Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

There is a slight drizzle, the plum rain season has just arrived, and the air is filled with the fragrance of unripe plums.

The scenery of Jinguan City is not inferior to that of Jiangling Mansion. In addition, Jianchi Palace has a special status in this city, so King Jiangling also purchased property in this city.

There are all kinds of luxurious decorations such as carved beams and painted pillars, rockery pavilions, nine-curved corridors and so on. In a luxurious courtyard, a pavilion stands quietly in the center of a small pond, and the water is shining everywhere.

There were three people sitting quietly in the pavilion. They were King Jiangling in Confucian robes, the second prince Zhao Pei with cracks in the golden sand between his brows, and Li Qingchuan, a real person from the Tianshi Mansion in Taoist robes.

There is a charcoal stove burning in the pavilion. There is a pot of wine exuding bright and ruddy color on the stove. The wine is warming on the charcoal stove and slowly heating up.

King Jiangling picked up one or two plums and put them into the red wine. The plums rolled and emitted a slightly sour and sweet smell, which mixed with the aroma of the wine.

"The news has spread. This son's reputation has been spread throughout the world. He was the leader of both the civil and military examinations in front of the Chunwei Palace. He became the number one scholar in the largest Zhao Dynasty for the shortest time. In addition, before Chunwei, he was questioned about fraud. , extradited Haoran in front of the Prime Minister of Qin, his reputation in the world is not weak. "

"Now, the sword bell of Jianchi Palace is ringing thirty-six times, attracting the unborn old sword master with a clear sword heart, the future treasure of Jianchi Palace."

The second prince sat on the hollow stone bench with a faint smile on his face.

"I heard that in the Hell Palace of Xiliang Kingdom, some ghosts from Hell Palace are already interested. They came across the river in person, hoping to collect this son's corpse and sacrifice it to the corpse puppet."

King Jiangling and Zhenren Li smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"As a well-known demon sect in the world, the Hell Palace is regarded as the state religion by the Xiliang Kingdom, and it is even more prosperous. This Hell Palace specializes in killing geniuses, using ghost magic, evil skills, and all kinds of tricks."

"Being targeted by ghosts from hell will give Anle a headache."

As a Taoist sect, the Tianshi Mansion naturally has no dealings with the Hell Mansion, and is disgusted with some of the methods of the Hell Mansion. However, it has to be admitted that the Hell Mansion has the support of the entire Xi Liang Kingdom and has become the national religion of Xi Liang. It has risen and is not weak to Heaven. Teacher's house.

"It's useless to think so much. Anle only needs one day in Jinguan City, no, it should be said that in one day in Shuzhong, the ghosts of the Hell Palace will definitely not dare to take action, and they will not even dare to show up and want Anle's life. , everyone must be waiting for the old emperor to go north and Anle leave Lin'an Mansion. "

"However, the most important thing that hell's agents... lack is patience. They can afford to wait. It is said that a hell's agent can wait for ten years to assassinate a target."

King Jiangling said with a chuckle.

He picked up the boiling plum wine and poured it for the second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren.

The scarlet wine liquid swirled in the celadon cup, exuding something strange.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, took a sip. The sweet and sour taste of the plums, mixed with the sweetness of the wine, instantly burst into his mouth.

"Does it taste good?"

King Jiangling said elegantly and with a smile.

"Good wine." The second prince Zhao Pei said truthfully.

Taoist Li Qingchuan also took a sip: "It is indeed a good wine. I have never drunk it before. I heard that King Jiangling likes to make wine and is a good wine maker. Now that I drink it, it is indeed well-deserved."

When the King of Jiangling heard the two's compliments and saw the scarlet red on their lips after drinking, he couldn't help but reveal a soft smile.

"It's just a false name. Brewing is purely a personal hobby. I don't care about these false names."

"It tastes good. Please drink more."

King Jiangling smiled.

The plum rain poured down and fell on the black tiles of the Xianting Pavilion, making a soft rustling sound.

Suddenly.

King Jiangling's drinking movement paused, and an invisible heat wave swept across in ripples of shock waves at extremely fast speeds, forming a wind throughout the pavilion.

King Jiangling's Confucian shirt was flying. He frowned and raised his head to look in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren of Tianshi Mansion also looked over.

But I saw a red hot air rolling up into the sky, and the plum rain that was falling all over the sky was evaporated, forming a rosy scene reflecting the red light curtain.

A surging sword energy and sword intention swarmed out and stirred in the depths of Jianchi Lake.

The second prince Zhao Pei and Taoist Li Qingchuan from the Tianshi Mansion have not yet understood what happened and are confused.

On the other hand, King Jiangling, who often dealt with Jianchi Palace, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The furnace exploded... No, this power is not like an ordinary furnace explosion. With such a heat wave, only the sword-making furnace of Wang Yansheng, the world's best swordsmith, can suppress such fairy fire!"

"Wang Yansheng knows how to blow up a furnace? Impossible...unless he begins to make a desperate attempt to make a final impact on the sword that has been fighting for decades!"

"Wang Yansheng wants to forge a first-class sword!"

A first-grade sword? !

When the second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren of Tianshi Mansion heard this, they were immediately horrified.

It is not easy to reach the first rank of swords in the world, but those who reach the first rank of extreme swords are all the best in the world!

King Jiangling frowned.

Wang Yansheng had been struggling for decades, so why did he risk everything to attack the first-grade sword today?

Such a heat wave meant that the sword-making furnace exploded and there was no way back.

As soon as Anle rang the thirty-sixth bell, Wang Yansheng was about to forge a first-grade sword.

Coincidence?

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The exploding sword-making furnace seemed to have extremely suppressed sword energy roaring out from it.

The sword-making furnace, which has produced countless swords, is an extraordinary object. If calculated according to the grade, it can be regarded as a third-grade magic weapon.

Although it is not a real magic weapon, too many swords have been born in this sword-making furnace. As the number one swordsmith in Jianchi Lake, Wang Yansheng has a distinguished status and qualifications that are difficult for ordinary swordsmiths to match. Therefore, his The sword furnace can be said to be the sword-making furnace that produces the most swords.

But now, the sword-making furnace exploded, and the sword energy and the spirit of the sword contained in every ray of the sword came out of the furnace. At this moment, there was no limit, sweeping and roaring, causing a strong wind in the sword-making workshop!

As the sword embryo burned red and seemed to be still oozing slurry on the surface, it moved out of the sword-making furnace and fell under the big hammer that Anle stretched out his muscles.

The heavily swung heavy hammer fell with a crash, and the scorching air seemed to be distorted. When the heavy hammer hit, it let out an incomprehensible whimper, like a sword-qi baby still in its infancy, letting out a miserable cry. whimpering.

Even Anle's heart couldn't help but tremble, and her heart felt a little weak. She couldn't bear it and even didn't dare to drop the hammer.

"Hold your heart! Smash it!"

"Don't have any hesitation! The most important thing now is to forge the sword!"

"Everything is false, everything is false!"

"Smash!"

"Smash!!!"

However, when Anle's heart was trembling slightly, Wang Yansheng's sonorous and powerful voice exploded in his ears.

All the chaotic thoughts of Anle were swept away.

Anle's qi and blood rose again, and the qi and blood that had been tempered became stronger and stronger. At this moment, he roared like an angry beast.

The mysterious meanings of the ancient demons and five animals are spreading all around at this moment!

With a hammer strike, it hit hard the ooze sword embryo that was integrated into Wang Yansheng's control. It flew over and merged into the Yuanlingjing iron embryo!

when--

There was a loud noise, sweeping across like a storm in an instant, and vaguely, as if there were invisible waves of fire, spreading densely, and impacting the surroundings!

Even Anle, the instigator, felt as if his eardrums were about to explode at this moment, secreting blood!

A shrill cry came from the sword embryo on the sword-making platform.

Anle's hammer seemed not to hit the sword embryo, but the baby's body!

at the same time.

Wang Yansheng dropped the hammer without hesitation, and a crisp sound helped Anle sweep away all the confusion and soft-heartedness in his heart.

On the side of the sword furnace, Wanjie Liu, who was controlling the heat of the Earth Immortal Fire, was dumbfounded.

Even...the eyes are about to burst!

"teacher!"

Wan Jieliu roared.

But the one who responded to him was Wang Yansheng yelling and scolding: "Shut up!"

"If you don't want to do this, get out!"

Wan Jieliu immediately shut up and did not dare to say anything. Even if he was scolded by the teacher, he had no regrets.

He knew how critical this moment was. It was a sword embryo that had been refined for decades, and Wang Yansheng planned to use it to attack the foundation of a first-grade sword.

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However, today, Wang Yansheng did not hesitate to blast the furnace to take out the sword embryo and merge it into the sword embryo that An Le beat.

So crazy, so decisive!

Once it fails, decades of hard work will be wasted, and the possibility of forging a first-class sword will be completely lost. You may regret it for the rest of your life!

And even if it succeeds, this first-grade sword does not belong to Wang Yansheng, but to Anle!

Wan Jieliu's heart was trembling. He never thought that the teacher would take this step and make such a decision!

However, he was not qualified to dissuade him at all, and he could not dissuade him.

Wan Jieliu's eyes turned red instantly. He knew very well what this time meant.

There is a thread of fate between heaven and earth, and the teacher just wants to seize it!

And this fate lies with this young man who is making a sword for the first time!

Don't dare to speak anymore, don't dare to say more.

Naturally, he was unwilling to get out. At this moment and opportunity, he had to do his best, even if it was just to control the fire.

Wan Jieliu immediately concentrated his mind, and without any regrets began to control the inner fire that surged due to the explosion of the furnace.

Outside the sword-making workshop, everyone was stunned.

This young man... what a card, he actually asked two sword-making masters to assist him!

The swordsmiths of Jianchi Palace were all trembling, thinking that Wang Yansheng was crazy. How was such a move different from being crazy?

A first-grade sword, what many swordsmiths must pursue forever?

However, Wang Yansheng actually bet everything on a young man!

Su Muzhe's expression changed drastically, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting's eyes were not shocked, but complex.

Perhaps, only Zhao Huangting understands Wang Yansheng's mood at this moment.

Although Wang Yansheng's deadline has not yet come, it is coming soon. He has not broken through the ten realms, so he can only risk everything to make the future without regrets.

When a chance encounter comes before your eyes, if you cannot grasp it, you will live in trouble in the years to come, and you will never find another chance.

Just like Zhao Huangting, he wants to have a clear idea and a smooth battle if he wants to fight.

It’s just to make your life complete and have no regrets.

Even if Wang Yansheng really failed in making the sword, at least Wang Yansheng had been crazy about it and fought hard for it.

Because I fought hard, I have no regrets.

A smile appeared on the corners of Zhao Huangting's lips. He looked at the sword-making workshop, sweating profusely, and his eyes shone brightly, as if the silver-haired old man with swords had regained his youthful nature, and the nirvana suppressed by the sword in his heart The fire on the plate seemed to be beating constantly, trying to rush out and burn everything.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes and felt the beating flame that was burning his life every bit, but he felt a different kind of emotion in his heart.

That is the most gorgeous portrayal of his life.

Pictures of the years flashed before my eyes, listening to the hammering sound of throwing everything away, without regrets, grabbing the slightest chance, and using all my strength to forge the sword.

Zhao Huangting felt an inexplicable surge of emotion in his heart.

Everyone was shocked, but he was the only one smiling.

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Anle felt that his swinging movements were numb.

The energy and blood seemed to be frozen by the sword energy, unable to move at all, and the innate spiritual energy in the Dantian was suppressed by the sword energy and could not flow at all!

This sword energy was so terrifying, just the sword energy flowing out of the sword embryo made it difficult for him to resist!

Every swing of his hammer was extremely difficult. Without the Divine Sword Body, he might not even be able to swing the hammer.

The soul is trembling, and the embryo of the Heart Sword beneath him seems to be being baptized by the sword energy, being hammered and beaten. This time, even if the sword-making fails at this moment, the happiness gain will be huge.

Because his Heart Sword Sword Embryo was almost ready to take shape at this moment, and the Heart Sword Sword Embryo he obtained from viewing the Sword Waterfall Picture was still far from being fully formed.

However, during these days of sword forging, not only the sword of reality was forged, but the sword of the heart in the sword furnace also took shape.

Maybe, not long after, it will truly take on the shape of the Heart Sword!

"hammer!!!"

A roar pulled Anle's mind back, and Anle's soul opened its eyes, like an immortal god glaring with anger.

The embryo of the Heart Sword exudes brilliance, allowing Anle to regain control of his physical body, and the hammer falls again!

Dang-ding!

Dang-ding!

The momentum that it carried was getting higher and higher, and it kept rising!

It's like in the vast sea, one wave after another piles up, and finally turns into a terrifying giant wave dozens of feet high!

Although the old swordsmith Wang Yansheng is still assisting Zuo Anle, every time he yells, he will pull Anle back from the edge of losing his mind!

The pores all over Anle's body secreted blood, which was the change in his body after being tempered. With each blow, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

At this moment, he was under too much pressure!

Every time he hammered down a first-grade sword embryo, the shock and pressure he endured were more powerful than the force he had hammered out in the previous five days and five nights!

However, Anle's physical body seemed to emit a brilliant sword chant, and the sword body of the Tongshen Sword made Anle's entire body penetrated with sword energy. It penetrated from top to bottom and vented all these powers.

boom!

The ground was covered with dense spider webs, the entire sword-making workshop was trembling, cracks clung to the walls, and even spread outside the ground!

Each time the hammer is hammered, there are two consecutive knocking sounds.

The cracks in the earth will increase and spread out!

Another hammer fell, and the roof instantly cracked and exploded. But strangely, the broken roof did not fall downwards. Instead, it was all washed away by the powerful sword energy and turned into countless broken tiles and dust. All around.

The wall shattered and the tiles flew away, leaving only the two figures exposed between heaven and earth, facing the beating of the sword furnace.

A young man and an old man.

Vigorous and full of energy, it has faded away.

It's like the contrast between the rising sun and the setting sun, the meeting and chirping of spring and cicadas.

Everything in the world was silent at this moment, only the gestures of the young man and the old man swinging hammers, and the sound of hammering that exploded in the world!

The sword embryo was completely fused into a palm-width sword. The sword embryo alone was not a thin sword.

It is different from Qingshan and even more different from Mochi.

There is a vague sense of desolation, a unique meaning spreading!

The thousand-jin giant hammer fell again, and the slurry-like sword embryo no longer screamed like a baby, and gradually became silent.

The sword energy roaring and pouring around the sword furnace rose into the sky, and flowed back towards the sword embryo like a reverse flow. At this moment, this sword seemed to be the center of a crushing magnetic field.

The green shirt on Anle's body suddenly exploded, revealing his slender but strong upper body. Every time he was beaten, some ancient scripture text on the body surface would appear, which looked quite strange.

The green hills around his waist trembled slightly, and Mo Chi had already moved and did not dare to move.

Facing the first-grade sword that was about to take shape, even though Mochi was now a fourth-grade sword, he still did not dare to move in the face of absolute suppression in terms of rank!

"Soon!"

"Don't relax! Keep going!"

Wang Yansheng's eyes sparkled, but there was endless peace on his face at this moment.

He holds the hammer and beats it every time after An Le, supporting An Le's strength with the hammer.

The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

The old man seemed to have spent all his life to help forge this peerless first-grade sword!

As the old man opened and closed his eyes, he seemed to see his sword-making life on the hammered sword embryo.

But at the age of five, he picked up a hammer and began to forge the iron embryo.

Day after day, the sound of beatings continued throughout his life.

Now he has lived for more than five hundred years. From the age of five to more than five hundred years old, he has forged countless swords. Perhaps at the end of his life, he will forge the ultimate sword he has dreamed of!

Anle's heart sword shines brightly, the sword furnace clangs, and the sword energy boils.

He pursed his lips and kept pounding the hammer. This was the only thing he could do now!

His whole body was already covered with blood, and the brilliant ancient scriptures seemed to be obscured, but Anle's eyes were bright!

The old man assisted Anle in beating, but his face showed nostalgia for his boring but passionate life of making swords.

When the last ray of sword energy poured into the sword embryo lying quietly in the cracked sword-making furnace.

There was only one scene left in front of Wang Yansheng's eyes.

Amidst the snow falling all over the sky, at the age of five, he picked up a hammer for the first time and struck the sword furnace with the first hammer that hit the sword embryo.

That was the beginning of the relationship between children and sword-making.

Like a swallow returning to its nest.

A soft smile couldn't help but appear on the old man's lips.

When Anle swung the thousand-jin hammer, the old man silently lowered the hand holding the hammer and took a step back. He was full of relief and free and easy, watching Anle's giant hammer cut through the earth-shattering arc, and finally struck hard. It hit the sword embryo in the sword-making furnace.

Buzz——

An extremely high-pitched sword chant suddenly resounded from the sword furnace!

Everyone's swords seemed to be trembling.

Then, a sword light could be seen rising into the sky from the exploded sword-making furnace.

Just like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss or a fish leaping into the vast sea!

Dapeng soared to the ninth heaven!

Everyone raised their heads and saw the sword flying into the sea of ​​clouds. In an instant, countless electric currents surged and thunder struck.

The dusk clouds were all washed away, and all the clouds and rain stopped.

In Jianchi Palace, everyone raised their heads, and in Jinguan City, everyone raised their eyes.

Look at that peerless divine blade that dances in the sky and stirs up the electric dragon!

In front of the dilapidated sword-making workshop, magma rolled out of the two sword-making furnaces that exploded, and the earthly immortal fire was flowing.

However, the old man Wang Yansheng looked up at the unruly sword in the sky with a smile on his face.

Wang Yansheng's aura was rising steadily.

Carrying peace and happiness, I ascended to the sky, as if standing on the clouds.

The sword comes out of the sword furnace, and the cold light scares the bulls into fighting!

Looking at this sword that is still filled with steaming heat.

The old man chuckled and said: "Anle, this sword was made by you and me, and it is also your first sword. You are the main force, and I am the assistant. Before entering the sword pool to temper the sword, you should have chosen the name of the sword. "

"However, I have been working on this sword for decades. Now the sword is finally completed. The sword will follow you from now on, but I am willing to ask for the opportunity to be named a sword."

In mid-air, Wang Yansheng's sword was fluttering with silver threads, accompanied by the sword that was filled with cold light and intertwined with thunder.

Bowing towards An Le.

Upon seeing this, Anle hurriedly returned the gift: "Senior, you are serious. The key to this sword is to refine it for decades. This kid is just the icing on the cake."

"The name of the sword should be chosen by the seniors."

Anle naturally knows how to advance and retreat. If he had to rely on his own strength, let alone this sword, he would not be able to forge a second-grade sword.

When Wang Yansheng heard this, he immediately smiled gratefully.

Then, he looked at the sword, raised his hand, and grabbed the rough, unpolished hilt.

In an instant, countless electric currents were flowing, and the majestic sword energy swept across. The old man's clothes were flying, and the frost-haired sword temples were surging.

The old man gently stroked the sword, which was still very hot. It can be seen that there are intertwined patterns on the sword, including clouds, ancient elixirs, flying swallows, and hammer-swinging children, who are happy with the success of making the sword... It is very strange. .

The old man's eyes became softer and softer.

Anle looked at the old man and the sword and couldn't help but ask softly: "Senior, what is the name of this sword?"

The old man tapped the sword with his finger.

The chant of the sword is like the cry of a swallow, and it echoes thousands of times. When I was young, I still remember my original intention.

"This sword is called..."

"The swallow returns to its nest."

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