"If you dare to insult my ancestors, I will kill you!"
Du Ziteng's face turned red, he picked up the sword on the table and was about to charge towards Liu Mang.
"stop!"
The man in green shirt Zhang Xinye stopped directly in front of him. As the host, if Liu Mang was beaten here, where would he put his face?
"Brother Du, why should we be familiar with him?" Zhang Xinye persuaded him kindly.
"Humph, just give Brother Zhang some face!" Du Ziteng was also worried about Zhang Xinye. After all, the power of the Zhang family in Jingcheng was much greater than that of Blood Crow Castle, so he had to return to his seat bitterly.
Seeing Du Ziteng's end like this, the expressions of several other disciples from the sect who had wanted to die changed several times, but they still held back and did not move.
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
Liu Mang is just a low-ranking member of the gang. If you win an argument with him, it will be disgraceful, and if you lose, it will be embarrassing. They rely on their status, but they are unwilling to end up arguing with Liu Mang again.
The scene became a little quiet for a while, and there was an air of embarrassment in the air.
Zhang Xinye came out to liven up the atmosphere: "Below the Guanjian Tower is the site of the battle between the Sword Master and the Demon Lord. Have you ever gone down to see it?"
He pointed to the north direction of Guanjian Tower and asked.
The east and west directions of the Guanjian Tower have long been sealed off, so light is not allowed to pass through. Only the north and south sides have window bars for downward viewing.
The south side faces Jingcheng Street, and the north side faces a large courtyard surrounded by high walls. The large courtyard is close to the Guanjian Tower. Only by entering the Guanjian Tower can you enter the large courtyard.
Everyone walked to the window railing on the north side and could see many broken walls in the courtyard. Most of them were cut off round stone pillars and a small number of piles of rocks piled together like rockeries. Of course, there were also a few intact upright ones.
The round stone pillars are almost as high as the third floor of Guanjian Tower.
Having experienced countless winds and rains, the color of the cylindrical stone walls is slightly gray and yellow, giving off an atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.
"Why don't we go and pay homage up close?" Fang Qingtang suggested.
"Can."
"good!"
Everyone responded one after another, and then walked towards another wooden ladder one by one, from which they could directly enter the courtyard.
Liu Mang and others followed him down. At the same time, he was thinking about the Demon Lord mentioned by Zhang Xinye just now, and it was also mentioned in the letter left by Mr. Zhong. He and Mr. Yin came all the way to Jiangcheng, as if they were here just for the Demon Lord's tomb.
When we came to the courtyard, the scene we saw was much more shocking than what we saw on the Guanjian Tower.
What comes into view are giant columns. The complete columns are five feet high and one foot wide. Most of the columns are divided into two halves, some have completely fallen to the ground, some are placed on other pillars, and a few are still intact.
.
Liu Mang walked to a broken shorter cylinder and found that its cut surface was extremely smooth. He wiped off the dust on it and revealed a black and white cross section, as if he had used countless black stones smaller than sesame seeds.
Made up of white pebbles.
"This was originally a place of sacrifice. The black crystal sandstone used for the stone pillars is even harder than steel. However, the texture is relatively brittle and not suitable for use as a weapon." Fang Qingtang couldn't help but see Liu Mang's actions.
Smiled slightly and gave him some information.
Liu Mang actually pulled out the nine-ring sword and asked, "Can I try it?"
Seeing Fang Qingtang nodded, he struck hard on the cross section, causing sparks to fly, but the surface of the stone pillar was still intact.
"How were these stone pillars broken?" Ban Yang asked curiously.
"It's so stupid! It's said that this is the battlefield of the Sword Saint and Demon Lord, so naturally it was the two of them who cut it off!" Du Ziteng found the opportunity and wanted to bury Liu Mang and his party.
Everyone present was extremely shocked when they thought of the stone pillar's diameter of more than ten feet, its hardness stronger than that of hundreds of steel, and its smooth and flat surface.
"Although I have seen it many times, I have different feelings every time I come here. It is said that this is the result of the restrained fight between the two." Zhang Xinye said with some emotion, "The power of a grandmaster is beyond the ability of mortals like us to fathom.
"
"Seventy years ago, just after the sword master passed his forties, he challenged the demon king who was over a hundred years old here and successfully defeated him! This was also the most important turning point in the battle between good and evil." A man carrying a sword caressed him.
Looking at the column in front of him, feeling the lines on it, he said with emotion.
"I heard from my old man that the two sides were actually evenly matched in that battle, but do you know why the Demon King gave in?" Zhang Xinye said with a smile.
"Why?"
"what's going on?"
"Master Zhang, tell me quickly!"
Everyone knew that the old man Zhang Xinye was talking about was the martial arts legend who made Duanshui Sword Technique famous all over the world. He had participated in the battle between good and evil seventy years ago, and they were all very interested in it.
Zhang Xinye looked at the sky, where the moon was already faintly revealed, and said with a smile: "We will know after we get to the Guanjian Tower in half an hour. Please allow me to give it a try first."
Everyone gathered around the courtyard for a while and then all went up to the Guanjian Tower.
The bright moon in the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the bright moonlight shines on the world.
"Look, everyone!" Zhang Xinye shouted from the window railing.
Then everyone walked to that place and looked into the courtyard below.
"This is..." one person exclaimed.
"It seems like a word!"
"It's the word 'sword'!"
Liu Mang was extremely shocked when he saw all this.
The moonlight shines on the stone pillars made of black crystal sandstone. Due to its own characteristics, the stone pillars will reflect bright light when illuminated. However, some stone pillars will remain dim if they are covered by other pillars or shadows.
But the fallen pillars reflecting the light faintly formed a huge word: Sword!
You can't see it during the day, but you can see it clearly at night.
"This is the origin of the name Guanjian Tower." Zhang Xinye said with a smile.
"The Demon Lord didn't expect the Sword Master to be able to concentrate on doing this when he was fighting him, so he must have been frightened away." Someone speculated.
"I recall the grace of the Sword Master back in the day, and I yearn for it. I wish I had not been born seventy years ago!" one person said, shaking his head.
"The Demon Lord is dead and his tomb has been torn apart. The Sword Master has also retired for many years without a trace. It's a pity that there are no heroes in this world!" An elegant man wearing a white scholar's uniform and a blue square scarf said with emotion.
.
However, as soon as he said this, some people at the scene were unhappy.
"Humph, the Sword Saint and Demon Lord are indeed extremely powerful and admirable. But there are so many masters and heroes in the world today, how can there be no heroes?" The man who retorted was Fan Haowen from the Zhenyuan Escort Agency.
The elegant man sneered and said: "Who am I to say? It turns out that Mr. Fan, you should come out and listen to me as a hero."
"Who is that scholar dressed as?" Liu Mang asked Qi Quan.
Qi Quan shook his head: "I don't know everyone."
Fang Qingtang walked up to Liu Mang and said softly: "This is Mr. Rong Jian, a scholar from the Six Arts Academy.
The Six Arts Academy is a major sect in the Central Plains. The disciples in the sect are all good at both civil and martial arts. They are capable of ruling the world through imperial examinations and can kill evil and eliminate violence and bring peace to the good."
A faint fragrance floated over from her body, causing Liu Mang to look to the side and saw a pair of beautiful eyes as deep as the sea, as if they wanted to completely suck in his soul.
Liu Mang's heart skipped a beat and he forced himself to turn his head.
However, Fan Haowen from the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau showed no sign of weakness when facing Rong Jianxue from the Sixth Arts Academy: "Just say that there is a hero in this beautiful city!"