In the Mo Family of Jiangzhou, the entire Zhujian Villa was busy and festive. Regardless of the underworld or the white, heroes from all walks of life, all the prominent figures in Jiangzhou came to congratulate and drink a bowl of the full moon wine of the young master of the Mo family. Even the foreigners
Some families in the state who are better than the Mo family or lone spiritual sword masters also came from thousands of miles to congratulate him.
Mo Tian, the contemporary owner of the Mo family, had no choice but to hide the pain in his heart and put on a smiling face to welcome the guests into the house one by one.
"The Lord of Fanshui City in Jiangzhou has arrived!"
"The ethereal sword Xu Xingkong and the hero are here!"
"The special envoy from the Lord of Fengyang City in Jiangzhou has arrived!"
"The president of Bazhou Taihe Chamber of Commerce has arrived with his wife!"
"The special envoy of the Governor of Jiangzhou has arrived!"
"Mr. Yu Ping of the Yu family in Yuzhou has arrived!"
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The empty martial arts arena of Zhujian Villa was filled with banquets. Mo Tian stood up from the main table and sincerely thanked all the guests: "Dear friends, I am extremely grateful that you can come to congratulate your son despite your busy schedule.
, thank you all here!”
"Haha, Master Mo, what you said is out of context. Young Master's Full Moon Wine is a top priority, how can we not come?" A strong man with a big sword stood up and laughed at Mo Tian:
"I heard that hundreds of swords were ringing when the young master was born. Such a phenomenon is rare in a hundred years. Master Mo still invited the young master out so that we can have a look at the young master!"
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Mo Tian's mouth: "Everyone, wait a moment, the child will be out soon."
Liu Hui, with a sad face and a forced smile, came slowly holding a baby who was just one month old. The baby was like a jade carving, with a pair of big black eyes that wandered around, curiously looking at the strange people around him, and his aura was compelling.
"Sure enough! Such a talent is actually born for practicing swordsmanship. Decades later, Zhao Guodang will add another saint of swordsmanship!" A middle-aged man at the main table looked at the baby in the arms of the beautiful woman with burning eyes.
, not hiding the fondness in his eyes at all.
Mo Tian sighed secretly in his heart, but a look of joy appeared on his face as he thanked the middle-aged man.
"I heard that Bai Muchen, the contemporary swordsman of the Zhao Kingdom, had a spiritual sword that automatically selected its master when he was born. The young master of the Mo family turned out to be the master of a hundred swords. His future achievements are immeasurable."
"That's right, I think the young master of the Mo family may surpass the Sword Master in the future."
"It is said that above the Sword Master there is the Sword Immortal. That is an Immortal! I really want to see what an Immortal looks like."
Listening to the discussions of the guests, Mo Tian felt even more bitter in his heart, but he could not show it. The world was cruel and bloody. What these guests respected was not him, but the centuries-old foundation of his Mo Family's Sword Forging Villa.
If he knew that his Mo family would have no heirs, I'm afraid no one would take his Mo family seriously anymore.
"Hey! How can there be a rainbow in the sky on such a sunny day?" A guest pointed at the sky and shouted.
After hearing this, everyone looked up and saw a blue rainbow piercing the sky in the west, shooting towards their direction.
"My sword!" A guest shouted in horror, because he suddenly found that his spiritual sword was trembling uncontrollably.
"My sword is moving too!"
"Mine too!"
All the spirit sword masters among the guests found that their swords were humming and trembling more and more violently, almost to the point of being unsheathed uncontrollably.
The guests couldn't help but cast their eyes on the energetic baby. They saw that the baby had closed his eyes and was sleeping soundly. It was obviously not him.
Just when everyone was horrified, the long rainbow finally approached the sky above the villa, and then made a sudden turn and plunged down.
Buzz! All the swords boiled, and spiritual beasts appeared from the spiritual swords, wailing in low voices in terror, as if they had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.
The rainbow light dissipated, and a middle-aged man in a blue robe appeared above the banquet. He stood in the sky with his hands behind his hands, his eyes watching the baby in Liu Hui's heart descending step by step, as if there was something in the sky.
The stairs are average.
All the guests did not dare to move. The middle-aged man's performance was beyond their understanding. Walking in the air? This is simply unimaginable! And since this person appeared, a powerful pressure from the spiritual sword suppressed everyone.
They could hardly breathe, and their sword spirits were even worse. Each one was shivering, but they did not dare to return to the sword, and could only crawl on the ground and let out a moan of surrender.
In the end, the middle-aged man put his hand on the baby's forehead, with a look of regret on his face: "The sword vein was born with a waste vein. It's a pity, it's a pity, that's all. Although we can't become master and apprentice, we still have a fate.
I’ll give you something to keep you safe throughout your life.”
After speaking, the middle-aged man pointed to the baby's chest, a blue light flashed at his fingertips, and a finger-thick light blue jade sword appeared out of thin air on the baby's chest. Then he waved his robe sleeves, and a blue rainbow rose.
Blinking and disappearing without a trace.
The terrifying spiritual pressure naturally dissipated, and all the spirit sword masters felt as if they were fighting another battle, their whole bodies wet with cold sweat. Those sword spirits also slipped back into their respective spirit swords as if they had been granted amnesty.
"Oh my God! That's the Sword Immortal! It must be the Sword Immortal! Flying in the sky, the sword energy turns into a rainbow! Only the Sword Immortal can do this!" A guest shouted excitedly.
"What! Sword Immortal? Oh my god, we actually saw Sword Immortal!"
"This visit to the Sword-making Villa was really not in vain! Immortals really do exist!"
A miracle appeared in the Sword-making Villa! Such a miracle pushed the reputation of the Sword-making Villa to a new peak!
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Under the scorching sun, dozens of young children were sweating profusely on the empty stone platform, practicing sword skills meticulously. The oldest among them was fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest was only five or six years old, but they all waved their hands very seriously.
's spiritual sword.
Next to a sword stand beside the stone platform, a five or six-year-old boy sat there with his two big black and white eyes staring at the young men practicing swordsmanship seriously, with a look of envy on his face.
The boy's face was pale, his body was thin, and he looked as if he had just been seriously ill. However, the boy's eyes were very bright, and there seemed to be a flash of light, making him look very energetic.
"Cheer up! Don't think that being recognized by the Spirit Sword means you are a Spirit Sword Master. You are far behind! A Spirit Sword Master must have a strong body and a strong will. Only in this way can you control them!
"A dark-skinned middle-aged man yelled loudly. When he saw a boy's posture was wrong, he stepped forward to correct it. However, his actions were definitely not gentle. It was just that these children just gritted their teeth and practiced seriously, because
Becoming a spirit sword master is every child's biggest dream.
There is a special profession in this world, that is, the spirit sword master. This profession is the foundation for maintaining a stable life for people, because humans are not the absolute rulers of this land, and in cities that are more vast than those where humans live,
The wilderness and mountain forests are full of ferocious monsters. Human spirit swordsmen are the main force competing with these monsters for living space. A city without spirit swordsmen cannot stand on the earth. They are the guarantee for people's survival.
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Becoming a Spirit Sword Master is everyone's dream, but not everyone can become a Spirit Sword Master, because the conditions for becoming a Spirit Sword Master are very demanding. First, they must be born with spirituality, also known as spiritual roots, which are the communication between sword spirits.
Every child with spiritual roots begins to try to communicate with the spirit of the spirit sword when he is five years old. Of course, the sword spirit here is sealed. It is impossible for a child's will to control the sword spirit, and may even counterattack.
After being swallowed by the sword spirit, and being recognized by those sealed spirit swords, one can become a spirit sword master. However, there are many people who have spiritual roots but do not have suitable spirit swords and have no chance of being a spirit sword master.
After receiving the approval of the spirit sword, the owner of the spirit sword must use the spirit sword to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, draw the spiritual energy into the body, refine it, turn it into sword energy, and store it in the Dantian. At the same time, they must exercise their body and temper their will.
As the sword energy and one's own spiritual will grow stronger, the seal of the spiritual sword will be slowly released. Of course, there are also strong and weak spiritual swords. A low-grade spiritual sword can be almost completely released when the holder reaches the first level of cultivation.
, and a high-grade spiritual sword must reach at least the seventh level of cultivation.
Those who practice swordsmanship on the stone platform are the new generation of disciples of the Sword Casting Villa who have been recognized by the Spirit Sword. They are the hope of the future of the Villa.
"Don't ask!" A crisp cry came from afar.
The boy who was watching the young men practicing their swords was immediately startled. He jumped up from the ground, dusted off his butt, and ran down the steps of the stone platform. But as soon as he ran down the stone platform, he was
A figure blocked the place.
This was a little girl, about six or seven years old, with a braid and a round little face that was rosy. She looked very cute, but in Mo Wen's eyes she was not cute at all, but a devil. So Mo Wen thought
He didn't even think about it, his thin body rushed out from the stabbing side, and he was about to run away.
But the little girl had a look of contempt in her eyes, and she casually reached out to grab Mo Wen by the collar behind him, and lifted it up directly. Yes, that's right, the little girl was tall, more than half taller than Mo Wen.
He was so big that carrying Mo Wen was like lifting a little chicken.
"Witch! Let me go, I won't drink anymore, even if you beat me to death, I won't drink anymore!" Mo Wen yelled, but the physical difference left him powerless to resist.
The little girl was unmoved and left without asking.
"Wow! Smelly Qingqing! Rotten Qingqing! I am the young master of Zhujian Villa, you can't treat me like this!"
"I'm so angry, Mu Qingqing! I want to duel with you!"
The little girl seemed to be used to it. She carried Mo Wen forward with ease, turning a deaf ear to Mo Wen's shouting. Finally, she walked straight into a room and threw Mo Wen directly onto the big bed.
Mo Wen did some somersaults and got up from the bed. When he saw Mu Qingqing had picked up the soup on the table, he immediately shouted in panic: "Ah, so Qingqing, Fairy Qingqing, Sword Master Qingqing, Qingqing."
Qingjianxian, please let me go, okay? I will show you all the spiritual swords in my collection!"
Mu Qingqing's face was as cold as ice: "Drink the medicine."
"Don't drink it!" Mo Wen shrank to the innermost side of the big bed, with a determined look on his face. He had an aura that said he could cut off the blood or bleed the blood, and the medicine should never be drunk.
The corners of Mu Qingqing's mouth curved, revealing two neat rows of white teeth. Seeing Mu Qingqing's signature devilish smile, the look in Mo Wen's eyes became even more frightening.
"Do you want to drink?" Mu Qingqing's crisp voice was as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.
Mo Wen pursed his lips tightly and shook his head like a rattle.
"Well, don't regret it. I heard that Uncle Mo was going to consecrate and infuse the embryo of a high-grade spiritual sword in the sword pool this afternoon. I originally wanted to ask you to come and have a look, but you are so disobedient and I won't take him."
You're gone." Mu Qingqing put the medicine bowl back on the table and was about to walk out.
But Mo Wen was anxious. He quickly crawled over and grabbed Mu Qingqing's arm: "I'll drink! I'll drink!"
Mu Qingqing nodded with satisfaction: "After drinking, don't spill any of it."
Mo Wen pinched his nose and poured a large bowl of soup into his mouth with a bitter look on his face. He swallowed it directly into his stomach without having time to taste it, but it was so bitter that bitter juice burst out of his stomach.
"Okay, I've finished drinking. If you keep your word, take me to the sword pool." Don't forget to remind Mu Qingqing again.
The reason why the Sword Making Villa has today's fame and status is entirely due to the existence of the Sword Pool. There are tens of thousands of spiritual swords in the Sword Pool, and any spiritual sword in it has a history of at least thousands of years. No one knows the origin of the Sword Pool.
It was only by chance that the ancestors of the Mo family discovered the existence of the sword pool, and then founded the Sword Forging Villa and used the sword pool to forge swords, thus establishing the Mo family's 300-year-old legacy.
It’s just that the spiritual swords in the sword pool are all incomplete and useless swords without exception, but even so, the spiritual energy gathered by tens of thousands of broken swords is earth-shattering, so consecrating the spiritual swords in the sword pool will be a big deal.
The success rate is increased, and the spirituality of the forged spirit swords is stimulated to the greatest extent. Therefore, the spirit swords forged at the Sword-Forging Villa are extremely famous throughout the Zhao Kingdom. The imperial court places huge orders for spirit swords from the Villa every year.
The 15th day of every month is the day when the Sword Casting Villa consecrates the spirit swords. The embryos of the spirit swords forged in the Villa over the past month will be unified and infused in the Sword Pond on this day. Therefore, on this day, the Houshan Sword Pond is even more special.
The security is tight and no one is allowed to come or go at will, not even the young village owner Mo Wen.
"Sister Qingqing, is it really possible to go to the back mountain here?" Mo Wen followed Mu Qingqing with great difficulty. This is a long and narrow mountain road that is very remote and rugged. Mo Wen was born with poor health and was very weak.
Sorry, he was out of breath after walking on such a road for a while, and his legs and arms had a few small gashes from the hard rocks, but he gritted his teeth and did not complain.
Mu Qingqing looked back at the thin Mo Wen and said, "Come here, I'll carry you."
Mo Wen quickly shook his head, but Mu Qingqing's eyes widened, and Mo Wen shivered in fright. The little man's dignity immediately collapsed, like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged by her husband.
Mu Qingqing used her own skinny body to carry Mo Wen on her back and moved forward quickly.
"Sister Qingqing, when I grow up I will become a powerful spirit sword master, and I will protect you then." Mo Wen said seriously.
"We'll wait until your illness gets better." Mu Qingqing paused, and her indifferent tone became softer.dd