A gust of wind roared over, and there was a violent storm hidden in the darkness, which was like a violent sea and sky, and it swept away everyone's clothes. In a short period of time, even the young and strong people couldn't help but sweat coldly, and their backs were dripping with sweat, and they looked aside and did all kinds of hideous and strange things.
The "human charcoal" of the Dharma, I always feel that these withered and dead skeletons are always staring at me quietly.
Jiang Wen blocked the dark side of the mine, leaving a blurry figure in black and white for everyone. There was a faint sound of dragon roars in the scabbard, as if he would explode at any time, but he remained in a stalemate with Yin Sui for a long time.
No matter how strong the wind blows, there is still no movement.
Everyone was a little puzzled, and they boldly wanted to step forward. They were worried that Jiang Wen seemed to be emotionally stable, but in fact, he had been walking for a long time, but was startled by Jiang Wen's sudden turn around.
"...Senior, I've been waiting for you to elaborate for a long time, why did you stop?"
"Oh? What else do you want me to say?"
Yuan Louzi stood there and squinted at Jiang Wen, and said angrily, "I can tell at a glance that you are just as life-threatening as I was when I was young. How could you be scared away by just one sentence? Speaking of which, I was better than you when I was young.
You still have to risk your life, do you believe it?"
Jiang Wen plucked his ears and asked doubtfully: "Then what did you say just now, 'Don't go in'?"
Yuan Louzi chuckled: "That's what I said, but it doesn't mean I object to you going in."
"..."
Jiang Wen couldn't help but sigh, how fast it is to solve inequality problems.
Jiang Wen understood what Yuan Louzi meant. The reason why he said it was extremely dangerous inside was not to prevent Jiang Wen from entering, but to use this method to make Jiang Wen more vigilant.
It is natural for the dangerous situation to be turned into a disaster.
"Okay, okay, I now believe that you, senior, and Master Yuanhua are brothers."
Hearing what Jiang Wen said, Yuan Louzi broke away from the support as if he had won the battle, walked slowly to Jiang Wen's side, pointed to the dark depths of the cave and said.
"On the day I first came here, I sneaked into this cave and found that the thugs were forcing the villagers to hold torches and go deep into the depths to search for something. After a while, the fire was faint, and I heard clanging noises inside, and there was no news from the villagers at all.
Then the murderer relied on the rope around his waist to pull the body back, often holding some rotten knives and swords in his hands."
The old Taoist recalled with a fearful expression, "Every time they saw the fire go out, they would send another person in, and the cycle would repeat. When they had collected enough incomplete swords with their own lives, they would walk out of the cave as if they had found a treasure.
——And during this whole process, the murderers did not even dare to step even half a step into the depths. Even if the villagers died at the corner visible to the naked eye, they would never go too far..."
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Rotten sword and rotten sword? Isn't this a mine?"
Yuan Louzi stroked his beard and said: "The importance of sword refining lies in the secret skills, magical iron, heaven and earth, and the four directions of earth. The murderers took advantage of Ou Yezi's method of human charcoal to build a furnace, and chose the original site of Zhanlu Mountain.
Forging swords, and waiting here day and night for an opportunity, I naturally thought that the problem lies in the raw materials."
Jiang Wen slowly understood that what these arrogant murderers called sword-making was probably an attempt to recreate the sword-making process of Ou Yezi two thousand years ago. In order to ensure that the raw materials were the same as before, they even chose the ones left in the cave.
Ancient swords are used to refine and cast them again, just to restore those earth-shattering magical weapons.
"Ah? So this is not a mine, but the former site where Ou Yezi made swords?"
Jiang Wen murmured to himself while tightening his tight clothes, "But judging from how I look now, I feel so gloomy."
Yuan Louzi stared into the depths of darkness and replied slowly: "Ou Yezi forged a sword that was broken by land and horses and oxen, and water struck swans and geese. The sky shone brilliantly on the day it was made, and the earth produced five flowers. All these are just conjectures of later generations.
,How many people have actually witnessed the scene of sword forging back then?"
"I have traveled among the tombs of the pre-Qin Dynasty over the years, and what I have seen is nothing like the sage kings and the rule of the three generations. I only know that one person is sacrificed every step of the way, a prisoner is killed three feet away, and people's heads are cooked in copper steamers.
The child's corpse was locked in an earthen jar, and the bones were piled under the pillar foundation. If you want to make a sword at that time, the cheapest and most convenient thing is to take human lives?"
"It's funny. I lamented that when Lei Huan dug up the old prison in Fengcheng, he ignored the layers of bones piled up for making swords and the strange changes on the ground. He only focused on taking away the two swords in the stone letter.
of……"
Regarding the swords forged two thousand years ago, Jiang Wen did not expect them to be so gentle and calm.
Jiang Wen was silent. In the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, it was popular to set up corpses to treat corpses. The origin cannot be circumvented from the primitive worship of corpses, not to mention the corpses of Xia Geng, corpses of ugly women, and princes that are often mentioned in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
The corpse of the night - these all clearly show that the body is severed and dead but not buried.
It can only be said that compared to the ethereal ghosts, corpses, as the last remnants of the deceased in the world, are inherently more concrete, more terrifying, and more supernatural. Jiang Wen can even infer without any assumptions that the land of China is
As Yuan Louzi said, the worship of divine power and witchcraft belief in corpses have never really disappeared, but have just changed their appearance and hidden themselves in some more hidden corners.
"Senior, do you have any other advice?"
Seeing Jiang Wen understand the underlying meaning of his words so quickly, Yuan Louzi began to look sideways. After thinking about it again and again, he reminded him vaguely.
"Other things... I haven't been able to find out much. I just vaguely guessed that it is related to the ancient Kunwu Kingdom of the Three Dynasties..."
Kunwu is an ancient tribe. The Kunwu people are good at metallurgy and pottery making. It is said that Kunwu's knife can cut jade. According to legend, even the Jiuding, which represents the royal power, was cast in the hands of the Kunwu family. Therefore, it was still used until the Zhou Dynasty.
The officer who makes bronze vessels is called Kunwu.
The upper part of the bronze inscription "Kun" is "日", which refers to the sun; the lower part is "BI", which refers to "people everywhere", meaning "many slaves working under the scorching sun", which are used to refer to cautious people.
It was difficult not to remind Jiang Wen of the scene of corpses lying in front of him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Thank you, senior!"
After hearing this, Jiang Wen bowed his hands and saluted with great respect. He had noticed something unusual in his heart. He knew that Yuan Louzi was sincere in his heart and did not want Jiang Wen to get involved with outsiders. This kind of mind was exactly the same as that of Yuan Huazi.
You deserve this gift from him.
"Do you really want to go in?"
Even though Yuan Louzi had expected it, he still asked one last time.
Jiang Wenze smiled and nodded, which made Yuan Louzi feel dazed for a while, and his eyes were full of his youthful and high-spirited look.
"Well, I have my own reasons why I have to go."
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In the darkness, the ancient Zhanlu Sword revealed a mysterious color as deep as water, with layers of light shining on it, as if it would turn into mercury and disappear without a trace at any time. Jiang Wen was groping in the darkness, step by step deeper into this unknown place.
The ancient cave at the end.
He did not choose to hold up the torch, because the light surging in the darkness is like the life in a dead situation, like the candlelight in the eyes of a moth. It is easiest for people to chase blindly and risk their lives, but will lead people to death.
Jiang Wen chose to blend into the darkness, using his remaining senses that were so sharp that they almost surpassed vision to touch this isolated cave world bit by bit.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, there was a drop of condensation on the stalactite above his head, which crashed into Jiang Wen's shoulder. Jiang Wen noticed a hint of coolness that penetrated into the fabric of his clothes and touched his skin. However, the coolness expanded rapidly, causing him to suddenly
I noticed something strange.
By the time he woke up from the darkness, the coolness had turned into a slight sting and a bit of viscosity, and was slowly flowing down the cut cloth and transverse skin...
is blood!
Jiang Wen closed his eyes tightly and tried every means to search for the source of this drop of condensed water, but its appearance was invisible and colorless, like a hasty cold accident in an ancient cave. He unexpectedly encountered Jiang Wen who did not belong here.
There was a hint of innocence in his expression, but also a hint of helplessness, as he looked at the dusk snow on thousands of mountains and the mist of clouds thousands of miles away, and then disappeared without a trace.
After all it is just a drop of water.
But the next moment, Jiang Wen's low-hanging sword tip was already pressed against another drop of condensed water. The same innocence, the same helplessness, but the tip of Zhanlu's sword, which had been as strong as ever after thousands of years, made a buzzing sound.
Jiang Wen, who was holding the sword in one hand, felt his shoulders drop and almost let go of the ancient sword.
"Ding……"
The humming and low chanting was like a magic spell, spreading instantly in the deep and dark cave. Jiang Wen closed his eyes and listened slightly. Just by the premonition of the vague pain in the skin all over his body, he could guess that there were thousands of people at the top of the dark cave at this time.
Hundreds of equally innocent and helpless condensed water are about to drip down, and will turn into raindrops and fall on his body at any time, leaving Jiang Wen riddled with holes and bleeding like a river.
The buzzing sound is still spreading, as if there is a tuning fork at work in the dark. Ripples spread in the darkness, transforming into the rudimentary shape of an ancient sword, which is currently inserted into the wall of the cave, constantly inviting people.
Jiang Wen went to get it, and then fought to the death against the freezing water-condensing killing formation.
The clear sound lingered in the ears, and those things flowing between the crystal water seemed to be extremely tiny things, still interacting with some rhombus-like structures, like a tiny sword, penetrating into these
In the softest condensed water in the world.
This is sword energy that is so pure that it is unimaginable, and it is something that cannot be described in words. If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. Only a few people who have climbed to the highest peak in the Tao of Swords are qualified to die before they die.
Get a closer look.
A drop of water turns into a sword without revealing its edge. This is the most profound swordsmanship Jiang Wen has ever seen. The secret of swordsmanship has almost penetrated into everything in the world. Every plant and tree can be turned into a sword. They don't want to
The attack and killing of Jiang Wen was already destined to end just because Jiang Wen appeared here.
But Jiang Wen smiled slightly. Even though life and death were almost beyond his control, he was still as calm as if he was outside the world. The ancient Zhanlu sword in his hand drew a very unique arc, like the ferocious spine of a towering corpse.
Even after he has been dead for a long time, he still points his anger at the sky.
The condensed water has begun to drip, but the world Jiang Wen is in seems to have entered a slow-motion lens. Zhan Lu Jianfeng is seen not moving, and the acupoints all over his body have turned into chariots. Every subtle breath of Jiang Wen brings the cold air of the ancient cave.
The ups and downs, every pulse of Jiang Wen's blood, controlled the subtle tendency of condensation dripping.
In the blink of an eye, just when Jiang Wen took his breath and reached a mysterious state, the originally scattered senses were instantly converged into one place, condensing into a ray of light that was more fierce and unruly than the ancient sword in his palm, moving towards Manchu
Tian Ningshui counterattacked, and an unprecedented fierce sword intent was spreading from Jiang Wen's body.
In the darkness, Jiang Wen's fearless sword intent rose from the ground, competing with the rain condensed by countless sword energies. There were countless cracks in the clothes on his body, and blood overflowed from them and dyed the cloth red. The pain of cutting his skin had not subsided before it swept over him again.
, as if he was undergoing the torture of being cut into pieces by thousands of swords in the Hell of Swords Mountain. Every second, hundreds of swords rose up, thousands of swords were extinguished, and he was annihilated in a heroic manner.
But Jiang Wen was originally an unrivaled swordsman. At this time, under the urging of the sword energy from the outside world, he had condensed his sword intention into essence. He could compete with the sinister sword energy from the outside world. In just a few dozen breaths, the top of his head was lifted.
The condensation on the stalactite came from a strange source and had faint traces. It has dried to the limit. Even the originally moist and shiny surface of the stalactite has cracks as if it has been dried and weathered.
But only when you get close to your eyes can you find that there are deeply visible sword marks on it, which are inexplicably scattered on the surface of the stalactites and stalagmites. With the strong wind carried by Jiang Wen's footsteps, they may be turned into powder at any time!
Jiang Wen, who was a swordman, walked through the cave like a ghost. The countless broken swords and rotten swords stuck on the wall were clashing in unison at this time. They changed their calm appearance before and repeatedly made the sound of dragons and tigers roaring.
, and then the remaining body turned into powder under the heavy load, scattered in the cold and humid air, and was driven up against the wind by Jiang Wenyu.
Jiang Wen was getting closer to the truth, and his sword intention became more awe-inspiring. The Zhanlu Ancient Sword in his hand kept defeating the sword energy that quietly dispersed into the howling cold wind. His other hand took advantage of the situation to hold up the Mani Orb that emitted colorful light, and suddenly the candle illuminated the scene.
A dark underground world.
In Jiang Wen's eyes, the ancient caves had turned into tombs and sword caves where swords were buried. Layers upon layers of ancient swords were scattered that were unwilling to die. They were allowed to be corroded by rust, oxidized by air, soaked by water vapor, and buried in darkness.
, and it seems that a super-physical force has taken away their lives, so they can only live in this cave like mummies, buried in a silent and stubborn attitude...
The howling cold wind did not come from some underground river. At the end of the cave was a rather wide place. Countless swords were piled up and discarded, almost filling the void. If it weren't for the ancient cobblestones and dragon-shaped embankments that appeared in the darkness, Jiang Wen would not have seen it.
You won't realize that at the dark end of this huge grotto, there is a man-made abyss and ancient wall.
The abyss that Jiang Wen originally mistakenly saw was actually eight gloomy wooden pillars holding the sky pillars. Deep holes were dug out in them after being burned. They looked like ancient cabinets, but also looked like what Jiang Wen had witnessed in the Wuyi Mountains.
Those immortal ship coffins.
The sword energy was originally more intense and dangerous here. The walls of the suddenly opened cave were covered with sharp sword marks. Each trace left on the stone wall meant an extremely dangerous sword killing move. Now these sword marks surround Jiang
Wen Bu set up a mass killing formation, letting him understand that it was no longer a competition, but a competition between martial arts!
"What a sword spirit Zongheng..."
If the ultimate in Qi Sect is to use Qi to control swords to condense sword energy, then the ultimate in Dugu Nine Swords that Jiang Wen learned is to use the body to transform swords into Sword Sect.
There is some secret energy in this grotto that is not known to anyone. The collision between these two martial arts that should only exist in concepts suddenly became so concrete and shocking that Jiang Wen could hardly control his joy.
At this time, in this ancient cave, the sword energy condensed and never dispersed, and the sword intention soared into the sky. The duel between the qi sect and the sword sect, the sword qi and the sword intention, had long gone beyond what the world could imagine!
Jiang Wen, who was immersed in martial arts, suddenly saw an old man sitting cross-legged not far away, but when he approached, he disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the mottled and chaotic sword marks on the stone wall, which slowly condensed into rows of iron paintings like silver hooks.
handwriting.
There was a sense of spying and peeping behind Jiang Wen, which was the same as what he felt at Qipanyan, until the last stroke of the writing almost tore the stone wall and broke out of the wall, instantly creating a shadow like the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.
, an earth-shaking noise came!
[I have been fond of swords all my life, seeking swords, collecting swords, hiding swords, forging swords, and spent fifty years building a famous sword villa...]
With the loud earthquake, it seemed that the battle was coming to an end, and everything finally returned to calm. Even the dense blood marks on Jiang Wen's body disappeared, leaving only an old man sitting cross-legged.
in front of him.
When I looked closer, I saw that the cartilage on the bridge of this man's nose had collapsed. He was a rotten mummy, sitting cross-legged between eight gloomy wooden pillars. The bones of his legs were rickety and deformed. He had been dead for an unknown age.
.
Jiang Wen understood that the murderers might have made a serious mistake. This was most likely not the place where Ou Yezi made his sword, but the place Jiang Wen had been trying to find.
Jiang Wen did not feel any sign of neglect. Instead, he sheathed the Zhanlu Sword and saluted slowly. Driven by a sense of unreality that spanned thousands of years, Jiang Wen felt a sense of emptiness in his dark eyes.
And with a deep gaze, he couldn't help but put his fingers together on the bluestone, and drew three deep sword marks, which represented Xinxiang's wine and cigarettes...