On the peak of Qixia in the Tianshan Mountains, the dark night gradually dissipated, and the dark night sky revealed a little light. It should be dawn, and the sleeping Yun Yao was awakened by a nightmare. When he came back to his senses, he felt that his waist seemed to be knocked by something and was very uncomfortable, so he sat up, and a jasper hairpin slipped from his clothes and fell to the ground, and he bent down to pick it up and put it in the palm of his hand to study it carefully.

"Isn't this hairpin the one I saw in the bazaar before? Why is it on me? Could it be that my brother bought it when I wasn't paying attention? But where did he get the silver taels?"

Before he could think about it, a sudden gust of wind blew the door open. Yun Yao hurriedly put away the hairpin and exclaimed, "Who?"

In the blink of an eye, a beam of blue light rushed into the room, and when he looked at it, he was relieved that it was the master. However, at this moment, the master looked very weak, his breath was disordered, his lips were a little pale, and his white robe was stained with some blood. Mei Qian'er from the other courtyard also hurried over when she heard the movement, and when she saw that the master was out of breath, she hurriedly asked, "Master, are you ......?"

Ji Xueqing swallowed a breath and said with a breath of true qi: "It's not a big deal, it's just that the true qi in the body is overconsumed." Previously, I had those demon plots under the mountain, and I was poisoned, but at the moment, it was just that the injury had not healed and ......" said that he deliberately lowered his voice in the second half, obviously not wanting to worry the two of them. Mei Qian'er heard the mystery in her words, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Hearing only the sound of "poof~", Yun Yao knelt on the ground, and begged with great self-reproach: "Master's idea to go down the mountain this time is all my own, and I have nothing to do with my brother, and I ask Master to punish me alone!"

Ji Xueqing's tone was a little stern, she snorted coldly, and asked, "I naturally know Lu Yu's personality, and I also know that this matter must be your idea." I have my own decision, and I need no more to say. Moreover, Sihui Valley is far away from the hustle and bustle, which is just right for Lu Yu's cultivation at this moment. As for you, going down the mountain without permission is naturally punished!"

Yun Yao was very aware of Master's style of acting, and it seemed that there was probably no room for reversal in this matter, so she had to keep her head down and wait for punishment. Ji Xueqing swiped his two fingers in the air, and the Snow Moon Sword flashed out of thin air, landed in front of Yun Yao, and asked, "I passed on your Snow Moon Divine Skill, but you can even lose the sword, and you have also fallen for the poisonous plan of the Demon Dao." If I hadn't bumped into it, your lives would have been lost at the bottom of the mountain. You will be punished to go to the bamboo forest outside the incense tower for three months, and you will not be allowed to come into contact with outsiders during this period!"

Yun Yao lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her master, she held the sword in front of her tightly and nodded in response.

Seeing her acquiescing, she turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Mei Qian'er and asked, "Master, you are injured, where are you going?"

Ji Xueqing's eyes were a little deep, and she said, "I'll go to Sword Casting Valley for a few days!" Before the words fell, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the house.

A cluster of streamers flew through the sky, and in mid-air, Ji Xueqing spread out his clenched left hand, only to see a pitch-black scar on the palm of his hand, and from time to time there were flames around the scar eating the true qi in his body. Who knew that the purple-black flame in Lu Yu's body was so domineering that even the pure Snow Moon True Qi could not completely refine it. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, a mouthful of poisonous blood spit out, my limbs were weak, my breath was unstable, and I almost fell from the air. Ji Xueqing had long known that she had been hit hard, and she had only relied on her deep internal strength to prevent her seizure, but now she really couldn't hold it anymore.

As early as a few days ago, when the Wu Clan was inquiring about information, he fell into the conspiracy of the Spirit Snake King, and this Spirit Snake King was a good hand at poisoning among the four city kings of the Demon Clan. If you are hit by her snake venom, you can't use your internal force within seven days, but it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the demon pill in Lu Yu's body attacked. As a last resort, the internal force was urged, and at this moment, the poison had invaded the limbs, and if it was not refined in time, it would spread to the lungs, and only the earth's core fireworks at the bottom of the Sword Casting Valley could be completely purified.

The sky gradually cleared, and a glimmer of light scattered from time to time in the sea of clouds, and the misty Lingyang Peak was illuminated by a beam of morning light in the sky, but it disappeared for a short time. Looking from above, the Sword Sect is so angry, Lingyang Peak is even steeper and steeper, even in mid-air, you can clearly hear the sound of swords, compared to Qixia Peak, it is a little harder and surging.

A hundred miles away from Lingyang Peak, the air here is mixed with a strong smell of ashes, looking towards the valley, wisps of smoke swept up from the valley floor, even at the top of the mountain, you can feel the heat wave at the bottom of the valley. The robe waved and fell on the top of the mountain, took a deep breath, a drop of sweat flowed from his forehead, staring at the bottomless valley, his heart was a little upset, and he seemed to recall the past in his heart, and he hesitated for a moment and jumped off the cliff.

Beneath this peak is the Valley of the Sword. Located between Cangyun Peak and Lingyang Peak, the Sword Casting Valley has been the important place of the Tianshan Sect for hundreds of years, and the valley has gathered talented people and craftsmen from this Shenzhou continent, casting tens of thousands of divine swords and magic weapons for the disciples of the Sword Sect. Today, the name of today's valley lord is "Hundred Lianzi", although he is an ordinary man, but the attainment of forging swords is rare in the world. The status in the sect is also quite high, no less than the seven sons of the Sword Sect and the four elders of the Qi Sect, even if they are in charge of the real person, they have to be polite. And the previous valley masters of this sword-casting valley are not able to live in it, they have been in the same line for nearly a hundred years, and the previous valley master is his father, and he is also the world's most famous sword-casting master "Zong Lianzi".

When the streamer fell again, it was already outside the valley mouth, looking around, the smoke was billowing out, and a strong sour smell filled the air, and the heat was unbearable, and there was no Sword Sect disciple wearing a Danqing Dao robe, and ordinary disciples couldn't bear the heat here.

"Qi Sect Leader Ji Xueqing asks to see you!" a voice echoed through the valley.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked slowly not far away, about forty, although his body was not very strong, but the muscles on his arms were particularly eye-catching, a pair of big eyes were very bluffing, his clothes were extraordinary, and his temperament was high, he was definitely not an ordinary person. This person is the valley master's "Hundred Lianzi".

"Xueqing Zhenren is coming, please forgive me for missing it!" Bai Lianzi walked over, full of energy.

"The valley master is more polite, and I will get straight to the point and not sell it. There are only two purposes for this trip, one is to ask to see the seniors of the sect refining son on the order of the senior brother in charge. The second is to use the geocentric fireworks at the bottom of the valley to purify the residual poison in the body!"

"Who is the poison of Ji Zhangjiao, who can't refine it on its own?"

"A few days ago, I was in the Wu Clan to find out information, and I was plotted by the Spirit Snake King and fell for snake venom. It's a bit of a shame!"

After hearing this, Bai Lianzi looked up to the sky and laughed, let him come from the road, and said, "Ji Zhangjiao, please come with me!"

As soon as the front foot stepped into the valley, the scene before him was very terrifying. The heat wave around him hit his face, and a behemoth appeared in front of him, and in the center of it was a crater-shaped thing that turned out to be a sword furnace. This sword furnace is probably several stories high, the bottom of the furnace goes straight to the depths of the earth, the raging fire gushes out of the furnace, the appearance is dark, there are some cracks on it, I am afraid that it has been a hundred years old, and the carved lines on the furnace wall have also disappeared under the baptism of time, although it is old, but it stands solemnly in the center of the valley.

There was the sound of metal hitting iron in all directions, and when I turned my head, I saw several tables around me, where several disciples were hammering and refining iron, and the walls of the mountain were plastered with casting drawings. There was not a glimmer of light in the valley, but it was lit by fire. Even the air I breathe is a little steaming, and the skin on my body is red. The only thing that was empty was the rocks and the iron. Walking in it is like being in a crater, which ordinary people must not be able to bear.

The valley is in the shape of a pyramid, the more you go up, the more comfortable you can be, each layer is a stone bridge made of several iron towers for people to walk, the hot breath will reflect the whole iron cable red, each upward layer has to stick to the stone wall of the valley layer by layer. Every disciple I saw along the road was tall and strong, but the number was scarce. This Sword Forge Valley is extremely strict in recruiting disciples, and each disciple is a local iron shopper before entering, and it can be inferred from the dwellings seen along the road that there are about twenty or thirty.

Bai Lianzi led her to a corner of the valley and walked about a stick of incense. There is no trace of the sword furnace here, the surrounding mountains and rocks are clustered, the temperature tends to ease, the air breathing is much purer, and gradually there are some green vegetation and some weak creatures. Walking along the steps of the mountain road, a huge building was slowly revealed. Ordinary people can't hear the sound, but the disciples who practice can hear bursts of low chirps, and the more they go up, the more obvious the sound becomes, and the birds and beasts along the road are gradually becoming scarcer, and each sound scares away a group of small animals. This low sound was not made by a monster, but by the sword spirit of the Excalibur, and above this staircase was the world-famous "Sword Casting Pavilion"!

The Sword Casting Pavilion may be a little unfamiliar to the disciples of the Qi Sect, but it is a yearning for the disciples of the Sword Sect. All Sword Sect disciples are only qualified to enter it if their swordsmanship reaches a certain level, and they can find a suitable sword for themselves through trials. Each Tibetan sword in this pavilion comes from the volcanic sword furnace in the valley, and the forging process can be described as extraordinary.

The two stopped outside the Sword Pavilion, the attic is not high, only three or four floors, the four corners are hung with wind chimes, a plaque is the most eye-catching, engraved with the word "Sword Pavilion", the righteousness is heroic, adding a bit of momentum to the whole small building. But the square was dusty, and the leaves were all over the ground, and it seemed that no one had visited for a long time. As if knowing the arrival of the two, a bronze bell rang in the building. When they heard the sound, the two stepped into the pavilion. It turned out that the square outside this building was actually a large illusion enchantment, which was used to test the disciples who came, and only by hearing the bell chiming through the enchantment could it be considered successful. And this enchantment is the "Sword Forest"!

Walking into the attic, you can see that the walls are full of swords, there are many of them, but the discerning person can see at a glance, although these swords are sharp but have no charm, in the hands of ordinary people can be described as a treasure, but for the cultivator is too mediocre. Further down, you can hear the sound of swords, and a spirit sword is lying in the box, and the sword body is fierce and dangerous, and the edge is compelling. These sword inspirations know that the cultivators who come are profound, and their breath is extraordinary, and they are all competing with each other. For a time, the room was illuminated with colorful and dazzling brilliance. Ji Xueqing glanced at the spirit swords in the eye box, there were about a dozen or so, and praised: "The valley master's sword-casting attainments are really inherited by the old pavilion master, and the quality of these spirit swords is all superior!"

Bai Lianzi smiled indifferently and replied modestly: "Ji Zhangjiao said that he laughed, I only know the true inheritance of my father." These spirit swords are the result of my research in the past few years, but they are worthless compared to the real Snow Moon Divine Sword!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to walk deeper into the attic, stopping until they were outside the door of a room.

"Father, Xue Qing really asks to see!"

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