Outside the gate of the North Scale Sword Pond Mountain, in front of a towering archway building, Zhao Wushuang looked up at the four big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

"The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the sword intent is monstrous. "I really want to see how high-spirited the person who wrote these four words is.

Behind the archway building is countless stone stairs, called the Ten Thousand Sword Ladder, which is the only way to enter the North Scale Sword Pool.

Because of the recent war, there were only a few people climbing the Ten Thousand Swords Ladder, which was originally crowded with people every day.

The two tied their horses to a special stable and began to climb.

The stone staircase is long and steep from bottom to top.

Zhao Wushuang held his hands behind him and walked up slowly, he seemed to walk very slowly, but he praised two stone steps with each step, and Wan'er followed closely.

In less than a moment, he was already above the hundred steps, and in front of Zhao Wushuang, a black-clothed young man with a sword on his back seemed to notice it, and looked back at the two of them, his face was ordinary, his figure was also ordinary, and even the long sword on his back was just an ordinary iron sword.

The only thing that stood out was a pair of eyes that were slightly white.

He hugged his fists and said, "In Xia Hanchuan, the two of you are also going to the sword pool." ”

Zhao Wushuang smiled and returned the salute, "Exactly, in Xia Moshuang, I have heard the name of the sword pool for a long time, and I came to see it today." ”

"That Brother Mo can be regarded as the right time, in the past, if you want to enter this North Scale Mountain Gate, you have to put in a lot of effort, but it just so happens that there are not many people these days because of the Western Barbarians. ”

The three of them chatted briefly, and then invited each other to go to the sword pool together.

The North Scale Sword Washing Pond is located in the deepest part of the North Scale Mountain.

Because the two of them walked slowly with Han Chuan, the three of them walked for an hour before reaching the peak.

What catches your eye is a huge square, and in the very center of the square stands a sculpture several feet high.

The sculpture is a middle-aged man in white, holding an ice sword pillar to the ground, looking into the distance, even if he stands in the distance, he can feel a sense of coercion.

Han Chuan explained to the two.

It is said that a hundred years ago, he was a prefect of the Northern Wei Dynasty at that time, and because he couldn't bear the atmosphere in the officialdom, he resigned in anger. When playing in Beiling Snow Mountain, I came across a natural sword washing pool, and found two treasures in it, one is the sword washing scripture of the Beilu Sword Pond Town School, and the other is a divine weapon, called "Ice Flame Frost Spirit".

"This sword ranks second on the list of divine weapons, second only to the legendary Heavenly Blade Star. ”

Zhao Wushuang exclaimed when he heard this: "Brother Han knows quite a lot about this Northern Scale Sword Pool!"

Han Chuan said with a smile: "That's nature, my family lives in Yingge Town at the foot of Beiling Mountain, and I grew up listening to the story of the North Scale Sword Pond since I was a child." ”

Later, the Wind Scale Patriarch opened a mountain and established a sect here, and in one fell swoop it became a holy place in the rivers and lakes at that time, and established a rule that anyone could come to wash the sword pool, and the disciples in the door were not allowed to ask. ”

Zhao Wushuang nodded lightly, "What a sword washing pool, what an open-minded Wind Scale Ancestor." ”

Han Chuan's eyebrows fluttered a little, and he said, "Exactly, it's not a secret, the person I admire the most is the Wind Scale Patriarch." ”

Wan'er, who had never spoken, suddenly said: "As far as I know, the Wind Scale Patriarch once opened the mountain with a sword and frosted the entire Selangor, and I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Han Chuan's eyes lit up.

"Exactly, I guess two people who are not from Selangor, in our Selangor this is a three-year-old child can tell a lot of things. ”

Zhao Wushuang caught a piece of snowflake falling slowly in his palm.

He muttered, "A sword opens the mountain, frost and snow state, what a courage this is!"

"Let's go and see the style of this sword washing pool. ”

Looking at Zhao Wushuang's excited appearance, Han Chuan smiled lightly: "With this intention, I really don't hide that Han has lived under this Beiling Mountain for so long and has never gone up the mountain to take a look!"

If you want to go to the Sword Washing Pond, you must first pass through three places, namely, Jade Sword Flat, Fengxue Ridge, and Shoujian Pavilion.

Yujianping is the place where the disciples of the Northern Scale Sword Pool practice their swords, and when the three of them passed by, dozens of swords-practicing disciples held their swords and saluted.

The three of them blushed a little, and slipped over after returning the salute.

Wind Snow Ridge is a hillside where the snow is the strongest in the entire gate.

The three of them passed through the Wind and Snow Ridge and came to the Sword Guarding Pavilion, and the Sword Guarding Pavilion was just like its name, it was the Sword Guard.

After the sword pond was established, there were many swordsmen from the rivers and lakes who came here to wash their swords, but some of them directly abandoned the sword at the bottom of the pool.

Three hundred zhang away from the sword pond is the sword washing pool.

Washing the sword pond is V-shaped, and the three of them can look at the edge of the river, but after a hundred zhang, it is a haze, it is said that the pool water is as piercing as ice, and no one has ever been there.

At this time, there were already several people sitting cross-legged next to the sword washing pool, and there were also a few people in the pool to catch something.

When they saw the three people here, they didn't care, they just looked up and went back to their own business.

Han Chuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Why endure the biting cold water to find it? For hundreds of years, the treasures in the sword washing pool are all available by chance, and those who are destined to have a fate, even if they just stand by the pool, the treasures will be realistic, and those who are not lucky, even if they dig through this sword washing pool, it is useless!"

Zhao Wushuang gently lowered his hand into the pool water, and a cold and biting cold breath came, like a spiritual snake spreading along his palm to his arm.

Zhao Wushuang was a little startled, and looked at the few people who were frozen blue in the shallow part of the pool with some admiration.

The ink-scale sword behind him trembled slightly, not knowing if it was excitement or what.

Zheng!

The white rainbow sword was unsheathed, and Wan'er saw Wan'er slowly inserting the white rainbow sword into the shallow part of the pool.

Seeing this, Han Chuan brushed aside his shabby iron sword and looked at Wan'er's Bai Hongjian with some envy.

Then he thought about it, and also pulled out his iron sword and inserted it into the pond, but this sword he finally liked enough two taels of silver to buy from the king blacksmith in the town!

It's just plain scrap iron, but it's a sword!

Thinking of this, Han Chuan was a little proud, he was also a famous swordsman.

Zhao Wushuang glanced at the two of them, and was a little hesitant to put the ink scales in as well, but he gave up when he saw Wan'er shaking his head slightly, after all, the ink scales were too conspicuous, so let's lie behind them honestly!

Han Chuan seemed to see through Zhao Wushuang's thoughts.

"Brother Mo, what's so embarrassing, we Jianghu people don't care about those, hurry up and give us a sword and a sword, even if it's not comparable..."

Han Chuan looked at Wan'er a little embarrassed and said, "Hey, I haven't asked the girl's name yet!"

Wan'er didn't seem to like to talk much in front of outsiders, so she just said indifferently: "Nalan Wan"

"Oh, oh, even if it's not as good as Miss Nalan's sword, we're still people with swords!"

Zhao Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "What Brother Han said is that it's not that I don't show it to Brother Han, it's just that we are in the process of raising swords, and we can't easily appear in the world!"

Han Chuan suddenly realized: "I see, I understand." ”

At this time, even Wan'er on the side couldn't help laughing.

Washing the sword pool is not only the pond water and treasures are famous, the most famous is that the sword intent can be understood in this place, forty years ago the frost sword monarch Xue Shuiqing had been here to understand the sword for three years, after the pass, he had killed three thousand Southern Tang Dynasty three thousand gold armor iron horsemen with his own strength, the ice and snow sword intent was shocking, it is said that at that time the radius of hundreds of zhang was frozen in ice. After the First World War, the sword was sealed in the North Scale Sword Pool, and he never took half a step out of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa.

Zhao Wushuang sat cross-legged and felt the chill emanating from the sword washing pool, and at this time, a small black sword in his heart slowly condensed.

If you look closely, the black sword is covered with lines like meridians.

There seemed to be blood flowing slowly in the lines, but the blood seemed to be black.