Chapter 125 The light of the morning sun and the sunset, casting a first-rate sword swallow returning to the nest [please give me a monthly ticket]

The drizzle is light, and the plum rain season is approaching, and the air is filled with the fragrance of unripe plums.

The scenery of Jinguan City is beautiful and not inferior to Jiangling Mansion. In addition, Jianchi Palace has a special status in this city, so Jiangling King also bought an industry in this city.

There are all luxurious decorations such as carved beams, painted buildings, rockery and water pavilions, nine-curved corridors, etc. In a luxurious courtyard, the pavilion stands quietly in the center of the small pool, and the water is shimmering in the eyes.

There were three people sitting quietly in the pavilion, including the King of Jiangling in a Confucian shirt, Zhao Pei, the second prince whose golden sand broke the gap between his eyebrows, and Li Qingchuan, a real person in the Tianshi Mansion, wearing Taoist robe.

A carbon stove was burning in the pavilion, and a pot of wine was placed on the stove, which was warming on the carbon stove and slowly warming up.

King Jiangling picked up one or two plums and threw them into the red wine. The plums rolled, emitting a slight sweet and sour smell, and mixed with the fragrance of the wine.

"The news has been spread, and this son's reputation has been circulated all over the world. He was the leader of the imperial examination before the Spring Examination Hall, and became the shortest-lived top scholar in the Zhao Dynasty. In addition, he was questioned before the Spring Examination Hall.

, Extraditioned Haoran in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, this son has no weak reputation in the world."

"Now, the sword bell of the Sword Chi Palace has been ringing thirty-six times, attracting the old sword saint who cannot be born, with a clear sword heart and a future treasure of the Sword Chi Palace."

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

"I heard that there was a ghost from Hell Mansion in Xiliang Kingdom who was already moved and came across the river in person, wanting to collect this son's corpse and sacrifice to the corpse refining puppet."

King Jiangling and Zhenren Li smiled at this and didn't care.

"Hell Mansion is a famous demon sect like today, it is regarded as the national religion by the Western Liang Kingdom, and it is even more at the peak of the sky. This Hell Mansion focuses on geniuses to kill, use all kinds of ghost skills and evil skills."

"An Le has a headache when she is targeted by the ghost messenger in Hell's Mansion."

As a Taoist sect, the Heavenly Master Mansion naturally does not deal with the Hell Mansion. He also feels disgusted with some of the methods of the Hell Mansion. He has to admit that the Hell Mansion has been supported by the entire Xiliang Kingdom and has become the Western Liang Kingdom. It has risen and is not weak in the Heavenly Kingdom.

Teacher's Mansion.

"Thinking so much is useless. Anle is only in Jinguan City for one day. No, it should be said that in Shu, the ghost officers in Hell Palace dare not take action, and they even dare not show up. They want Anle's life.

, everyone must be waiting for the old emperor to go north and Anle left Lin'an Mansion."

"However, the ghost messenger in Hell's Mansion...the most lacks is patience. They can wait for it. It is rumored that a ghost messenger in Hell's Mansion can wait for ten years in order to assassinate a target."

King Jiangling said with a chuckling.

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

The scarlet wine was spinning in the celadon cups, emitting monsters.

The second prince Zhao Pei picked up and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste of the plum, mixed with the sweetness of the wine, burst into his mouth in an instant.

“Is it delicious?”

King Jiangling said elegantly and smilingly.

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

Taoist Li Qingchuan also drank a sip: "It's indeed a good wine. The old Taoist has never drunk it. I heard that King Jiangling likes to brew wine, so he is a good winemaker. Now he drinks it, and it is indeed worthy of his reputation."

King Jiangling heard the praises of the two, and saw the scarlet redness left on the corners of his lips after drinking, and couldn't help but smile.

"It's just a false reputation. Brewing wine is purely a personal hobby, and I don't care about these false reputations."

"It's delicious, so drink more for both of you."

King Jiangling smiled.

The plum rain fell on the black tiles of the pavilion, making a rustling and whispering sound.

Suddenly.

The King of Jiangling was drinking and a wave of invisible heat wave swept through with extremely fast speed, ripples of shock waves, forming a wind that penetrated the hall in the pavilion.

King Jiangling's Confucian shirt was flying, and he frowned, raised his head and looked towards Jianchi Palace.

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

But a stream of red hot air rolled into the sky, and the plum rain that fell in the sky was steamed dry, forming a magnificent scenery that reflected the red light curtain.

A surge of sword energy and sword intent swarmed out, stirring deep in the sword pool lake.

The second prince Zhao Pei and the Taoist Li Qingchuan of the Tianshi Mansion were not confused yet, and they were confused.

However, Jiangling King, who often deals with Jianchi Palace, his eyes shrank slightly.

"The furnace is blown up... No, this power is not like an ordinary furnace. Such a heat wave. Only the sword-casting furnace of Wang Yansheng, the world's number one sword-casting master, can suppress such earthly fire!"

"Will Wang Yansheng explode the furnace? It's impossible... unless he started to gamble on the sword weapon that had been fighting for decades, and make the final impact!"

"Wang Yansheng wants to forge a first-grade extreme sword!"

First-grade Extreme Sword?!

The second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren from the Tianshi Mansion were shocked when they heard this.

It is not easy to be able to enter the first grade of sword weapon in the world. Those who reach the first grade of sword are the best in the world!

King Jiangling frowned.

Wang Yansheng has been fighting for decades, so why should he do his best to attack the first-grade sword today?

Such a heat wave means that the sword-casting furnace explodes and there is no turning back.

Anle had just ringed the bell thirty-six times, and Wang Yansheng was about to forge a sword.

A coincidence?

...

...

The exploded sword-casting furnace seemed to have extremely suppressed sword energy whistled out of it.

The sword-casting furnace that has created countless swords is extraordinary, and if calculated according to the grade, it can be considered as a third-grade magic weapon.

Although it is not a real magic weapon, too many swords have been born in this sword-casting furnace. As the number one sword-casting master in Jianchi Lake, Wang Yansheng has a noble status and a high-ranking master, and his qualifications are hard to compare with. Therefore, his

The sword furnace can be said to be the sword furnace with the most swords.

Now, the sword-casting stove exploded. The sword energy and the spirit of the sword weapon contained in each wisp of the baked sword were all gone at this moment, sweeping and whistling, causing a strong wind to roar in the sword-casting workshop!

As the sword embryo was burning red, it seemed that it was still flowing on the surface, moved out of the sword casting furnace and fell under the big hammer that Anle stretched out his muscles and swung.

The heavily swung the thousand-pound hammer, and the scorching air seemed to be twisting. When the heavy hammer was hit, it made an unexplainable sob, like a sword-fucking baby still in a cradle, causing miserable miserable

whimper.

Even Anle's heart trembled, and her heart became a little soft, and she couldn't bear it and even dared not fall the hammer.

"Keep your mind! Smash!"

"Don't hesitate! The most important thing now is to forge the sword!"

"Everything is false, everything is false!"

"Smash!"

"Smash!!!"

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

Sweep away all the chaotic thoughts of Anle.

Anle's whole body's qi and blood surged again, and the more intense qi and blood that had been tempered, it was like an angry beast roaring.

The mysterious meaning of the ancient demon Five Animals all spread around at this moment!

With a hammer, it hit the pulp sword embryo that was integrated into the control of Wang Yansheng, and then scattered, merged into the iron embryo of the Yuan Spirit Spirit!

when--

A loud bang swept across like a storm in an instant, and faintly, it seemed as if there were invisible waves of fire, spreading densely, impacting the surroundings!

Even the culprit of Anle was about to explode at this moment, and blood was secreted!

A shrill cry came from the sword embryo on the sword casting platform.

Anle's hammer seemed to hit the sword embryo, but hit the baby's body!

at the same time.

Wang Yansheng's hammer without hesitation, and a crisp sound helped peace to clear away all the confusion and softness in his heart.

On the side of the sword furnace, Wan Jieliu, who was controlling the earthly fairy fire, was dumbfounded.

Even...the eyes were bloodshot!

"teacher!"

Wan Jieliu growled and said.

But what responded to him was Wang Yansheng's angry scolding: "Shut up!"

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

Wan Jieliu immediately shut up and dared not say much. Even if he was scolded by the teacher like this, he would have no regrets.

He knew how critical it was at this moment. It was the sword embryo that had been refining for decades. Wang Yansheng planned to use it to attack the first-grade extreme sword weapon.
To be continued...