"Okay, boy, I have worked hard for thirty years to combine the skills of spear, spirit, and spirit of speech to create the great art of inviting gods, but you have broken it, and I have made progress."
The heavy rain fell rapidly, and the rainwater flowed into the sea of clouds under the palace steps along the criss-crossing drainage channels, and disappeared.
After a while, the layers of dense dark clouds cracked open, and light shined through the gaps, restoring the clear sky and clear air again.
The previous heavy rains were entirely caused by changes in the celestial phenomena caused by the excessive size of the Yanling field. Now that Gonggong is dead, the rain clouds have naturally dissipated.
Zhou Gu patted Li Longyuan on the shoulder with his big hand and praised him. His eyes were no longer as ferocious as when he was fighting, but more like a commoner.
To be honest, if instead of wearing this pair of bright silver armor, he was wearing a home sweatshirt and squatting at the intersection with a cigarette in his mouth, no one would believe him if he said he was not a migrant worker in the city.
"Old Zhou, you should rest when you are old. From now on, there will be no young people to carry the banner of orthodoxy."
In front of the gun-stick instructor whom he had known for a long time and who had beaten him many times when he was young, Li Longyuan seemed to have returned to his original stubborn temper. He slapped the armor on his chest and said with a crisp sound.
"Those boys? They want to replace me... It's early. Just wait and see."
Zhou Gu glanced at him sideways, turned the silver gun in his hand, and counterattacked unceremoniously, then turned around and left with the gun in hand.
"Hey, Lao Zhou, I'm not giving you face anymore."
Li Longyuan also knew this person's temperament, so he was not worried. He put away his Tai'a sword and followed closely. The two of them talked in tandem without any grudge.
The majestic vermilion palace pillars are surrounded by dragons, and the dragon heads are moving vividly. They are different from each other. At the corner of the solemn and quiet hall, the two people who had just stepped out of the martial arts field greeted the visitor.
"Master of the house."
Zhou Gu, who was still wearing white armor and a silver gun, looked at the old man in black robes and reacted first, standing with the gun in hand.
"grandfather."
The young man who was still smiling playfully at the side immediately bowed respectfully.
The old man Qingjun, whose long gray hair was tied into a bun and held in place by a white jade hairpin, stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the two people in front of him with bright eyes.
"The clearance has been reduced."
After a long silence, the old man sighed.
Zhou Gu moved aside silently. At this time, Li Chengqian was just an ordinary old man who missed his grandson, not the iron-blooded head of the family who controlled the orthodoxy.
"Zhou Gu, you go first."
The old man waved his hand casually, obviously not wanting to say anything in front of him.
"My subordinates resign."
The man cupped his hands and took three steps back before turning around and leaving.
"Have you not been to this place for a long time?"
Seeing the soldiers leaving, Li Chengqian continued to move forward, and Li Longyuan turned back to follow him.
This martial arts arena was probably only used for Li Longyuan to polish his body and bones when he was a child. It has not been open to the public for nearly six or seven years.
“The scenes of the past are still vivid in my mind.”
Li Yongyuan did not dare to tell his grandfather that he had dreamed of him when he was young and strong on the flight. Just the way he turned around and stared at him made people feel horrified.
"Do you think I pushed you too hard back then?"
"My grandson's current achievements are all due to his grandfather's teachings. He dare not complain."
…
The two of them were chatting as they walked. Everywhere they passed in the palace was decorated with first-class wealth and extravagance, such as the beautifully shaped honeysuckle five-legged silver incense burner, the eight-petal patterned blue glazed plate, and the majestic and solemn gilded pagoda.
The pagoda, the elegant and mysterious eight-sided water-purifying secret-color porcelain vase and other antiquities are all dazzling and all are treasures. Even if one is auctioned outside, it will fetch a sky-high price.
But here, they are not like cold dead objects lying in a museum display cabinet. They are existences that complement the entire palace. They are vessels with souls that allow people to see through the wind and frost of history at a glance.
That prosperous and prosperous era.
However, among these rare exhibits, there is a heavy metal box leaning quietly against the wall, which is incompatible with the ancient cultural relics that are full of bright colors and gorgeous decorations.
"Go and have a look."
Noticing the deflection of the young man's gaze behind him, Li Chengqian chuckled.
Li Longyuan was not polite and immediately stepped forward and pressed the edge of the box with his hand.
Its color is deep, as if it has accumulated for a long time, and it has a cold touch when touched.
"Crack!"
The slender fingers moved across the box, and a hidden compartment on the edge of the box was activated. The metal box in front of the young man spread out quickly like a fan. Seven swords of different shapes lay quietly in the mechanical box, and the blades flashed with a dark metallic luster.
"This? This is..."
Li Longyuan turned around and looked at Li Chengqian.
The old man didn't speak, just smiled.
"Eight-sided Han Sword, Tai Sword, Saber Saber, Atkan Long Sword, Richa, Damascus Sword..."
The young man's eyes swept over these swords in turn. Each one was a masterpiece in their respective fields. He could even detect the existence of the alchemy matrix, and each one was different, which was enough to show that the forger's alchemy was at its peak.
Ultimate.
"Its creator is the King of Bronze and Fire, Norton."
Li Chengqian introduced from the side.
"He used the power of fire to completely kill the activity in the metal body, and then used the power of bronze to give it new life. Every sword was the work of painstaking efforts. Besides, Norton, a thousand years ago, was the strongest alchemist in the world. No.
No one knows how to manipulate fire and metal better than him, and no one knows how to smelt and forge better than him."
After listening to the introduction, Li Longyuan couldn't help but reach out his hand and hold an eight-sided Han sword.
This sword is extremely solemn in shape, with no tassels and no variegated colors. The dark and simple hilt is engraved with ancient and special arabesques, and the slender silver blade extends out, reflecting the cold and aloof eyebrows.
"It seems like it suits you very well."
Just when Li Longyuan reached out and pulled out the Han Bafang Sword, all the swords in the sword box made a low resonance, as if something was slowly waking up.
"Dragon King Norton named this proud work after the seven deadly sins in the Bible, namely jealousy, arrogance, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony and lust. And the eight-sided Han sword in your hand represents arrogance."
Li Chengqian put his hands behind his hands and said again.
"Are you arrogant..."
Li Longyuan lightly stroked the blade of the sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, and looked at it carefully. He found that there was not a single flaw in the forging of its entire body, and he couldn't help but sigh.
The sword is the weapon of a gentleman.
Among them, the Eight-Sided Han Sword is particularly straight and upright in shape, and its coolness was favored by emperors and dignitaries. It is no wonder that this sword represents arrogance.
But from this point of view, it seems that Norton is very familiar with the culture of craftsmanship in various countries around the world, and even the name given to the sword has a hidden meaning.
"It is recorded in ancient books that Norton forged these seven deadly sins under the orders of Black King Nidhogg. According to the different personalities of the seven monarchs, he forged swords capable of killing them as a back-up weapon."
Li Yongyuan finally gave a response. It was not that he had no understanding of the seven deadly sins.
"When did you peek at the "Supplement to the Original Records of the First Emperor" in my study?"
However, Li Chengqian suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him with an evil look in his eyes.
"Haha... I accidentally saw it when I was refilling your tea."
Li Longyuan didn't expect his grandfather's awareness of precautions to be so strong, nor did he expect that the historical secrets about the seven deadly sins were only recorded in that ancient book. He had no choice but to bow his head and admit his mistake.
The old man snorted loudly and didn't pursue it any further.
"But Grandpa, there is one thing I don't understand. These four monarchs are eight twins in total. Why do they only have seven swords?"
The young man frowned slightly, put his hands on his chest, and asked such a question.