Among the sword weapons department, but there is far from the general public looking up to the sword weapons department, Feng Jing just silently looked at the sword weapons that have been formed, this is just the beginning, quenching into a row, and the ones that have not opened the blade are only sword weapons after all.

Swordsman, soldier also.

What the brocade-clothed Taoist Li Yuhuan brought was a sword embryo that was about to be quenched, but for some reason, there was no sword tire in the sword embryo, and what Feng Jing cast was not a sword weapon, but a sword fetus.

What jumped very regularly was the flame in the sword furnace, and the sword weapon was the same as Feng Jing, silent in the cyan flame, allowing it to burn in every way.

Today's sword weapons department, quiet and safe, although the five hundred heavy armor army is open, but within a radius of a few miles, no one dares to come, maybe those wolf-like soldiers come back, if they can't keep it, they will have to die.

Feng Jing enjoyed the tranquility of this storm coming, and the jumping tongue of fire jumped out of the sword furnace and landed in Feng Jing's palm, and the manic flame suddenly quieted, like a cat, falling into the hands of the master, quietly enjoying this moment of tenderness.

Among the sword weapons, the sword fetus beats like a pulse, which can't help but remind people of the beating of the heart, full of vitality.

The time was almost up, Feng Jing waved his hand and smashed the quiet and abnormal flame in his palm into the sword furnace, and the rising tongue of fire fell suddenly, but if he got closer, he would find that the flame that was originally just glowing with blue was now pure green.

Feng Jing no longer hesitated, flicked his fingers, and a series of blood from his fingertips flew into the sword furnace and landed on the sword weapon, the pure green furnace fire continued to burn, but the blood beads that fell on the blunt blade of the sword weapon were not evaporated by the pure green furnace fire.

With another flick of his fingers, blood flew up from Feng Jing's fingertips and fell into the sword furnace.

In the turbulent times of the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a matter of using the blood of the sword-forging person to enter the sword furnace and open the spirit and quench the edge, Feng Jing did this, but it was not to emulate the predecessors, but this sword weapon was unwilling to open the edge!

Historically, only swordsmiths have opened the edge of the sword, but there is no sword that is unwilling to strike.

Feng Jing was originally a grandmaster figure who forged sword weapons, but it was the first time he had seen such a situation, when Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, brought the sword embryo, his breath was not as pure as that of other sword embryos, but mixed and abnormal.

Several blood-colored rays flew in one after another, but they still failed to let the sword weapon in the sword furnace open, Feng Jing's eyes swelled with different colors, but he stopped the blood-colored flying in his fingertips.

One man, one sword, so silent.

The atmosphere is awkward now.

Feng Jing seemed to think of some clues, some memories that were silent in the depths of the heart lake, just like the stones in the lake, silent, but if you think of it, it will splash waves.

"Hahaha, I see, the old cow's nose is actually this thought, it is really old and immortal is a thief, this trick, I am afraid that those so-called saints are not as good as you white-haired old fox, hahaha!"

The silent sword weapon department echoed Feng Jing's comfortable laughter, once he thought of the key between things, these things that made people rack their brains suddenly brightened.

And at this moment, the falling tongue of fire suddenly rose, and the sword weapon, which was originally silent in the sword furnace, actually had an erection similar to that of a fetus.

Feng Jing didn't step forward to investigate, since he had figured out the tricks, he naturally didn't need to spend his mind anymore, just let it be.

A blood-colored color spread in the pure green furnace fire, and the round blunt blade slowly bloomed in the blood.

............

Fang Liang looked down at Longchang Town, there were no more waves in his heart, this gamble, Lao Xiucai had arranged with him for hundreds of years, and now it was about to be realized one by one, and there was a sense of unreality.

People in the world are willing to look down on the world, but they don't want to look up at the world, looking up and looking down, there are two kinds of avenues, one only wishes to live forever, all things are ants, the other wants to grow in the world, everything is in my heart.

What Fang Liang did was the latter, Lao Xiucai always said that the monks on the top of the mountain are all immortals, and even the Jixia School Palace is not exempt from vulgarity, but what about after immortality?

The red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots all come from the same source, but the direction of the visualization is different, Lao Xiucai did not say the right or wrong of immortality, because they are also on the way to seek immortality, since they are also there, they are not qualified to talk about the rights and wrongs of others.

On the top of the mountain, there is no right or wrong, only winning and losing.

This is the case with merit and learning, no matter what you regret in the past, but you will be worthy in this life, right and wrong will always exist only in people's hearts, but they will never affect the change of authority.

also includes the gambling game in Longchang Town, isn't it just to gamble on the authority of the Heavenly Dao in the world today?

Fang Liang disdained to conceal it, Lao Xiucai was also average, since he made it, why bother to hide this thing that was already on the table.

Looking up, Fang Liang seemed to see the stars and the bright moon hidden in the clouds, but in the future, it would still come after all.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

But it came like this, but it was a bit surprising, so much foreshadowing, but it just came like this, it was really a bit hasty, but the chess game and gambling games are like this, just like the way of heaven, fortune tellers often chant in their mouths, but a sentence "Hexagram dare not be exhausted, fear the impermanence of heaven." ”

Fang Liang and Lao Xiucai were not arrogant enough to get rid of the Heavenly Dao, the predecessor of Longchang Town was under the Heavenly Dao, and now it is, it's just a matter of how many rules they abide by.

Huanghuang Tianwei surged into it like a tide, in Longchang Town, the mountains and water transportation, the aura of heaven and earth, suddenly condensed, endless, and now it has become a confinement, and the same boulder is pressed on the chest and cannot breathe.

The fog that covered the eyes of everyone in Longchang Town suddenly dispersed, and the clouds and mist were cleared to see the sun, but there was no expected joy, but a dullness and regret that followed.

The saint is a character who only exists on the top of the mountain and in the legends of the world, the temple is worshipped, the merits are gorgeous, and the incense is enjoyed.

Any ghostly means, under the true uprightness, will have nothing to hide.

Xu Bailu and Pujia looked up at the endless blue sky, what they saw was not white clouds and Shujuan, but clouds, and Pujia was even more trembling in the Heart Lake Xiaolong Palace, and the sage's heavenly power had already penetrated deep into her bone marrow.

Feeling Pu Jia's fear, Xu Bailu held Pu Jia's hand tightly, her eyes were full of determination.

The old Jianghu Lu Minghong and the noble lady Pei Wei are like ashes, all the plans are bankrupt, and even the last killer feature is broken by a young man who came from nowhere.

Yao Jing was as silent as before, what he experienced was also a big defeat, and he lost all the chips bet by the Longquan Dynasty, but he was not disheartened at all.

This is written in the last bag given to him by Zhang Zaihou, the head of Zhongnan Academy, Yao Jing's temperament is free and easy, and he doesn't take it to heart at all.

Depreciation is indispensable, but it should only be regarded as going to the academy to learn some truths.

In the Folding Willow Alley, Zhang Suiniang followed behind Jiang Tu, the king of Jiuhe, and couldn't help but smile flatteringly, and the gentleness and posture hidden in the sorrow because of hard work suddenly bloomed, which couldn't help but attract attention.

Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu forcibly suppressed the burning desire in his heart, this day is still long, he will naturally have the opportunity to let this charming woman obediently climb into his Lanzhi Garden, but the most urgent thing now is how to get out.

Zhang Sui watched coldly, what Wang Yuanbao said kept echoing in his ears, just like the whispering of a god, muttering in a dream, lingering, after killing Cai Xuan, Zhang Sui did not have the slightest fear of killing.

This is also what Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu likes.

............

Everyone in Longchang Town has their own thoughts, and except for outsiders, the old people in Longchang Town, three surnames and ten families, are more expectant, Longchang Town is the sky in the pot, and those trapped in it are the caged birds.

Now that there is a hole on the top of the head, you can see a different scenery from the cage and the pot, who wouldn't think a little.

Fan Laocheng, the gatekeeper of the ancestral hall of the three surnames, is the most calm, he knows the thoughts of the birds in the cage in the pot, and he also knows the key to this gambling game, so he is calm.

After three rounds of drinking, Fan Laocheng sneered: "Hmph, you should come, you can't hide, why bother to seek your own death? Three surnames and ten families, amazing talents? Out of this pot of Zhongtian, I can't be this caged bird, I'm afraid that sooner or later it will become a food for others." ”

The methods on the top of the mountain are the same as the tricks of ghosts, Fan Laocheng knows very well, when he bet on the dragon field, what he appreciated was endless killing and conspiracy that came from nowhere, but was enough to take people's lives.

The three surnames and ten families who have not gone through the baptism of killing and bloodshed, even if they have the background of practicing qi in the turbulent times of the Spring and Autumn Period, they are just talking on paper, and after being comfortable for a long time, they naturally want to die, Fan Laocheng has no obligation to accompany these arrogant guys to die.

"Fang Liang, is it really worth it for you to do this? Do your best, but you are raising such an ordinary ungrateful, even if it is a waste that you will not pick up even if a great opportunity is placed in front of you, is it worth it?"

The ghost tricks made by the three surnames and ten families, Fan Laocheng was only afraid that he knew better than them, picked up the chopsticks to eat, put down the chopsticks and scolded his mother, it was said that the three surnames and ten families were arrogant and arrogant.

Fan Laocheng couldn't help but doubt what Fang Liang had done.

But all he can do now is to guard the ancestral hall of the three surnames, which is his promise and his thoughts.

............

Suddenly, the wind rose, and spring was not too late, but the cold spring has never been unruly, there was no trace when it came, and people sighed when they left.

In the wind, there is a little bit of rain.

Fang Liang stood in the wind, and there were two more pieces of the winning money in his hand.

"Qingming" and "Mangzhong".

The changes on the ocean, if they can't be detected again, Fang Liang will really become blind and deaf, the most frustrated Wei Pingsheng in the world, draw his sword to stop the saint.

Such a story, falling into the mouth of the storyteller, will definitely be arranged into a tome, enough to tell for three days and three nights, and if it is not enough, it will give Wei Pingsheng the title of a defeated saint.

It's just that thoughts are thoughts after all, and they can't be true.

Huanghuang Tianwei came one after another, above the sea and ocean, leaving Wei Pingsheng alone to sigh.

The clouds have cleared, and since they have come, there is no need for water to hide their whereabouts.

Confucian sages' verbal and written criticisms.

The Taoist sage's carefree things.

The martial arts of the military saint are prosperous.

All represent the glorious heavenly power of the Heavenly Dao, gathered in the only dragon breeding land after the collapse of the Tangtang Cave Heaven, which has not been seen for thousands of years.

"Fang Liang, you are guilty!"

The first to speak was a humble gentleman and a Confucian sage who was as gentle as jade.

If you really line up the elders and the young, the old Xiucai is in the same vein, I am afraid that he is many generations higher than the current Confucian sage, and the Confucian sage does this, but he wants to block the mouths of the two people who came with him.

Own family business, own absolutely.

The young man wearing the hibiscus crown just looked at Fang Liang standing in the middle of the school hall lightly, and did not mean to speak.

And the middle-aged man in the martial arts costume has a cloudy and uncertain demeanor.

Fang Liang smiled indifferently: "What am I guilty of!"

The thief of the hook is punished, and the thief of the country is guilty, but the result is diametrically opposed.

The gambling game of the dragon field is exactly what belongs to the way of heaven and the authority of the saints.

Is this a sin?

The emperor took turns to do it, and this year came to my house.

The roughest sentence in the market is the best way to describe the current situation.

After holding the power for a long time, it is time to hand it over.

This is what Lao Xiucai and Fang Liang said, the combination of immortality and authority is a kind of deformity, and the saint is the ferryman in this distortion.

It's just that today's ferryman has taken care of himself as an existence that makes the world look up.

Fang Liang's words thundered in the ears of the Confucian sage, but he had nothing to say.

At this moment, the young man wearing the hibiscus crown who had been silent all this time spoke: "Since this is the case, then let it be, your sins are unforgivable." ”

Hearing this, Fang Liang laughed out loud, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"So, I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity!"

Two copper coins that had been silent in Fang Liang's hands suddenly shot out.

Mountain water transport, roaring operation!