Chapter Twenty-Three: The Three-Foot Blue Blade Sword

"This time it was a fluke. Song Qingshu, who came to his senses, found that his spirit and spirit had been injured by different injuries, and he couldn't help but be afraid for a while, "I didn't expect that it was just to comprehend the sword intent, and it turned over in the gutter, which is really unpredictable." ”

At the same time, Song Qingshu turned his head to look at the Condor beside him who was looking at him with concern, and couldn't help but be grateful, and solemnly arched his hand, "Brother Diao, thank you!"

"Chirp!"

The Condor chirped and flapped its wings at the same time, as if to say that it was not necessary.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile when he saw it, touched the dark feathers of the divine eagle, and said, "Brother Eagle, I want to recover first." ”

As he spoke, Song Qingshu took out the gourd pinned to his waist, opened the gourd and took a sip of wine.

In an instant, Song Qingshu felt a thick heat slowly steaming in his body.

Snake gall bladder can not only transform internal force, but also be a must in replenishing essence and energy.

In front of the Wolong Mountains, small valleys, and waterfalls, Kang Yong is standing on a rock.

Half a day later, Song Qingshu came to his senses again, and now the situation is much better, but this time the spirit and spirit are not something that can be made up for once, and he needs to recuperate slowly.

Since he couldn't recover in a short time, Song Qingshu was no longer entangled, thinking of the purpose of coming here this time, Song Qingshu decided to go out to find the Qingfeng Sword three times. However, I originally thought that the Condor was no more, and the sword that Dugu sought defeat was an ownerless thing, but unfortunately now alas, and the Condor saved his life. Song Qingshu didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, the Condor cooed twice, pulled Song Qingshu's clothes with his mouth, and then walked out.

"Brother Diao, you're taking me there. "It's a pity that the Condor can't speak, so Song Qingshu's luxury is in vain. Song Qingshu shook his head and followed him out of the cave.

Seeing that the Condor was actually walking to the back of the cave, Song Qingshu couldn't help but secretly guess, "Could it be that the Condor is going to take me to the Sword Shrine?"

When he arrived at the cave, he saw that the trees were green and the mountain was clear, so he walked and came to a cliff. The cliff is like a huge screen, rising to the sky, the middle of the cliff is about 20 zhang from the ground, there is a big stone of three or four zhang square, it is like a platform, and there are words faintly carved on the stone. Looking up, I saw clearly that it was the two big characters of "Sword Shrine",

Song Qingshu was overjoyed in his heart: "It's really a sword mound!"

At this time, I saw that the Condor looked at Song Qingshu, cooed twice, and then didn't care about Song Qingshu, with one wing, Song Qingshu only felt a gust of wind blowing, and then saw the Condor rising into the sky, and instantly arrived on the stone platform.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a while, this bare piece is not to say that he is himself, even if the master Zhang Sanfeng comes, he is helpless. But fortunately, he knew that Yang Guo could go up with a broken arm back then, so there must be some way.

After staring intently for a while, I suddenly saw a clump of moss growing on the cliff every few feet, and dozens of clumps lined up in a straight line.

Song Qingshu's heart moved, he lifted the ladder cloud vertical, jumped up, and reached out to the bottom of the moss to touch it.

Grabbed out a handful of black mud, it was really a small cave, it was expected to be dug by Dugu with a sharp weapon when he was defeated, and the years were deep, and the mud in the hole was accumulated, so there was moss.

Song Qingshu was happy in his heart, Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, thought that he had climbed up from here.

Now that he has found a way, without further ado, Song Qingshu lifted the ladder and ladder, step by step, like climbing a cloud ladder, took a breath, ran a few feet high, and stepped on the top with his left foot

In a small hole, he jumped up, kicked his right foot into the second bush of moss, and the soft mud burst out, and there was indeed another cave on the stone wall that could accommodate it.

After repeating this repeatedly, about a stick of incense, Song Qingshu finally rushed to the platform in one breath.

I saw that the Condor was standing next to the big stone with the two big characters "Sword Shrine" written on it, and at the same time, the two lines of stone carvings with smaller fonts beside him attracted Song Qingshu's attention:

"The sword demon is invincible in the world, but buries the sword.

Woohoo! The heroes are tied up, the long swords are empty, and they are not sad!"

Song Qingshu was overjoyed and finally arrived here.

Looking at the two rows of stones carved out for a while, he lowered his head and saw a large tomb piled up with many stones. Thinking about it, this is the real sword mound, this tomb is backed to the valley, pitching and empty, not to mention how the sword demon himself is a hero, this sword mound alone has occupied the situation, I want to see this all-round talent in humanities and martial arts, and his ambitions are very,

But hatred was born late, and I didn't have the opportunity to meet this predecessor hero.

Song Qingshu looked up to the sky next to the sword mound and roared, and in a moment, the echoes were endless□, remembering that Yang came here and howled so long, and couldn't help but have 'Some people who have not seen the ancients before, and who have not seen the future. Thinking of the world and the world, the feeling of being alone and crying.

At this moment, although Song Qingshu wanted to see what the sharp weapons in the tomb looked like, he always didn't want to offend his predecessors, so he sat on his knees, breathing in the wind, only to feel that the chest and abdomen were full of clear air, and he seemed to want to fly away with the wind.

At this time, the eagle beside the carp screamed a few times, stretched out its steel claws, grabbed the stone on the sword mound, and moved it aside.

But seeing that the eagle's claws kept rising and falling, he removed the stones on the mound after a while, revealing three long swords side by side, and between the first and second swords, there was another long stone chip. Three swords and stone flakes sit side by side on a large bluestone.

Song Qingshu lifted the first sword on the right, and saw two lines of small characters engraved on the stone under the sword:

"Fierce and fierce, invincible, and the weak crown is used to compete with the heroes of Heshuo. ”

When I looked at the sword again, I saw that it was about four feet long, and it was shining with blue light, and it was a sharp weapon.

"This is my future blade. Song Qingshu couldn't put it down. After a while, Song Qingshu put the sword back in its place.

Pick up the long stone slices, and see that the bluestone under the stone slices is also engraved with two lines of small characters:

"Ziwei soft sword, used before the age of thirty, accidentally injured righteousness is ominous, and it is abandoned in the deep valley. ”

Song Qingshu thought to himself: "It's really a loser, this crape myrtle soft sword is definitely not weaker than the existence of the three-foot Qingfeng sword, others can't ask for a haode weapon, he actually threw it away like this, he really is full and doesn't know how hungry he is." ”

After a while, Song Qingshu shook his head, put down the stone shard, and looked at the moment of Xiangxia's face. But I saw that there were two lines of small characters engraved on the stone carving:

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. Before the age of forty, he was rampant in the world. ”

Song Qingshu knew that the original sword weapon here was the Xuantie heavy sword that was taken away by Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, and dominated the world.

At the same time, he muttered the words "heavy sword has no edge, great skill does not work", and couldn't help shaking his head for a while, the truth is this truth, but it is not easy to say how easy it is to do it.

The so-called 'sword is light and agile, and the sword is heavy and heavy'. The swordsmanship in the world, I don't know how many, but no matter how different the changes of that sect and that faction, it is always light and fast, and the name of the heavy sword is spread in the rivers and lakes.

Song Qingshu shook his head, not thinking about those things, after all, his current self was still too far away from those.

Only zuihou has a sword left, and when he looks at it, it turns out to be a wooden sword, and the hilt of the sword body has decayed over time, but he saw the stone carving under the sword:

"After the age of forty, it is not stagnant in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. Since then, he has been refined, gradually moving to the realm of no sword is better than a sword. ”