These twenty-four bronze mirrors had been cast long before the young man from Ximo Juli across the street sent him the broken hairpin. There are twelve celestial bodies on the back of the mirror, engraved with the shape of the zodiac, and there are two more zodiac signs besides the twelve celestial bodies.

Fourteen characters surround the outline of the mirror, and the style is like official script. But even if you search the calligraphy book, you can't find these twenty-four characters, because these twenty-four characters are not commonly used characters, but the pictograms of the twenty-four Qi.

Lu Zijing unwrapped the baggage, counted it, and put the bronze mirrors one by one into the bamboo basket lined with paper. The sound of Qiaolou's first night drums came from outside the window, vaguely mixed with the thunder sound curse sung by the chicken man, singing

: "The sun is getting late, under the fish key, the dragon Tao cloth is hanging."

When Lu Zijing heard the sound of the drum, he let go of the bamboo basket and went to light a fire in the cookhouse. After a while, he cooked a bowl of soup slices. In the white soup, red oil floated, the noodles sank to the bottom, and five mustard sticks were lying on the side.

He brought the soup slices to the bamboo basket, took a sip of boiling soup, and put a handful of noodles into it. It was steaming hot.

He has been living in seclusion in the city for hundreds of years.

Practitioners of the two sects often travel around the world to refine their hearts in the world of mortals, but the founder of Qingque Palace, the eighth generation of Sword Master, has seen all the rolling world of mortals, and there is no longer any need to refine their hearts in the world of mortals. What makes him disappear into the mortal world,

It was an oath. A hundred years ago, he was just one step away from enlightenment by breaking through a layer of window paper. Because of this oath, a hundred years later, this layer of window paper was still blurred in front of his eyes.

Lu Zijing ate soup slices and recalled her past life.

It is very difficult for the elderly to recognize the people around them, and it is even more difficult to recall the childhood events. For Lu Zijing, it is easy to recall the events of this life, but it is a bit slow to recall the past life.

From the previous life to the first life, Lu Zijing has experienced several dynasties, but Xuandu has not changed its name for thousands of years. More than a thousand years ago, the world collapsed and heroes emerged. He was born in Lingnan, and came from a family of advisers.

Aggressive nature, ten

He entered the court at the age of seven and worked as a guest for more than 20 years. Until he was more than 40 years old, he went to Jiang State with the envoy of Qi State at that time and came to Xuandu. He accidentally entered a place where Taoists discussed the law. As a mortal, he and

A Taoist fights with swords, wins, and enters the Qingque Palace.

In this life, he has been practicing the "Zangjing Luxing Sword Sutra" for forty years without a single defeat. The name of the sword he wears in this life is Buguang. This sword represents death and the sword can relieve reincarnation.

In the second life after the sword was solved, he specialized in making swords. He traveled around the world and made more than a thousand swords. He wrote the "Sword Classic" and left it to the world, leaving famous swords.

In the third life, he abandoned Taoism and practiced martial arts, observing waterfalls and volcanoes, rivers in spring and snow in winter, taking the power of nature, attaining the great achievement of divine transformation, and leaving behind the Ten Directions Sword.

In the fourth life, return to Qingque Palace, practice the "Nine Transformations and Ten Transformations Sutra", and pay attention to the Shape Sword.

In the fifth life, he entered the troubled times, used killing to prove the Tao, established the Lu Kingdom, and paid attention to the Jun Sword.

In the sixth life, he studied the numbers of heaven and kept the Dayan Sword.

In the seventh life, the six senses are cut off, the sword's heart is clear, and the sword is left useless.

In the eighth life, he was invincible. He held the Dubu Sword and tried to open the gate of Taodu Mountain. However, he only opened a gap and was defeated by a Lingshu Cheng from Dayong Kingdom named Yin Shengxie.

, folding the sword at the foot of Taodu Mountain.

Because of this defeat, he gave up the way of swordsmanship, watched Jianzhao, and wandered in the cage for a hundred years. Now it was time for him to be born. There was still half of the soup slice left. Lu Zijing put down his chopsticks and took a white

I wiped my mouth with a handkerchief, picked up the bamboo basket, picked up a green oilcloth umbrella at the door, and went out.

Back then, the Patriarch of the Qingque Palace opened a gap in the earth gate with his sword, setting off a chaotic world of demons and monsters that lasted for hundreds of years. The so-called man-made murderous intention, turning the world upside down, was probably talking about this person. But this old mirror-grinding old man could not leave.

It's very simple. There was only half a bowl of oily soup slices left on the table. It seemed that he just thought the soup slices were bland and went to the neighbor's house to exchange the bronze mirror for vinegar.

He set foot on the streets of Banrifang. The curfew had long since been lifted, and there were occasional vendors on the streets. As he approached the East Market, fishing fires were all over the river, and the street lamps and shadows were lingering in the humidity. People who have lived in Xuandu for a long time saw that

With this humidity, you know it's going to rain. Most of the pedestrians walking at night carry umbrellas, and there are red inscriptions on the wrists of some disciples, who are obviously prepared to protect themselves from the rain.

Before the rain fell, the old man in linen clothes walked to the center of the West Market and held up an umbrella. The moment he held up the umbrella, the first drop of rain in Xuandu touched the tip of a pedestrian's nose, and the coolness was so weak that it seemed like an illusion.

It wasn't until the pedestrian stretched out his hand and touched a few drops of night rain in his palm that he realized that it had started to rain, so he became the second person to hold an umbrella.

Then came the third, fourth, and even the whole street, umbrellas of different colors, blooming in the long street under the night rain.

Because of that moment of foresight, the rain seemed to fall due to Lu Zijing's umbrella. The floor tiles were gradually stained with water, like a mirror, reflecting the lights in the street mats, all the way to the north of Xuandu City.

.Lu Zijing walked north along the street, and the place he wanted to go was Luming Academy.

When he was about to be born, he had to regain his magical powers from his previous life. As he walked on the road, recalling his previous life, the raindrops around him trembled and broke into a little mist. But that was all, no one on the street noticed it, let alone what he said about being unique in the world.

However, thousands of miles away, there was a drunken ranger lying in the house, sleeping soundly. The ranger held a sword in his arms, and only half of the blade was left in the scabbard. The so-called ranger

, but people who are idle and not doing their job, this ranger is no different. This person is not a practitioner and has no background. He just grabbed this broken sword when collecting debts. The ranger only knows that this sword is

It was broken, but it was still sharpened like clay, so it was regarded as a treasure. At this moment, the scabbard trembled. The ranger opened his eyes with a blur of drunkenness, turned over, and continued to snore loudly.

Lu Zijing walked through Dongshi, recalling the previous life. The sound of rain in his ears had disappeared, and all the people's shadows and lights were lost. Then he no longer felt the cool wind, warm clothes, and smelled the smell of grass and earth. All six senses were gone, only the heart of the sword remained.

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Thousands of miles away, in the sword pavilion of Xiyi Mountain, a sword suddenly chirped. Beside the sword pavilion, in a fighting room, a white-clothed Taoist looked surprised. He left the small room, walked into the sword pavilion, found the self-minging sword, and looked at it for a moment.

He lowered his sword and looked to the west. He said to himself: "Que Xiezi became blind in Qingque Palace, and lost his consciousness. Could it be that this is fate..."

Lu Zijing's six senses returned and she recalled her previous life.

In the Star Observation Pavilion of the Qintian Prison in Yujing City, there is a sword hanging on the wall. The blade of the sword buzzes and almost wants to fly away from its sheath. A mute boy looks up at the sword with a foolish look on his face.

When Lu Zijing recalled the fifth life, in the Governor's Mansion, the murderous sword god flew out of its sheath with a clanging sound. The King of Zhenxi, Han Ke, unsheathed his sword and with a solemn expression, he took one step out of the Governor's Mansion. The next moment, he arrived.

Upstairs in Deyue, I looked down at Xuandu like a bird of prey, but I couldn't find any trace of Lu Zijing.

The next moment, in the Sword Tomb of Qingque Palace, swords chanted suddenly, and light smoke lingered on the small pot beams. Wang Liyang of the Prison Court put down the scriptures and murmured: "Ancestor?"

Immediately afterwards, on an ancient battlefield somewhere in Liuzhao, a group of vultures gathered. Suddenly, the earth trembled, and the bones turned out, revealing a cold light. A ray of cold light, and the group of vultures flew away in fright.

Almost at the same time, General Dayong was in prison. The prisoner was holding a sword in his hand, which was as cold as snow. This sword was his best work and took half a year to make. At this time, a sword appeared on the sword stand.

Ming, Jian Zheng was stunned for a long while, tremblingly holding up the Fijing Sword, muttering dozens of times, "The Sword Mings from Me", showing a decisive look, and threw the newly forged sword into the furnace.

No one knew that the old man Mojing from Banrifang left Xuandu and walked up the mountain road of Luming Academy to Qingxinyuan. Lu Zijing was about to be born, but everyone knew about it.

In the Qingxin Courtyard, the incense of Jingzi has been burned out. Li Chan condensed the wisp of evil energy born in winter into the Neck Marrow Spirit. He was about to take a rest when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw Ximoju across the street.

The old man grinding the mirror, Li Chan was startled, "You..."

Lu Zijing said: "Li Lang, remember, you still owe me a painting?"

Li Chan didn't know how the old man found this place, so he suppressed his surprise and asked, "What does Mr. Lu want me to draw?"

"Draw a person."

"who?"

"Yin overcomes evil."

Yin wins over evil? Li Chan had no impression of the name Lu Zijing said. He smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Lu is making things difficult for me. I have never seen this person, how can I draw him?"
Chapter completed!