Zhujian Villa occupies a large area. Entering from the main entrance is a hard stone square paved with white marble bricks. After passing through the hall and patio, and across the long corridor on the left, there is the place where guests live.

There are many rockeries, strange rocks, and bamboo and plum trees in that area. Every year in March and April, the fragrance fills the nostrils. The paths wind between the grass and trees, connecting the guest rooms and courtyards.

In one of the courtyards, Guan Luoyang was sitting at the round stone table, holding a holy fist scroll in his hand. Groups of light butterflies flew from the other side of the courtyard, and when they touched Guan Luoyang's body, they faintly transformed into a little bit.

Thin light flowed under his robes, converged on his eyes, and was swallowed up.

Next to me, the little Taoist priest is practicing Qigong.

Among the three secret books left by Xue Longzi, there is only one set of techniques for bare-handed fighting - "The Thirteen Hands of Flying Snow and White Rainbow". However, this set of skills mainly focuses on retracting and releasing hidden weapons. If it is used as a palm magician,

He is too nimble but not steady enough. Even if he is facing an enemy with comparable internal strength, he may not be able to defeat him even if he hits him with one or two palms.

But now the little Taoist priest is practicing this set of fist and palm skills. He reaches out with his hand, grabs with his back hand, flips his body up and down, grabs and tears with his arms, and the palm skills of opening and closing are mixed with continuous movements of chasing the wind and the moon.

Grappling techniques.

Even when the steps rise and fall, the heels and toes are attacking the enemy's lower body, kicking the bones and joints as neatly as if they were broken.

This was obviously modified by Guan Luoyang.

It is still morning. After the little Taoist master has memorized this set of skills, it is the time when he has been practicing most vigorously recently.

He was just halfway through practicing this time when Guan Luoyang at the table twitched his ears slightly and suddenly said: "Practice basic skills instead."

As soon as these words spread, the golden light butterflies that were flying in a steady stream became sparse, and soon there were only three or two left, clinging to the corners of Guan Luoyang's clothes, dispersing and integrating into his body and mind.

The little Taoist priest has become accustomed to such strange sights. He knows that these butterflies are all caused by the elder brother who is lying down and sleeping in the courtyard. The elder brother goes out to chat with people for a long time and will sleep in when he comes back.

There will be butterflies flying out.

He groaned, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, shoulders relaxed and elbows down, not far away from an old plum tree, facing the wall, about five feet apart, slowly breathing out and sending out a palm.

A gust of cold wind rushed over and exploded softly on the wall. A piece of frost the size of a bowl spread, and the white color of the frost was quite conspicuous on the blue-gray stone bricks.

Xia Qing hooked back his left hand and slapped it with his right palm. Another strong wind rushed out and hit the wall, hitting the area where the frost spread.

The piece of frost was cracked and most of it fell off, revealing the slightly moist color of the frozen masonry underneath.

This basic skill is also Guan Luoyang's guidance.

Xia Qing was required to use the power of ice and cold every time he used his left hand to strike out, making sure that the place where the wind hit the palm was frosted. When he struck out with his right hand, he had to restrain the cold energy and use only the strong wind inspired by his pure internal force to remove all the ice.

Knock down.

In this way, the left and right hands take turns to practice. After the right palm is finally shot, there must be no trace of frost left on the wall to pass the test.

It's a pity that Xia Qing's power control is not so subtle, and there is no way to ensure that each palm wind can just remove all the frost from the previous palm, so that the frost marks on the wall are getting thicker and thicker.

When the large criss-crossing white ice flowers almost spread to a diameter of more than half a foot, someone stood outside the courtyard and said with a smile: "Are some of my nephews living in it?"

Guan Luoyang put away the scroll, stood up and said: "Master Wu?"

Wu Pingqiang crossed the courtyard gate: "It's the old man."

He glanced at Xia Qing and saw Xia Qing practicing his palms there. The wind was whistling in his palms and frost marks were accumulating. It turned out to be the most authentic foundation of the Glacial Sect's internal skills. The three sons he taught carefully were at Xia Qing's age.

, the foundation may not be so pure.

"We parted ways decades ago, and our old friends from Bingglai drifted to different places, never to see each other again. It's very sad, but today I see him having disciples like you, I'm really envious of him."

Wu Pingqiang looked at Guan Luoyang as he spoke.

This man has bright features, a brilliant aura, and a strong and handsome figure. The white robe with ink drawings is draped on him, which does not show much leisure and elegance, only a vigorous and fluttering temperament.

It was just a matter of looking at him like this. When Wu Pingqiang silently used his skills to look at him more carefully, he suddenly felt that the other person was full of energy, which actually made him tremble slightly between his eyebrows.

Guan Luoyang smiled and said: "Master Wu Zhuang, what do you want to do?"

Wu Pingqiang was stunned for a moment, with all the frivolous thoughts in his mind, after meeting him for real like this, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little boring.

Such a young and outstanding person somehow reminded him of him, like a handful of fresh snow or a sword newly washed with red flames.

The other party is always sharpening himself. As a swordsmith, if you don't even have this vision, wouldn't it be ridiculous to use those vulgar green silk threads to wrap them up layer by layer to disturb the refining of the sword?

"ha."

Wu Pingqiang shook his head and smiled, decisively abandoned those pretentious temptations, and went straight to the point, "Is the Jade Snow Dragon ringing around you? Can you let me have a look?"

"Don't worry, I've had a reputation for decades and I can't afford to lose my face by trying to take something from a younger generation. If the things are really here and you can borrow them to look at, I can give you two famous swords or take you with me.

Go and see with your own eyes a magical weapon that is about to be completed."

When he said the last sentence, his eyebrows were raised and his expression was high, "There are millions of people in the world. In the past hundred years, except for me, maybe you are the only one who has had this opportunity to see the scene before a magic weapon was released."

There are not even a thousand but eight hundred famous swords in the world. If you include those famous and rare items that have been circulated in ancient times and have various anecdotes, the number is even more difficult to calculate.

However, only weapons that can be "dismantled" can be called magic weapons. The number of such weapons in the Central Plains since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period may not be as high as thirty, excluding those that have been destroyed and are still preserved in the world.

There are only a handful of divine weapons.

The word "bingjie" has a long history. It originally refers to those who seek immortality and learn Taoism, and use weapons to achieve liberation. They use swords and swords to destroy the physical body, abandon the body, and let the spotless spirit transcend.

During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, some people who did not understand martial arts and were obsessed with mystical theories would also pursue corpse dissolution and military dissolution. They worked hard to forge a magical sword for themselves and insert it from the top of their heads. This approach was actually equivalent to

suicide.

The Bing Jie in martial arts is a serious matter. It means to dissolve the divine weapons and integrate them into the body. Not only does it not abandon the body, but it is greatly beneficial to refining the body.

When a divine weapon is dissolved into the body, the blood and energy will be pure, and the meridians and bones will be faintly transformed. It will possess the unique properties of the divine weapon itself, almost seeming to be transcendent from the ordinary world.

For example, there are two magical weapons in Laojun Mountain: the Wuwei Divine Sword and the Five-color Treasure Seal, each with its own unique abilities.

Treasures such as the Jade Snow Dragon Ring and the Tianji Jade Mirror have unique effects that far exceed ordinary weapons. The reason why they cannot be called magic weapons is because these two things cannot be broken into the body.

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Therefore, the appearance of a true magic weapon before it is released is indeed a rare sight.

Guan Luoyang is also very curious. There are no weapons that can be integrated into the body at the Samsara base. There are power systems such as the absolutely double-edged "Flame Fang" and the Void Genome of Guilty Crown, even if they are only two stars.

Level, you can do similar things.

But a world of martial arts forging such magical weapons seemed particularly interesting to him. If he had the chance, he would really want to take a look.

Guan Luoyang pondered for a moment and then took out the jade snow dragon ring.

After Gu Lanxiang left, except for Xia Qing who instilled some infuriating energy every day, Guan Luoyang kept this thing himself at other times.

As soon as Wu Pingqiang saw this long-lost glacier sect treasure, his expression could not help but reveal a little excitement. After receiving it, he cherished it as if it were a piece of his own life.

His expression calmed down, he was slightly lost, and he was so focused that he completely forgot about external objects.

Tianshan snow ridge, glacier establishment.

At that time, the young Glacier disciples would climb through the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain to practice swordsmanship on the top of the cliff.

At sunrise, if you look at it with all your eyes, the hundreds of majestic and majestic peaks have become like new bamboo shoots, with their tips poking out among the sea of ​​clouds and fog.

When that red sun rises, there will be a moment when it will be guarded by the highest peaks and dye the sea of ​​clouds into a cloud of clouds.

The icicles and ice edges formed on the rocks on the top of the cliff are like jade trees and viburnums, shining with colorful brilliance.

Every time that time comes, all the disciples who are brothers and sisters will wander in a moment of silence, looking up at the sun, until the sunlight becomes dazzling again and cannot be seen directly.

The clouds and mists are far away, and the glaciers are no longer there.

At the end of March, plum trees grow in the courtyard.

Wu Pingqiang raised his head with a sigh but not a sigh, his face seemed to be reminiscing and playing like a child, and he raised the jade snow dragon ring towards the sun.

He stretched his arms as much as possible and raised his head, not knowing whether he was looking at the jade ring or the sunlight in the ring.

The eyes of a first-class expert can look directly into the midday sun.

He blinked, and some characters suddenly appeared in his eyes.

It was exactly at this time that the sun shone directly through the jade ring, and was something that could only be seen when it hit the eyes. It was a blur of ancient light and shadow. It was concise and concise, but it did not match the preface and the follower.

How can gold, stone, and brilliance be controlled by humans? They take lives and make fun of popular customs. The first place is all over the world, the second place is unknown in the world. If there is no second or third place, how can it be the top honor? Fools and stupid people are all ridiculous.

people……

It seems to be just some random words written by an old man complaining, but even this kind of complaint must be hidden in the dragon ring that is regarded as a treasure by the world with extremely delicate techniques.

Wu Pingqiang looked at it without blinking, then put down the jade ring and said, "Follow me."

He immediately strode out of the courtyard, stepped on the tips of the grass blades without even touching the ground, and walked away as fast as the wind.

Guan Luoyang picked up Xia Qing and followed him effortlessly.

The guarding disciples on the back hill of Zhujian Villa were a little at a loss when they saw their old villa master performing Qing Kung in a hurry, with two unfamiliar faces following behind him.

A guard disciple was about to step forward to ask Guan Luoyang and the others, but suddenly Wu Pingqiang in front of him threw out a soft force without looking back, pushing the guard disciple away.

Everyone knew what he meant immediately, and they all moved out of the way, watching in surprise as Guan Luoyang and the others entered the main site of Zhujian Villa.

The strange thing is that on the road from Zhujian Villa to the back mountain, the guard disciples are scattered everywhere. The guards are quite strict at the beginning, but the further you go to the back mountain, the more sparse the people are.

Moreover, the position of the guard has become weird. It is not between any important roads. It seems to be just patrolling the mountains and fields at will. It is hard to tell which road leads directly to the real place where swords are made.

Of course, Guan Luoyang and the others had Wu Pingqiang to guide them, so there was no need to worry about this.

After they crossed the hillside, they did not go to higher places. They took a detour and turned sharply down until they reached the foot of the mountain.
To be continued...