There are strange holes in the ground, there is a lonely pavilion in the hole, there is a golden jar in the pavilion, and on the cylinder, there is a layer of white smoke.

At this moment, the three of them were full of doubts and apprehensions, and saw Xue Xuchun like a magician, pushing aside this layer of white mist, revealing the contents inside.

What is this?

A jar of shiny water. But this water is very different from what you usually see. First of all, it is not transparent, but reflects a mirror-like luster, only reflecting the surrounding figures, and it is impossible to see what is inside. Secondly, the water seems to be very viscous, somewhat similar to boiled syrup.

Xue Siyan couldn't help but want to ask what was shining in this jar, but when she saw her father's solemn face, she swallowed the words hard when they came to her mouth.

I saw that the layer of white mist just now, as if it had been absorbed by the cylinder wall, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and those colorful glows also changed into a piece of golden light, but the intensity was reduced a lot, and the spicy eyes were not so golden.

In this almost yellowish light, Xue Xuchun palmed down, holding his hands flat on the round tank, about a foot high from the strange liquid in the tank. I don't know what kind of magic he used, but the shiny syrupy liquid seemed to be summoned, and as if attracted by the power of a magnet, it began to slowly fluctuate.

Xue Xuchun suddenly danced his palms, and the liquid also accelerated, circling, and agitating, as if there were two long sticks stirring inside, causing the other three to take half a step back.

In this way, seemingly dancing his hands randomly, the liquid in the vat has whirred out of a whirlpool, and at the same time, the sound of wind and thunder is faintly heard!

Furious by this wizard's posture, Yang Ao couldn't help but worry that something would happen, and he was about to pull his sister away, but Xue Xuchun grabbed his arm violently at a lightning speed!

Looking at it closely, Xue Xuchun had already drawn his saber at some point, pulled Yang Ao's arm, pulled a bloody mouth on his left index finger, and dripped a few drops of blood into the swirling liquid!

Although the blood is not deep, but you old wizard is crazy yourself, why do you come to cut my finger without saying a word?!—— Yang Ao broke away from the other party, covering his bleeding fingers, but was shocked to find that there were some unbelievable changes in the golden vat.

It turned out that after the blood on Yang Ao's fingers dripped into the tank, those liquids suddenly shrank into a column of water as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, rushing straight up, looking like a golden cobra coming out of this tank!

Halfway through the rush, about a man tall, this "golden snake" scattered from the top into eight streams, and hung upside down like an umbrella along the same arc. And those trickles had just fallen an inch or two, and there were many thin forks on their heads, and again and again, and again, and again, and again, and ......again, and again, and

Everyone looked at the bright liquid in the jar in amazement, and after Xue Xuchun's practice, it seemed to be injected with life, and finally automatically formed a net-like semi-circular ball, like a bamboo sunflower sprouting after the rain, covering the edge of the golden vat.

"Dad-" Xue Siyan finally couldn't help it, and shouted at Xue Xuchun's back, but the other party turned around and stopped the sound, and roared: "Don't worry, it's not done yet!"

I saw him raise his hands again, this time with the palms facing inward, caged in the hemispherical silver net that had just been generated, and there were words in his mouth, and he was muttering a lot, and he spoke so fast that he couldn't hear what was being read at all.

Taking advantage of this short moment, Yang Ao and his sister glanced at each other, and found that the little sister was unexpectedly frightened. Looking at Xue Siyan again, her face was also pale and worried. Just now I heard Xue Xuchun mention his Mixed Yuan Spirit Sword, and when he talked about the Heavenly Clan Sword Emperor, now he cut his fingers coldly and dripped blood into the vat, could he do this to explore the story of the Yuan God in my body?

Yang Ao was still thinking nonsense here, and the spells over there were still tense. With the movement of the incantation, I saw that in the vat, some three-dimensional pictures were faintly reflected.

Could it be that this tank, as well as the unknown liquid that has become a reticulated hemisphere, is a "treasure" that can understand all kinds of worldly affairs in the Three Realms, the Four Seas, and the Eight Desolations?

Just as he was puzzled, Xue Xuchun turned around, with a very complicated expression on his face, both joy, luck, and exhaustion. He squinted at Yang Ao and nodded slightly.

This complex and indescribable demeanor made Yang Ao, who was already confused, and the other two girls even more confused.

"Dad, what kind of dumb riddle are you playing!" Xue Siyan paused in protest.

"Hmm......" Xue Xuchun breathed a sigh of relief, beckoned to the three of them, and motioned to come closer.

With apprehension and nervousness, Yang Ao and others stepped forward to observe.

The light in the pavilion is even more dim, but highlights the big vat in the middle, which is full of flowers and green are shaking light and shadow, at first it is still indistinguishable, settle down to take a closer look, only to find that it is a scene of activities, the mountains and rivers in it, all like miniature landscapes, but very clear, can be described as unfinished.

......

The first scene that appeared was a blood-red pool of water.

A teenage boy stripped off his shirt and went naked into the deep pool. There is a high platform by the pool, on which a woman in a yellow robe kneels and worships a crowd of people in green clothes. The scene changed suddenly, and the boy had emerged from the pool, covered in blood-red water, while he held a sword in both hands.

A broken sword with a black body and a strange shape.

The boy's face was solemn, revealing a hint of joy for the rest of his life, and he knelt under the high platform. I heard the woman in the yellow robe and high bun say slowly: "Today you have turned ten years old, and you are born with the force to concentrate on your mind and body, and you can mix the Yuan Spirit Sword, which is also gratifying!

Stick to the original god and fight to the end?

When Yang Ao heard this, his originally flustered mind suddenly became like a person who was lost on a night voyage and saw a lighthouse in the distance, and it became extremely transparent and bright. Isn't that the phrase that rings in your ears from time to time?

Then the woman waved her hand and motioned for the boy to come up to the stage. Two waiters in brocade robes brought blankets, wiped the red pool of water off the boy's body, and dressed him in a new blue dress, and then led him to the top of the high platform.

The yellow-robed woman caressed the boy's round face lovingly, with a pleased smile on her face, and said, "The innate spirit sword is all made by everyone's Force nature, and none of them are the same. This bladeless broken sword is just like your character, and it is also your calamity. ”

The boy bowed down obediently and said, "Ao'er is stupid, please ask the elders to make it clear!"

The woman's thin eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she had an unspeakable pain, and she pondered on her back for a moment before she revealed: "Give you three words, and do it with pity: First, you are proud of your name, and you will get into trouble because of this word." Second, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and although the broken sword is broken, there is no need to blindly seek perfection, as long as there is the heart to make up for progress, it is enough. Third, the blade has no edge, which is to warn, be cautious in everything, and hide the edge everywhere. All in all, everything is born with the sky, and you must not go against the sky and commit heinous sins in the future!"

"Remember, child, thank you, Elder!" the boy bowed a few more times before bowing his head.

All the people in the audience bowed.

Immediately after that, the light and shadow in the cylinder whirred around, revealing another scene.

......

A glittering palace with wide halls and towering walls.

There were a lot of people in the square outside the hall, and they were pressed one after another, like a tide, like a cloud, and gathered at the entrance of the hall.

These people were dressed in different clothes, roughly divided into four categories, one was the emerald blue that had been seen in the scene just now, and there were three groups, which were dark red, beige, and black, and the leaders were all surrounded by one or two sword-wielding people.

The group of people in the Dai Qing brocade robe was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, tall and big, with a jade tree in the wind, and looking at the eyebrows and eyes, the temperament was somewhat similar to the boy before. Looking at the sword in his hand again, it was the black bladeless broken sword. From this, it can be inferred that this scene should have happened when the boy grew up.

In the other three ways, the leaders are all older.

The beard of the dark red brocade robe is gray, and there is a broad-bladed heavy sword in his hand, and the swirling flame pattern on the sword body is also dark red.

Dressed in black, he was in his thirties, and held a long green serpentine sword, the gauntlet of which appeared to be made of two tortoiseshells.

The last, surrounded by a group of white-clothed men, was a middle-aged man with a slightly short and fat stature, with black hair and white hair, combed smoothly and shiny. And in his hand, it turned out to be a golden short sword.

Seeing this golden short sword, Yang Ao and Xue Siyan were stunned!

Whether it is looking at the figure or the sword, it is somewhat similar to the masked man he met during the previous duel on Long Street.

"Dad, this person, this person ......" Xue Siyan was straightforward, anxious for a while, and shouted repeatedly: "This one in white, we have seen it in the city!" It is the masked man on the long street. ”

"Oh?" Xue Xuchun didn't expect such a show, his thick eyebrows twisted, and asked, "Yan'er, don't worry, say slowly, who is it?"

"Uh...... He was wearing a mask and had a strange voice, and he didn't recognize who it was. However, it is the same kind of clothes, and the body is a little fat, and it is also this short sword. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Well, it should be right!" Xue Siyan and Yang Ao nodded together.

This golden short sword, more than a foot long, is decorated with all kinds of jewels on the scabbard, and the workmanship is exquisite, very luxurious, and unforgettable.

Of course, what impressed the two more was the very strange and treacherous martial arts of the masked man.

Thinking of this, Xue Siyan added: "Also, that person seems to be able to ...... Netherworld Mystery Skill."

"What?"

When Xue Xuchun heard this, he seemed to have forgotten the original intention of bringing Yang Ao's brothers and sisters into the Golden Pavilion, and his face was full of surprise. But he hid this expression in a blink of an eye, replaced it with a calm and calm demeanor, and said, "Well, don't worry, read this story first!"