Chapter 1629: Meeting Wen Ting under the sword-washing pool, smelling the sword and looking for Xingkongxing
Sword burial mound.
Stretching mountains surround this mysterious place that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. The mist that persists for many years makes this place a bit taboo.
Everyone knows that there is a famous forbidden mountain in the Eastern Region, called "Dongshan". In terms of age, even those who conquer the sacred mountain may not be as qualified as it.
On the top of Dongshan Mountain, the ancestral tree sisal grows, also known as "Dongshan sisal". However, due to its reputation, few people can get a glimpse of the true nature of sisal.
After being buried in the sword tomb, he sat and lay in the hinterland of Dongshan Mountain.
Obviously Dongshan is one of the seven forbidden areas, and the sharpness of the "sword" in his hand should make him famous in the five realms.
In fact, this mountain is similar to the sword burial mound, and it is well versed in the art of "hiding".
No mountains, no dew.
Near the sword burial mound, there is an endless stream of worshipers all year round.
However, everyone could only go back and forth to the outskirts of the Dongshan Mountains. After struggling under the mist, they returned without success.
Except for those who have successfully worshiped at the gate of the Sword Tomb, no outsider can see what the real mountain looks like.
But how many people are allowed to be buried in the Sword Tomb for one generation?
Countless!
The low reputation does not mean that the fortunes of Dongshan and the Sword Burial Tomb will become worse day by day.
All the great rivers coming from the east converge here.
In fact, in the entire Eastern Region Sword God Heaven, except for Shenyue Immortal City, which has jumped out in recent decades and robbed some of its luck in swordsmanship.
The luck of the swordsmanship in other places, no matter how vigorously they develop in the middle, will eventually converge at Dongshan, the land to the east, at the Sword Burial Tomb.
What’s the use of luck?
Luck does not have a specific and fixed role. If we insist on explaining it, it can only be manifested in this way:
The person who looked after the sword at the tomb of the previous generation was named Yutu!
The contemporary tomb-keeper, Wen Ting!
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call out!
A ray of red light passed over the crowded market at the foot of the mountain, passed over the sweaty climbers at the foot of the mountain, and rushed into the mist with great pride.
"Look, who is that? He seems to be wearing a skirt? I'm peeping, I'm peeping..."
"Trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Tomb, does she think she can't die quickly enough?"
"Those who worship the mountain can only climb it on foot. This is the unwritten rule of the Sword Burial Tomb. Only those who meet the standards of courage, perseverance, and wisdom can be favored by Wen Jianxian... Oh, except Gu Qingsi."
"By flying like this, she can only trigger the restriction. Who can resist the resentment attack of the hundred thousand swords in the Sword Tomb?"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal."
"Shit! Bah, bah, bah, don't look at me like that. I mean, only the Eighth Sword Immortal can do it. If anyone else's surname is not Wen and Gu, they will definitely be shattered to pieces!"
"She is not one of the four brothers and sisters of the Gu family. She looks like a spiritual refiner at first glance. She doesn't even have innate swordsmanship."
"Then she will die!"
"Rampant and ungrateful, you should be damned!"
"Uh, vertical girl!"
The storyteller Ling Nian heard all the climbers' jealousy and curses, smiled, pulled out the token from his chest, and made his way unimpeded.
Just kidding, what kind of status do you have, and you still go hiking?
As you climb mountains and climb mountains, the last person you want to worship is not my brother!
As for my older brother, he had already taken the initiative to pay homage to other people’s brothers when he was still very old.
If you really count, the three brothers of the Gu family...oh, now they are the fourth brother and sister, and they all call each other "Uncle"!
"Although I don't know ancient swordsmanship..."
The storyteller held up his orchid fingers, gently pinched the Burial Sword Order, walked all the way through the mist of the outer mountains, around the twists and turns of the inner mountains, marched familiarly amidst various restrictions and sword lights, and soon walked out of the sword formation unscathed.
The scene before my eyes changed.
Surrounded by mountains on all sides, there is an indentation in the middle hinterland, embracing the north and south and facing east, looking towards the distant East China Sea, like a giant tomb on earth.
The tomb is a real tomb.
What was buried inside was not a human being, but countless spiritual swords and famous swords from all dynasties.
Above the cemetery, there is lingering lingering resentment and a desire for new life. This is the real thought of the sword visible to the naked eye, full of contradictions.
The storyteller dare not read more.
If you look at this thing too many times, your eyes may become useless.
However, ancient sword cultivators could observe this and practice mindfulness. It was here that the eight masters of swordsmanship were perfected.
Look up...
The mountain is too high to reach the top!
If one stands on the East China Sea and looks far away, and can see through the fog, one can see the Dongshan Mountain that is invisible to the world, like a giant sword trying to penetrate the sky.
This sword is on the east side of the mountain. The hilt of the sword is submerged in the earth. The sword is boring to support the sword burial mound. The steep sword blade penetrates into the sky. It is extremely spectacular.
"On the tip of Dongshan sword is sisal..."
"Speaking of which, both the eldest brother and the second brother can go up there. I've been here for half my life, and it's still hard to climb up to see sisal. It's a pity that I have no connections..."
The storyteller shook his head and sighed, no longer sighing, and rushed into the tomb with his skirt in hand.
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"Brother~Brother~"
"Brother~Brother~"
Just like the crow of a rooster, it crows from south to north, from west to east. The storyteller finally heard the melodious drama beside the sword-washing pool.
I am singing "A Niu Embroidery", which tells an ancient love story with twists and turns and a sad ending, between A Niu and the Embroidery Lady.
The storyteller couldn't help but stop, and after listening to a few words in a daze, he woke up as if from a dream, opened the stone door with a token, and punched the door with a resentment:
"Are you deaf? Can't you hear people calling you?"
"Alang~Alang~ Where are you?"
"Hello!"
"Xiu Niang~Xiu Niang~I'm very familiar with you! I'm there~by the water~~~"
The storyteller kicked his toes.
The stone flew accurately and hit Wen Ting on the buttocks, causing blood to splash out.
"what are you doing!"
Wen Tingshui rolled up his sleeves, covered his red butt, turned his head and glared angrily.
He had full makeup on his face, with half a male face and half a female face. One person was playing two roles, and he was clearly in high spirits.
After looking back, his eyebrows were condensed, filled with murderous intent, and his resentment was no worse than that of the famous swordsmen who were tortured every day in the sword washing pool.
"Something's wrong."
The storyteller kicked off his high heels and stepped barefoot into the bluestone path next to the sword-washing pool that was just submerged in the water.
Amidst the crisp sound of water splashing, I walked to the seat and quickly curled up as if I were back at home. Even my wet feet stepped on the armrest of the seat unceremoniously.
After wiping it twice, he crossed his legs and touched a book on the stone cabinet beside him. His head fell down. The storyteller flipped through the book and said:
"Xiao Xueshen is looking for you."
——"Sword Classic Part 1"!
"He has something to 'invite' me, but he won't come over on his own. Do you know how to be polite?" Wen Ting stared at the smelly feet with water stains in his eyes.
To be continued...