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Crow nine casting sword Wu Mountain, the sky and the sun when the god borrows the merit.

Jin Tieteng turned the flames and enthusiastically sought to be the sword.

Jiancheng has not been tried for more than ten years, and some customers have bought it with gold.

Who knew that the closed box was used for a long time, and the three-foot green snake refused to be crushed.

The guest has a heart, the sword has no mouth, and the guest speaks to the crow on behalf of the sword.

Don't keep my jade cut, don't praise me Zhong Ke.

It's better to hold me and decide the clouds, and there is no order to cover the day.

For the selfless light of the king and all things, the stinging insect Zhaosu sprouted grass.

This "Crow Nine Swords" is the Tang Dynasty great poet Bai Juyi wrote, it is said that the sword-casting master Ou Yezi died a thousand years later, there are elves to teach Ou Yezi's sword-casting secrets to the strange Zhang Yajiu, so Zhang Yajiu cast the sword in Wu Mountain, after some hard work to cast the sword, but ten years did not try its sword.

Later, a guest held gold to seek a view, but Ya Jiu refused, so the guest told Ya Jiu on behalf of the sword: "The master can cut the jade without praising me, and the master can also break the bell if he doesn't praise me." Why don't you take me to the clouds in the sky to compete with the clouds, expel the clouds that have long obscured the day, and return a bright and clear world, the dormant insects will wake up, and the green grass will grow. ”

This...... This is the poet's magnificent fantasy, how can there be a sword in the world that will cut through the floating clouds, make all things recover, and the sword of the sun shines?

However, in the "Sword Casting Gate" of the Great Yuan Dynasty, this is not a fantasy, but a real thing.

Because there are thousands of disciples in this sword-casting sect, all of them are good at casting swords, and they do the things of cultivating immortals by casting swords, and those with low mana can also hold swords and break stones and wood, not to mention that the people with high mana swing a sword, the wind and clouds surge, and the heavens and the earth change color. It does have the power of the Nine Crow Swords, especially exceeding!

It is said that a hundred miles away at the foot of Zhujianmen Mountain, there is a small village with a population of 100 and 10, called Qingyun Village.

The villagers are simple and live and work in peace and contentment.

There is a one-armed blacksmith from outside the village, surnamed Zhang, who is over the age of ten and came here three years ago. Don't look at him with a large white beard and a broken arm, but on weekdays, he makes farm tools and repairs ironware for the villagers, and his craftsmanship is quite exquisite, and he is known as the white-bearded blacksmith.

The blacksmith had a twelve- or thirteen-year-old apprentice surnamed Fang, who was good-looking and loyal, and followed the master to strike iron all day long, running before and after taking care of the master, which was quite popular among the villagers.

On this day, a heavy snow fell, Qingyun Village was covered in snow, the weather was cold, the villagers were huddled at home to avoid the cold, the whole village was silent, occasionally a dog barked or two.

The door of the blacksmith's shop was closed, and the white-bearded blacksmith sat on his bed with several layers of quilts, and a fire rose in the room, but he was still shivering with cold, and his teeth were rattling, and he was obviously sick.

The little apprentice brought a bowl of soup and medicine, blew it a few times, put it to his mouth and tested the temperature, and then held it to the master: "Master, the temperature of the medicine is just right, you can drink it while it's hot." ”

Blacksmith Zhang stretched out one arm to take the medicine bowl, put it aside, but did not drink it, a pair of cloudy old eyes fell on the apprentice, revealing a thick helplessness and sadness, and sighed: "It's useless, the limit for the teacher has arrived, it is not what this ordinary decoction can save lives, and there is no difference between drinking this decoction and not drinking it." ”

"Master, you ......"

The little apprentice still wanted to persuade him, but Blacksmith Zhang shook his head: "You don't have to persuade you, the life of the teacher will be extinct tonight, while there is still some time, explain some future affairs! ”

The little apprentice had never seen the master so serious, and he was terrified, and he wanted to persuade the master to drink the medicine but he didn't dare, so he had to stand aside with tears in his eyes.

Blacksmith Zhang took a deep breath, suddenly straightened his back, and said loudly: "Fang Yun, do you know why my left arm was broken? Why is I seriously injured and sick? What is the origin of my teacher, why do you live in seclusion in this Qingyun Village and be a blacksmith?"

The little apprentice named Fang Yun saw the light in his master's eyes, this momentum had never been seen before, and he vaguely felt that what the master was about to say must be an earth-shattering thing, his heart was pounding unconsciously, and he hurriedly said: "The apprentice doesn't know, please let the master know." ”

Blacksmith Zhang's face showed a look of pride, he gasped a few times, and raised his voice: "I was originally the head of the Sword Casting Sect in the Western Regions, and my ancestor disagreed with the concept of the Sword Casting Gate five hundred years ago, and was greatly excluded. Although his reputation is not obvious and his reputation is not prosperous, he has also formed a school of his own, and has taught several swordsmiths who are quite talented and learned.

The generation that is passed on to the teacher is already the twenty-second generation of the head, and there are hundreds of disciples under the door, who knows that ten years ago, an accident occurred, and a certain ancient secret realm in the Western Regions was opened, and many immortal cultivators entered the pupa bee, and the teacher couldn't resist the temptation, and also led the disciples to enter the ......"

"Master, are you an immortal cultivator?" Fang Yun's eyes widened and he couldn't help but ask.

"Well, the sect before being a teacher was the sect of cultivating immortals, and it was already in the middle of Jindan before the cultivation was abolished. Blacksmith Zhang's face was quite lonely, obviously yearning for his previous identity.

Fang Yun's heart was pounding, he never thought that his master was actually an immortal cultivator, his master's previous sect was an immortal cultivator, although he couldn't understand what was in the middle of the golden pill, but looking at the master's proud expression, it should be very powerful.

It's just that...... How could Master be lonely here, and what happened to the sect before Master?

In a trance, he listened to Blacksmith Zhang's continuation: "The eldest disciple and the second disciple plotted against the master in the secret realm of inheritance, the eldest disciple first poisoned the teacher, and the cultivation of the golden pill period for the teacher fell to the late stage of foundation building, and was attacked by the rebel and the second disciple, and hit the teacher's dantian with a palm, and the second disciple even cut off the teacher's left arm with a sword.

fought for the last breath of the teacher, and also knocked these two rebels down to a level of realm, so they escaped. However, the disciples of the Sword Casting Sect in the Western Regions were not led by their teachers, and they were slaughtered by other immortal cultivators in the secret realm, plus the eldest disciple and the second disciple betrayed the sect, and the disciples who survived were scattered and fled, and it is estimated that there are only a few people now.

The division fled all the way east, thinking that it was impossible to go back to the Western Regions, so he came incognito to the foot of the Casting Sword Gate Mountain, which was tens of thousands of miles away, thinking that if he died one day, he would also die in the birthplace of the Casting Sword Gate.

You know what happened later, the teacher's injuries are lingering and difficult to heal, and his body is not as good as day by day, three years ago it was also such a snowy day, you were a homeless child wandering here, freezing and starving and fainting outside the door. As a teacher, he knew that the destiny of heaven was not far away, and he wanted to accept you as a closed disciple, so as to help the teacher take care of the things after his death, so he took you in.

Finally, you have a good temperament and do things steadily and properly. In the past three years, I have been taken care of by you, and I am happy in my heart, and God treats me well, and the last period of time allows you and me to meet. ”

Speaking of this in one breath, he sighed, stretched out his hand and stroked the top of Fang Yun's head, showing pity.

Fang Yun had already been dumbfounded when he heard it, his heart was stirring, and when he saw that the master was concerned about him, tears immediately flowed down, and he threw himself into the master's arms and cried loudly.

"Good boy, don't cry, don't cry. Blacksmith Zhang stroked the top of Fang Yun's head, his eyes showing love, "Good boy, you don't blame the master, right? Wei Shi didn't teach you the art of cultivating immortals, but only taught you ordinary iron-striking skills, so he didn't want you to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, so as not to fall into a sinister battle and vendetta, and I don't know which day I will lose my life."

After the death of the teacher, you will bury the body of the teacher in the back mountain ten miles away, where there is a feng shui place that the teacher chose a few years ago, you only need to dig the tomb as shown in the picture, and bury the teacher in it.

Well, there's ...... Your current iron-striking skills are not bad among mortals, enough for you to support yourself with your skills, and then you have to go away, don't stay here, lest a **** senior brother and a second senior brother come to you and harm your life!"

Speaking of this, his tone was stern and his expression was solemn, and he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and put it in Fang Yun's hand, thinking that it was the map that recorded the burial place.

Originally, Blacksmith Zhang didn't want to tell Fang Yun his identity as an immortal cultivator, but thinking that this child was loyal and kind, and after burying himself, he would definitely go to worship on time, and once he was found by the two senior brothers, it would kill him, so he was forced to tell his identity as an immortal cultivator.

Fang Yun didn't care about it for a while, his eyes were full of tears, thinking that his master had treated him like a parent and son all these years, he went away, and his heart was full of grief, and then he remembered that his master's miserable life was harmed by the hateful senior brother and the second senior brother, how could he not try not to take revenge.

He suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "Master, please tell me why that hateful senior brother and second senior brother harmed you? Even if the apprentice does not cultivate immortals, he will try to cultivate from now on, and he will definitely avenge you!"

Blacksmith Zhang stroked the top of Fang Yun's head, and his face showed relief and relief, "Yun'er, you are stubborn, if you don't tell you why, you won't obey." After thinking about it, he took out an ancient sword covered with mottled green rust from his bosom, "Okay, then I'll tell you! Actually, they are for this ancient sword." ”

"For this ancient sword?" Fang Yun raised his eyes and saw that this sword was about a foot long, and it didn't look very inconspicuous.

"Hehe, this ancient sword was obtained from the ancient secret realm, how many people killed it at the beginning, and it was obtained by luck. Who knew that he was plotted by two rebels and ended up in such a miserable situation. ”

Blacksmith Zhang shook his head with a wry smile, holding the ancient sword in one hand for a long time, his face showed a look of confusion, and muttered to himself: "It's a pity that this ancient sword has been studied for ten years, and I still don't have the slightest clue, and I don't know what amazing secrets this ancient sword hides...... It shouldn't be! That's the inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Family, it seems to be the inheritance of an Immortal Sword Casting Master, this ancient sword should have some secrets......"

Blacksmith Zhang's research fell into obsession, his eyes refused to leave for a long time, his breathing was sometimes short, sometimes weak, and his face gradually appeared discouraged.

Fang Yun stood aside with his hands down, and he didn't dare to disturb, but seeing that Master's expression was getting worse and worse, he was secretly anxious in his heart.

After more than half an hour, the oil lamp burst out with a spark, and Blacksmith Zhang woke up suddenly, shook his head with a wry smile: "This sword is really an evil sect, and the teacher fell into it when he saw it, this sword is really not a good thing." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and said violently: "You remember, after I die, you throw this sword into the quicksand river ten miles away, where the quicksand rolls, and you will bury this sword in the vast East China Sea, so that this ominous sword will never see the light of day." Remember! Remember!"

Fang Yun nodded and agreed.

Seeing that he agreed, Blacksmith Zhang's heart was wide, he took the medicine bowl and drank it all, and said: "I'm tired of the teacher, I want to sleep for a while, you can go to sleep too." ”

Seeing that the master drank the medicine, the complexion on his face seemed to be better, Fang Yun was also slightly relieved, although he was skeptical about what the master said tonight, but he didn't ask again, planning to wait for the master to be in better spirits tomorrow, and then ask carefully.

He covered the master with a quilt and sat by him, who was a little tired of saying these words, and soon fell asleep, muttering to himself in his dreams.

Fang Yun leaned close to his ear and listened to him recite his favorite song "Crow Nine Swords", "...... Jiancheng has not been tried for more than ten years, and some customers have bought a view with gold...... Who knows that the closed box is used for a long time, and the three-foot green snake refuses to ......"

The voice gradually became lower and almost inaudible.

Fang Yun also got tired, leaned on the head of the bed, his eyes gradually closed, and soon fell asleep.