Chapter 119 The Taoist fruit transforms itself into the sword body, like a tomb sword bell ringing three times [Please give me a monthly vote]

Su Muzhe didn't know what kind of swordsmanship talent this handsome and even a bit weird boy in front of him had that could make Zhao Huangting, a genius swordsman who was amazed the whole world so highly praised.

Even saying that the boy is Jianchimyoshi hopes.

Even if you carry the green mountains, it is still unknown how far you can go and how much you can grow. Why do you think that the young man will become the hope of Jianchi Palace?

The hope of Jianchi Palace... is to create another ten-level sword saint.

Can you be happy?

Su Muzhe didn't know, but she believed in Zhao Huangting, just as she believed in him unconditionally when she was ignorant. Even though it has passed five hundred years, she still has not changed.

"Okay."

Su Muzhe smiled and said.

Zhao Huangting said that Anle was the hope of Jianchi Palace, so she thought it was.

Seeing the eyes of the woman who was no longer young, the same light as before burst into trust in the eyes of the past, Zhao Huangting's heart couldn't help but tremble.

That belief made his shoulders heavy and his heart jammed.

"Let's go, let's clean up and go directly to Jianchi Palace."

“I don’t have much time.”

Zhao Huangting avoided the woman's gaze, looked at the sparkling lake outside the window, and said softly.

Su Muzhe did not refuse, she raised her hand and put a little on the middle of her eyebrows.

Anle could feel that the entire Jiangjulou seemed to be trembling and shaking by a hurricane, so he could hear the clanging sounds resounding, and one sword after another came from Su Muzhe's sword energy palace.

Whirl out.

"Now you have sealed the fire of Nirvana with your mind and your body cannot withstand the fatigue and bumps. Let's take this sword river and go straight to the sword pool palace."

Su Muzhe said to Zhao Huangting, his voice very gentle.

"The carriage stays in Jiangjulou, Mei Niang will help take care of it, and the horse will be fed very well."

Su Muzhe said.

Zhao Huangting did not refuse, and a sword weapon came to support his body. Su Muzhe also sat sideways on it and rode a sword with Zhao Huangting.

The sword energy suddenly roared out, carrying the two of them, and soared up like a white crane spreading its wings at the three-story window of Jiangju Tower, crossing the sky.

The sun shines brightly on the old man and the woman riding the sword.

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's lips, as if she wanted to pause the time at this moment.

Anle, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng were supported by swords.

Without resistance, they let the sword weapon support them out of Jiangju Tower.

The huge Jiangling Prefecture City is being placed in the sky, with countless flying swords spreading across the sky, like migrating migratory birds, densely packed, like a sword river.

Many people in the city looked up, and there were ordinary people, practitioners, and some people who followed Lin'an all the way, obeyed orders and had bad intentions in their hearts.

However, under the pressure of this female sword god who was not inferior to Li Youan, these ill-hearted practitioners could only put away their unwillingness.

Anle was dressed in white and sat upright on the sword weapon. He could feel every sword around him, as if he had a spiritual meaning, as if he was connected with the woman's sword god.

The sword has a spirit, and one person controls ten thousand swords, just like a shepherd shepherd.

And this female sword god is in Mu Jian.

After leaving Jiangling Mansion and continuing to move forward, the scenery of Shu began to come into view. The magical scenery made everyone sitting upright on the flying sword and admiring the mountains and rivers below were all relaxed and happy.

Qutang is winding, and Wu Gorge is rising.

The continuous peaks are a little strange, and the stone color becomes green.

The heavenly craftsmanship and the spirit of the spirit are so clever that it gradually wants to be awesome.

The rushing rivers, continuous but rugged peaks, and various strange cliffs frequently dot the mountains and rivers.

Anle is dazzling and stunning. Even practitioners feel their insignificance in front of such a magical craft in nature.

After nearly an hour of flying in the sword river, the female sword god Su Mu blocked the shepherd with many sword weapons, broke through the clouds and fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge city suddenly came into view. The prosperity of the city was not inferior to that of Jiangling Mansion, and it was even more than that of it.

Anle knew that this was the famous Jinguan City in Shu, and Jianchi Palace was located in this beautiful city.

The sword light fell into Jinguan City, causing a breeze to blew around. The lotus flowers bloomed in the city, and the world was filled with a pleasant fragrance.

Jinguan City has a long history and has existed for a long time. It is an ancient city that is no less than Lin'an. Walking on foot, you can feel the scenery in the city is very different.

It was a slight drizzle in the sky, and the drizzle was as moist as a squid. It was not cold on the body, but it seemed to bring the nourishment of hope to the world.

Walking on the bluestone road with moss, bathing in the spring rain peacefully, walking calmly in this ancient city. The people in the city come and go, and every citizen seems to be wearing a sword around his waist, no matter what.

What kind of swords, iron swords, wooden swords, bamboo swords... are all kinds of swords.

It seems... in this city, it seems very outdated without wearing a sword.

"This is the style of Jinguan City. Jianchi Palace and Jinguan City have lived together for a long time. This city has long been integrated with Jianchi Palace. It can be said that Jinguan City is Jianchi Palace, Jianchi Palace is

It's Jinguan City."

"Even the Great Zhao Dynasty cannot control this city."

Zhao Huangting seemed to see the surprise in Anle's eyes and said with a smile.

"The most famous sword in Jianchi Palace is the sword, so everyone in Jinguan City has a kind of swordsman charm."

"I was young and energetic when I was young and energetic. When I came to Jinguan City, I was attracted by this city that was pure for swords, and I stopped in this city for fifty years."

Zhao Huangting's eyes were filled with nostalgia.

He once passed by here, but now when his life is about to come to an end, he has stepped into this city again. His heart is inexplicably stable. After going around, this city still makes him most peaceful.

An Le was actually a little surprised. He thought that such a famous sect as Jianchi Palace should be on the steep mountain, but he never thought that it would be directly merged with an old city.

Strolling on the bluestone road moistened by the drizzle, you will take a peaceful step without any haste and feel the vicissitudes and breath of time contained in this ancient city.

People have gods, cities have spirits, and all things in the world have their own unique traces and meanings.

As she stepped forward, the soul in the Niwan Palace in Anle's eyebrows slowly opened her eyes. In a vague way, she could feel a wisp of sword intent and sword energy surged in the earth in this city where everyone wore swords.

It was like countless dragons and snakes rolling underground.

Su Muzha paused for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at Anle, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Zhao Huangting was stroking his beard and moved forward with surprise.

It seems that I don’t think it’s strange about Anle’s situation.

Anle's mind grew stronger as he walked through the ancient city, and the sword energy contained in the entire city was lingering around him little by little.

It seems that a sword-like aura is woven throughout the body.

"Born sword-holder."

Su Muzhe thought something. Now, she seemed to really believe that Anle's talent might bring hope to Jianchigong as Zhao Huangting said.

Walking along the long street of Jinguan City, you will reach the end of the road and see a huge jade stele archway.

Book on the archway: Jianchi Palace.

The three words "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance" seem to be engraved with sword energy. Just a glance can make you feel the sharpness in it, and you want to burst out.

After crossing the archway, there was a straight bamboo forest that entered the sky like a vertical sword. The bamboo forest was quiet, and the leaves exuded the unique fragrance of bamboo leaves.

For bamboo, Anle and Zhao Huangting have a different relationship. They like the tranquility brought by the bamboo forest and the silence that cleanses the soul.

When you pass through the bamboo forest, you will hear a "ding-ding-dang" sound.

Anle was stunned for a moment.

"This is a lot of disciples in Jianchi Palace who are making iron swords."

Su Muzha explained.

"There are rules for Jianchi Palace. Every disciple of Jianchi Palace not only needs to be able to use swords, but also needs to be able to make swords. Of course, you do not require you to become a sword-making master, but at least you can have some knowledge of the structure of the sword.

learn."

"Casting a sword of your own hands will narrow the distance from the sword and cut off the gap between it."

When An Le heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

However, I was not surprised to think that Jianchi Palace is not only a famous sword sacred land, but also a place for sword-casting.

"The sword casting of Jianchi Palace is famous for its greatness. Most of the famous swords in the world come from Jianchi Palace. It is not only because of the special nature of Jianchi Lake that can temper swords, but also because of the sword casting of Jianchi Palace

The sword masters are all famous.”

Zhao Huangting introduced to Anle.

"Let's go to Jianchi Lake to have a look, let this kid feel the atmosphere of Jianchi Lake, and also let him try to ring the sword bell that has stood in front of Jianchi Lake for thousands of years, and whether it is related to this sword

Zhong has a fate.”

When Su Muzhe heard this, he nodded.

Lead the way directly along the stone path and enter the ground covered with green lawns on both sides.

A breeze blows gently between the sky and the earth, wrapped in oil-like drizzle. There are green mountains and ink ponds on your waist, and you can vaguely feel the erratic sword energy wrapped in the air.

After walking for a while, my eyes suddenly became clear. Simple and simple architectural houses on both sides were dotted on the grass and the woodlands.

It is densely packed, like a rather primitive village.
To be continued...