"It seems that you don't know much about people. The old lady of Jianzun said with a smile.

Zhu Minglang still didn't come back to his senses, recalling some details, but he couldn't know the reason for it repeatedly.

"After you finish reading the abandoned sword forest, go home early, you have a lot of luck over the years. The old lady of Jianzun said.

"Okay, Master. When I came to the Sword Sect, don't tell anyone else, I'm afraid that some senior brothers and younger brothers will come to me to compete with the sword. Zhu Minglang said.

"I know, I know, you are now a dragon, maybe it will be more brilliant than in the past, Master, I have always believed in you. The old lady of Jianzun said with a smile.

Looking at this old lady, Zhu Minglang also felt a lot in his heart, and he had a lot to say, but it seemed that everything was in plain sight.

"Then the princess should rest a lot, and take care of his body in the future. Zhu Minglang said.

The old lady of Jianzun waved her hand and motioned for Zhu Minglang to go.

Zhu Minglang walked out, and as soon as he turned around and walked out of the villa, he heard the old lady of Jianzun whisper to a female disciple who was waiting: "Then who ......?"

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Girl, go to the sacrificial village, remove the spiritual tablet with the words 'Zhu Minglang' written on it, and don't have to worship every month, save some sesame oil money. The old lady of Jianzun said.

Outside the door, Zhu Minglang stepped on the empty stairs and almost rolled out.

After stabilizing his figure, Zhu Minglang was already in tears.

Master, is that how you believe in me?

......

Go to the side peak and stay in the village, Nan Lingsha and Fang Niannian are waiting for them to dine together, and the long-eyebrow disciple is also on the side, maintaining a meticulous standing posture.

Zhu Minglang sat down and glanced at the light dish.

The dishes of the Sword Sect have always been light, mostly vegetarian, and Zhu Minglang, who originally had to leave here at the age of sixteen, was a year earlier because of this matter.

The food is not good, nothing is worth nostalgia!

These green bamboo shoots are said to be cultivated with the aura of heaven and earth, even if they don't eat meat, they are more nutritious than meat.

Yaoshan Sword Sect, the most important thing in sword practice is the sword heart, sword qi, and sword intent, eat less meat, eat more of these immortals, in order to stabilize a person's cultivation, and to rely on the sword to be famous in the world.

So Zhu Minglang gave up sword cultivation and chose braised pork, wild mushroom stew, and pure meat fried pork......

Thinking that he might have eaten these for the past few days, Zhu Minglang decided to release the big black tooth and let it get some real mountain delicacies in the name of cleaning up those mountain spirits and wild boars, and at night, he could also drink the plum wine here while roasting the fragrant pig on the bonfire, this is the life of a carefree sword cultivator!

"Nian Nian, you will take the big black tooth to the other side of the mountain in a while. Zhu Minglang pointed out the window and whispered to Fang Niannian.

"Okay!" When it comes to eating, Fang Niannian will never refuse, and I wish Minglang other cooking skills, barbecue is really a must.

"Lingsha girl, you just go shopping, relax your mood, you are tired after a long journey. Zhu Minglang said.

"Hmm. Nan Lingsha responded, and she didn't know if her heart had changed again, or if she didn't like to talk when she was eating.

The realm fluctuates up and down at the monarch level.

Or a dragon herder.

Zhu Minglang glanced at Nan Lingsha and felt that this woman had become more like a fog.

Forget it, there will be time to understand slowly in the future.

Zhu Minglang didn't dwell on this problem anymore, he ate a few bites casually, leaving some stomach for the evening's dinner.

"Senior brother. Zi Miaozhu came from outside the door, her eyes rippling with irrepressible joy.

"Thank you for your hard work. Zhu Minglang said.

"Senior Uncle Gu Tang has already agreed, you don't have to worry about the problem of the ancestral dragon city-state you said. Zi Miaozhu said.

"Yes, yes, that's good. Zhu Minglang let out a long sigh of relief.

With the Sword Sect's powerhouse in charge first, the matter of going to the imperial capital to swear territory does not have to be so hasty.

"Senior brother, after you left, the abandoned sword forest has been deserted there, and only when the swords in the hands of some disciples are damaged and rusty, will they throw the sword into the forest. Zi Miaozhu said.

"What strange things happened that even the Sword Venerable Masters couldn't handle well?" Zhu Minglang asked puzzled.

"It is said that there are ghosts, and there are ghosts of intelligence. When the disciples go to discard the sword, they will appear, and when the master goes to exterminate it, they will hide, and only you and Master Snow Mark know the situation inside best, but Master Snow Mark never pays attention to this kind of thing. Zi Miaozhu said.

"I heard from some senior brothers who had cultivated higher levels that it might be those swords that were abandoned, because no one cared about them, and there were some grievances, and this resentment was like a demon, and they began to take revenge on us sword cultivators. The long-eyebrow disciple said.

"When does it usually appear?" asked Zhu Minglang.

"Around sunset, at the turn of day and night. ”

"Okay, I'll take a look. ”

"Senior brother, I'll go with you. Zi Miaozhu said.

"No need, you take Nan Lingsha around. Zhu Minglang said.

"Okay. This time, Zi Miaozhu agreed very simply, and there seemed to be some other small thoughts in those eyes, bright and bright.

......

The sword is the largest consumable item of the Sword Sect.

Whether it is the peachwood sword that was practiced at the beginning, or the iron sword after becoming a disciple, and then to the good sword made of various precious metals.

Zhumen can be said to be the largest supplier of the Sword Sect, because Zhumen is divided into two major factions, one is to cast armor, the other is to cast swords, in fact, other casting tools, Zhumen has done.

It's just that before Zhu Minglang was fifteen years old, he spent more time in the Yaoshan Sword Sect, and he didn't have too much interest in casting art.

The sword is extremely depleted, and every sword cultivator needs to practice the sword style for a long time, whether it is dancing in the air, practicing with a wooden stake, or even practicing with a stone statue, it is easy to damage the sword body.

Walking along the long road without lights, there are tall finch pines and yellow bamboos on both sides, all of which are tall and tall.

Deliberately waited until it was close to dusk before coming, Zhu Minglang looked at these shadows of pine and bamboo that were becoming more and more green, and some pictures kept turning over in his mind like the pages of a book.

Moving on, you can already see some rotten wooden swords, scattered randomly on the ground, and some moss has grown on them.

Further down, the path is eroded by mud and wild grass, and as far as the eye can see, you can see one after another iron and copper swords stuck upside down in the soil, standing upright like those pine and bamboo!

There are more and more abandoned swords, and there are hundreds of them as far as the eye can see.

When he was very young, the old lady Jianzun told himself that every abandoned sword here is a tombstone of the sword, and they have their own story when they are "alive".

Some swords, which were damaged from the moment they were cast, were unused, so they were discarded here.

There are swords whose fame is greater than that of their users, and everyone wants to get their hands on them, but in the end, they fall in a great battle and are sealed here forever.

Some swords, like people who do nothing, are plain and bland, and when their life is reached, they sink into the earth.

Further down, there were more swords, even denser than those pine and bamboo, they were of different lengths and styles, most of them were stuck upside down in this soil like tombstones, and it was impossible to count how many there were at a glance!

The sunset at dusk, the afterglow of the slanting sun, the shadow of the pine and the yellow bamboo and the shadow of the abandoned sword in the grass are intertwined, the pine and bamboo are verdant, the sword body is dark, and the shadow and shadow are completely integrated, like a huge sword into the sky and a slender sword that can be held, forming this sword forest that is extremely quiet in the dusk.

As the light of the setting sun shone into the sword body, the rust on the thousands of abandoned swords became more brilliant than ever.

Patina, iron rust, green rust, red rust......

Even the sun and the years have rust,

That's dusk.

......

"Aunt Snowmark, my hands are numb. ”

The night was approaching, and a young boy said with a sweaty face.

"Go on. ”

......

"My palms are bleeding. ”

The sun was shining, and the abandoned swords had been roasted to a hot and red color.

"Go on. ”

......

"Aunt Snowmark, how long do I have to practice before I can be as strong as you?"

The snow was falling, and the young boy stood in the snow and asked.

"What does it take to sharpen your sword?"

"Hard and smooth gravel. The young boy replied.

"From this day forward, you draw every sword in the woods, slash at the sky, use the wind as gravel, and when you rub the rust off every discarded sword, you can get out of here. ”

Take the wind as gravel.

Every sword here has worn out its own cocoon and drunk its own blood.

But they're back on the spot!

......

Many years have passed, the abandoned swords in the sword forest are still standing in the soil, and the rust is once again crawling all over their sharp and smooth bodies, Zhu Minglang is carrying the dusk, and the sword group is also carrying the dusk, and all the pictures are coming for a while, making Zhu Minglang like a fish in his throat, and his breathing is beginning to be a little unsmooth.

Regret it?

Zhu Minglang has never been.

It's just a little sentimental, a little helpless.

No matter how brilliant the peerless sword, there will be a rusty day.

In a hurry, if you have a heart, you will not regret it.

"Buzz Buzz Buzz ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, the quiet forest sounded a consistent sword tremble, and the rhythm was like thousands of palace pianos playing around Zhu Minglang, and when it entered the ears, the soul couldn't help but tremble.

Zhu Minglang came back to his senses, looking at the magnificent sea of swords that rose and fell with the mountains and forests, and looked at them as if they had heard some ancient call and were about to pull them out of the soil, and his face was suddenly full of horror.

The shadow of the sword swayed, the pine forest was dim, the light of dusk had been completely obscured by the mountains, this forest was about to escape into the night, but the shadow of the sword, as if it had come to life, was wantonly scurrying towards the sky, the earth, and the mountains and forests.

But the real abandoned sword is still upside down in the soil, the sword shadow is like a ghost from a tombstone, and when it flies, it makes a sharp sword roar in the air, making the original sword strings of the piano suddenly become a hundred ghosts screaming!