Jiang Guo said when he was standing alongside her, "Are you thinking how nice it would be if you didn't let him change back to what he used to be?"

Zhen Kexiao looked thoughtfully at Yuanji's smiling appearance as he fled, she looked at the person and said, "Yes. He used to be a dead soldier in the palace, and I was young and literate, and he had already learned to hold a sword and kill people. He's never laughed, and he's never been so happy since he was a child."

As Jiang Guo crossed, there was a gurgling stream flowing between the rocks on his side, and the pure water waves flowed slowly down the stone paved canal down the mountain.

The steep mountain road was full of cultivators who had gone up the mountain to participate in the Soul Casting Conference, and some people stopped when their backs and legs hurt while walking, and took a spoonful of melon scoop water hanging by the canal to quench their thirst.

"He used to be like this stream, but it wasn't clean." Jiang Guo glanced at the stream, "In the past, he was a dead soldier, and his body was stained with human blood, like a river that never stopped bleeding, and it was only today that it was cleared from turbidity. I felt from the bottom of my heart that he was the best I've ever seen right now."

Zhen Kexiao looked at the back of the beggar Jingcheng, it was because of him that Yuan Ji became the innocent he is now.

She suddenly felt that this was all a destined reincarnation, Yuan Ji became friends with the person she hated the most, put down the sword to stop the grudge, and now they are like friends without distractions.

"He was reborn in a second life, forgetting everything about himself, maybe this is fate." Zhen Ke pursed his lips with a smile, "I don't know what to do at the moment, maybe along the way, he is so happy that he has lived out the missing part."

Jiang Guo understood, and her eyes showed pity, and she said, "His childhood was full of intrigue and blood, and now it is a rare opportunity to be so pure and true. Maybe it's better like that, but it's not up to you, and it's not up to me."

The water flowed across the small bridge, and under the shadow of the wooden bridge, withered petals floated on the water, and they followed the current far away.

"Why don't you ask?" Zhen Kexiao beckoned to Yuan Ji, she looked at Yuan Ji running over happily, and asked, "Yuan Ji, if you were to choose, would you like to remember everything before?"

Motoyoshi blinked curiously, and in the inquiring gazes of the two, he scratched his head and thought silently.

"In the past, there was a sea of suffering, and when I turned back, I was on the shore." He took a spoonful of melon and water, "It's up to you whether you go back or not, whether it's sweet or bitter."

Motoyoshi listened to Sheng's words and asked thoughtfully, "What kind of person was I before?"

Rika picked a wild fruit in her hand, and she wiped it with her sleeve and said, "Listening to what they say, you're definitely not a good person."

Yuan Ji looked at Jiang Guo and asked worriedly, "Senior sister, was I a good person before?"

Jiang Guo nodded, but looking at Yuan Ji's sincere expression, she shook her head again.

Zhen Kexiao patiently whispered, "You weren't good before, but if you say it's bad, it's also bad and forgivable."

Pear Blossom suddenly spit out the flesh that had been bitten into her mouth, and she scolded, "The fruits of this broken mountain are all bitter."

Yuan Ji turned his head to look at the flesh on the steps, and his brows gradually tightened.

The beggar Jingcheng ran back and snatched the fruit from Pear Blossom's hand, he bit off the other half, held his head high and said, "Nonsense, isn't this sweet?"

Rika said angrily, "Nonsense, my tongue is curled with this bitter fruit!"

Lisheng took the fruit from the beggar Jingcheng's hand, he raised his finger and said in an old-fashioned manner: "This fruit is called cause and effect, and those who know it well will eat half of the bitterness first, and then eat the remaining half of the sweetness. This is bitter first and then sweet, and bitter is sweet."

After he finished speaking, he pointed the fruit at Motoyoshi and grinned.

Motoyoshi looked at the fruit and said after a while, "I don't remember anything now, but if I was a bad person before, then I would like to remember it all." Chinese Net

Jiang Guo and Zhen Kexiao both looked at him in amazement, and then asked in unison, "Why?"

Yuan Ji looked at the two of them and said seriously, "Then I can do good things for the wrong things I have done before, and make up for the wrong things."

Jiang Guo and Zhen Kexiao were stunned when they heard this.

Boom!

The snowball smashed into Motoyoshi's serious face, and the beggar Jingcheng laughed triumphantly

Shouting, "Hahaha, hit!"

Yuan Ji came back to his senses and chased after the beggar Jingcheng and shouted, "Don't run!"

The two of them laughed and played again, and the flowers on the water of the stream were following the direction of the current, crossing the mountain.

"You and I are both falling flowers, deliberately following the flowing water." Zhen Kexiao calmed down after suddenly realizing it, and she said quietly, "But the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the flowers, it's just that. Go with the flow."

Jiang Guo looked at the petals on the stream and nodded slowly.

Several people walked back and forth and boarded the Ten Thousand Swords Gate. And Pear Blossom looked at the petals that were far away, and then looked at Yuanji's back, her expression struggling to change.

At this time, the crowd in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate was bustling, and cultivators dressed in different costumes stopped and waited in the wide square. And in the center of the square, the disciples in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were all waiting here early.

Whether it is a cultivator who is invited to come, or a monk from the mountains, he will receive a wooden plaque. Then follow the guidance of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and go to the Sword Pool.

The grand event waits for no one, and under the leadership of Zhen Kexiao, the group hurried to the Dufeng of Wanjianmen, which is where the sword pool is located.

Dufeng was originally the residence of the head of the Wanjianmen Creation School, which was a small thatched hut like embedded in the mountain wall, and the bottom was horizontal from the mountain peak, like a finger-long mountain top.

The top of the mountain resembles a lone finger, because the lone peak is extremely high, and the peak is close to the top of the sky, so there are thin clouds floating and floating around the vicinity. And the snow falls fluttering, like an ancient beauty, which makes the eyes of the viewers shine.

"Look." Zhen Kexiao pointed to the pond in front of the top of the mountain, "That's the Sword Pond."

Everyone stood on the thatched hut and looked down, and saw that the snow condensed by the snow peak for thousands of years into the sword pool, the water of the pond is crystal clear, if you don't look closely, it seems to be an empty pool.

There are several anvils and bellows placed next to the sword pond, and the charcoal shed looks old, built next to the top of the mountain, and there is a cliff outside it, and there is no abyss in sight.

Bang bang bang, the sound of striking iron is endless. Several swordsmiths were already beating iron tires by the pool. When the sparks burst out, Jiang Guo suddenly saw acquaintances in the crowd.

"Senior Brother Wu Linghao!"

This sound sounded, except for a few people in the field who were watching the iron intently, they did not look back, and the idle people all turned around.

Wu Linghao saw Jiang Guo get out of the hut, and immediately stepped forward to clasp his fists and salute. He was enthusiastic by nature, and he spoke with a loud voice: "Senior Sister Jiang, I didn't expect you to come to Wanjianmen too."

"The centennial event of the Soul Casting Conference, I don't want to miss it, junior sister." Jiang Guo's mood was also much more relaxed when he saw Wu Linghao, "I should have guessed on the way that the senior brother of this Spirit Casting Conference would arrive."

Wu Linghao smiled boldly and said, "I have been looking forward to such a grand event for a long time."

Yuan Ji looked at Wu Linghao with a daze, he turned his head and asked Jiang Guo, "Senior sister, who is this Senior Brother Wu?"

Jiang Guo stretched out his hand and said, "You must not know, Senior Brother Wu is my disciple of Kaiyuan Valley, and he is the premier sword-forging master of the Hundred Soldiers Hall."

There are many branches in Kaiyuan Valley, and the elders of each hall have a skill. The Hundred Soldiers Hall is the door of the Casting Appliance Hall, just like the Hundred Grass Hall, all of which are specialized in the study of pills. In the early years, the Kaiyuan Valley faction had many branches and leaves, and it was the largest and most miscellaneous faction among the four factions.

Yuan Ji bowed respectfully and said, "Yuan Ji, a disciple of Baicao Hall, has seen Senior Brother Wu."

Wu Linghao patted Yuan Ji on the shoulder with his big hand, and he said boldly, "It turned out to be a disciple of Baicaotang, that is Senior Sister Jiang's junior brother, and he is also my junior brother. Little junior brother, I see that your spiritual power is silent, and it seems that you have just entered the cultivation for a short time. I think you haven't been able to drive the sky yet, but you can come to the Hundred Soldiers Hall to find me in the coming day, and I will build you a weapon as a greeting gift."

Yuan Ji nodded, as soon as he heard the weapon, he inexplicably thought of the style of the sword. At this moment, he always felt as if something was missing, and his hand grabbed it unconsciously.

Jiang Guo nudged Yuan Ji awkwardly and gestured to his eyes.

Only then did Yuan Ji react, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, senior brother."

Wu Linghao didn't care, he bowed his head and said, "I'm going to play soon, you can wait and see." If I succeed in forging a spirit this time, I can promise to give you this weapon."

Zhen Kexiao suddenly said, "This senior brother, do you know that even the Ten Thousand Swords Sect

's descendants, the Beitang clan, have failed to create psychic weapons. You're boasting too much, aren't you?"

At this time, the iron furnace next to the sword pool was dazzling, and several swordsmiths sped up their beating, and the clanging sound came like a torrential rain. And the mouth sword tire has also been formed, as if it has reached a crucial step.

Quench!

Wu Linghao nodded with a smile and said, "The Beitang clan is the heir of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and its inheritance of the secret method of casting spirits is unknown, and no one has cast psychic swords for hundreds of years, so I really regret the rest of my life. But if the art of casting is only a secret method, I am afraid that it will not be able to cast the spirit of the machine. I've been studying for many years, and today I want to give it a try."

Wu Linghao's words were not like jokes, Zhen Kexiao saw him so confident, and couldn't help but look at him again.

"I believe Senior Brother Wu will be able to do it." Jiang Guo nodded and said, "Senior Sister wishes Senior Brother success!"

Wu Linghao arched his hand and said, "Lend you auspicious words."

At this time, the people in the audience seemed to be attracted by something, and many people said loudly.

"Look, it's quenched!"

Several swordsmiths stabbed the sword fetuses they had created into the sword pool, and a burst of steaming green smoke was rising, and several people picked up the sword and looked at it, all of them were stunned.

The people in the audience looked at each other, and some of them shook their heads.

"This sword pond water is the unique treasure of my Ten Thousand Sword Sect." At this time, the elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, who presided over the meeting, said, "The sword pond is extremely cold, if the casting heat is not mastered accurately, then the quenching level is the time when the sword destroys the god. If you have failed, please go down and take a break. Let's see the skill of the later casters."

Wu Linghao nodded at Jiang Guo and the others, and then turned around and walked towards the middle of the field.

Several swordsmiths who had been waiting for a long time walked towards the sword pool together, and the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect reported their names one by one. When reporting to "Kaiyuan Valley Disciple, Wu Linghao", Yuan Ji raised his hands and clapped his hands, attracting everyone to look sideways.

Yuan Ji was stared at by countless pairs of indifferent eyes, and immediately withdrew his hand timidly in fright, and then secretly shouted, "Senior Brother Wu, come on!"

Wu Linghao turned his head and smiled heroically, but when he walked towards the sword pool, a person staggered past him, and this person's figure suddenly attracted Yuan Ji's attention.