On the third watch, although the night was thick, it could not hide the brightness of the full moon, the nightingale was crying, and the servant young man in coarse linen was hurrying away.

Although there was no one to come, the personal treasure became hotter and hotter, reminding him all the time that danger was approaching.

The young man bit the tip of his tongue in exchange for a little clarity and quickened his pace.

Looking at the tall city not far away, the young man secretly cheered up, as long as he could blend into the city and not come out, the Divine Sword Sect would pour out the power of the entire sect, and thousands of flying swords would fly wildly, and he would not be able to find himself in the eastern capital of the empire with a population of one million.

Regardless of whether the eastern capital is the hometown of the emperor Laozi, the imperial tomb is an important place, rich merchants and nobles gather, and there are no less than 1,000 people of all ethnic groups who are stationed here.

The guards are so tightly guarded that they cannot be compared with other places, and they will never allow the worldly sects to get involved in this place.

In a trance, the young man tripped over a rock, and he scrambled to his feet, letting the wind bare his wounded legs.

The young man has traversed many thorny bushes and rocky ridges these days, and his frowning brows and pale cheeks are engraved with a thick sense of fatigue.

His body was already weak to the verge of collapse, but the resentment made him forcibly support.

He looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull up a wry smile.

Without saying anything, the young man took out a paper talisman and threw it at the black shadow, and the paper talisman ignited with its "fast" sound, turning into a roaring fire dragon and heading straight away.

The black shadow did not move, but chuckled, and saw that the fire dragon was frozen three feet away, unable to move.

As if strangled by an invisible shackle, the fire dragon transformed by the aura of heaven and earth actually showed a painful look, and its body was twisted and entangled.

It was extinguished in an instant, and it dispersed into a wisp of green smoke.

The fire dragon also illuminated the face of the black shadow at the last moment: fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a green coat and carrying a long sword, black hair tied in a Taoist bun, a delicate face, and an indifferent expression.

He looks like a young man and an old man, but he is dressed as a Taoist child.

Seeing that the Five Elements Fire Talisman he had paid a lot of money for was of no use to the comer, the young man laughed at himself, looked at the Eastern Capital, which was less than half a mile away, and looked gloomy: "I have fled here, and you still don't want to let me go." ”

"Let go of your ......", Dao Tong laughed out loud and rubbed his nose, which was frozen red from hurrying, "Then who let go of the lame elder of the Sword Casting Hall?" I learned that many years of hard work were stolen by you and ruined because of the early baking, but I vomited several catties of blood. ”

"There is also the miscellaneous elder, this old thief is also knowledgeable, and he knows that he has no way to discipline, so he came to the Sword Hall and received twenty soul whips. Tut-tut, I see he won't be able to get out of bed in three years.

His group of concubines were making a fuss in the Sword Hall, and the frightened senior brother beat up the five years Lan who was talking to him every day, and his eyebrows fell in distress. ”

"There are also more than a dozen miscellaneous servants who were on duty with you at night, all of whom were thrown to the sword abyss to feed the lonely soul guarding the sword because of this unwarranted disaster. You say, who should let go of whom?" Dao Tong babbled his fingers, and his gloating eyebrows were crooked.

Seeing that the young man was also full of happiness, Dao Tong rolled his eyes and said in an old-fashioned manner: "The Divine Sword Sect has not been so lively for many years, and I am happy to see these jokes." ”

"It's a pity......" Dao Tong sighed, his voice gradually getting colder, "The sword that you stole that the sword-forging elder forged for ten years is the sword of the Shaozong prepared for the head disciple. The canonization ceremony is imminent, but the sword is suddenly stolen, and the sword thief can escape from the heavily guarded sect.

Isn't it obvious that there are many people who don't want the head disciple to become a young sect, but the head of the sect has a hot pain on his face. He ordered the Sword Hall to do his best to capture you, the outcast of the Divine Sword Sect, and recapture the sword, regardless of life or death. ”

"The old cripple has been forging for ten years, why haven't I been guarding the furnace for ten years for this sword...... In the end, it was given to the so-called Shaozong, why!" the young man cried out hysterically.

Dao Tong was stunned, "More than 100 disciples of the Sword Holding Hall chased you in all directions, but they happened to run into me." Actually, I had selfish intentions to come to the Eastern Capital to take a look, but I don't mind putting you in the city, and then entering the city to search under the guise of public help. ”

The young handyman laughed angrily, "It's really a big breath, the eastern capital is the largest city in Zhongshan, with a population of one million, and the qi is chaotic, even if the old monster in the sect goes to the realm of thought to make a move, and wants to find me in the sea of people, it's also wishful thinking, right?"

"If someone hadn't hidden your traces for you and destroyed your stone, why would the Sword Hall have to work so hard?" Dao Tong glanced at the young man meaningfully.

It turned out that the Divine Sword Sect recruited miscellaneous disciples who went up the mountain had to drop their essence blood on the condensation stone, and leave their own spirit in the stone and hand it over to the sect.

If you can open the spirit, you can get the status of a disciple and retrieve the spirit stone. Otherwise, in addition to the death of stones, even if the Indian reporter reaches the ends of the earth, the sect can also be found with this.

Is it him? The young man's mind moved, and he immediately denied his own idea.

He was no longer the old lame man who had obtained a rare treasure and came to show off to him, tempting him to learn his art of forging.

The young man laughed for no reason, "It's too late for the disciples in the sect to tie up with the young sect, and there will be someone to help me with this miscellaneous servant, I'm afraid I don't have any good intentions, right?"

Many elders disagreed with the cronyism of the head of the family, and the disciples also speculated that Xi Lengsleeve was his illegitimate son. But what does this have to do with me and the Sword Hall?" Dao Tong said indifferently, "The Sword Hall is a sharp sword in the hands of the heads of the past dynasties, the sword is ruthless, and it doesn't matter why it kills people. ”

"He is worthy of being a good apprentice trained by Sun Laogou, and he has the same virtue as eating. The young man looked disdainful and spat at the Dao Tong.

"Could it be that you, a miscellaneous disciple, also want to compete with Xi Lengsleeve for the position of the young sect?" Dao Tong is really as casual as coming to the Eastern Capital to play, where is there the consciousness of chasing and killing people, and he is not annoyed by the insults of young people.

"After I went up the mountain, I was assigned to the Sword Casting Hall as a handyman, and at first I was clumsy and beaten things, and I was not allowed to eat.

I woke up hungry in the middle of the night and ran to the kitchen to steal food, but I met the old lame man who was stealing wine and drinking, and felt sympathy for the same disease, so he shared some of the dried dates brought from his hometown with some wine.

As a result, after he finished eating, he asked for another one with a shy face, saying that he would cover me in the Sword Casting Hall in the future. I saw that he needed to steal wine and drink, and I didn't think he would be of much status, so I didn't care. ”

The young man was depressed and unhappy, and when he saw that Daotong was not in a hurry to do it, he also relaxed a little and told his story.

"Even if the new handymen are not fasted, they will not be able to eat enough food. So I would go to the kitchen every night and sometimes have a drink with the old lame man.

The elders of the Sword Casting Hall would come every month to guide the disciples in forging, and it was then that I realized that the old cripple was not a man of his own words. ”

"From that day on, every night when I went to the kitchen, the old lame man would teach me the skill of sword casting, secretly pass on the exercises of my inner disciples, and also distribute the elixirs of others to honor him, so that I could practice diligently and wait for the day when I came out. ”

A hint of warmth flashed in the young man's eyes, "Although I am just a handyman, I have always treated him as a master and served him wholeheartedly." In my heart, he is not a high-ranking elder, just a lame old man who needs to be cared for in his last years. ”

"The old lame man was particularly interested in a red sword in the sword furnace, and poured a lot of effort into it. I thought he wanted to build a great soldier for posterity in his lifetime, so I did everything I could to help him fulfill his wish. ”

"But what about him?" said the young man, gritting his teeth and grimacing, "I just made a mistake while guarding, and almost blew up the sword, and he broke my fingers one by one and threw me into the sword abyss.

He was so interested in this sword because it was a sword prepared for Xi Lengsleeve, and the success or failure of this sword was related to his status after Shaozong succeeded to the throne. He cultivated me because he took a fancy to my talent in refining, and now that the sword refining is nearing completion, my existence is not so important. ”

"Maybe it's a cheap life, God won't accept it, I fell into the sword abyss and was neither killed nor devoured by a lonely soul, but was rescued by a sword-taking elder. He helped me to reconnect the bones, but it was too late to treat them, and three of them had already died, and I could no longer practice swords in my life. ”

"Do you know how the sword forging elder's leg is lame?" asked Dao Tong for no reason.

The young man shook his head and pulled out a palm-sized metal sword pill, carved with extremely fine veins, and pasted with a paper talisman with a small red sword painted in cinnabar.

The sword pill roared in the wind, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura boiled, and the heat wave washed away the long black hair tied by the young man: "It seems to be the will of heaven, the day before yesterday, I broke through the realm and opened the spirit, which was the time when the 'candle flame' took shape." The old lame man was anxious to invite the head of the house and the elders of each hall to watch the ceremony, so I took the opportunity to knock out the other miscellaneous servants, stole the sword pill, and fled here. If you can't escape, it's fate. Today, I'm here to make a break with the Divine Sword Sect!"

Dao Tong pressed the sword that was about to move in the sheath, "It's not easy to open the spirit, why bother destroying the sword and destroying yourself?"

The young man's face was crazy, and he smiled and pinched his sword fingers, slashed his wrist, and let the blood flow, staining the sword pills and wetting the rune paper, "Do you really think that you can't refine swords without breaking the furnace?" ”

Kenmaru absorbed his blood like a bottomless pit, gradually filling with veins. The young man took out a porcelain bottle and crushed it, and a black flame burst out and pounced on the sword pill.

The rune paper ignited, the sword pill instantly burned red, the young man's hand trembled, his face was hideous, and a scorched stench came from his hand.

The sword pill actually melted, and the viscous molten iron hung in the air, flowed and solidified, and gradually took on the shape of a sword.

The young man's hand clenched the sword and refused to let go, and the molten iron went up, attaching to the young man's right hand, which had long been burned to white bones.

Dao Tong frowned, picked up his long sleeves with black daggers tattooed on them, and drew his sword.

The sword body shimmers with blue crystal-like light, without any pattern decoration, simple and simple, without losing its edge.

He shook the blade of the sword slightly, and the saber pierced the air, making a sound like a cicada, revealing a hint of coolness, and froze a sycamore tree at the finger of the sword into a snow tree and silver flowers.

"The lone sword cicada that injured the seven sword-taking elders in a row was actually pulled out by you?" The young man's voice was hoarse, and the white silk had already climbed up his temples, and he was dozens of years old in a moment.

"I don't want to eat barbecue again in my life. Dao Tong didn't answer the question, but another slight tremor of the sword body answered for him.