Daxu is a land blessed with natural splendor. At this moment, groups of people are busy. Such groups of people are only thousands of people, and each is busy with his or her own thing.
Logically speaking, it seems to be a very common thing for a group of people to be busy with their own affairs. However, this is the deepest part of the Sword Burial Domain, and it is known as the most dangerous place.
This is actually the land of Tianhua, and a group of people are busy. There is no killing or danger as imagined, but a group of people are busy working like an ordinary day. How can this not be allowed?
People are shocked.
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If we tell people that there is a group of people busy working in the deepest part of the Burial Sword Realm, in the ruins, I am afraid no one will believe it.
But, that is actually the case.
However, when seeing such a group of people in front of them, everyone will be shocked. This is not only because this is the deepest part of the Sword Burial Domain, but what is even more shocking is because this group of people in front of them,
If you look carefully, they are all the same person.
That’s right, the group of people busy here all look exactly the same.
Among this group of busy people, some are smelting, some are forging iron, some are sharpening blades, some are making fires, and some are blowing wind... In a word, this group of people is refining swords.
They are forging one divine sword after another. Each person in this group has a different job. Some are blowing wind, some are forging iron, and some are sharpening swords...
Among this group of people, some people divide the labor among each other, and some people work alone. From beginning to end, from smelting ore to sword-making, they complete it alone.
The most bizarre thing is that no matter what kind of work they do, this group of people who have different divisions of labor or who practice swordsmanship on their own, all look exactly the same. It can even be said that they are carved from the same mold.
Their demeanor and appearance are exactly the same, but what they do is not impulsive to each other and can be described as orderly.
If someone says that he saw a group of thousands of identical people forging iron and making swords with his own eyes, no one will believe it.
The most shocking thing is that, especially on top of Jian Abyss, if you have seen the middle-aged man throwing swords at Jian Abyss, you will definitely be extremely shocked when you see such a scene in front of you, without any words.
Describe the scene before you.
Because the group of thousands of people in front of them looked exactly like the middle-aged man in Jian Abyss. Later, when Li Qiye talked to the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man jumped into Jian Abyss without saying a word.
Looking at him, he looked like a middle-aged man with disheveled hair. The hair in front of his forehead fell down and spread over his face, covering most of his face.
Every middle-aged man wears soap-colored clothes. The clothes are very old and have turned white. Such clothes have been washed again and again. Because they have been washed too many times, they have not only faded, but are also almost gone.
It was washed and torn.
Such a middle-aged man looks a little poor, and his expression is a little lonely. He seems to be a poor man from a poor family, or a poor monk from a small sect.
The thousands of middle-aged men I saw in front of me were exactly the same as the middle-aged men who appeared in Jianyuan.
So, after seeing everything like this, anyone will find it too incredible and outrageous. If anyone else sees this scene in front of them, they will definitely think that it is not true and must be a deception or something.
In fact, even if you open your most powerful eyes and look at the scene in front of you, you will find that this is not a deception at all. The middle-aged man in front of you is indeed real and not a fictitious phantom.
The sound of "Dang, Dang, Dang" is endless. The middle-aged men in front of me are all working seriously. Whether it is smelting, blacksmithing, sword sharpening, or designing, every middle-aged man is working hard.
They are fully focused and meticulous, as if nothing or anything in the world can distract them.
Moreover, during this whole process, no matter which middle-aged man they are, whether they are metallurgy or sharpening swords, they all have a calm demeanor, not the kind of mechanized movements. Their every move is full of energy.
Rhythm, it can even be said that they enjoy every move they make and every effort they make.
Originally, smelting and forging iron is not something worth admiring, but what this group of middle-aged men are doing is very enjoyable and particularly beautiful.
Just imagine, a group of people are happy to work and enjoy what they do. What a wonderful thing it is. Whether it is smelting or blacksmithing, every action is full of joy and enjoyment.
Therefore, looking at the group of middle-aged men in front of you when they are busy will give you a feeling that you will never tire of it. It seems that every detail of what every middle-aged man does will make you have a great sensory experience.
Wonderful enjoyment.
Such a feeling is really difficult to describe. Only by experiencing it personally can you truly understand it.
However, when looking at the middle-aged men in front of them one after another, it will make people wonder which of the middle-aged men in front of them is the real person.
Although it is said that every middle-aged man in front of him is not an illusion, nor is it a deception, but it is certain that every middle-aged man in front of him is an incarnation. However, he has become unparalleledly powerful, and every incarnation seems to be an incarnation.
It's time to get as close to the real body as possible.
No matter how real the incarnation is, it is not the true body after all. There is only one true body.
So, among the thousands of incarnations of middle-aged men, all of which are exactly the same, how can we find out which one is the real person?
In fact, at this moment, no matter what kind of strong monk he is, no matter how powerful he is, if he opens his eyes and shines with the strongest strength, he will not be able to find out that the middle-aged man in front of him is the incarnation.
, because they are really too close to their real bodies.
Therefore, the strong men in the world simply cannot find the real body from these powerful and real incarnations. For many strong monks, every middle-aged man in front of them is a real body.
body.
Li Qiye smiled, watching the scene in front of him, watching them smelting, watching them forging iron, watching him sharpening his sword...
Looking at this, even if he watched it for a long time, Li Qiye seemed to be intoxicated in it, and seemed to have become one of them.
So, at this moment, Li Qiye stood there as if he was petrified. As time went by, he seemed to have integrated into the whole scene, as if he had unknowingly become a member of the group of middle-aged men.
Therefore, at this moment, all other sounds, all distracting thoughts, and all noises between heaven and earth disappeared. At this moment, there was only the sound of "dang, clang, clang" of middle-aged men forging iron, and the sound of sharpening swords.
With the sound of "Huo, Huo, Huo", at this moment, Li Qiye seemed to be one of them, busy with his own affairs.
Li Qiye walked into the crowd of middle-aged men, and any middle-aged man present never looked at Li Qiye. It was as if Li Qiye was just one of them, not a stranger who broke in rashly.
Finally, Li Qiye walked up to a middle-aged man, and the sound of "Huo, Huo, Huo" came into his ears. At this moment, the middle-aged man was sharpening the divine sword in his hand.
This divine sword is harder than imagined, so no matter how hard you try to sharpen it, it will only open a small opening after a long time.
Although this divine sword is unimaginably hard, this middle-aged man is still so persistent, concentrating on sharpening the divine sword in his hand again and again, and during the polishing process, he is still
It's not about taking a look at the polishing level of the Excalibur.
Even if he can only move a little bit at a time, this middle-aged man is still concentrating on it, as if nothing can disturb him.
Li Qiye watched the middle-aged man polishing the long sword in his hand and sharpening it bit by bit. It seemed that it would take thousands of years, tens of thousands or even longer to sharpen this divine sword. However, the middle-aged man
The man didn't feel slow or impatient at all, but enjoyed it.
"The sword has no edge, but the Tao has an edge, that's okay." Li Qiye said calmly as he watched the middle-aged man polish the divine sword.
“Sand, sand, sand.” The middle-aged man was polishing the divine sword in his hand. After polishing it again and again, he picked it up and took a look at the blade, and then continued polishing it.
It seems that the middle-aged man did not hear what Li Qiye said. Li Qiye was also very patient and watched the middle-aged man polishing the divine sword.
Such a boring action, but the middle-aged man enjoys it very much.
I don’t know how long it took before the middle-aged man said: “Why don’t you have a sharp edge?”
It is such a simple four words, but when spoken by a middle-aged man, it is full of the rhythm of the great road, as if the sound of the great road is echoing in the ears for a long time.
Li Qiye couldn't help but smile and said: "If you have an edge, you will have an edge."
The middle-aged man was still polishing the divine sword in his hand, and did not raise his head or look at Li Qiye, as if Li Qiye was not standing next to him.
However, the middle-aged man said: "I want to have an edge."
This sentence came out of the mouth of a middle-aged man, and it still only consisted of four words. However, as soon as these four words were spoken, it was like being cut down by the sharpest sword in the world. No matter how invincible the god or how peerless the supreme being,
When these four words were slashed down, he was cut in half, dripping with blood.
However, Li Qiye stood there from beginning to end, unaffected by the middle-aged man's sword.