Han Dan

"But, senior guards the sword mound, why did you meet Cheng Zhou outside?"

Zichen paused.He shook the jug in his hand: "Every thousand years, I can break through the barrier and go outside—"

"My seat—" He paused, frowning.

The luminous pearls in the house are of very good color, and the light is faint, which is just depicting his pursed lips.

Gu Qingmiansi and Julingsan immediately understood - it is estimated that the ancestor found that the belt was missing after leaving the barrier.

For a moment, Gu Qingmian wanted to laugh.Fortunately, he caught it in time, and said seriously: "Then senior still keeps Cheng Zhou there?"

Zitang snorted coldly: "He is a sword cultivator, and he has to walk the path he should take." He glanced at the wall: "Besides, when I entered the sword mound, I also asked him. He chose this path by himself. "

The situation of Cheng Zhou surfaced on the wall again.He picked up a branch from somewhere, and pushed forward.Step by step, bean-sized beads of sweat mixed with blood, fell drop by drop, and were quickly evaporated by the billowing heat.

There is nothing on his shoulders, but it seems that there are thousands of layers of mountains, which make the bones creak under the pressure.Blood oozed from the seven orifices and flowed into the mouth, staining the white teeth red.

"As for you—" Cheng Zhou's picture suddenly shrank, hiding behind many figures.Every sword cultivator is moving forward with a heavy burden.

A pill furnace floated beside Zitang: "The checkpoints here vary from person to person, and if you leave, it will be in vain."

Gu Qingmian thought about Jian Xue, and sincerely praised: "That makes sense."

Zichen choked.

He has seen too many sword cultivators in his life, which one is not full of passion and against the sky?I really didn't see anyone who would admit that he was incompetent, but also frankly, with a gratifying tone.

On the other side, Gu Qingmian's attention has been sucked away by the pill furnace.Zitang was still controlling the alchemy furnace to make it float in mid-air, Gu Qingmian couldn't wait to get on top of it.He circled the alchemy furnace carefully, his eyes widened: "Good furnace! Wow!"

He raised his head and asked earnestly, "Senior, can I touch it?".

"Nonsense." Zitang controlled the alchemy furnace to the ground, and with a wave of his hand, another ground of medicinal materials, "I caught you to let you make alchemy—"

"Okay, okay!" Gu Qingmian beamed with joy before finishing listening.He lowered his head, tore off two pieces of the clothes that were in pieces, and put them on his hands.Then he lay down on the spot and began to check the Dan furnace chassis.

There is no gesture at all.

Zitang couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Whether it can be refined into a good furnace, the base of the furnace is the most important thing.It depends on the heat transfer of the base, the degree of heat resistance and the uniformity of heating.But few people will really get down and see.There is no other reason, the posture is really indecent.

Zitang: "Can't you lift it up and look at it?"

"That's right—" Gu Qingmian suddenly realized.His voice came from the bottom, because it was stuffy at the bottom of the furnace, it seemed muffled: "But, I don't like alchemy—"

He seemed to knock on the bottom of the stove a few times, and his voice was satisfied: "Scatter the spiritual power and raise the stove."

"Although it is convenient to see the degree of heat, there will be some discrepancies in the alchemy produced. Although it may not be obvious, but there will be."

"So, I have to put the stove on the ground to watch." Gu Qingmian climbed out, and his clothes were scratched a few times, "After all, the wind blowing on it is different from when it was lifted."

Zitang was speechless for a while, watching his hair loose and his clothes messy, a few strands of hair fell down his cheeks, covering his lips and teeth.Danxiu's hair is as dark as ink, and his pupils are clear, making his eyes more and more beautiful, like a galaxy of stars.

In the past, when he was away, Zitang didn't have the spiritual power to transform into form, so he naturally didn't have time to look at this "confused Danxiu".Looking at it now, the eyes are pretty good, and Yi Rong Danxia, ​​the original appearance is not bad.

Unexpectedly, Gu Qingmian immediately put his arms together, rolled up his long hair, and tied a few knots to fix it on his head.

Zitang: "..."

Gu Qingmian closed her eyes and meditated for a moment, the appearance of the base was imprinted in her mind.Then he threw the two pieces of cloth away, washed his hands with Tianshan Lingquan, turned on the stove, and began to check inside.

Zitang can't see, and his heart is quiet.He turned his head, took out another jug ​​of wine in his hand, and continued to look at the situation of Jianzhong.

One day, two days... Dozens of days later.

Zitang suddenly opened his eyes.

The first group of people all arrived at the sword monument.

The sword monument is the end point of the entire sword tomb, directly related to the soaring stone tablet outside the tomb.All the sword cultivators who have arrived here can learn about their minds through the sword tablet and observe the swordsmanship of the sages.You can choose to learn, or you can choose to try with a sword and leave your own way.

Of course, throughout the ages, how many sword repairs have broken swords here.As long as one thing can survive time, there must be talent, luck, and personnel.

Either have one, or all three.

The first batch of people were those who passed the whole road smoothly the first time without failing halfway.They came in intermittently, from time to time, and in the end, there were no more than five people.

Five people, all with a long sword, covered in blood.

The leader is the female cultivator in Tsing Yi, and she is also the only female cultivator among the five.Her veil has long been broken.Hibiscus noodles, red phoenix eyes, beautiful appearance.

Zitang's timing was just right, Gu Qingmian had just finished refining the last pill, and the medicinal materials had just been used up, so he had to stop.

Then he raised his head and heard Zichen asking, "It's strange——"

Gu Qingmian was puzzled: "What?"

Zitang: "I haven't seen the same kind for a long time."

Gu Qingmian turned her head and saw the image of the nun.He was stunned for a moment, and said in a daze: "Her Huan Venerable——no, this is, a disciple of Qinghan Temple?"

He asked in surprise, "Elder Sister?"

Zitang said sarcastically: "It's amazing, I can still recognize your senior sister."

"Do you want me to applaud you?"

Gu Qingmian said awkwardly: "This--senior sister usually wears a light veil to cover her face--"

He thought about it for a while, and found that the senior sister was clearly wearing her usual veil, her usual attire, so Gu Qingmian decided to keep her mouth shut.

Zitang didn't intend to delve into it, but said: "She has the blood of the monster race—is she from the Huanhuajing?"

Gu Qingmian nodded: "Senior Sister Lin is the eldest sister of the Huanhuajing Realm Master."

Zitang raised his eyebrows, but the sword cultivator who had just arrived frowned and asked, "Shuangmu Fairy is from the Huanhua Realm, why did you want to compete with us for the chance of swordsmanship?"

The Huanhuajing family has the blood of the ancient flower demon in their bodies, and they are born to be magicians of the illusion. Why do they abandon the illusion and practice swordsmanship?Even vying for the supreme opportunity of kendo?

Lin An laughed loudly, and stabbed the sword into the ground.She has loose long hair, no makeup, and scars all over her body.However, his eyes were sharp, and his sword energy was added to his body.

It was an unscrupulous and extremely domineering sword energy, like a wild sword dancing wildly, sweeping away the wind and leaving the clouds.Mixed with the unique cold sword energy, just standing here, it is like layers of ice in the vast sea, layers of snow falling in the mountains.It seems that at a glance, the sky and the earth are covered with frost.

Gu Qingmian suddenly remembered that when he was given the title, he knelt on the ground.There are dots of ice lanterns outside, and there are white snows.The ancestor looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed: "The talent of this way prefers the other way."

"Let's call the way."

"Two ways."

Two way.

Shuang, way.

Two ways.

Talent is one thing, ideas are another.

One is easy and another is difficult.

Countless two ways lay ahead, and then he chose a "confused" way.

Now that 200 years have passed, he has almost forgotten this dao name.

Gu Qingmian smiled.Zitang's back was turned, and he didn't see this smile, which was somewhat unlike "Gu Tu" or "Gu Qingmian".

He shook his head, not caring that the people below couldn't hear him at all: "What's the reason?"

Born as an illusion genius, why did he practice the way of swordsmanship?

With the innate sword heart, why practice alchemy?

Back then, how did he come back—even if he was not good at it, even if it was never easy—but he wanted to practice it, so he did it.

Lin An laughed, and said coldly, "I just wanted to rob, so I robbed."

The author has something to say:

Miss Lin An is just a soy saucer, so it doesn't matter if you haven't watched "Wen Chen"~ The main thing is that Bai Jianzhong will definitely come, and it feels a bit wrong not to appear.

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