There was silence in the room, and after a few moments, an old man pushed the door open and walked out. The old man was quite old, estimated to be in his seventies, his beard was thick and hanging down, his body was emaciated, his arms were as slender as a skull, the skin around his body was atrophied, and his sparse hair looked like a broken candle and a short willow from the outside, crumbling, and I am afraid that time was running out. But his complexion is ruddy, and he is an optimistic person from the point of view of his spirit. This old man is the former Sword Casting Valley Master, Master Zong Lianzi!

Even Ji Xueqing, who is usually high-minded, has to respect him a little when she sees him, bends down and salutes, and says, "Master, the juniors are bothering this time!"

Zong Lianzi hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and said, "I heard that Xueqing Doll has become the head of the Qi Sect, and the old man can't afford such a big gift now! Don't stand outside the house, hurry up and enter the house." ”

The three of them walked into the house, the room was disorganized, the pen, ink and paper on the table were scattered aside, the floor was full of discarded manuscript paper, the shelves were full of books, and the walls were plastered with design drawings. In the center of the bedroom is a workbench, and behind the table and chair hangs a mural, which does not depict any scenery of mountains and rivers, but three swords. One of them is not unfamiliar with the Snow Moon Divine Sword, which occupies the far right side of the mural. The one on the opposite side seems to have been seen somewhere, but it is actually the one in the tomb at the foot of the mountain, but unfortunately it is already two in this painting. The one in the center is the most delicate, with delicate carvings, but it is unheard of.

Ji Xueqing looked at the mural and froze, stunned. Zong Lianzi seemed to see through her thoughts, and sighed: "The three divine swords in this portrait are the hard work of my life, and they contain my lifelong attainments in sword casting. But it's a pity......"

Gradually, his eyes were a little ruddy, and a few tears overflowed, and he said word by word: "More than ten years ago, I found the dragon slaying sword in a tomb at the bottom of the mountain, and this tomb belongs to Senior Brother Lu. It's a pity that the blade of the sword has been broken, and the sword soul has also gone with its master, like scrap metal abandoned in the tomb!"

Zong Lianzi's thin body trembled violently after hearing this, but fortunately, his son was by his side in time, otherwise he almost fell. After a long pause, he spoke: "Thirty years ago, my sword-forging skills were already at the peak, and they were unique in the world. He devoted all his life to casting three divine swords on the sacrificial cloud platform, Hidden, Slaying the Dragon, and Snow Moon. The three divine swords restrain each other and balance each other, and I still remember the scene when the swords were formed. The three divine swords are even more famous in the hands of your three descendants, and they are infinitely beautiful for a while. But maybe it's me stealing the heavens and going against the sky, the divinity of these three divine swords is too strong, so the three of you are in such a situation......" There were mixed tastes and sadness in his words.

The room was silent for a while, and the atmosphere was solemn. Zong Lianzi walked to the workbench, turned out a hidden box, took out a drawing from it, and spread it on the table, which was the design of the Dragon Slaying Sword. Looking at the design drawing, tears fell uncontrollably, and he said to himself sadly: "Back then, Xuan Yezi was valued by the Qingxu Daoist and appointed as the next head, so I gave him the hidden sword of the head of the three divine swords. Han Cang's temperament is pure and good, and he is upright, so I will pass on the pure yang and righteous dragon slaying sword to him. And you are a once-in-a-century genius of Qixia Peak, so I will give you the Snow Moon Sword of the Breath of the Moon God. It was supposed to be a good time for our faction to regain its strength and make a name for itself, but because of that catastrophe, the three of you fell into the abyss from which you will never recover. More than 20 years ago, the demon Dao Gong went to the mountain gate to invade our faction, and secretly manipulated the sword of the town faction, killing Qingxuzi. Fortunately, Hancang Zhenren repelled the Demon Emperor with the power of the divine soul, which not only was destroyed, but Yu Xiaozhen also died tragically in the hands of the Demon Dao, and the sect was almost wiped out for a while. Xuan Xuozi and Yan Chaiyang also stood up to compete for the position of head of the house, and put all the blame on Lu Linfeng. Many disciples in the sect had different discussions, and Lu Linfeng had no choice but to abandon his cultivation, and broke the blade of the dragon slaying sword with his bare hands. But Yan Chaiyang was aggressive, forcing him to apologize for his sins in the Cangyun Palace. Seeing that the world was hot and cold, Xuan Yezi was angry and gave up his position as the head of the house, and disappeared from then on, and was never heard from again. Only you and this Snow Moon Sword are still left alone in the world!"

Endure the sadness, calm his heart, and comfort: "Master, the past is like a cloud of smoke, let it be scattered in this earthly world. If the master still wants to make a memory, the junior will go down the mountain to help you find the dragon sword. ”

"No need, just let the sword spirit of the Dragon Slaying Sword always accompany Lu Linfeng's side!"

Grabbed the drawings on the table, his hands trembled slightly, and he said to himself: "When I was young, I once happened to find a dragon scale of a falling dragon in Buzhou Mountain, so I borrowed the secret method of the Longyuan clan back then, and introduced all the turbid dragon breath in the scales to the blade of the dragon sword. The sword body is dangerous, and the sword soul is mixed with dragon breath. It's just that...... It's a pity, it's a pity!"

When Ji Xueqing heard the word "Long Yuan", her face changed drastically, and she asked, "Long Yuan, how much does the master know about it?"

Seeing her look flustered, a little inexplicable, she replied: "Long Yuan is an ancient tribe at the time of the flood famine, are you interested in it?"

"To tell you the truth, this trip is to ask about the secrets of the Ancient Longyuan Clan!"

Zong Lianzi nodded, pondered for a moment, stroked his beard, and said meaningfully: "At the beginning of the flood and famine, Pangu opened the heavens and the earth, cut yin and yang, adjusted the sun and the moon, turned mountains and rivers, and created all things in heaven and earth. His disciples Nuwa, Fuxi, and Shennong opened up the order of the Six Realms and established the laws of heaven and earth. There are six worlds: gods, demons, demons, ghosts, witches, and humans. Tens of thousands of years ago, the gods and demons fought on the banks of the Lechuan River, and the demons were defeated and sealed into the foreign enchantment, and they could no longer touch Kyushu. Time has passed, and thousands of years later, the dragon pillar of Buzhou Mountain collapsed, and Nuwa sacrificed her life to make up for the sky. The lich fought with Buzhou Mountain, the twelve ancestors and the demon clan Donghuang died, the Wu clan was seriously injured and retreated to the 100,000 mountains, and the clansmen guarded the Wu Valley for generations, not asking about the world. The demon clan also suffered heavy losses, so they could only give up the Shenzhou Continent and take Lethe River as the boundary. And the ghost clan has lived in the netherworld realm in the lower reaches of Lethe River for generations, but there are many things on the ground. Our human race jumped up under the leadership of the Xuanyuan clan, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, one mountain did not allow two tigers, the two emperors of Yan and Huang and Chi You fought a decisive battle in the pursuit of deer, the lives were devastated, and all things were destroyed. And this Long Yuan is a branch of the Chiyou clan back then, the Chiyou clan was born with divine power and is brave and aggressive, and some small demons and gods who have cultivated shallow have fallen into their hands. And this Longyuan clan has been famous for their sword-casting attainments, slaughtering some small gods with their Yuan Shen sacrificial swords, the method is cruel, and the sword cast is even more bloodthirsty. At its peak, seven fierce swords were cast in Buzhou Mountain, and these fierce swords killed countless enemies in the hands of the Chiyou people, and the blood stained the earth. Seeing that the fierce sword was too fierce and threatened the divine realm, the Nine Heavens Xuannu reported to the Emperor of Heaven and imprisoned all the people of the Longyuan clan, and the seven fierce swords were now also sealed in the earth realm, and the ghost clan guarded them for generations, and this time the Longyuan tribe disappeared into the world!"

Ji Xueqing shook off her robe, nodded and acquiesced: "Yes, half a year ago, the demon clan secretly sneaked into Wu Valley as if they were looking for something. The head of Xuanxu deduced that the holy witch who came out of the witch clan once in a hundred years was about to reach the year of succession, and he was afraid that something would happen, so he ordered me to go to find out the information. In a cave in the valley, I saw some deeds about the Longyuan tribe, and the information engraved on the stone wall showed that the Longyuan tribe had a good relationship with Lord Wuxian. And the Zhenfang Divine Sword given by the Heavenly God Fuxi back then had the participation of the Longyuan clan, and I think the matter of repairing the Divine Sword must have something to do with this Longyuan tribe!"

As soon as these words came out, the father and son looked at each other and smiled, very excited, and asked, "Is this serious?"

"The scene depicted on the cave that day was a Longyuan patriarch who gave Wu Xian a piece of meteoric iron from the sky, and this meteorite iron from the sky could forge the sword of the world. Senior Brother and I guess that the last piece of meteorite in this world is very likely to be hidden in the hands of the Wu Clan, but unfortunately Lord Wu Xian may not give it away easily!"

The father and son were already extremely obsessed with sword forging, and when they knew such a secret, their faces were already smiling. I buried my head in the pile of books, and after rummaging through it for a long time, I found a black iron box, the appearance of which had long been rusted and covered with cobwebs, and I am afraid that it had not been opened for a thousand years. Zong Lianzi took it, wiped the dust off the surface with his sleeve, blew away the spider webs, and held it in his hand, treating it as a treasure. Excited, he said: "One of the ancestors of my lineage once helped the Longyuan tribe to strike iron, and this ancestor recorded all the skills he saw in this iron box. I'll be able to figure out how to reforge the Excalibur when you retrieve the Meteorite!"

Bai Lianzi looked at his father with an excited face, and shrugged helplessly. Seeing that it was already at this time, Ji Xueqing bowed down to the two, turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the house, and no one knew where she went......