said, "It is a great merit for the Immortal to suppress the Demon Abyss, and we all benefit from it. If it weren't for the immortals back then, the world wouldn't have become what it would become. If this story doesn't work, dare to ask the old gentleman what kind of story is okay? ”

With such a hat buttoned down, I'm afraid that even a disciple of the Great Gate Sect would not dare to respond.

The people around him also cast their eyes on this side, and there was little kindness among them. Although the storyteller is really not wonderful, it cannot be attributed to the story.

The blind old man didn't seem to notice the atmosphere around him, and still shook his head: "It's too old, it's too old, and the things of hundreds of years are talked about over and over again, and I can't tell anything new." ”

Mr. Storyteller's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so bold.

"Come down and let me speak."

After that, the blind old man walked up with a broken knife, and Mr. Storyteller was a poor and timid person, so he subconsciously gave way to his position.

In full view of everyone, the blind old man took a deep breath and opened his voice.

"The beginning of the Demon Abyss is the most holy and virtuous realm, the opportunity to become immortals in ancient times, and everyone who enters can be immortals. However, those who enter are all demons, devouring living beings and eating blood. Its evil heart is known to the world, and if it breaks through the boundary, it will feed on the world. ”

"In ancient times, there was a celestial venerable, who was martyred and enlightened by hundreds of millions of dawns, and the most holy and sage realm is not the most holy and sage of the people in the world."

"There are only immortal Dao people in the world, and the ancient demons of the Demon Abyss are unstoppable."

At this point, the voice paused, and then the voice suddenly rose and was as thick as a war drum.

"The immortals town the demon abyss, save the world in the evening, shake the thunder and control the world to borrow its spiritual objects from the people of the world, use the heaven and earth as a furnace, and refine the elixir. On the occasion of Dancheng, the Great Demon of the Demon Abyss was born, and the immortals shook the heavens with one hand and fought the demons with the other. When you ask Guanghan Immortal, you will be allowed to turn into a god and live for 3,000 years. ”

The blind old man's voice fell, and no one answered for a long time, and no one answered.

The storyteller was completely subdued.

"How?"

"The old gentleman is wonderful, he knows so much."

"Hahaha, after all, the old man has listened to it for hundreds of years." The blind old man let out a hearty laugh, wondering if it was an illusion that his body had become much taller than when he first entered.

Suddenly, his voice changed, "This story is too old. ”

"A good story doesn't look old."

"People are old, young monks, middle-aged people listen, people have been half cut into the soil and have not seen immortals." The blind old man walked back to his table, picked up a jar of wine, and drank tons and tons of wine.

With a clang, dozens of pieces of empty wine cans fell to the ground.

"Storyteller, I have a story that you can sing until you die, look at it."

The storyteller didn't know why, and before he could ask a question, the blind old man had already walked out of the teahouse with the broken knife, and he chased it out, only to see a knife light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

slashed towards the Moon Palace above the nine heavens, and the misty white clouds dispersed, revealing the most Guanghan Palace in the world.

The blind old man pulled out the broken knife, the blade was mottled, there were many gaps, and the rust was endless. The last sip of wine in his mouth sprayed on the knife, and gently shook the cold light to illuminate the world.

"I got Changchun at a young age, went out of the mountain village with a knife, and tried the knife in Guanghan Palace today."

With the smell of wine in his mouth, he knelt in front of the Guanghan Palace with his knees bent, held the knife high with both hands, lowered his head and raised his voice.

"Mo Yidao, by the grace of Changchun, embarked on practice. I heard that the immortals are good in the world, and I have a knife and invite the immortals to watch it. ”

The voice spread for thousands of miles, and countless monks cast their eyes, and after many years, there were still people who jumped out to challenge Xianwei without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

For a long time, an elegant and pleasant voice came out from the Guanghan Palace.

"Immortal retreat, retreat."

Mo Yidao didn't listen, and still knelt outside the Guanghan Palace. Ignoring the eyes of the people of the world and ignoring the drive of the Moon Palace, this is ten springs, summers, autumns and winters.

"The knife is good."

A calm voice came into his ears, and an ordinary Taoist appeared in front of Mo Yidao at some point, and gently picked up the broken knife he was holding in both hands.

It contains what he has learned all his life.

The Taoist observed for a while, and then with a slight wave, the sword light was thousands of miles, cutting the heavens and the earth.

"Selected sword techniques, what exercises do you want, supernatural powers, and elixirs?"

Mo Yidao tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and replied with a trembling voice: "Ask the immortals to give me a thunderbolt, not to live but to die." ”

After a few breaths, the Taoist slowly replied, "Yes." ”

The broken knife returned to Mo Yidao's hand, and when he looked up again, the sky was already covered with thunderclouds, and the light and dark thunder light hit his face, reflecting the excitement and fear.

The knife rises, and the thunder falls.

The heavens and the earth shook, and there was no light in the sky.

Mo Yidao held a broken knife and roared to the sky, and the thunder and body finally saw the god, and he died in a snap of his fingers.

The knife was never a knife, died in thunder, died at the age of more than 600, there was no door and no faction, leaving only a broken knife and falling under the Moon Palace, becoming a holy place for knife cultivation.

In the Guanghan Palace, the Taoist gently took a sip of tea.

"Don't use a knife, a knife will never be."

——

Zhao Di, Nine Shoutang.

Nine heads, meaning one of the nine short and nine long, the first of the nine short, is for the knife.

The popularity of the sword in the cultivation world is not as good as that of the sword, but the people who use it are not less than the same. Taking the middle and lower class monks such as Zhuji Lianqi as an example, except for the famous disciples of kendo, most of them are armed with knives or guns. As long as he has not departed from the mortal body, he will basically not use a sword.

Swords are not suitable for pure hand-to-hand combat, compared to knives and guns have a great advantage.

Jiushoutang is a sect with a knife, it is built on the spiritual veins of a deep mountain and old forest, and the place that was originally full of thorns and trees has been bulldozed by large machinery, and reinforced concrete buildings have risen from the ground. In the center is a huge boiler with a spiritual fire that spews out heat waves of up to 1,000 degrees Celsius every 10 seconds, like the breath of a dragon.

In order to make the best use of the goods, the Zhao Prefecture government plans to build several thermal power generation units on the periphery to supply electricity for this.

Under the spiritual fire, there are knives of different colors, including a horse chopping knife with a long handle, a ring hand knife with engraved dragon patterns, a single-edged horizontal knife, a cold moon knife bent to the next quarter moon, and a ring knife used by Buddhism

While!

The crisp sound of striking iron resounded through the towering boiler room, and the huge black iron hammer fell, and the alloy floor with a thickness of one meter shook slightly. An ordinary person stands here and goes down with a hammer, even if it doesn't hit him, the shock is enough to hurt the internal organs, just like the shock wave of the explosion.

Wielding the hammer is a two-meter-tall iron tower man, with powerful muscles, bronze skin, a Chinese face, and slightly raised eyebrows, looking like a tiger from a distance.

His name is Mo Yidao, the master of Jiushoutang Hall in Zhaodi, the owner of Jiushoutang Forging Co., Ltd., with a registered capital of 100,000 yuan, and is currently the only blacksmith part-time.

Due to the fact that the government has successfully broken through the difficulties of the refining method in the past year and trained a large number of refiners, the price of the spiritual weapons in the Nine Shoutang has to be greatly reduced. The weapons forged by his own disciples can only be sold through private channels, and the government does not accept swords and other magic weapons at all.

It is said that the government now uses a 50-ton block of dark iron, which is controlled by 10 people, and killing the foundation during the Qi training period is like killing a dog.

Mo Yidao is also very appreciative of the Xuantie block, the Jindan period is useless, but it is simply an invincible existence at the level of foundation building and qi training. Pure flying smashes are not something that anyone can stop, let alone a firearm.

The government is very good at this kind of group fighting.

As a result, Mo Yidao had to work overtime to forge weapons to maintain the food and clothing of the entire sect. Although the low-end magic weapons were affected by industrial production, they had no impact on the magic weapons in the foundation building period, and the Jindan period was assessed as a strategic-level weapon.

He can make 2 foundation building knives a day, and it is not a problem to add 5 points to the processing. A knife can be sold for 3 million spirit stones, and those in better condition can reach the 10 million level, and even 100 million is not impossible. But it's a pity that the 100 million people who took out the family gate valves, and they couldn't take out the spirit stones worth 100 million.

While!

The last hammer fell, and the ring-headed knife on the forging table flashed with fire, full of spirituality and shining.

Mo Yidao put down the heavy hammer, picked up the blade and looked at it carefully, and exhaled lightly across the blade in one breath, accompanied by a slight hum, invisible knife qi flew out, leaving a trace on the alloy ground. Knife marks like this were everywhere, densely all over the boiler room.

As soon as he threw it away, the newly forged broadsword hung on the iron chain above, nourished by the aura.

Dharma weapons are expensive, and the aura and materials are expensive.

"Come in."

Immediately afterwards, a strong man who also looked very burly walked in, his face was a little flustered, his steps were slightly faster, and he said: "Master is not good, the Taiyin Fairy is back, and other sects have written to say that they are afraid that they are going to ascend to the town level and integrate the sects of Zhao Di." ”

"The Taiyin Fairy is back? She was willing to come back. Mo Yidao's face was surprised, he thought that the other party would not come back after going like this, even if the station of the Moon Palace was in Zhao.

Maybe it would not be surprising that Tianyue Palace gave up Zhao Di, which they had been operating for so many years, and moved directly to Zhoudi.

"That's right, this morning the government received news from Qin Di that the Taiyin Fairy was going to apply to become a town and a country-level." The disciple said that this was undoubtedly heavy news for all the monks.

Theoretically, the town is the top boss of all monks, and no one likes to find a father for themselves. Whether it is a native monk or a reincarnated person, most people don't want Zhao Di to have a town and country level.

And in his opinion, the Taiyin Fairy is robbing him of his master's position. Before that, in the entire Zhao Land, the most likely thing to become a town country level was Jue Dao Mo Yidao, if he hadn't recovered relatively late, he would definitely have a place for his master.

Originally, Zhao Di and Mo Yidao had begun to make contact, and it was expected that they would be officially appointed after about half a year of negotiation, but suddenly a Taiyin fairy was killed. The background of the peak of the gods, the descendants of the immortals, the first beauty in the world, etc., instantly made the government fall to the other party.

The most terrible thing is that his master was beaten to death by immortals in his previous life.

"News from Qindi?"

Mo Yidao grabbed the key information, thinking that it was just a rumor, but now it seems that a closed-door meeting at the town and state level exists.

He waved his hand and said, "Go back and practice, you don't have to worry about this matter, and don't get involved." ”

"Master, let's run, everywhere in the world is practice, we."

"I said go back to practice."

“.”

A few seconds later, the disciple flew straight out of the boiler room and slammed down the steps. If it were an ordinary person, it might be lifeless at this moment, but it would not be painful for the foundation building monk who was refining the body.

After kicking the disciple out, Mo Yidao said to the empty boiler room: "Come out, have something to say, leave without anything, Mo Mou is not welcome here." ”

The next void was slightly distorted, and a person with a sharp face and thin eyes walked out, cultivating as a golden pill, and his breath was neither righteous nor evil.

Jindan is not difficult for reincarnated, what is difficult is the consummation of Jindan. Many of the golden pills were forcibly raised, and they simply did not meet the standards of their previous lives.

"Mo Daoyou, Xiaodao."

"Say hello and be spared." Mo Yidao interrupted, "I'm not interested in metrics. ”

The words showed no mercy, which made the visitor's face not very bright, but he was forced to attack because of the strength of the other party. In the past, Mo killed a Jindan period when he built the foundation with a sword, and now the strength of entering and exiting Jindan is probably even more terrifying.

The fact that the strong crush people and the weak have no voice has never changed among the monks because of the changes in the world.

The sharp-faced monk said: "The Taiyin Fairy is back, the Sword Immortal sent back, the Zhenguo level was recommended by General Qin Fei, she is in the world of immortals, you can't compete with you." ”

"Zhou, Qin, and Qi have all completed their full control over the spiritual veins. Both nominal and actual control fell into the hands of the living immortals. Zhao Di is the last place we want to keep for ourselves, and we must fight for it. ”

Mo Yidao's eyes widened slightly, and his tower-like body leaned forward slightly, and the man subconsciously tensed his body.

"You want to fight the immortals?"

"Cultivating noble contention, the spiritual vein is originally a heavenly being, and it never belongs to anyone. The immortal in the world is domineering and lonely, and the aura of seizing the world is given to mortals, and one day it will provoke the anger of the public, Taoist friend, you are not alone. In this world, there is not only a strong person in the world, but there will always be a strong person who is equal to him or even stronger in the future. ”

"He is now just a tiger in the mountains, and a monkey is the king. And I am here today by order, and I want to ask you to disturb the Taiyin Fairy to ascend to the national level of the town, and at least frustrate her arrogance. ”

The sharp-faced monk didn't answer positively, but Mo Yidao took it as if he had admitted it.

A cold light flashed, and a head with a divine soul was slashed by the sword light.

Mo Yidao didn't look at the fallen corpse with his eyes, and looked at the blade with a lowered gaze, which was already covered with dense cracks.

He sighed sincerely: "It's not as good as my broken knife." ”

(End of chapter)