I have a passive skill Chapter 1690: Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can you be reborn if you hide your suffering and do not cultivate?
Chapter 1690: Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can you be reborn if you hide your suffering and do not cultivate?
Chapter 1692: Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can you be reborn if you hide your suffering and do not cultivate?
"Elephant...dragon..."
Cao Erzhu stared blankly at the beautiful sword in his hand.
The story of Xianglong Yipin shocked him so much that it almost overturned the world he had known for twenty-six years.
Is this the sword made by dad?
Isn't he an old-fashioned and depressed alcoholic?
He spends his days sitting in the blacksmith's shop eating and drinking with nothing to do. He actually understands the beauty of ivory hand guards and the interweaving of light and dark color patterns on his hands...
How much skill does this require?
How could his calloused hands, which had not touched a hammer for twenty years, be able to hit it?
The most important thing!
Twenty or thirty years ago, my father was able to upgrade a spiritual sword to three levels by remaking it?
"Nu——"
The fingertips rubbed the sword body, and from inside the elephant dragon, a long and deep sound that sounded like an elephant's roar, or a dragon's howl sounded.
This sound washed away his soul, and Cao Erzhu's tiger body trembled, and he barely came back to his senses.
So, this sword in your hand has witnessed the transformation from the first generation of Cheshen Nian to the second generation, from Punishing God and Punishing Tribulation to Sword Nian, and it is also a symbol of the friendship between Dad and Bazun?
"Xianlong Wuming..."
Yes, Xianglong was originally nameless.
Before this, Cao Erzhu had never heard of the name Xianglong, but Xianglong was not really nameless.
It was able to be promoted from the third level to the first level in twenty years due to the nourishment of fame. This was due to more than just the father's power of reinvention.
The larger part is that every time the world's perception of Shen Shen Nian changes and fame grows, a small part of it should nourish the nameless Xianglong.
Every time fame nourishes, the change is very small.
But in the past twenty years, from the complete disbelief of the world, everyone now agrees that the power of the Pure Spirit is comparable to the power of the ancestors.
In this process, the "name" has changed too much, and the power, quality, and quantity brought about by the transformation are too terrifying.
As for the "Sword of Witness", Xianglong, even though it is unknown, the world does not know about this sword.
Because of this episode, after reshaping the foundation, he was promoted to the first level!
"it……"
Thinking of this, Cao Erzhu's heart surged, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Old Uncle Sang: "Why don't you use Xianglong?"
"Because he is not an ancient sword cultivator." The water ghost laughed.
"Yes." Sang Lao heard Er Zhu's thoughts and responded:
"If I use it, or if someone uses it, Xianglong will indeed have the appearance of a famous sword, and his achievements may not be as good as Qingju's."
"But there are too many swords in the Eight Masters. None of the swords following him will end well. He doesn't want to let Xianglong down."
"Thus, the elephant dragon only became a witness twice."
twice?
Cao Erzhu was at a loss.
He is a bit stupid, but he's not so stupid that he can't tell the difference between the two, right?
Mr. Sang said: "The first time I witnessed it, Xianglong witnessed the evolution of the first and second generations of Shen Nian and the decision of its future development direction. The second time I witnessed it was when the Eight Masters handed it over to me.
When we decided to establish the Saint Slave...the token..."
Cao Erzhu could no longer hear what was behind it, he could only feel the buzzing in his head.
Too expensive!
Cao Erzhu, who was born in a blacksmith shop, knew that sometimes the token sword was not much inferior to the battle sword in terms of status.
Xuan Cang is the divine sword.
But the significance of Xuancang in Guizhe Holy Mountain has never been to fight and kill, but a symbol, a symbol of suppressing luck.
same!
The elephant dragon is the symbol of the materialization of Shen Nian and the Holy Slave.
To a certain extent, in today's era, the famous sword Twenty-One may not be as valuable as Xianglong!
And now, how come you handed such a valuable sword into my hands so easily?
If this is knocked, dropped, or even stained...
Cao Erzhu was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand and did not dare to touch her more. He even wiped his sweaty hands on his waist.
"This, this, this...this sword needs to be remade?" He stuttered.
"No!" Mr. Sang shook his head again, "This is the sword given to you."
Cao Erzhu's pupils dilated, and he almost fainted from happiness. After he realized what he was doing, he was flattered, and asked himself what virtue and ability he had.
But before he could speak, Mr. Sang interrupted him and said with a smile:
"This sword was made by your father. It is one of his masterpieces. It has traveled a circle between the Tenth Seat and the Saint Slave, and now it is back in the hands of you, Quelehan's son. This is very reasonable.
"
"Didn't you notice that she doesn't reject you at all?"
"Her?" Cao Erzhu lowered his head.
"The spirit of the elephant dragon! Except for me, Xu Xiaoshou has never made her fall in love before." Mr. Sang naturally hid part of what he said.
Mainly, he didn't dare to take out the sword in front of that traitor.
You must know that the large bathtub in Lingzang Pavilion where dragons and phoenixes appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou for alchemy has now fallen into the hands of the latter.
Cao Erzhu was so moved that he almost shed tears. It was really true. Looking at it again, Xianglong not only did not reject him, but was also very close to him.
"Through Xianglong, you have learned about your father's abilities, and he has set a goal for you to surpass... too many. These are all good things, so I will give you this sword."
Mr. Sang's gifts were so natural, as if he wanted to give Cao Erzhu something as soon as he saw him. He was a super and invincible uncle.
Cao Erzhu thought so too.
His heart moved: "Then I can..."
"Yes." Mr. Sang knew what he was going to say. "If you meet the right person, I also believe in your judgment, and I also believe that you will not give her away casually, so when you think it is okay, then it is okay."
"Uncle Sang..."
Cao Erzhu's nose was about to run out.
Uncle Sang is so good. Apart from my father and Brother Xiaoshou, he is the person who understands my heart best!
I haven't spoken yet, how can I know what I want to say and eliminate all worries?
Yes, Cao Erzhu is not an ancient sword cultivator, and he doesn't want to delay Xianglong.
The sword and the sword holder should match each other, instead of being a pearl covered in dust.
When he knew that Xianglong had been given away many times and finally fell into his hands, but the sword holder had not yet been found.
He already has a perfect candidate in mind!
She treats herself very well...
Her appearance accompanied him for half of his childhood...
She came and went without a trace, and even Cao Erzhu suspected that she even told him a fake name - Wuming!
But unfortunately, she is extremely powerful and has the same essence as Xianglong - first grade!
Cao Erzhu didn't know the term "courtesy reciprocity" before leaving Qingyuan Mountain. He thought it would be better to be sincere when making friends.
Looking back now, I think that she and he taught me so much, but I actually took everything for granted.
It's their business not to ask for anything in return, but whether they want to repay it or not is another matter.
It just so happened that it had been more than ten years and she didn't even have a sword in her hand, and the elephant dragon in her hand had something to do with her...
"August!"
Cao Erzhu made up his mind.
In return, he wants to give Xianglong and his father to the Eight Masters, and then give them to August when they meet next time.
Will we see you again?
See you again! Definitely!
By then, August and Xianglong will definitely shine in the world of ancient sword cultivation!
"Senior Uncle Sang..."
Cao Erzhu solemnly accepted Xianglong.
In the future, he responded to the kindness he and the old man had shown him in the past August, but in the present, he could not repay Uncle Sang's gift.
But he could not refuse Xianglong, so he felt ashamed:
"Can I do anything for you?"
Mr. Sang pressed the straw hat with one hand, closed his eyes deeply, and hid all his smile.
What I'm waiting for is your words, Quelehan's son!
"Indeed, I really have a merciless request..."
"Uncle Sang, tell me quickly!" Cao Erzhu's eyes were bright and he was ecstatic.
The water ghost holds his forehead.
Silly boy, you sold it to someone like this and you don’t even know!
He used to think that Que Leihan's training plan had no problems at all, but now that he has changed into Mr. Sang's position, there is indeed a small problem.
On the contrary, it’s the kind that Xu Xiaoshou raised free-range...
But Xu Xiaoshou's wings were fine if they weren't hard, but after they were hard... well, they all had problems, how could it be possible for a person to have no problems?
It’s just different growth environments and different training methods.
Sang Lao did not hesitate and firmly chose Cao Erzhu, but he still considered him:
"Er Zhu, do you know why your father doesn't let you successfully forge the spirit sword?"
"Do you know why you can only carry a tool hammer and have been beating these ordinary soldiers for more than 20 years?"
Cao Erzhu was very anxious and wanted to help Uncle Sang.
When he heard the words, he couldn't help but slow down for a moment, but he was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound.
I don't know...
But it seems like you said it yourself, you can’t ask why, right?
Mr. Sang did not stop asking questions and continued: "As I expected, in addition to this forging table and this tool hammer, your father should have also equipped you with a complete set of...others?"
Cao Erzhu suddenly closed his slightly opened mouth, as if this could hide the shock in his heart that he had been guessed again.
"That other set is of high quality. Even if you don't use it, you must...or your father has another order, telling you to use it frequently and keep running it in, but you are not allowed to take it out in front of outsiders."
Cao Erzhu inhaled deeply through his nostrils, like an incredulous cow.
"You have to practice by yourself, but you don't dare to secretly create your most satisfying work on this forging table or that hammer, because you are afraid of dad."
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
I have nothing else to think about. Even if Uncle Sang has the ability to read minds, he can only read a series of "Princes, Generals and Prime Ministers"...
Cao Erzhu retreated slowly, as fearful as a tiger.
The water ghost's curiosity was piqued. Of course he knew that Boss Fenqin had guessed a young man's thoughts. It was no big deal.
But what is Quilehan's purpose in doing this?
Mr. Sang didn't have a close personal relationship with Que Leihan, so how could he read Que Leihan's heart from a distance?
"Take out the hammer."
Mr. Sang said with a smile, as if he was sure of something.
Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, picked up a tool hammer not far away, and hit it to cover his eyes. Uncle Sang was nowhere to be seen, which made Erzhu feel at ease.
The water ghost was moved.
At this point, if he hasn't guessed the core yet, then let Yu Lingdi wear this golden beast mask!
"Do you have the Sky Hammer in your hand?"
"Qui Leihan was so willing to pass on the Sky-shattering Hammer to you?"
With a bang, the tool hammer fell to the ground. Cao Erzhu looked at the water ghost with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and said in shock:
"You, how do you know?"
It really is?!
The water ghost couldn't sit still anymore and suddenly stood up from the big rock.
The Sky-shattering Hammer, one of the nine supreme artifacts, is as famous as the Soul-cutting Overlord, the Evil Sin Bow and the Jun-Shattering Shield.
This is nothing.
It's just a supreme artifact, and the water ghost himself has it.
He has the Sealing Source Spear, which he got from Yan Wuse.
But this is completely different. The nine supreme artifacts also pay attention to a degree of adaptability and the integration of humans and instruments, and they also need to be "raised".
I have obtained the Fengyuan Gun myself. It is considered a long-handled weapon and is very easy to use. However, it is a bit lighter than the Sea Controlling Halberd, so you have to get used to it.
To put it bluntly, there is still no perfect fit.
But the Sky-blasting Hammer in Que Leihan's hand is equivalent to the Overlord to God, and the Evil Bow to Love the Common People!
Before the Shattered Shield was born, there were only three perfect pairs of the nine supreme artifacts.
No one will take the initiative to separate these three sets of combinations to talk about combat effectiveness, just like when talking about mandarin ducks, no one will talk about mandarin ducks or just ducks.
Now, someone tells myself...
Love the common people and pass on his bow to his disciples, or does God also pass on his overlordship to his children?
"He's crazy!"
The water ghost spread his hands and looked at Mr. Sang with an expression that was even more ghostly than Cao Erzhu's, "How dare you think that he also did this?"
Mr. Sang: "Aren't you the same?"
The water ghost was suddenly speechless.
But no matter how strong he appears on the outside, he really knows deep down that he is still a little far away from the Tenth Seat.
The Sea-Controlling Divine Halberd was indeed a match made in heaven for the water ghost, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to give it to Yu Ling... The water ghost obediently shut his mouth.
Mr. Sang, who has no son, understood. As a father, he saw through it now and could only keep patting his legs:
"Alas! Alas! Alas!"
I didn’t mean to look down on Cao Erzhu.
The water ghost simply felt regretful that he would not be able to see the complete form of Que Leihan's "Thunder God, God of Punishment, Tribulation, and Sky Hammer" in the future, which can maximize the instantaneous explosive power.
Cao Erzhu didn't know what they were sighing about, but he finally couldn't bear the gaze and apologized to his father in his heart.
"hammer!"
He let out a soft cry, spread out his right hand, and a silver-black round-headed sledgehammer flowed out from the flesh.
The handle of the sledgehammer is very thick, as thick as the forearm of a water ghost. It is difficult for ordinary people to hold it, but Cao Erzhu can hold it just right.
The head of the sledgehammer is very big, as big as two Cao Erzhu's heads, with multiple cones protruding from it. It's hard to imagine what would happen if this thing hits a person's head.
Cao Erzhu was holding the Sky Hammer, his naked upper body muscles were stretched, his upper and lower arm muscles were bulging, and his veins were clearly visible.
Subconsciously, he stepped forward slightly, with the handle of the hammer forward and the head of the hammer pointed outward. This was an action to protect both the person and his own feet.
Judging from the slightly sunken ground beneath its feet, both the hammer handle and the hammer head should be solid.
Very barbaric, very wild, very explosive!
"I won't wave anymore, the sound is a bit loud."
Cao Erzhu held the hammer in both hands and could not scratch his head.
Mr. Sang and the water ghost stared at the Sky-Blowing Hammer attentively.
Erzhu's hand was so steady that the Hammer didn't even tremble in space, so the scene was very quiet.
However, the two of them knew that when this thing was waved, it would rub against space and rub against Tao...
The sound was a "boom, boom, boom" thunder that could cover up the God of Punishment and Tribulation. When it exploded, it was comparable to a series of explosions on a holy mountain, and even more outrageous than Xu Xiaoshou's deeds!
"Gulu..."
The water ghost swallowed his saliva and his scalp was slightly numb.
It was not Cao Erzhu who was frightened, but the big man with this size and appearance who was holding a hammer. He felt that Que Leihan was coming and the place might be exploded at any time.
picture!
so similar!
Why couldn't Yu Lingdi be as handsome as him? Er Zhu was exactly the same as his father's honest and honest appearance when he was young.
Of course, when it comes to internal matters, just like the entire confinement of Yu Lingdi on Void Island, the darkness of the previous generation basically completely overwhelms the younger generation.
Except Xu Xiaoshou.
"Senior Uncle Sang, what am I going to do? Beat you?" Cao Erzhu felt that Brother Shou and his disciples always had shocking things to say, so he asked first.
"Don't!"
Mr. Sang was shocked by this boy's shocking words.
He was just confirming to judge whether Cao Erzhu's ability was what he thought. He had no intention of taking a hit from this thing, even an ordinary blow.
"Put it away." He waved his hand quickly.
"Now that I've taken them out, I'm going to practice 'hammer holding'. I haven't practiced for a long time." Now that everyone knows about breaking the jar, I don't have anything to hide, so I can just train normally.
Cao Erzhu squatted slightly on horseback, holding the sledgehammer at an angle, with the hammer head facing outward, eyes wide open, looking forward, and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Sang, please continue talking."
The water ghost subconsciously retreated a little, then picked up Cenchofu from the side and moved them to another place.
He is a dark person anyway, and what he heard anyway is:
Uncle Sang, just say it. If you don't see it, you'll be done with it.
Mr. Sang knew that Er Zhu didn't have that intention, so he didn't dare to show off at this moment. He reorganized his words and said:
"The sword and the person holding the sword are indeed the best match, but no matter how good they are, they are never perfect."
"Theoretically speaking, the swordsmith, the sword, and the sword holder can create a true 'perfection' if they are united in mind."
"But this can only exist in theory."
As he spoke, Mr. Sang glanced at Erzhu and saw that there was nothing strange about him. He relaxed slightly and said:
"If it weren't for the elders of the family to help lead the way, it would be difficult to have a 'perfect' match if the normal wild path is practiced."
"Imagine, you and I started practicing the day after tomorrow. I practiced swordsmanship, and you practiced sword-making. We also happened to get a piece of divine iron. The three of us practiced while swordplaying. By the end, one of us was successful in swordsmanship and the other was skilled in sword-making.
Dacheng, the Divine Iron has finally been polished and perfected into a famous sword. The spirit of the famous sword connects the three and becomes the best in the world... Is this possible?"
Cao Erzhu shook his head, it was indeed basically impossible.
But this is in his own narrow world, maybe Uncle Sang will change the topic...
"It's really impossible."
Uncle Sang also shook his head, "I have lived for such a long time, so I am not ignorant at all. I have never heard of such a combination."
oh.
“But it’s possible to reinvent the wheel!”
"Meeting at the pinnacle of Tao, one is a master of swordsmanship, and the other is a master of sword-making. The two had a very happy conversation, and decided to work together to rebuild the master's entry sword - because of the ancient sword Xiu is usually the one who has the deepest relationship with the first sword, and through this, the foundation of the famous sword is laid, and the three of them become famous together."
"is it possible?"
Asking and answering questions, Mr. Sang said: "It's completely possible!"
Cao Erzhu was already brimming with enthusiasm: "Are they my father and Uncle Bazun?"
"no."
oh.
"It's possible, but they didn't do it."
"Because the pearls and jade come first, the famous sword hunts ghosts. It is from an ordinary sword that has not been polished twice, and only nourished by fame, it has embarked on the road of famous swords."
"The blade of the hunter's sword has many curls and pits, but this does not affect the strength of the hunter at all. On the contrary, it has become the label of the hunter, which is unprecedented and unprecedented!"
Hunting ghosts...
Some time ago, Cao Erzhu gained some knowledge about the spirit refining world, which was taught by Uncle Shenyi.
He knew that hunting ghosts was Hua Changdeng's sword.
Gone.
"So Qingju is discontinued." Old Sang changed the topic here and said with great regret:
"Today is different from the past. Not only the way of swordsmanship is slowly developing, but also the art of sword-making is slowly developing."
"Times are different. Nowadays, as soon as the tenth-grade spiritual sword comes out, it is surrounded by supreme artifacts, chaos artifacts, supernatural weapons, and even various relic monument artifacts that have been famous but have been dusted..."
"They have sealed the sky. No matter how strong Qingju is, if he wants to raise another 'invincible', it cannot be achieved overnight. The result of head-to-head confrontation is just like the eight masters. It is easy to break if it is too strong."
"So it's broken."
Cao Erzhu nodded in approval.
He understood what Uncle Sang said deeply.
When I came out of the small town, I thought it would be the starting point for my tenth-grade spiritual sword. I also imagined that one day I would soar into the clouds. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of Qingyuan Mountain, all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards suddenly appeared outside...
It feels a bit like the end!
If you are not careful, you will reach the end!
As expected, Dad won't lie to anyone. The spirit world is very scary, and the sword world is also very scary. Everyone is full of pressure.
"I don't want the history of Qingju to repeat itself, but now I have seen the clues." Mr. Sang looked at Cao Erzhu seriously.
"you……"
Cao Erzhu hesitated.
Which sword is worn out?
After such a big detour, I'm actually not stupid. I just want to see that you want me to help you with your sword.
It's okay, you can just say it.
But the problem is...
"Do you have a sword?" Cao Erzhu asked hesitantly.
"I don't have one myself." Sang Lao stretched out his hands, but they were withered and charred. After all, he couldn't stand the appearance of thin skin and tender meat, so he chose to change the skin.
He stared at his hands and smiled: "In other words, you can't fight with my sword."
"Then who wants to fight with swords?"
Mr. Sang put down his hand and held the straw hat. He did not answer, but said: "The swordsmith's first sword is the same as the sword holder's first sword. The emotion is the deepest at the moment when the soul is born."
Cao Erzhu was shocked.
Is this the reason why Dad didn’t allow himself to successfully achieve spirituality?
He refused to let the weapons he fought to give birth to spirits, and even suppressed all possibilities of "spiritual birth", just to keep this... first time?
So who should I leave this first time to?
Cao Erzhu became even more curious and asked again: "Uncle Sang, please stop showing off. Who am I going to fight for?"
Mr. Sang took off his straw hat, bent down, and said sincerely: "Er Zhu, do you have a good relationship with Xu Xiaoshou?"
Little Brother Shou...
"If I implore you, if you fight the first sword for Xu Xiaoshou, do your best, even if you work hard...in the true sense of the word, can you do it?"
Cao Erzhu couldn't stand his horse's steps anymore: "But Brother Xiao Shou already has his first sword..."
At this point, Cao Erzhu suddenly woke up.
Sword, sword holder, swordsmith, first sword, remade...
"Hide the bitterness?!"
Cao Erzhu exclaimed, he realized it!
Mr. Sang didn't say anything and nodded very seriously. This was not a joke. This would determine the rest of Xu Xiaomeng's swordsmanship.
Cao Erzhu suddenly put away the sky-shattering hammer, stood at attention and responded seriously:
"Uncle Sang, if it were Brother Xiaoshou, even if there was no Xianglong, my answer would only be, and it must be..."
He slapped his chest heavily, his eyes gleamed, and he shouted loudly and unequivocally:
"Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed!"