Jian Wushuang felt his heart surge, and a long-lost unspeakable excitement emerged again.
Even if that glimmer of hope was more illusory, it still appeared, and it appeared in a form that was destined by heaven.
Sancun Mountain, this elusive and extremely difficult to find place, was encountered by accident.
For a moment, Jian Wushuang didn't know how to behave.
Although the young disciple sitting in the radiant light appeared quite nervous, he was more curious and longing.
The appearance of Jian Wushuang who broke through the sky brought him too much imagination.
Powerful, boundless power made his memory so profound that it would be hard to forget.
After gathering his thoughts, Jian Wushuang said, "So, is this the hermitage of the master craftsman Xu Tuo?"
"Ah, Xu Tuo?" The young disciple was startled, "Who is he?"
Before he could speak again, the strong man who had been standing on the shore took a step forward and said, "Visitor, what do you want from my master?"
Jian Wushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then said, "I came here because I want to ask the master craftsman some questions that have been bothering me for many days."
The strong man frowned slightly, "But my master never sees guests easily. I'm afraid you may not be able to see them if you go."
"I still want to meet him, otherwise I won't be able to sleep and eat well." Jian Wushuang said, and at the same time he threw Nan Xuan aside and solemnly handed over his hand.
At this time, a lean man secretly tugged at the corner of the strong man's clothes and whispered, "Senior Brother, we can't take him there. It's not like you don't know how long it has been since Master has seen a visitor. I'm afraid you really have to take him there."
, Master will be angry with us..."
"You didn't see that my junior brother is in his hands. If we don't let go now, there will be disaster!" said the strong man.
The lean man wanted to say more, but after sighing, he said no more.
Then, he held up his hands and said, "If the visitor insists, we will naturally accept the visitor, but before that, can you let my little junior brother back?"
Jian Wushuang was startled, then secretly said he was confused, and quickly sent the young disciple back to the shore.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, the strong man raised his hand and gave him two candy chestnuts on his head.
The immature disciple suddenly felt aggrieved and said, "Senior Brother, why did you hit me..."
"I'll teach you a lesson later, and you won't remember anything!" the strong man said angrily.
Then he turned around and held up his hands, "In that case, please come with us."
Jian Wushuang nodded, picked up Nan Xuan, who was still in a comatose state, and followed him closely.
At this point, nearly fifty strong men with bare chests and carrying baskets on their backs were walking on the water bank and heading into the mountains.
The youngest and most immature disciple walked at the back of the team, holding the sword blank tightly with one hand and stroking his head with the other, muttering softly, "So my master's name is Xu Tuo..."
Just like an ink painting, the ink mountains stretch into the distance against the long water, and cyan is the only main color.
Jian Wushuang carried Nan Xuan, who was still sleeping, and walked at the front of the team, alongside the strong man.
The entire journey was silent, but Jian Wushuang grasped all the details one by one during this period.
The arms of these accompanying men were extremely strong, and most of them had traces of spark burns on their forearms, and there were bright iron filings on their trouser legs. It was obvious at a glance that they were caused by years of cast iron.
At the same time, these men also respected the master craftsman Xu Tuo as their master. Whether it is from the front or the side, it is enough to prove that this is Sancun Mountain.
"I wonder what the visitor's name is?" the strong man finally said.
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "The word sword is Wushuang."
"Jian, Master Jian," he suddenly looked troubled, "my master has a weird temperament and has never been exposed to the public. I'm afraid it will not be easy for him to go and see him."
"Are there any obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.
The strong man nodded, "Master has a weird temper and never shows himself to the public, so in order to have some leisure, he set up three passes. Only after passing these three passes can you see him."
"Okay, I'll do it," he said, his eyes calm, and he didn't think he was making things difficult at all.
Jian Wushuang's straightforwardness and calmness surprised the strong man. By the time he realized what was happening, Jian Wushuang was already on his way alone.
All the men stayed where they were, staring at his back closely.
The lean man crossed his arms with a playful expression on his face, "Do you think he can really get through three levels?"
A man said, "He can poke a hole in the sky, what else can stop him?"
At this time, a man faced the calm man and said, "Even if you poke a hole in the sky, you may not be able to break through our master's three barriers."
"Don't forget, no monk has ever seen our master's true face."
"But he doesn't look like an ordinary monk."
"No matter how powerful he is, can he still be an immortal? Don't forget, even if he is an immortal, he will be restrained when he reaches Sancun Mountain."
The strong man waved his hand, "Okay, stop arguing. The most important thing now is to see the master and let him make a decision."
"Then let's go quickly, I always feel like something bad is happening."
As the footsteps faded away, all the men disappeared and did not enter the mountain.
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This is a mountain, to be precise, it is a sword mountain!
Every hundred steps, there would be a sword, or a sword blade that was not even a sword, stuck diagonally on the ground, standing there for eternity.
An indescribable chill and desolation swept across the place.
Jian Wushuang became cautious after setting foot in this majestic and heavy sword mountain.
If there really are mountain passes, then this sword mountain must be the first pass. In order to meet the master craftsman Xu Tuo, he was extremely careful.
Looking as far as the eye could see, there were no less than a hundred thousand sword blanks stuck at the foot of the mountain alone.
It's just that the blanks of the one hundred thousand swords are all made of ordinary iron, and they will not resonate with the sword holder, and they will not even produce half of their spiritual intelligence.
Walking here, the sword array is magnificent, making Jian Wushuang think deeply.
He was guessing who made these stupid sword blanks and why they were abandoned halfway.
At this moment, Nan Xuan woke up from his drowsiness, stretched out a long stretch, and said with a sluggish expression, "Little friend, what is this place?"
Jian Wushuang was helpless, and then told him everything that happened by accident.
After hearing this, Nan Xuan said in surprise, "No way, is there really such a coincidence?"
“Whether it’s right or not, always try to do it.”
After Jian Wushuang said this last sentence, he walked straight forward.
"Little friend, wait for me."
The Jianshan Mountain is vast and shrouded in misty clouds.
The two figures moved forward firmly, not caring about the sword wind sweeping towards them.
Soon, Jian Wushuang, who was walking forward, discovered the clues in the sword mountain.
The sword blanks spread all over the foot of the mountain began to become sparse as they continued to rise.