The two took a short break and set off again. After three days of walking, I finally came to the foot of a majestic mountain.

The rain was incessant, and the forest was filled with fog. The two led the horses forward, and it was silent in all directions, only to hear the light rain, and it was difficult to distinguish the five fingers when they stretched out their hands.

Chen Jiu's mind moved, and he concentrated on perceiving his surroundings, and suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"There is a white ape coming towards us. ”

"Is that so?" Xu Wen smiled and said:

"That's Lord Anyang's servant. I thought I'd wait until the fog cleared before I went looking for it. ”

The two of them stood in place, and after a few breaths, they suddenly heard a sharp and thin voice, echoing in the forest.

"Who are you?"

"Changtian Xu's, Xu Changfeng came with friends. Xu Wen said respectfully.

"Let me tell you what. ”

The shrill voice gradually dissipated, and as the branches and leaves in the forest creaked, the white ape disappeared.

Tethered to the horse, both of them meditated, closed their eyes and recuperated. After about an hour, the fog dissipated slightly, and the white ape swung over the treetops and came to the two of them.

"Please come with me, both of you. ”

Chen Jiu and Xu Wen led the horses to accompany them, and the white ape walked lightly and agilely, jumping forward in front of them.

The deeper you go, the denser the woods become. The sky tree rises from the ground, and the branches and leaves hide the sky. I could barely see the figure of the white ape, and it took half an hour before I got out of the woods and went up to the mountainside.

Walking to a mountain stream, the white ape squatted down to drink, Xu Wen said quietly:

"The forest was a maze before, and without guidance, there was no way to advance or retreat, and it was better for me to be trapped in it. ”

Chen Jiu was shocked and also went to the mountain stream to drink horses. Rest for a long time and move forward. After walking through the somewhat broken wooden plank road, and walking over the rickety rope bridge, the valley in front of you suddenly opened up, and there was a cave.

Inside the valley is a medicine garden with a wooden house in the center. One of them was bowing down to tending to the herbs, and when he saw the two of them coming, he got up to greet them.

The visitor was dressed in sackcloth, and his feet were slightly stained with mud. He has a moderate figure, good facial features, kind eyebrows, and a little pale color in his short hair. With a wooden cane in his right hand, although he is a little hunchbacked, his gait is steady and he does not look very old.

"Lord Anyang. Xu Wen bowed, his expression full of respect. Chen Jiu also bowed.

"Junior, Chen Jiu, meet Lord Anyang. ”

"No need to be polite, two, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, this time, I don't know what is going on?" An Yang waved his hand and smiled, raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead, and said.

"Eye disease. Xu Wen smiled bitterly, and Anyang immediately beckoned the two into the house.

Sitting, Anyang made a pot of tea. The three of them exchanged pleasantries and explained their illness. He asked Chen Jiu to lie down and untied the black veil.

An Yang picked up a few silver needles and slowly submerged them into Chen Jiu's acupuncture points, making him fall asleep.

When he opened his eyelids, he saw that in the pupils of his eyes, like a trapped beast breaking through the cage, suddenly rushed out of a black light with a height of one zhang, and the black gas that filled it made An Yang frown.

"Huh. ”

After a long time, the black light gradually dissipated, and An Yang dispelled the black qi and leaned over to examine the black and shining eyes. Looking closely, the black gas is swirling, and the surface of the eyeballs is full of furrows and holes.

From time to time, old wounds heal, and black gas continues to erode, like a red-eyed vicious dog, biting, and new scars, the two form a strange balance.

"Changfeng Jun, I said earlier that Mo Putongjun's eye disease is caused by the cultivation of sword techniques. Can I take a look at the knife?"

First, Chen Jiu has always disliked others to use his knife. Second, the ink-colored long knife was extremely powerful. Xu Wen tried to draw his knife, but his clothes were burned by the dark red flames.

After thinking about it again and again, Xu Wenzhong untied the long knife on Chen Jiu's waist and handed it to Anyang.

"Lord Anyang, be careful, this knife is powerful. ”

Holding the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, An Yang suddenly felt a sense of intimidation, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar. The cold air of Sen Sen came to his face, and the cold breath mixed with the resentment of countless souls swept in.

Moving his left leg back and standing still, An Yang withstood the deterrent, and his empty eyes were refreshed again.

Slowly pulling out the long knife, countless dark red sparks appeared on the ink-colored blade, burning violently on the long knife with the momentum of a prairie fire. Shocked when he saw this, An Yang quickly ran the exercises, and all the cultivation of the five stages of the king rank was gathered in his right hand, and Fang barely balanced it.

"It's really strange... An Yang muttered.

A crackling sound echoed, and the dark red flames that burst and burned were filled with a masculine aura, which was actually balanced with the cold of the long knife, and so on.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, An Yang hurriedly put the ink-colored long knife into the scabbard, tied it to Chen Jiu's waist again, and sat down to drink tea, frightened.

"This sword is really extraordinary, probably something forged before the fall of the gods. While thinking, An Yang pulled out the silver needle and woke up Chen Jiu:

"Mo Tongjun, there is no cure for this eye disease. ”

Hearing this, Chen Jiu and Xu Wen were both shocked. Anyang can be called the first person in the north to have medical skills, he can't be treated, who can?

An Yang coughed lightly, and continued:

"At midnight, the yin qi is too strong, which fuels the yin and cold qi, so the pain is abnormal. If you want to eradicate it completely, you must draw the fire of your long knife into your eyes and balance it with that yin qi. But now that you're only a bit of a king, it's tantamount to setting yourself on fire. ”

"If he reaches the fifth rank or higher in the day, he may be able to give it a try. ”

"The old man has a prescription to relieve pain. However, the main medicine is bad, and the ice lotus can be found on the ancient ice field. ”

"The two of you find it, and the old man will refine medicine for you. ”

"Then thank you, Lord Anyang. Chen Jiugong said.

An Yang smiled and waved his hand and pushed Chen Jiu out. Only Xu Wen was left to sit opposite him.

"Changfeng Jun, the old man is practicing medicine to save people, and he shouldn't be nosy, but Ling Zun has been very kind to me, and I must tell you about this matter. An Yang's tone was slightly flustered.

"Lord Anyang, what's wrong with you. Xu Wen was a little puzzled.

"The old man asked you, what is the origin of the ink pupil?"

"Descendants of the Hundred Knife Chen Family. ”

Hearing this, An Yang shook his head:

"Do you know that the sword was forged before the fall of the gods?"

"Before the fall of the gods?" Xu Wen was also shocked.

It is now 739, and the chronology takes the fall of the gods as the first year. From this point of view, the knife has been around for at least 739 years. And the Hundred Knife Chen family is only a hundred years of inheritance, obviously...

"Lord Anyang, is this true?"

"This long knife was forged by meteoric iron, and the old man was fortunate enough to see a blade in his early years, which was cast by the gods before the fall of the gods, and was forged by meteoric iron. However, there is no meteorite in the world after the fall of the gods, so it can be recognized. ”

Seeing that Xu Wen was dumbfounded, An Yang said again, quite meaningful:

"Beware of the scourge of killing... ”

Xu Wen listened and was silent for a long time. At the end, he got up and went down the mountain step by step with Chen Jiu, speechless all the way.