Xu Huaigu cultivated the technique this time, and his breathing lasted for nearly three hours, and when he woke up again, the sky was already full of stars.

A few leaves fell on his shoulders and were gently swept away by the breeze. Listen to the chirping of the nightingale in your ears, and watch the sky full of stars and the boundless moonlight. The night was dark, and the woods stretched infinitely into the distance, and a small wooden house stood alone not far in front of me.

The years are quiet, and the present world is stable.

Xu Huaigu enjoyed this feeling very much, and this was his greatest pleasure after practicing swords and practicing. Walking the rivers and lakes always allows him to have one surprise after another, just like reenacting the stories and scenery in various books in reality, and the freshness makes him intoxicated.

He blew a fast breeze in the woods outside, and felt that it was getting late, so he returned to his room to rest.

The rooms are small, probably only fit a bed and a small table. The bedding on the bed is brown and yellow, and it looks like it has been used for many years, and there are patches in a few places, and the fabric is rough and abrasive to the touch.

There was only a small teapot and a small earthy yellow cup on the small table, and an oil lamp burning on one side, and that was all that was in this wooded room.

Xu Huaigu didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

The world is like this, and the common people's homes are almost like this. He lived a luxurious and luxurious life in the palace, drinking famous tea and eating minced meat, but that kind of discomfort everywhere was more like a sense of restraint for him.

Rather than being uncomfortable in the palace, he prefers this kind of earthen house between the villages, although it is simple, but it is sound and kind to sleep.

Habitually placing a dagger and a dagger next to his pillow, he went to bed. Only a dim old oil lamp burned in the room, and it smelled strange. The flames jumped, and from time to time there was a "clang" sound of fuel.

There were no windows in the hut, and as soon as he blew out the oil lamp, it was pitch black. An eerie silence filled the entire hut, and Xu Huaigu turned over, but he didn't feel sleepy, thinking of the Taoist priest and Li Zilai who had gone to other continents.

Thinking about it, he unconsciously thought of Zhang Xiaohe.

This partner, who played big with Xu Huaigu, didn't seem to have left Qingling at the beginning. His relatives had all died because of the incident, and he was left alone. A few months have passed, and I don't know how he is now?

Xu Huaigu's heart began to feel heavy when he thought of him. Why did he Xu Huaigu leave Qingling in the first place, and not others? He has seen the world outside, and Zhang Xiaohe can only live a boring life day after day in Qingling, and even starve, how can Xu Huaigu not feel sad or guilty?

Xu Huaigu's feelings for him have always been complicated. There is the joy of playing crazy together, there will be sympathy for his tragic experience, and there will be guilt for not being able to take him away from Qingling together, and now there is more thoughts about not being able to meet. These emotions are intertwined and intertwined, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't figure it out.

As a result, he was even more upset.

Anyway, since practicing the Jinshuo talisman, his spirit has improved a lot, even if he doesn't sleep for a night, it won't have a big impact, but the habit he has developed over the years still makes him go to bed on time every day.

Today is an exception, he sits quietly in the dark, and does not light the fuel lamp, just sits dry, thinking about the people in his memories and his own endless future.

There is a parting with the person you like, and there is also a vision for the future. That small village can only exist in his memory now, and those stable and comfortable lives can only be memories, and the rivers and lakes in the future will still have to be careful and calculated. Only when you calculate others will you not let others calculate yourself.

There will be gains and losses, and there will be gains and losses.

Lose the beauty and comfort of innocence, and get a broader picture of the world and let yourself go.

For Xu Huaigu, who only turned ten years old a month ago, this idea is indeed too precocious, but it is actually not a bad thing. The world is sinister, and if you don't have a long snack in the rivers and lakes, you will have to be swallowed up sooner or later.

He picked up the short sword and gently stroked the sword body, and could clearly feel the sharp sword aura of "Cangshui", which made his fingers a little numb.

This is Xu Huaigu's new discovery after entering the first realm. The sword qi on this "Cangshui" was extremely thick, and it could almost be condensed into substance. The sword qi on "Xiaoyu" is slightly weaker, but it can also be felt. As for the dagger that he bought at an ordinary blacksmith shop in Binxi, there was nothing at all. Based on this phenomenon alone, he was already able to guess a few things.

This "Cangshui" and "Xiaoyu" are obviously not mortal iron weapons, and they should be regarded as objects such as immortal magic weapons. In fact, the real situation is similar to this, but there are still a few differences.

Outside of the weapons cast by iron, they are magic weapons and artifacts cast by the immortal family with various other rare materials and mysterious means.

The immortal artifacts are divided into three large levels and nine small levels. The rank of the utensils from low to high is listed as spiritual weapons, magic weapons, and immortal weapons, and each of the three major levels is divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, which are three small levels.

The classification of the rank of each immortal artifact is extremely cumbersome, and it needs to be considered and measured from all aspects. Including the killing power, the material of casting, and even the caster are also important factors that affect an immortal artifact.

The best casting master in the world is the Ruan family in Zhongtu, who is recognized as the only casting in the world.

The Ruan family is in the same lineage, from ancient times to the present, each generation is to abide by the ancient skills of sword casting, with a strange sword spring on the mountain behind the Ruan family as the quenching thing for sword casting, and then the secret method passed down from generation to generation of the Ruan family condenses the sword intent in the sword, which makes the sword have infinite killing power. The sword forged in this way is no longer as sharp as clay, or it is a matter of slashing with other magic weapon-level artifacts.

The secret of the Ruan family's ability to forge a peerless sword is actually in that sword spring. For some reason, the spring water only flows out once a year, about two catties at most, and a few taels at the least. But no matter how much spring water there is, every drop contains an extremely pure sword intent, and it is the most suitable for refining the sword.

After the ancestor of the Ruan family discovered this strange spring, he settled here and established a sect. With sword casting as the foundation of his life, it quickly became the world's first sword-casting holy place. Only a very small number of masters know about this secret history, otherwise the Ruan family would have been broken by the low-level cultivators.

Only one of the most outstanding people in each generation of the Nguyen family can learn the art of casting, and only one sword is forged in his lifetime, because it takes more than fifty years to cast each time.

The Ruan family would select the most talented teenagers to learn the art of casting, and began to cast at the age of twenty, and by the day the sword was achieved, the boy would have become a gray-haired old man.

No one cares about the wishes of the foundry, everyone will only envy the person who can get this casting opportunity. For them, this is the supreme glory, the pursuit and goal of their life.

The Ruan family's sword has always been a legend, and the last time the Ruan family's sword appeared was in the great war between the demon clan and the human race in the world five hundred years ago.

Known as the first person in the world to cultivate the sword willow, the natal flying sword is the "willow" cast by the Ruan family, which has the same name as Yang Jianxian. However, in that battle, Rao's high-grade immortal weapon was also broken by Mo Long with more drastic means, and Yang Liu was also seriously injured by the backlash.

Fortunately, in the end, he succeeded in sealing the ink dragon, otherwise the Ruan family would have become a sinner for the ages because of this sword. However, the Ruan family has also been criticized a lot, and since then no Ruan family's sword has been born, I don't know if it was hidden by a master, or the Ruan family has never cast a sword since then.

Anyway, the Ruan family's casting technology is undoubtedly the first. From the Ruan family downward, it is the sword holy land that can really be seen and touched in the world.

One is the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb of Flying Fish Island. The new sword is cast with the sword qi and sword intent that tens of thousands of swords are buried, so that the sword handles cast are all murderous and unparalleled.

One of the most famous is a couple with a sword, a "dragon spring" and a "phoenix eye". Originally, it was a lottery head cast for a pair of Daoist couples who were both promoted to the eleventh realm monks, but now with the military dissolution of the two immortal couples, it has already been lost for many years.

The other is the Fufeng Knife Forest in Longjiazhou. The folk customs of Longjiazhou are extremely fierce, and they like to use the indomitable heavy sword, rather than the gentleman's sword advocated by Confucianism.

In Longjia Continent, everyone can wear a sword. From the emperors and generals to the common people, they are all proud of being equipped with good swords and heavy swords. So much so that the local Taoist giants Sanlong Mountain over there, Taoist priests all use runic knives as the foundation of talismans and Taoism. The people of Longjiazhou love knives so much, so it can be seen.

And Xu Huaigu's "Cangshui" sword is the sword used by Deng Zhiyuan in his early years, which is at the level of the best magic weapon. As for "Xiaoyu", it is a medium-grade magic weapon.

The rank of these two swords is already extremely high, even the poorer six or seven realm sword cultivators do not have such good swords, which is more than enough for him, a small realm sword cultivator.

Xu Huaigu began to feel the subtle sword qi in the "Cangshui" sword, and before he knew it, he was intoxicated and gradually got better. A wisp of sword qi seemed to leave from the upper reaches of the "Cangshui" and entered Xu Huaigu's fingertips, which was extremely mysterious.

This is the first time he has communicated with "Cangshui", and naturally he does not dare not cherish this good opportunity. As time passed, the "Cangshui" began to slowly tremble, emitting a crisp sword sound, which was the beginning of the resonance between the sword and the person.

Xu Huaigu didn't dare to be distracted at all, as if the whole person had entered another world.

At this critical juncture, the knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk" suddenly sounded, which made Xu Huaigu tremble violently, and that mysterious realm disappeared.

He was immediately annoyed.

Suppressing his anger and putting his hat back on, he asked, "Who is it?" ”

What responded to him was the "creak" of the door being opened, and the graceful figure outside the door shining like frost and moonlight.