Shangqing Peak.

A peak is like a pen, the book is wide, the mountains are like chess, and the land is wide.

Master, Master, I still want you to carry me!

The peak still seems to be unclimbable, and the peak is almost like a dream in the clouds.

Falling, falling, flowers blooming and falling in dreams.

The old immortal is dead.

Or say that the immortal died, or that the feather ascended to heaven, or that the old man died.

Is it that road, or that winding mountain road, the steps stand upright, like a giant snake against the scales, and the steps go up, like a ladder to the sky.

Mu Zhangjiao is in the front, the old master is in the back, and the Taoist priest is at the end.

Thinking of the old immortal, Fang Yin's heart was very uncomfortable, Fang Yin thought that he was still alive.

Half sober and half confused, he doesn't fight for the day and night to guard the immortal plant, maybe he is the happiest person in the world.

Nothing to say all the way.

Mu Zhangjiao said that he would give Fang Yin a sword, and the sword was in the Immortal Sword Tower at the top of Shangqing Peak. It is also reasonable, every Shangqing disciple can pick a sword in the Immortal Sword Pavilion when he is successful, and Daoist Fang is no exception. Ke Wu's sword was broken, and Mo Lian was still in practice, in fact, Fang Yin didn't want to come. The sword is mortal iron, where is there any fairy sword, the fairy sword building is just a name. However, the old master was very interested, this is to choose a sword for Daoist Fang, the old master said, your eyesight is not good.

Viewing the gimbal.

Guanyuntai, Lirenzhi, this is Guanyuntai, this is Guanyunyi.

All kinds of weather are in full view, the clouds, mountains and clouds are vast, looking back at the sky, and finally knowing the insignificance of the body.

And the heart is big: "If you want to get my skill, first understand my righteousness, Fang Yin-"

-- Save the world from fire and water, and do justice in the world! Can you do it?

- Done!

Back then, that word was categorical, but at this time I couldn't say it anymore, and for some reason, I had to be silent.

Fang Yin has never been a person with lofty ideals, never been.

Fang Yin's gaze fell on the head of the stone turtle, which was where Fang Yin fell from the cliff, and his heart still palpitated unspeakably.

It's good to be alive.

Fang Yin in national distress, Fang Yin in national distress, Fang Yin is just a name.

"He's not like you, he's like him. The old master said: "Look, it's getting more and more similar." ”

He is the sleeper.

This is not a good thing, in the lonely old mountain of Suye Road, it has become more and more Shinto in recent years, and it is demonic.

Daoist Fang didn't want to be like him: "Okay, okay, what nonsense!"

Fairy Sword Tower.

The floor is an attic, but it is a room.

Seven steps deep, eight steps wide, three long cases in front of the left and right, and all of them are swords. There are swords on the case, and swords are hung on the wall, high and low, long and short, all kinds of things are the same, there are thousands of them. Most of them have sheaths, which are described as simple, the sky is half cast, and its color is faint. There are also unsheathed, sharp edges, a little dust, and do not hide their true colors. Fang Yin was looking at it, dazzled, Fang Yin didn't know that most of the swords here were used by the ancestors of the Shangqing Dynasty, and they had been stored for thousands of years and passed down from generation to generation, not newly cast swords.

With three thousand weak water, only one scoop was taken, and Fang Yin knew what kind of sword he wanted.

The most suitable sword for himself is the best sword, the broken scabbard of Ke Wu's sword is still there, and Fang Yin has always been by his side.

The sword that was most suitable for the scabbard in Fang Yin's hand was the sword Fang Yin was looking for.

Fang Yin wanted to find another Ke Wu, Ke Wu was very strong, Fang Yin was used to it, and it was very good.

Of course, this is also a complex.

Click, click, click, one by one, regardless of eyesight, this is a good way.

Old Master, you don't have to come with you.

Click, click, click, boom, boom, Mu Zhangjiao laughed, and the old master shook his head and sighed.

And by him to try, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is in the first room on the left, which is full of ancient books and Taoist scriptures and sword books, and the two went together.

The Master loved books more than swords.

It's been a long time.

"Uncle Kong-Uncle Kong-" Daoist Fang suddenly shouted, as if he had found a rare treasure: "Uncle Zhang--Lao Zamao'er-"

"Haha!" the old man entered the house, holding a few books in his hand.

Mu Zhangjiao glanced at it, and also smiled: "Sure enough!"

Daoist Fang really has eyesight, and the old master and Mu Zhangjiao did not guess wrong, it was the sword.

One person has one, one sword with one sheath, there is no second Ke Wu, but Fang Yin, the sword suitable for Fang Yin, has been found.

Because it's ordinary, it's missed.

Because of the difference, there is no missing out.

After trying all the swords in the attic, after missing them again and again, Fang Yin's gaze finally fell back on it.

To be precise, this is not a sword, but a stubborn iron.

It was a surprise when I started, because it was cold, cold, and the long sword was iron throughout, and there was nothing left.

I was shocked when I picked it up, because it was heavy, it was very heavy, so heavy that it could hardly move.

It was a great sword, five feet long, one foot long with a handle, six feet long, three inches wide, without a sharp point, without a ridge, without a blade, and without variegation.

There is no sheath, no sword spike, and the whole body is ink-colored.

It seems to be too plain divine sword, not as long as it is big, wide and sharp, only thick and heavy.

This is a strange sword, Fang Yin is very strange, try to swing it a few times, its weight is not appropriate, and its foothold is not stable.

The strange thing is, how did such a sword come about?

"This sword is called Juntian and weighs thirty pounds. Mu Zhangjiao smiled: "Good boy, have vision!"

Fang Yin didn't know that this sword was made by Patriarch Qingyun in his early years.

"Jun, thirty pounds. The old master shook his head and said, "Jun, Pingye." For the lord of the Quartet, so it is called Juntian. ”

It's very flat, it's unremarkable, it's ordinary to the extreme, but it's bizarre and different.

"This sword is said to be made of meteoric iron outside the sky, and foreign objects are not allowed to be added, and the blade is not allowed to be polished. Mu Zhangjiao looked at it and sighed with a smile: "Only one is good, indestructible." ”

Since it is indestructible, this sword is the nemesis of all swords in the world.

However, whether it is indestructible or indestructible, what is the use of losing its benefits and losing its speed?

Juntian, thirty pounds, don't be kidding.

Ke Wu weighs a little, but only two and a half catties, this sword is used by people like a mouse pulling a cart, just look at the wind.

"Hey!" Fang Yin sighed and put the sword back on the table.

How can you not measure your strength, when you have self-knowledge, Fang Yin is no longer the age of daydreaming. Therefore, Daoist Fang's eyesight is not good, so the old master wants to follow him: "If you use this sword to use the wind to raise Qingping, you can fight Uncle Kong." "It's this sword, Mu Zhangjiao also decided: "If you can use this sword, and then make another line like this for Lao Zamao'er-" Then he put his big hand on his chest and slanted it, and laughed and said: "Entering the Tao with martial arts, it can be said to be a great success!"

That's impossible.

Daoist Fang said, that can't be.

This sword, no one has made it in the Upper Qing Sect for thousands of years, and the Taisu Divine Sword of the Golden Jade Palace weighs only ten catties.

But Qingping's sword technique is also impossible, but neither is the Void Divine Skill.

But Togara said that Fang Yin was the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu and was born different.

This sword does not belong to the rivers and lakes, this sword only belongs to war.

It's still heavy, it's still cold.

The sword is in the hand.