Dongshan, which is worshiped by thousands of swordsmen, is like a huge edgeless sword, with the scabbard as the base and inserted upside down, but it still towers into the clouds.
In Dongshan, the swordsmanship is everywhere.
The singing sound was ups and downs, as if someone was singing an opera with high spirits.
Until the golden light scroll above the nine heavens converged, the domineering and overwhelming Taoist sound finally disappeared, and the singing and opera sound inside Dongshan also stopped.
"EMI exchanges for me the Eight Masters...
“Tsk, tsk, I’ve been depressed for so long, and I finally regained some of the bohemian feeling I had decades ago…
"I really miss it."
Wen Ting was wearing a costume and walking barefoot in the dark mountains, his tone full of nostalgia.
Not long after, a low cry in the sword washing pool in the distance attracted attention. Wen Ting listened carefully for a while, raised the corner of his mouth, and walked quickly.
"Crack."
Stepping into the sword washing pool, water splashed everywhere.
The source of the crying sound was found, and it turned out to be a broken sword.
It stands to reason that the Sword Burial Tomb contains all swords without owners. Their owners have either died or lost contact. It is rare for a broken sword to retain such strong vitality after being abandoned.
But the broken sword in front of me was crying, and there were still water droplets on the sword.
I don’t know if the water from the sword washing pool splashed up, or if the iron sword really shed tears, which is rare in thousands of years.
Wen Ting squatted down with a smile, looked at the trembling broken sword in front of him, stretched out his hand, and flicked it lightly.
"Buzz buzz!"
Broken Sword struggled violently, unable to bear the humiliation.
Wen Ting looked sarcastic and said with a smile:
"Qingju, Qingju, why are you so stubborn?
"I told you to find a new master earlier but you refused to listen. Now it's better. They have come back, but you have been abandoned. You may stay with me in this dark Dongshan for the rest of your life...
"Hahaha, funny, funny!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Broken Sword cried even harder.
It really wants to pull itself out, fly up and give the human in front of it a sharp sword.
However, if the sword in the sword washing pool has no owner, it will never come out and will never see the light of day.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Wen Ting clicked his tongue with a devilish smile on his face.
Seeing that Broken Sword was crying harder, he took out a jade bottle and collected the water droplets on Broken Sword's body drop by drop.
"Cry more, cry more...
"Sword Tears, these are rare in thousands of years! I don't have many collections, so you'd better cry harder for me."
clang clang clang
The broken sword couldn't bear the humiliation, and burst out with strong sword intent. Even some rusty ancient swords in the sword washing pool couldn't bear it, and they fell apart one after another.
"Can this hurt me?"
Wen Ting remained indifferent and allowed the sharp edge of the sword to rage, like a breeze blowing on his face, only stirring the tips of his hair and clothes.
He stretched out his hand, flexed his fingers, and banged the broken sword hard.
Suddenly, Qingju cried out tears of pain again.
Wen Ting laughed loudly and continued to taunt while putting it away in a jade bottle.
"I'm crying, I'm crying!
"I wonder how long you and I have been spending here... denying the Lord? In your entire life, the only word left is 'crying'!
"Still waiting for the eight masters to know each other?
"Why don't you go to heaven!"
…
Zhongyu, an ordinary blacksmith shop.
Under the iron plaque of "Cao's Blacksmith Shop", a naked upper body man with unicorn arms hovered anxiously, but did not dare to say anything.
But obviously, he had been waiting for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting into the blacksmith shop.
"Not yet?
"There are still more than thirty pigs waiting in my pig farm. You asked me to come and get the knife within the specified time limit, but you have been waiting for so long. Can I kill the pigs?!"
After a sound.
The half-open wooden door creaked open, and a wave of heat rushed towards his face. The big man couldn't help but take a few steps back, feeling his face burning.
Soon, the sound of heavy footsteps "dong dong dong" sounded, and a little giant-like figure walked out.
The big man is already tall enough.
He is eight feet long, and because he kills pigs all the time, his upper body is as strong as an ox.
But after the wooden door in front of him shook, the big man felt his head go dark, and a little giant who could barely squeeze out from inside appeared with his waist bent.
This little giant held a pocket-sized knife in his hand, which he held with just two fingers.
When he walked out of the door, his waist was straight, and he was more than three heads taller than the pig-butcher. His body was as thick as a pillar in horizontal area, twice as tall as the pig-butcher!
"Brother, big brother..."
The big pig-killing man shrank his neck, rubbed his hands, and his voice became weaker: "Is the knife ready? I'll pick up the knife. Thank you for your hard work~"
"Here." The little giant said angrily. He was not impatient. He just handed out the butcher knife in his hand and squeezed back into the cramped blacksmith shop without looking back.
"wack."
The big man who killed the pig grunted, waved the knife, and expressed his appreciation for the good quality. At the same time, he dropped the money and ran away in a hurry.
This "Cao's Blacksmith Shop" is so famous among the nearby neighbors!
The ironware forged by their father and son is really top-notch, the quality is unparalleled, and the price is very cheap.
The only weird thing is...
The father and son were not good at words, and they both looked like giants. They didn't look like mere mortals.
I heard that some time ago, someone saw Cao Erzhu, the little giant just now, coming back from Qingyuan Mountain with an ox in one hand and a tiger in the other.
I also heard that someone saw the battle scene...
It's the kind that's extremely cruel, with one punch and the skull is blown open. It sounds very bloody and exciting.
This kind of person would definitely not use a knife to kill a pig, but just tear it into pieces with his hands.
Inside the blacksmith shop.
Cao Erzhu walked back to the bellows with a bang, picked up the special hammer, and while bombarding, he couldn't help but reminisce about the vision of heaven that had just delayed him from returning the sword.
"One hundred generations exchanged my eight acquaintances, and I summoned the divine light with my command...
"You're so damn educated, unlike me, who only babbling like a child.
"Well...this person is the eighth uncle dad mentioned, right?"
There are two eyes between the flesh on the face of the little giant, and what is written in the eyes is a longing.
At the age of twenty-six, he is in his prime of life.
Who wouldn't be filled with excitement and longing for the holy scene just now?
Cao Erzhu thought about his life.
Her mother died in childbirth, and her sister was fed up with her father's bad temper and ran away from home. She has been forging iron in this dilapidated blacksmith shop for more than 20 years.
Sometimes, he really had enough of this mortal life.
He is obviously very strong, but he can't use any of his abilities. He is like a useless person.
He also wanted to get out of the blacksmith shop, step into that mysterious realm, and fight with those immortal spirit refining masters, but his father always only allowed himself to fight with wild beasts, and did not allow him to step into the spirit refining world at all.
"EMI exchanges for my Eight Masters..."
Cao Erzhu was bombarding the iron embryo while reciting this word. Suddenly his blood surged up, and his seven orifices spurted out hot air. He felt an inexplicable force appear, giving him a desire to resist.
"Dad!"
He turned around and kept moving his hands, but he shouted and looked towards the backyard where the roof was closed and hidden from the sun.
In the dark backyard, blue lightning occasionally flashed, outlining the outline of a more burly giant.
This giant was also naked from the waist up. He was still wearing a big cloak in the small blacksmith shop that looked like the inside of a volcano.
He was carrying a huge wine barrel in his hand, which filled the entire backyard space like a big stone mound.
The lightning flashed and the illumination lasted for a long time, and the muscles of his big arms were vaguely visible. They were huge and big, so big that they could hold up three heads of the man who just took the knife to kill the pig!
"belch"
The sound of heavy wine belches, the accompanying strong smell of alcohol, and a nasal sound of "um" responded to Cao Erzhu's call, and also pointed out that it was still time for dad to wake up.
Cao Erzhu took a deep breath and said loudly:
"Dad!
"I have mastered the God Punishment and Punishment Tribulation. I have also mastered the six transformations of the Divine Mind. I have also learned the last and twelfth level of your 'Gentleman's Hammer Technique'. The body of the throne cannot be upgraded anymore."
, there is also the realm of spirit refining, and I am also in the throne realm..."
"Hiccup!" A wine burp interrupted Cao Erzhu's spellcasting, followed by a voice that was as thick as a murmur but as thick as thunder, "Let's talk about... the important point, burp!"
Cao Erzhu shuddered and said weakly: "Dad, I, I want to go out."
"Where to go?"
"Get out, get out."
"How far?"
"Quite, quite far."
"How soon will you be back?"
"No, I don't know..."
There was a bang.
There was a muffled thunder explosion in the blacksmith shop, followed by two electric rays of light that crisscrossed and swooped in: "Er Zhu, what are you talking about?"
Cao Erzhu didn't dare to meet his father's gaze at all. He turned his head and knocked on the iron block. Thinking of the heroic spirit of "EMI exchanged for my eight masters", he said with all his strength: "I actually want to go to the outside world... and take a look~"
"Who will support me if you leave?" In the darkness, a voice as thick as thunder sounded again.
Cao Erzhu stopped hammering and scratched his head with the big red hammer, his eyes filled with confusion: "It seems to be the same..."
"belch!"
Another heavy wine burp, the backyard giant gurgled and drank from the wine barrel, then threw it away, wiped his mouth and sobered up a lot, and said:
"It's too dangerous outside. Have you been deceived by your eighth uncle? What he said just now was to deceive a kid like you into going to die."
"How old are you? Even if you master what you just said, do you know how dangerous the spirit refining world is outside?"
Cao Erzhu shrank his neck, his eyes full of curiosity: "How dangerous is it?"
The giant in the backyard sighed, but this time he didn't curse outright, but said seriously:
"Your eighth uncle was born to be able to fight against the Grand Master, and Taixu was able to fight against the Holy Emperor, but he was still beaten to death for decades. How dangerous is it outside?
"The world of spirit refining is full of geniuses like your eighth uncle! And your eighth uncle couldn't beat me back then!
"Can you beat me? If not, can you go out and deliver food?"
Cao Erzhu was obedient.
He can't even beat his father with one hand, how can he beat those geniuses outside?
But according to rumors, there aren’t that many geniuses like Uncle Eight?
The backyard giant wearing a big cloak seemed to know what his child was thinking, and his cold snort was like thunder, causing smoke and dust to roll down from the ceiling:
"What's the use of listening to your neighbors' bullshit?
"Your father and I are from the same era as your eighth uncle. You don't listen to me, but you listen to legends?"
Cao Erzhu felt ashamed. What his father said was very reasonable and literate.
The backyard giant seemed to want to completely give up the idea of his son running away from home. After a pause, he asked: "Have you mastered the secret of thunder?"
"Not even close." Cao Erzhu was so humble and ashamed that he blushed.
"Hmph! You haven't mastered the mysteries yet, and you still want to go out and have fun?"
Dad’s sarcasm is still as heart-piercing as ever:
"The outside world is full of mysteries! I can easily give you an example of Bazunzhen and Yumo. Think about how terrifying those people are?
"Geniuses are everywhere, why don't you go out and hang yourself?
"You haven't even mastered a single secret. How dare you mention that you want to leave? You don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"
Cao Erzhu had tears in his eyes when he heard this, and finally gave up the ridiculous thoughts in his mind. The world of spirit refining is really scary.
"I see……"
"Don't even think about going out. I'm out of wine. I'll go get some from the wine cellar."
"Oh, okay."
Watching his little baby walking to the basement, Cao Yihan fell into deep thought.
"EMI exchanges for me the Eight Masters...
"Haha, that's crazy! Are you announcing that you are coming back?"
He turned over and tried to stand up.
But as soon as his body moves, the Qi Sea Saint Yuan explodes like thunder, and he is about to wake up.
The surging power surged out from the limbs and bones, as if to break through the layers of shackles...
"grass!"
Cao Yihan cursed angrily and lay down again.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he tore off the iron ring around his neck. There were nine tokens hanging on the iron ring, each with the word "forbidden" written on it.
As soon as you hold it with your hands, you will crush it and let out your breath.
But in the end, Cao Yihan endured it.
"Nine of these bullshit prohibitions on martial arts can't suppress the semi-saint realm. Dao Qiongtian, you are a waste!" The giant in the backyard pointed at the ceiling and yelled:
"Slut, tell me not to move, and then I'll bring you some wine!"
…
at the same time.
Because of a golden edict from the Holy Emperor, and because of the sentence "A hundred generations have given me eight acquaintances."
Almost everyone from the previous era heard this declaration:
"I'm back!"
This time, he is no longer just talking to the Holy Temple, nor is he just a vague figure, standing behind the battle between the saints and being the mastermind behind the scenes.
Instead, the Eight Saint Slaves solemnly declared to the five regions of the continent:
"I'm back!"
If the lingering sound of the last Yunlun Mountain Saint Power Spraying Treasure brought to the world a bubble-like image of disillusionment, many people thought but did not dare to confirm whether the Eight Masters had really recovered from their fallen state.
Then this time when the Holy Emperor’s golden edict came out, no one disbelieved it!
The sword cultivators from the Eastern Region were reveling in the excitement, while the Half-Saints from the Five Regions were trembling...
The founder of the martyrdom, the Eight Masters, knew who he was. It was high in the sky at Guyin Cliff. After the edict was announced, he lost the protection of the Holy Emperor's power. If the meteor fell, it hit him straight back.
"unlucky."
One second the water ghost was still immersed in the aura and artistic conception created by the Eight Masters. The next second he looked at the imageless "Old Eight Sword Immortals" coming at him, and his mouth was filled with anger.
So weak!
He raised his hand and the water flow caught the helpless Bazunzi, preventing him from being smashed into pieces of flesh and dying. The water ghost let out a long sigh.
"Water, water..."
Bazunzi seemed to have been drained dry. After he stood up, he was so weak that his voice had no strength.
Cen Qiaofu hid his face and handed over the wine bottle without saying a word, as if he had no face to face the current state of the person who issued the Golden Edict of the Holy Emperor.
"GuluGulu~"
Ba Zunzhen took several sips of medicinal wine before he felt that his weak body had regained some strength. He finally no longer looked like a soft-footed shrimp.
"Rumble..."
There was the sound of explosions in the air.
The eight wise men raised their eyes and saw that the city in the sky, which had descended from the sky, was falling towards this direction.
The ancient city fell so fast that it would probably kill everyone here in less than half a stick of incense.
"Close the Internet cafe."
The eight masters turned their eyes and looked at the water ghost.
"you you you……"
Before the water ghost could move, an inappropriate voice appeared from the side.
The eight deities were familiar with the confusion and looked sideways.
But he saw a one-armed, lame old man who had been knocked back to his original shape by the Holy Emperor's breath. At this time, his face was red with excitement.
He put all his fingers into his mouth, clamped his legs tightly, and kept jumping up and down, acting like a little girl.
Looking at the idol, the old man's old eyes widened even more like bright light bulbs, glowing with fanaticism, and white gas began to appear on his scalp.
"You, you, you..." Xiu Yuanke was too excited to say complete words.
"?" Bazun raised his eyebrows.
"I, I, I..." Xiu Yuanke almost fainted on the spot.
"..."
Bazun took a long breath, looked deeply at the stranger, and then turned to look at Cenjou Fu and the water ghost.