Chapter 687 A Passer-by

Decades ago, Chen Gong was a rebellious son of the Zhushenfeng family. He was talented but impetuous. He was tired of living in seclusion day after day, but he was full of yearning for the colorful world outside.

It was unbearable for him that his life would be limited to this small valley, burdened with hatred that did not belong to him; it was equally unbearable for him that the weapons he had carefully crafted could only be shelved in the family's finished product warehouse until they gathered dust.

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This emotion became more and more intense as he grew up. In the end, he packed his bags and announced to his tribe that he was going to the outside world.

After the clan leader learned about it, he became furious and sternly declared that if he left, he would not come back again. Amid the worried or disdainful looks of the clan members, Chen Gong still resolutely threw away his baggage and embarked on the journey alone.

For thousands of years, there have been many children who have chosen to travel far away. The moment they leave the family, they will be regarded as traitors in the family. The family will not embarrass them, but will never recognize them again. Even the four hundred

Years ago, the talented swordsmith who was entrusted by the Xiling family to create two legendary weapons for them was also one of them.

Historically, the more geniuses are, the more arrogant they are, and the more they have their own opinions. Therefore, a large part of these travelers are "good seedlings" who have been specially trained by their families. The losses every time are all

Like a dull knife, it cuts into the hearts of the people, making them increasingly question the meaning of this pedantic rule.

However, the clan leader remained the same as before. With his arrogant majesty, he suppressed all rebellious voices and restored order in the clan, but also distracted the hearts of the clan members.

No one knows how well the previous Far Travelers did in the outside world. Anyway, none of them could really surpass the Jian Kiln Sect. But Chen Gong was the only one among them all to come back again. After wandering around in the world, he

There was a vitality and vitality in his body that was not found in his clan members, which naturally made everyone envious. At this time, several elders were already persuading the clan leader in low voices.

"Clan leader, it is said that Jiuyou Palace is the one who issued the mission this time. If everything goes well, we can definitely take this opportunity to make a comeback..."

"Yes, clan leader, you obviously still like to refine weapons. Why would you give up for an outsider and delay the future of all the family's children?"

The leader of Zhushenfeng clan listened to everyone's chatter, his sword eyebrows kept frowning, and finally he flicked his sleeves: "Stop talking! From the day I decided to live in seclusion, I vowed not to interfere in the affairs of the world. You guys

Could it be that my heart is also in chaos?"

Looking at the elders who were still unwilling to give up, the leader of the Zhushenfeng clan lowered his voice: "If you want to join the world, you can leave the clan immediately. I will never stop you! Otherwise, whoever dares to mention this matter will be punished according to the clan rules.

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The elders looked at each other, and finally sighed and retreated. But they did not know what kind of turmoil the leader of the Zhushenfeng clan, who was stubborn on the surface, was experiencing in his heart at this time.

Looking at the figures of the tribesmen struggling to pull the bellows, the prototypes of weapons slowly solidified in the lively and dancing flames; and Chen Ruo, who was wielding a hammer and baring his teeth and claws... these scenes were all for him

The most familiar thing. It was the entire meaning of his existence, his life...!

Yes, in fact, he still likes to refine weapons, but the person he is today is no longer the person he was then.

Once, when he was still young, he was aggressive in everything he did, as if the future had infinite possibilities. But now, he is old, and the refining tools that have accompanied him through the extraordinary years are all gone.

It has been suppressed in the basement and is covered with rust...

The world has changed for hundreds of years, and he has lived in seclusion until now. He dare not step into the world that is completely unfamiliar to him. He has missed the best time, and he has lost the courage and vigor of the past...

The ironware is not old, but he is old.

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Jian Kiln Dazong.

In the luxurious hall, a group of well-dressed elders gathered in front of the stove, adding various materials to the stove from time to time. Spiritual power of different colors continued to be injected into it along with the movement of the flames.

"It can... it can be done...!" The master of the sword kiln stared straight at the sky above the furnace, where a gradually formed cauldron embryo was slowly rotating. The flames below burned the body of the cauldron and burned it into a bronze color.

pattern.

"Now, hurry up and engrave the runes on it!"

The handprints of the elders changed, and beams of spiritual power rose from all directions, pouring on the surface of the cauldron. A layer of patterns that looked like decoration, but actually contained the secrets of laws, also spread out in circles.

As the runes expanded, the originally rotating cauldron started to vibrate unusually. It was like there was some kind of creature sealed in it, struggling to come out. The face of the Sword Kiln Sect Master changed slightly, and he took the initiative,

A ball of spiritual power shot straight into the sky, spreading out layers of misty halo, covering the entire cauldron.

Under the suppression of this burst of spiritual power beams, the vibration of the cauldron finally became a little lighter. The other elders stepped up their efforts, the formation patterns intertwined, and the luster in the runes was finally filled with another layer.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Halfway through the inscription of the runes, the cauldron began to vibrate violently again. This time, even if the sect master suppressed it with all his strength, the effect was minimal. Each layer of patterns was flashing frequently, and beams of brilliant white light were emitted from it.

, it stung the eyes of the surrounding disciples with pain.

At the same time, cracks gradually spread out on the surface of the cauldron. The cracks became more and more dense, and the white light coming out of them became more dazzling. The entire cauldron almost became a big hole with nothing on all sides.

The earthen jar finally exploded into fragments with a "bang" sound. Pieces of clay embryos were scattered on the ground, ruthlessly announcing another failure to everyone.

Looking at the fragments of embryos scattered on the ground, all the elders felt heavy. Since receiving the mission from Jiuyou Palace, they have been trying to refine it non-stop. However, no matter how many times they tried, they also failed.

How many times. Although they can no longer remember the specific number of times, the pain and despair caused by repeated failures have remained deep in their hearts.

The sword kiln leader's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then as if nothing had happened, he stepped forward to pull the bellows again, and at the same time commanded expressionlessly: "Add more materials and try again!"

The elders looked at each other several times, and finally with a "plop", they knelt down by the stove and begged sadly: "Sect Master, refining weapons is not something that can be done overnight. Even if we try hundreds of times, it will be useless!"

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"Yes, Sect Master, you'd better calm down and let's make plans..." The elders said, grabbing the hem of the Sect Master's robe and pleading.

From the day when the sect master decided to practice his skills hard, he stayed by the stove sleeplessly, guiding the progress of the weapon refining. The participating elders changed batch after batch, but the sect master never took a break.

He seemed to have entered a special state, but this was not the "selfless" state pursued by the weapon refiner, but a state of chaos and trance in which the soul was completely isolated from the outside world.

Such a state is often the result of self-isolation when a major blow is suffered. At that time, the patient will not feel any fatigue and devotes himself wholeheartedly to a task that is of special significance to him. But although personal ignorance is

I felt that the damage caused by high fatigue to the body was still real. If this continued, even the most powerful people would not be able to hold on. The elders were really helpless, so they were willing to risk the punishment and try to wake up the sect leader.

The figure of the Sword Kiln Sect Master was passively swaying from side to side, and his hand was still pulling the bellows stiffly. The people's pleadings were like all-pervasive magic sounds, constantly drilling into his head. The stove in front of him was shaking, that

The imaginary world was torn apart, and the sword kiln leader finally let out a mournful cry and slammed the iron hook in his hand down.

"Then what do you want from me...what do you want from me! Do you want me to do nothing and just wait to die?"

For the first time in several months, the sect leader finally spoke his true words. He had nothing to do with the mission of Jiuyou Palace. The only one he could count on, the Zhushenfeng family, had become a feud with him. Under such circumstances, he could only

He can put all his energy into refining the weapon to hypnotize himself, as if a miracle will really happen, his skills can advance by leaps and bounds before the time limit comes, and all disasters can be solved... But in the end, this is just self-deception.

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A young man in white who was also kneeling on the ground moved his knees and knelt at the forefront, saying loudly: "Sect Master, this disciple is willing to visit the Shen Shen Feng family. No matter what, we must ask them to come out and help!

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This young man's name is Nan Jingbai, and he is the most outstanding disciple among the descendants of the Jian Kiln Sect. He is wearing a pure white gown, and is gentle and elegant. His neat long hair is tied back by a white hairband. From the appearance,

He is just like an elegant young man with "poetry and calligraphy in his belly", but whenever he picks up the refining tools, he will have a special kind of concentration. Along with his whole temperament, it will be transformed into a kind of blade-like temperament.

Sharp.

The Sect Master of Jian Kiln has always been the most optimistic about him, but now that the sect is in trouble, he naturally cannot stand by and watch. Following his words, a group of elders also turned their nervous eyes to the Sect Master, if he is willing to negotiate peace with the Zhushenfeng family

, maybe things can turn around -

But under the gaze of everyone, the leader of the Jian Kiln shook his head heavily: "It's impossible... they won't agree. I'm sorry for him... but I can't repay him. I can't repay him.

His fame and glory are not worth the years he has spent. He hates me... and he deserves it."

Nan Jingbai said anxiously: "Sect Master, no matter what you did in the past, but now it is a critical moment of life and death. In terms of emotion, reason and morality, they should not ignore death..."

The leader of the Jian Kiln shouted coldly: "That's enough!" He turned his back and shook his hand again, "Stop talking."

Two old friends looked at the same sky and sighed deeply at the same time. When the dusty memories arose in their hearts at the same time, will the regrets and resentments of the past be rekindled again? The two people who hesitated to move forward.

, and do they have the same concerns and desires?

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In a tavern next to the port, Xilingchen was sitting in a corner with a few simple dishes in front of him.

Now, he has officially entered the Tongtian Realm. And soon, he should be able to follow Wangdongliu's instructions and find Wanghaichao mother and son. During this period, Xilingchen has been in a happy mood, even now

When ordering food in a tavern, I always make an exception and give the waiter a generous tip.

After all the dishes were served, Xilingchen ate in silence, and the plates quickly reached the bottom. But in front of the tavern, a cry with a cry came out from nowhere.

"Dear well-wishers, please give me some food. My old man hasn't had a full meal in several days..."

Following the sound, it turned out to be a ragged old beggar, carrying a broken bowl, begging for alms from the table.

Most of the responses he got were in a bad tone: "Where are you old beggar? Get out of here!" Many female guests covered their mouths and noses with their clothes in disgust.

"Eat your food, eat your food..." The old beggar didn't bother too much, but still walked slowly through the store, tapping the broken bowl in his hand.

"The waiter, get over here!" At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly sounded. Sitting on the most luxurious seats in the store, a group of cold-faced men in black were sitting, with a fierce murderous aura exuding around them.

Lots of blood, resulting in endless evil.

"Why haven't the dishes we asked for come yet? Do you not want to open this store?"

The waiter nodded and bowed to greet him, smiling apologetically: "Master Holy Envoy, please don't get angry. You see, it's dinner time now, and there are a lot of guests. I'll help you hurry..."

"I don't care about all your reasons!" One person raised his hand and slapped the table hard. "Since we are too busy, we will stop other people's orders first. We are still rushing to carry out the task after we finish eating. If we are really delayed,

Shichen, if the palace master takes the blame, will he pay for it with your head?"

The waiter apologized repeatedly, and a group of Jiuyou Holy Envoys cursed and let him go. The waiter, who had just escaped death, hurried to the kitchen and bumped into the old beggar who happened to be passing by.

together.

The waiter was about to apologize as usual. After seeing the other party's dress, he immediately straightened his face, put on a more fierce look than the previous Jiuyou Holy Envoy, and cursed: "Old beggar, you are blind.

?Who let you in? We are a high-end restaurant here, get out of here quickly! Otherwise, if you bump into the distinguished guests over there, your life will not be enough to compensate you!"

The old beggar buried his head deeply and uttered a vague apology. Tears flashed faintly in his muddy old eyes. He hurriedly walked out the door, and there were still sounds of laughter and pointing around him.

Xiling Chen frowned. He really couldn't stand the waiter's bullying. When his family was backward, he had also been a beggar. He had also received the same look at him. At this time, he suddenly felt sympathy and took the initiative to express his sympathy to the old beggar.

He said, "Come to my table."

The old beggar was startled, and then he came over happily and was about to sit down next to Xilingchen. After thinking about it, he sat down with a smile and turned his head. He was worried that he was dirty and smelly.

You will be disliked by your benefactor.

When the waiter saw that Xilingchen took the initiative to stand up, dressed in fine clothes, he thought it was either rich or noble, so he stopped pursuing it. He just silently thought about how to extract more money from this big customer later.

The Nine Nether Holy Envoys at the other table were attracted by the movement here and cast a few curious glances at Xilingchen. However, they soon discovered that the realm of the person in front of them was something that even they could not see through. .Although the Holy Envoys of Jiuyou are never afraid of trouble when they are walking outside, but no one has done anything wrong to them anyway. One more thing is worse than one less thing, so they just drink and eat food and ignore it.
Chapter completed!