The wind blows the clouds away, and the clouds stay here, spiral down, condense into clear water and fall into the pool. The pool is full and overflows, turning into a stream meandering through.
Passing the pavilion, there are Confucian scholars drinking cups in the pavilion; crossing the small bridge, you can see the vast sea of clouds on the bridge; passing the cliff, under the cliff, a section of thick iron is embedded in the cliff stone.
As the water falls down the cliff, you can hear the constant dripping sound. Looking down, you can see the water beating against the rough iron, leaving traces of it over time.
It is the second of the three wonders of the green mountains outside the mountain: Dripping Cliff!
Shanzuo heard the sound and said: "Friend, how is your weapon forged?"
In the strange scene of falling clouds, a voice said: "The clouds are clear and turbid, and the water droplets are like hammers. After years of grinding and forging, they have acquired their shape. However, the spirit has not been developed, the edge has not been opened, and the charm of the sword is still missing."
"This piece of thick iron is neither gold, nor stone, nor wood. I have read through two volumes of "History of Strange Objects" and six volumes of "Zhang Yuqing Weapon Refining", but I can't find a name for it and can't forge it. My friend is obsessed with this. Isn't it a waste of time?
There are many famous utensils in the mountains and rivers, so you can choose from them."
"Weapons to me are just the icing on the cake, you can have them with or without them. But it is this piece of thick iron that arouses my interest. Instead, I look forward to what the scene will be like when the sword is made."
Shan Zuo laughed and scolded, saying: "Ah, boring fun."
After the topic was over, each of them remained silent and quietly looked at the scene behind the mountains, with white clouds filling the sky and the sky, and the wind blowing coolly, making the air chilly.
Suddenly, purple air comes from the east, the sun rises into the sky, its clear brilliance shines, and light appears in the world.
At the foot of the mountain, a disciple came and shouted, "Disciple Yumu, pay your respects to Shanzuo and Chuanzuo."
The voice from the mountain seat said: "What's the matter?"
Yumu replied: "There is a rumor in the world that three days later, on the tenth day of the fifth lunar month, the world will be divided into two major sacred artifacts: the Xuanyuan Sword and the Kongtong Seal."
"Who organized it? Where did the news come from?"
"I don't know yet."
"I already know, go down."
"Yes, disciple, resign."
In the green mountains outside the mountain, in the pavilion, Shanzuo was furious and said: "He must be secretly evil and evil, trying to seize the human race's sacred weapons and steal the country and the country. It is really outrageous for both gods and gods."
"That being the case, just take it."
"Hmm..." The sudden sound caused the mountain seat to look over, and saw a strange scene of clouds descending. The clouds suddenly opened from the center, and in the misty clouds, a person was seen walking out slowly.
If you look closely, you can see that he is wearing a green robe with red and white sleeves; he has blue eyes and sharp eyebrows, breathing in the clouds and rainbows.
The clouds turned into rainbows, and the sword light shot up into the sky. With a slash across the sky, it split a hundred miles of sea of clouds, and I was shocked to see the blue sky.
Blue sky, blue sky, blue sky, blue sky in the sky, the light of hope reappears in the world.
In the blue sky, a knife cuts across the sky. It is beyond the realm of dust and reality. When you first look at it, it is sharp and sharp; when you look at it again, the light of the knife is hidden.
Then I heard him say: "My good friend Lin Xianzhi, you go first, I will arrive soon."
After that, he stepped out of the mountain and crossed into the void.
At this moment, the thick iron from the cliff rose up from the stone, shaped like a knife, heavy and clumsy without an edge, flying up into the sky. A green silk descended from the sky, wrapped it up, then spun back down again, carrying the green shirt on its back.
Shanzuo was puzzled and said: "My friend Qing Yi Ke, where are you going?"
"Looking for a ray of light."
Tsing Yi Ke, Tsing Yi Ke, who just broke out and became the first swordsman in the Ghost Realm. He has been quiet for a long time. Now he comes out again. His sword skills and cultivation are even more advanced.
What kind of changes will the entry of a peerless swordsman bring to this turbid martial arts world and the chaotic human world? What kind of blue sky road will it lead to?
The figure gradually moved further and further away, and was gradually submerged by the blowing clouds. Only the sound echoed.
Hearing him reciting the poem number, he said:
"It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, and the sword will be full of glory and respect for heaven.
I ask you to measure it, who in the world dares to try it?"
When the sound fell, the person had turned into a blue light and disappeared from the sky.
When people leave, the sea of clouds and white clouds return, covering up the strange phenomena in the blue sky and returning to normal.
In the pavilion, Shan Zuo stood up and said: "It's time for me to leave, well... let's go to the endless world of learning first."
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"The ancient roads in the wilderness are filled with dust and sand, and swords and armors travel to the ends of the world.
The passionate poems and wines are endless, and the drunkenness gives rise to dreams of butterflies and empty regrets!"
Xiao Xiao Ancient Road, who recited the poem?
A man in green clothes walked slowly through the wilderness. The wind blew sand and dust, making it difficult to see the way ahead. He could only vaguely see the end of the wilderness, and a man dressed in red came towards him. When he got closer, he saw him pinching a maple leaf, lowering his head and frowning.
For a moment, they lost their bodies, glanced at each other, and left.
After walking for a long time, we arrived in front of a towering peak. Looking up, we saw straight into the sea of clouds. It was the peak of the sea of clouds.
The peak of the sea of clouds, the peak of the sea of clouds, the peak of the sea of clouds that few people in the world have visited since Diyang and the fragrance of white lotus.
But I saw a man in green clothes, climbing up the stairs in the air, as if there were stone stairs under his feet, soaring step by step, and in a blink of an eye, he had entered the sea of clouds and reached the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, clouds and mist filled the air, as misty as immortals. When you look closely, you can see a giant god pushing aside the clouds and mist, revealing the majestic Tianmen. Behind the Tianmen, there are countless floating fairyland palaces. You can occasionally see cranes carrying immortals flying by, and you can occasionally see celestial horses herding the sky...
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The giant god suddenly stopped in front of him and shouted: "Bold mortal, you are spying on the fairyland, why don't you retreat?"
The guest in Tsing Yi frowned and kept his hands behind his back.
The giant god was furious and stretched out his giant palm to strike down. His power was as powerful as a god, as if he was being punished by heaven to be destroyed.
The man in green looked as usual, calm and composed. He turned his back and let his huge palm press down without making any movement.
The huge palm pressed past me, but I didn't feel the power of heaven, but I felt the white clouds caressing my body, which washed away the turbid air.
The sword energy around him moved, and in an instant, the heavenly gate, the palace, the fairyland, the giant gods, etc., were all like bubbles in a dream, annihilated and dissipated.
At this moment, another weak voice was heard, saying: "Guest in Qingyi, are you here?"
The guest in green clothes suddenly changed his expression and turned around. There was a white cloud blocking the way. Just when he was thinking about whether to break the formation with force, he saw the white cloud opening up from the middle, revealing a passage.
He followed the path, walking among the white clouds, reaching deep into the depths, feeling the pure and holy gathering of spiritual energy, wrapping around the two figures, one large and one small, healing the injured body.
Exactly: Holy Aunt Phoenix Lord Cinnabar and Jun Xuanyuan.
The guest in green clothes came forward and said: "Disciple pays homage to Master. How could Master's injury be so serious?"
With a glance at the green eyes of the guest in green clothes, he knew that his veins were broken, his blood was withered, his soul was injured, and he also had the aura of Yunlong, the aura of white lotus, and an inexplicable aura of evil spirit, competing and stalemate in his body. If he kept going like this, his life would be near.
Yes.
However, he was not knowledgeable in medical skills and did not dare to take action easily. He had no choice but to sigh.
The Holy Girl said: "No need to be too polite. In the battle in the Holy City that day, I destroyed the Xuanyuan Sword and the Kongtong Seal, but they backfired and fell into the clutches of the devil. Alas, it's okay not to tell me. First, why are you here?" p>
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The guest in Qingyi said: "A few days ago, a ray of dawn shone on the green mountains outside the mountain. I came here to find out what happened."
The holy aunt sighed and said happily: "I never thought that a wisp of the innate divine emperor's energy that I condensed shot through the sea of clouds and actually attracted you to come. It's God's will."
"Why does the master forcefully send out the aura of the innate divine emperor to attract people here?"
"A secret, a secret related to the human race's supreme dragon energy."
"Hmm...Supreme Dragon Qi?"
"Yes. In the past, my brother, Emperor Xuanyuan, defeated Emperor Chi, established tribunals in the world, and achieved the throne of human emperor. Then he used his innate divine emperor energy to gather the energy of unification of the human race and transformed it into the supreme dragon energy to suppress the human race.
Fortune."
The holy aunt was seriously injured and took a breath, then said: "However, during the battle with Emperor Chi, my brother was infected by Emperor Chi's evil spirit, which caused the innate God Emperor's energy to be contaminated, so that the dragon's energy was impure and infected with the evil energy. He
He didn't dare to destroy it easily, and he suffered heavy injuries, so he had no choice but to seal it under the enfeoffment stage of the world.
Not long ago, I went to observe and noticed that the dragon energy was taking shape and becoming demonic, and I knew that the human race was in disaster. As expected, the holy city was attacked and I was in trouble. At this moment, the world may also be in chaos."
The guest in green clothes nodded and said: "The Holy City was defeated in the first battle, the master's wife disappeared, and the world was in chaos. Hundreds of cities were fighting and fighting, and the people were in dire straits."
"It's true. The Supreme Dragon Qi is related to the destiny of the human race. I can only ask you, Qingyi Guest."
"The branch is supposed to be. It's just the demonic state of the supreme dragon energy. How to solve it?"
The holy aunt shook her head and said: "I don't know either."
The man in green clothes thought deeply and said: "That's all, I'll see you later. Well... Jun Xuanyuan's soul will be restored, and I want to take him down to the top of the sea of clouds, with my sword at my side."
"But, being by your side makes me feel relieved and productive."
"Of course. Idiot, you haven't woken up yet!"
The man in green pointed at the center of Jun Xuanyuan's eyebrows, stimulating his soul to wake up. After a moment, Jun Xuanyuan opened his eyes, looked around, and said: "Auntie, are you injured? Is it serious? Sword Master, why are you here?
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The Holy Girl said: "It's okay, just adjust your breath a little. Go with your Sword Master, you are the son of Emperor Xuanyuan, and your future should be as good as Emperor Xuanyuan's."
"Aunt..."
The guest in Tsing Yi said: "Idiot, come with me. Master, the guest in Tsing Yi leaves."
The guest in Tsing Yi bowed slightly and walked out. Jun Xuanyuan called his aunt and left with the guest in Tsing Yi reluctantly.
Although he is naive, he is not stupid. His aunt's injury is definitely not a trivial matter. Finding a top doctor to treat her is the first priority.
"Go, go."
The guest in green swung his sword, and the white clouds turned into swords. Carrying the two of them, the sea of clouds rushed towards the Tianxia Enfeoffment Platform.
Halfway through the journey, I suddenly saw the sea of clouds surging in front of me, and a giant cloud-like arm stretched out, supporting the sea of clouds, and stood up.
It's like lying on the sea of clouds, just waking up from a deep sleep; it's like the sea of clouds is a pool, bathing and playing. It's as big as a mountain, and its power is like a god.
It was the Dharma Appearance of the God in the Sea of Clouds who was coming again. He blocked the way of the guest in green clothes and heard him say: "Friend, would you like to lend me a sword?"
The man in green frowned, pointed to the sky, and said: "I have a sword of the blue sky, which can cut the sky and split the sky. Is this the sword?"
The God of Yunhai shook his head and said: "No."
The man in green pointed at his back and said again: "There is another knife that exceeds the limit. It reaches the pinnacle of the sword world and is proud of the world. Let's test the edge. Is this the knife?"
"No."
The guest in green clothes pondered, pointed down and said: "I still have a cloud knife handle, which can clear the road and remove the turbidity, and kill evil spirits and traitors."
The God of Yunhai was overjoyed and said: "Of course."
"What's the point of borrowing a knife?"
"Behead one person."
"Who?"
"The leader of the demon tribe, Guyun, is missing!"