Chapter 5 A thousand years of soldiers, few swordsmen!
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In the Xuan family's land, in front of a pool ten feet in size and as red as blood.
Xuan Zhongshan stood with his sword behind his back. Looking at the old man in linen clothes and gray hair in front of him, he said nothing.
Xuan Yezi chuckled lightly, even if he was dressed in sackcloth, he could not hide the pride that came from his bones as a master craftsman.
Pointing to the outside of the Xuan family, Xuan Yezi chuckled and said: "Look at the martial arts people in Wucheng all over the mountains. They think they have seen the truth, and even argue with others and tell the truth they think they are, but they don't know what's going on.
In my eyes, it's just a joke. Who told them that the Xuan family opened the military pool to forge magic weapons? Do you believe it? If you hide your identity and go out to tell them the truth, they will definitely think you are a fool and even spit in your face.
saliva."
Xuan Zhongshan said thoughtfully: "The world of Jianghu is in need of such a person. After reading the beginning, I thought I had reached the end. He has always seen through everything, but he is as fragile as an ant. However, all living beings should have the meaning of his existence."
"You can see clearly, it seems that this trip has gained a lot." Xuan Yezi looked at him and said, "It's a pity. If I give you another Jiazi, my Xuan family may not be able to give birth to a Dacheng Sword King."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Xuan Zhongshan shook his head and said nothing.
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Shanwuju.
After drinking the last sip of Shanwu wine, Su Qinian stood up and left. What he got from the mouths of the three religions and nine streams was always the most superficial. He didn't have time to listen to these people spitting all over the sky. Sometimes these people are more cruel than you think.
Stubborn, if you go and say a few words to him, you will only attract contemptuous looks from pairs of people.
Therefore, few of these knight-errants can make a name for themselves in the world, and a thousand-year-old family is still a thousand-year-old family.
Xuan family land.
With Su Qin's current level of cultivation, as soon as the soul-deceiving technique was activated, he walked straight in and walked into the Xuan family's gate.
After enslaving a Xuan family protector, Su Qinian intercepted his memory and knew the entrance to the Xuan family's military pool, which was beside the Wuquan pool on the mountain.
The Shanwu Spring is as red as blood, and every drop is as thick as mercury. Su Qinian stared at the Shanwu Spring, ignoring the two deacons guarding it. It is worthy of being one of the top ten ancient springs. It is calm but full of scorching heat.
It means that the air is not rippled, and there is not even the slightest sign of distortion. It is extremely weird. However, Su Qinian feels that this spring pool cannot be entered lightly, and the spirit body is somewhat wary of it. It seems to be harmful to the spiritual will.
Not small.
The entrance to the Bingchi is right next to the mountain Wuquan, and it looks like a cave.
Walking down the ancient stone steps, the flames in the bronze lamps swayed. I don't know when the sky was dark, the air was much thinner, and it became cold, as if I had returned to the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter.
After walking down the nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, we finally stepped onto a piece of yellow land. There were ever-lasting lights here, and Shanwu Spring was introduced here. Roads were carved out on the yellow land, which may be as thin as a hair, or as thick as a hair.
The ravines on a person's waist are criss-crossed, just like the meridians of the human body.
The Xuan family’s military pool!
Su Qinian saw this pool of soldiers as if he had entered the heart of the human body. Even with his current knowledge, he had to admire the Xuan family's forging of soldiers.
The Shanwu Spring, one of the top ten ancient springs in the world, is used as the pool water to nourish and temper the weapons day and night. Looking at the thickness of the meridians on this earth, I am afraid it is also divided according to the height of the weapon. The needs are different, and the amount of natural pool water is also different.
Su Qinian soon saw the first piece of the Xuan family's hidden weapon. It was a large halberd, about one foot long, with a deep blue-black body, a sharp blade, and a splash of cold light that seemed to be able to pierce people's eyes.
The next traceless treasure soldier!
This is the tempered Shanwu Spring near the entrance of the military pool, only half the thickness of a little finger.
As he walked forward, Su Qinian couldn't help but take a deep breath. As expected of a family of master craftsmen with thousands of years of history, among the hundreds of Tibetan soldiers in this pool so far, not one of them had a broken hair or a sharp blade. At least.
They were all low-level traceless treasure soldiers. As he walked further, Su Qinian had already seen forty or fifty middle-level traceless treasure soldiers, and three or four high-level traceless treasure soldiers.
The military pool was very large. Under the Xuan family's land, Su Qinian could imagine that people in the martial arts world, especially the rangers, must be extremely yearning for this place.
However, after seeing the corpses at his feet, Su Qinian couldn't help but shake his head. Money and silk are very attractive. For people in the world, the secret book of magic weapons is the biggest temptation.
One high-level traceless treasure weapon, two high-grade traceless treasure soldiers, three high-grade traceless treasure soldiers...
After half a stick of incense, Su Qinian walked nearly two miles and saw no less than thirty high-level traceless treasure soldiers. They were all rooted in mountain springs as thick as an arm and could withstand the tempering of mountain springs.
With his spirituality, the weapons forged by the Xuan family are more agile than those forged by ordinary weapons craftsmen in the world.
After burning the incense, Su Qinian saw his first psychic weapon.
This is a huge sword that can be more than three feet tall. Its entire body is cast like a raging flame, entwined with blazing real fire. It is as red as blood and as pure as glass. It is surrounded by strands of sharp energy, outlining a ten-foot forbidden sword.
As soon as the territory approaches, they will be attacked by the sharp edge of the divine sword. Under the Yuan Shen, there are only a few people who can stop it.
"Good sword."
Su Qinian sighed in admiration. He was worthy of being the master craftsman of the Xuan family. This psychic sword alone showed the Xuan family’s heritage. It was said that the Xuan Zhongshan Mountain Meteor Sword ranked ninety-eighth on the weapon spectrum.
In Su Qinian's opinion, the divine sword in front of him was much more spiritual than the mountain meteor sword. He didn't know how many years he had been raised in the army and how much sharp sword power he had accumulated. If all of it burst out,
In Su Qinian's view, he would never be inferior to a master with a small amount of Yuan Shen.
"The little immortal also knows the art of forging and refining. He is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable."
At some point, an old man in linen clothes with gray hair came to him. With a smile on his face, he also looked at the giant sword in front of him and said: "Xuanchi Demon-Slaying Sword, made by the twelfth generation of the Xuan family's master craftsman.
, it took four years and nine days to forge the heart of jade-blood elixir and earth-fire fine gold from the ancient battlefield. On the day the sword was completed, the seven demon kings came. The twelve-generation master craftsman destroyed his own soul and killed the seven kings with his sword.
The soul was scattered in the sword, and the sword was sealed in the military pool from then on. It has been maintained for more than two thousand years, just waiting for the sword master to be born and kill all the monsters."
Su Qinian nodded, as if he was not surprised at all by the old man's appearance, and said: "It is difficult to forge a divine sword, and it is difficult to find its master."
The old man sighed after hearing this and said: "There are too many smart people in this world, so there are fewer and fewer people who can hold a sword. Everyone is watching, big eyes and small eyes. Can we really lead to a peaceful age?"
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"So here I am."
Su Qinian turned around, truly reflected the outline of the old man in front of him in his pupils, and said calmly: "The head of the Xuan family, the master craftsman Xuan Yezi."
"Little gods are little gods. It seems that the mountains have not been able to hide it from you," Xuan Yezi said with a smile, "I wonder what the little gods think of my Xuan family."
"If you are poor, you will be good for yourself; if you are rich, you will be good for the world."
Su Qinian's words were not impassioned, but Xuan Yezi showed a solemn look, pondered for a moment, and said: "Except for the high-ranking traceless treasure weapons and psychic magic weapons, the Xuan family's military pool can be
Dedicated to the Holy One."
At this moment, it was Su Qinian's turn to look surprised. He didn't expect that the head of the Xuan family would be so straightforward. From his point of view, there were no less than 2,000 soldiers under the top Wuhen treasure in the Xuan family's army.
, there are definitely not as few traceless treasured weapons in the world as imagined, and there are definitely not as many as imagined. Even a low-level traceless treasured weapon can sell at least ten thousand taels of snow silver. The Xuan family will donate it to the national treasury.
The number is no less than 20 million taels, not to mention that there are no less than 100 medium-level traceless treasure soldiers among them, that is, the family of divine craftsmen, even the most powerful people in the country will never be able to produce them at once.
Xuan Yezi's tone was solemn, and he said: "The little immortal should see it clearly. How can we, the millennium-old family, and the sect not see clearly? It is just the inheritance of the ancestors that lasts for thousands of years. It is not just the glory of the first generation ancestors, it is
The ancestors worked hard to leave a foundation for future generations. No one wants to bear infamy in their own generation. Of course, it may not last for eternity. The power of the saints has lasted through the ages. Everyone knows that the nine demon saints are not
He was killed, but was exiled into the turbulence of time and space. No one knows when he will return, but since the demon is gradually moving, it means there is not much time."
"Not many people are as understanding as Master Xuan."
Xuanyezi shook his head and said: "Many people understand, but they are just unwilling to admit that they deceived themselves, but it was the disciples who were killed. Xuanyezi has lived for so many years, and he has looked away. All these things have been added to
It doesn't matter if I am alone. After my life is over, who can remember me with a cup of loess? The smoke and clouds gather and disperse, and there will always be an end, but dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust."
Hearing these words, even Su Qinian's face showed a bit of solemnity and said: "I dare to ask where Elder Xuan Xi is."
"It's right here," Xuan Yezi sighed, "This is an old thing. I used to use very drastic methods in order to get a higher position. The Divine Craftsman's Record was left to him by the previous head of the family, but now the Xuan family is more
Yes, there are robberies in troubled times, and we need the guidance of the divine craftsman. As soon as the robbed weapons are completed, I will go into seclusion and concentrate on martial arts without caring about external things."
With a wave of his sleeve, he saw the invisible sword domain of the Black Red Demon-Slaying Sword melt away, the air twisted, and a thin old man appeared.
As soon as the old man opened his eyes, he moved and pressed his palm on Xuan Yezi's chest.
boom!
The old man flew out, smashed a mid-level traceless treasure weapon, and spat out a stream of blood.
"Master!"
Someone was shouting in the distance, but it seemed that someone was holding him back, but the old man stopped his hand after giving this slap, and his eyes swept over the old man coldly, saying: "You think you are telling me these words?
Is that enough? It’s just a record of divine craftsmen. If it hadn’t been a relic of my late father, the old man would never have set foot in the Xuan family again until he died.”
Immediately, the old man waved his hand, and a piece of crystal purple jade was thrown out and fell in front of Xuan Yezi. The old man snorted again, turned around and left.
Su Qinian didn't say a word until Xuanyezi stood up, held the inherited purple jade in both hands, came to Su Qinian, bowed and said: "In troubled times, a robber weapon must be controlled by a military master, so that it can overcome the thorns and thorns.
The Xuan family has no destiny to survive in this world, so we hope that the little gods can help us.” (Please recommend monthly tickets, Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps!) (To be continued.)