Chapter Eighty-Three: Hammerhead Mountain!

"Senior Brother Sun, it's been a few days. ”

"Senior Brother Zhao. ”

Sun Yuanwu replied with a cold face, and between these words, the three people who came from the sword looked at Xiao Guangling and snickered at each other.

He said that he was hiding his face with his hands, but the voice did not mean to be lowered in the slightest.

"This person looks a little raw, I don't know if it's a disciple of another Fengmen. ”

"It must be an outsider, this grandson knows how to strike iron all day long, and he is a wooden head. ”

The three of them seem to have something to talk about when they talk about this, seeing that you are talking in front of Sun Yuanwu.

Senior Brother Zhao, who greeted politely before, although his name was Senior Brother, was indifferently raised his head at this moment, with a faint look of disdain.

Xiao Guangling didn't know what kind of trouble this was, but Sun Yuanwu had a cold face and pinched his finger at the sword, "Let's go." ”

"Ouch, Senior Brother Sun, be careful!" The two disciples saw that Sun Yuanwu suddenly took the sword and left, pretending to be unable to dodge and dangling the flying sword in front of him.

This moment did not make those two disciples make a fool of themselves, but Sun Yuanwu's own flying sword was crooked, almost turning Xiao Guangling upside down.

Xiao Guangling was originally because the magic power of the 10,000-year-old spirit peach in his body was not easy to control, so he didn't dare to fly in the air, but he didn't expect that Sun Yuanwu's foundation was so bad.

Seeing him twisting around, the flying sword under his feet was not wide, and it looked like he was really about to fall.

The senior brother Zhao and the two disciples all laughed when they saw this, but Xiao Guangling really couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the flying sword with a touch of green mang, and frowned.

"Don't shake, let's go, hurry up. ”

Xiao Daoyou smiled. ”

Sun Yuanwu also felt ashamed, and as soon as the flying sword stabilized, he hurriedly left, but it caught the two Shangqingguan disciples who wanted to cause trouble a little unprepared.

One of the disciples flicked his sleeves angrily and joked, "This big head is a fast runner, but he wasn't so clever when he went up the mountain three years ago." ”

"Three years ago?" the disciple surnamed Zhao sneered, glanced at the back of Sun Yuanwu leaving, and said inexplicably.

"The master once commented on his great wisdom and foolishness in the Conferral Palace, if Senior Brother Sun did not have great wisdom, how could he become the third disciple of the Sword Casting Division from a white Ding child?"

The two disciples secretly glanced at each other when they heard this, and they didn't know how to respond for a while.

Compared with Wen Dao, the Sword Casting Division of Shangqing Guan is naturally inferior to the Second Hall of Interpretation, but it is precisely because this peak is not visible in front of people that it has also become a gathering place for many elders' direct descendants.

This group of children has more help than ordinary disciples, which invisibly fuels their arrogance.

In addition, the Sword Casting Division is considered to be an internal affairs peak gate, and it has always been nothing right or wrong, and Sun Yuanwu, a mortal disciple who should be tested by the outer gate, naturally became the object of their ridicule.

It's just a pity that the children of these elders didn't wait long to laugh at him, that Sun Yuanwu really buried himself in forging three thousand swords, and once he attained enlightenment, he became the top three among the disciples of the Sword Casting Division.

To this day, these idle disciples still surround him and mock him.

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The breeze was gentle, the clouds were curling, Xiao Guangling still didn't have any emotion, but the green in his collar turned his head and drilled into his arms.

This girl just blew a cool breeze for a while, and now it was really like a popsicle, and Xiao Guangling was so cold that she shivered.

Sun Yuanwu was still concentrating on the sword with a cold face, but when he felt his movement at this moment, his face eased a little, and he asked.

"Xiao Daoyou?"

"Nothing, a little cold. ”

"Cold?"

In Sun Yuanwu's opinion, this Taoist friend who can make the art of beast control is really amazing.

Edgeworth crisscrosses the world and is always the yearning of cultivators. He listened to it a lot and was amazed, and it was really rare for someone to shiver and say cold when he was fighting the sword.

Xiao Guangling secretly stretched out his hand to sneak Qingqing out, this person and the snake were quite angry with each other, seeing that the girl rolled the snake's tail, it was really wrapped around his arm and did not let go.

He didn't get used to her, and dragged her peach pit head like a leather band.

The two of them had a good quarrel after the flying sword, and Sun Yuanwu looked at the mountains in the distance and seemed to feel the previous right and wrong, and sighed lightly.

"It really made Daoyou laugh just now, when I was a teenager, I begged for this immortal Dao, but I didn't expect this immortal Dao to be reckless but also worldly. ”

"What is the way of ordinary beings?"

"That's also worldly. ”

Sun Yuanwu's words made Xiao Guangling smile, not because he felt anything, but he felt inexplicably funny.

Where there are really people, there are rivers and lakes.

Ordinary people still have to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, but these monks who eat and drink dew are more direct, saying that they can do it with their hands, and they are not much different from the heroes of the green forest.

"Having said that, I have arrived at the main peak of my Sword Forging Division in front of me. We went around to the back mountain, which is called Hammerhead Mountain. The iron ore cave we went to was on Hammerhead Mountain. ”

"Hammerhead Mountain?"

When Sun Yuanwu said this, Xiao Guangling forgot to take the time to say goodbye for a while.

Just when he wondered what the so-called Hammerhead Mountain was, he really saw a steep peak in the distance.

The mountain peak is steep and steep, reaching straight into the sky, even at this moment, it seems that Edgeworth still can't match that peak, it is really a majestic mountain!

"This is the Sword Casting Peak of my Shangqing Temple, and the Sword Casting Division is on this peak, but there are no disciples in it, most of them are some old-timers who practice in it. ”

As if hearing Xiao Guangling's whispered exclamation, Sun Yuanwu glanced at the Sword Casting Peak inexplicably.

Xiao Guangling said a little strangely when he heard this, "There are no disciples, so how did you get in?"

"Shangqingguan opens the mountain gate once every three years, and finds talented people to start cultivating. I also participated in the introductory assessment that year, but unfortunately I was finally assigned to the Sword Casting Division and became a small sword casting worker. ”

"So miserable?" Xiao Guangling raised his eyebrows secretly, so it seems that he is not too miserable to become a dog.

"It's not a hard job, the Sword Casting Division has been established for thousands of years, and when it was at its peak in the past, it cast ten thousand swords a day, and the entire Sword Casting Peak was dyed red. It's a pity that few people forge swords nowadays. ”

"Why?"

"Because the quality of the sword is so good, ordinary disciples usually only use one sword for cultivation, and gradually there is no need to forge a sword. ”

Sun Yuanwu's tone was low and very emotional, but Xiao Guangling and Qingqing glanced at each other strangely, and they both secretly raised their eyebrows.

The two chatted and chatted, bypassing the majestic Sword Casting Peak, and a vague shadow could be faintly seen after the clouds cleared.

Maybe it was because there was a lot of emotion along the way, Xiao Guangling was embarrassed to ask more about what the so-called Hammerhead Mountain meant.

As soon as the cloud cleared, he could see the hammerhead mountain at a glance, "It's really a hammer?!"