When Li Muji followed the crowd to the grass house, there was already a sea of people outside the grass house. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I saw a strange long sword inserted at the door of the cottage.

The blade of the sword was black, but it resembled an iron ruler. The dark sword body is three fingers wide and one inch thick, and it has no edge but a sword aura. The sword body is intricately covered with intricate strokes. It is said that it is a sword, but in fact, it is more like a sword fetus.

At this time, this place was already full of people, but no one dared to approach and take a closer look at this sword, not because they didn't want to, but because a foot around this sword was covered with impermeable sword qi, and the weeds around the long sword had already been cut into powder by the sword qi. Mixed with the smell of freshly turned earth, it emanates into the air.

Yang Lin was half-lying in the courtyard with his slightly squinted eyes bare-chested, at this time the rain had stopped, and the sunlight penetrated the thick dark clouds and sprinkled down wantonly, falling on Yang Lin, adding some sacred flavor to Yang Lin. Through the slit in his eyes, Yang Lin looked at the concubine sitting next to him who was making tea for him.

The concubine took a small sealed ceramic jar, opened the lid, and took out a tea leaf wrapped in brown paper from it, the tea was like withered grass, which made people lose their appetite when they looked at it, but the concubine took out only two or three sticks with extreme care and placed them in the teapot prepared in advance. Li Mu has known this tea, the name of the tea is dead wood in spring, don't look at its appearance now, and when it will be washed with boiling water, it will immediately become vibrant. The taste is the best in the world. Taoist monks are also good tea people, even if it is the precious "Snow Mountain" tea. Li Muji can also drink it occasionally, and this "dead wood in spring" Li Muji drank a lot, but he didn't understand the taste of this tea at that time. After swallowing the dates, he looked at the Taoist monk and looked at the pain on his face. The tea is slightly bitter at the beginning, as if a diseased tree is rotten, and it is difficult to eat. Another bite but all the bitterness, some of the young shoots seem to be dry, the third sip is like the name of the tea, the dead wood is still recurring in spring. See the light at the end of the tunnel.

The water was rootless, and the kettle for boiling water was a large iron kettle, and the water was boiling quickly with the hot charcoal fire burning on the blacksmith's stove.

As the old saying goes:

A boil, boiling like a fish's eyes, slightly sounding.

Two boiling, the edge is like a spring.

Three boiling, vine waves drum waves.

Without waiting for three boils, the concubine picked up the big iron kettle. Cleaning utensils, waiting for water, pouring cups, a series of actions such as flowing water, pleasing to the eye.

In just a moment, a cup of tea was placed in front of Yang Lin. The soup flowers are like milk, and the soup color is bright green.

"Three mouthfuls to know the taste, three times to move". Yang Lin is very particular about holding the rim of the cup with his thumb and index finger, holding the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, putting it to his lips and sniffing it gently, and then sipping the tea three times. All kinds of distant Li Muji smelled the fragrance of Siyi's tea, and he was gluttonous.

After seeing Yang Lin finish drinking tea, someone who looked like a housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and said a few words beside Yang Lin, and then Yang Lin nodded. The man turned around and sang to the crowd: "The little old man's surname is Liu, thanks to Yang Ye's acceptance, and he is Yang Ye's manager. Last night, when the wind and rain were combined, Yang Ye picked nine thunderbolts and lightning, leading to endless water. It is forged with the sky as the furnace, the earth as the platform, and the spirit stone that binds the heaven and the earth as the hammer. When the sword was about to be completed, Yang Ye felt something in his heart, sang the wind, broke the clouds, led the nine skies, moved thousands of miles, and attracted the dragon and phoenix to snoop. Jiancheng, Yang Ye is already sacred. He held the divine sword, and used the dragon scales and phoenix feathers as stones, and opened the sword for this purpose. Therefore, it is said that this sword is the first sword in the world. As soon as Steward Liu's words fell, the crowd exploded at once. Divine, Excalibur. Only one of them can make a sensation in the martial arts, and now the two are linked together, the divine sword forged by the powerhouse of the sacred realm. Thinking of this, Li Muji couldn't help but feel a little more confidence in his heart. At this time, looking at Steward Liu, he felt more and more kind.

You must know that the sacred and strong are mostly the weapons of the country. The so-called couch place does not allow others to sleep soundly. These people can hold the divine sword at every turn, divide Kyushu, shake the five mountains, and surpass the seven seas. Therefore, no matter how lazy you are by nature, you must be used by the court after reaching the sacred.

Of course, the imperial court will live a good life to worship these holy powerhouses, including the families of these strong people will also receive some protection. Of course, there is no such thing as unearned benefits in this world, and these powerful people must also have sacrifices, such as --- freedom.

"Of course, what Yang Ye said is still counted. If anyone can pull out this sword today, then the sword is yours. Steward Liu waited for the crowd to vent their emotions for a while before waving his hand to signal silence and continued. Although Steward Liu is just a housekeeper, Youdao is a seven-rank official in front of the prime minister, not to mention that he is speaking on behalf of Yang Lin at this time, so he is naturally full of prestige.

As soon as Steward Liu's voice fell, Li Muji saw a man in a fancy costume come out of the crowd. The crowd exploded like a pot. It turned out that this person was none other than Yang Lin's eldest son, Yang Ye.

Yang Ye came out of the crowd and hugged his fists at everyone and said: "Since this sword is the last weapon made by my father, of course I hope to leave this sword in the Yang family." However, my father said that those who are destined to get it, and I dare not mess with my father's rules, and now I am the first to come out with a cheeky face, which makes everyone laugh. With that, Yang Ye arched his hand to the surroundings and stepped into the sword domain. Seeing Yang Ye step into the Sword Domain, a trace of uncontrollable emotion flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.

Yang Ye asked tightly In the middle of the day, the people present were much more powerful than him, but they were suffering from the sword qi in the sword domain, and there was no way to get close to him. At this time, seeing Yang Ye stepping into the sword domain without hindrance, a strange emotion arose in his heart, but it was inconvenient to speak because of the face of the master's family.

Watching Yang Ye walk towards the sword step by step, it was almost audible to be present. When Yang Ye walked in front of the sword and stood still, some of the people present clenched their fists tightly, and their eyes widened excitedly, as if they were about to spy on that conspiracy. What's more, his body unconsciously leaned forward, and with Yang Ye's slowly outstretched right hand, he involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

When Yang Ye's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, some people couldn't help but slowly lift their buttocks from the chair, and some people's swear words were already wrapped in their mouths.

"Ahh A blood-red mist slowly spread from the hilt. The sword domain, which was originally as transparent as nothing, gradually dyed with a touch of red blood from the inside out, and people with the color of blood could clearly see how the intricate sword qi crisscrossed in the sword domain.

Looking at the young man in the middle of the sword domain with a pale face and hideous facial features, he was just holding his right arm and slowly squatting down, everyone looked at Yang Lin, who was still lying on the chair with an expressionless face, and it was clear that the sun was already shining in the field, but there was a piercing chill in the hearts of everyone