"No, no, no, it's not about money. I just want to ask if you have any magical weapons... that you can pass on to your disciples?"
"Don't think that I don't know what your idea is. It's just something you want to sell."
"Then you can't leave me nothing... After all, I am also your apprentice. What if I am beaten to death because of debts? It is a small matter if the apprentice dies, but if word gets out, you will lose face.
, that would be a big deal..."
"It makes sense to hear what you say..."
"So Master, do you think?"
"But I still have no money. The immortal artifacts you want have already been taken away by others, and I don't have any that I can sell."
"All my efforts were wasted!"
"but……"
"But what?"
"I still have some broken swords here, maybe they can be used."
"Who wants this junk?"
"That's not necessarily true. They were all famous swords in the world. Even if they are scrap metal, I don't know how many people are rushing to get them."
"Famous sword? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"Hey, how long have you lived? There are so many things you have never seen before. When they dominated the world, where were the ancestors of your Zuo family?"
"Is it really as magical as you say? Come and take a look."
"Here."
Hua Tuo raised his chin, and dozens of hurried wind sounds immediately sounded behind Ye Long. He turned around and saw those famous swords shining with various colors flying towards him, and then lined up in a row less than one step away from him.
.
Each of these swords surprised him. They exuded their own unique aura, either sharp or long, which was unusual at first sight.
However, these swords are all incomplete, some seem to have been chopped off diagonally, leaving only half a broken sword without an edge, and some seem to have had the hilt cut off, leaving the dark blade empty.
, and some seemed to have been shattered alive, turning into several pieces hanging in the air.
Ye Long looked over one by one and found that none of them were intact. The original outlines of all of them could only be seen by the light on them.
"How did these swords become like this?"
"This goes back to a distant battle..."
Hua Tuo pondered for a while and finally said:
"Hundreds of years ago, an ancient evil sword flowed out of a historic site and fell into the hands of the devil. It was specially used to kill famous swords. The monks holding the famous sword were targeted one by one, and many of them were damaged.
Swords, swordsmen at that time were always talking about swords, and everyone was in danger.
"Later, dozens of famous swordsmen in the world, together with me, decided to take action against this evil sword. It was an extremely brutal battle. Dozens of famous swords in the world, and dozens of famous swordsmen, after the war
One by one they fell, and these swords were seriously damaged in the battle.
"Your master and I were the only ones who survived this battle, so I collected all their remaining swords, and some fragments of the swords were scattered to all corners of the continent. Before the sect was captured, I continued to
I have to look for them. As long as I find them, I can revive these swords."
"Over the years, I have relied on the sword soul to sense some things. I could have gathered them all very quickly, but it's a pity..."
Ye Long looked at these famous swords and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
"Why, you want to collect them too?"
"No, I was wondering how much these broken swords are worth?"
"roll."
Ye Long was kicked out of the space by Hua Tuo. He opened his eyes and lay down on the bed.
However, before Ye Long was kicked out by Hua Tuo, Hua Tuo threw Ye Long a book with four big characters on it, "The Strange History of Tiangong".
"What book is this?"
Ye Long didn't know the purpose of the book Hua Tuo gave him, but after seeing the first page, Ye Long understood.
"So this is the magic weapon that master gave me to highlight this Chonghua Palace!"
However, he at least knew that Hua Tuo did have some good things here. Although they were useless to him now, they might be useful in the future...
After a tiring day of cultivation, Ye Long fell into a deep sleep on the bed.
He dreamed that the dozens of famous swords he saw were all following him intact. As long as he gave the order, they would all fly forward. No one in the world dared to take it, and everyone who saw it was frightened...
Three days later, Ye Long's room was almost filled with a small sailboat, and under the boat was the little Taoist boy beside Hua Tuo.
"Ye Long, the ship is ready!" the Taoist boy wiped the sweat from his head.
The flaming ship is a ship that can travel on land, water, and air. It can travel thousands of miles in a day. This strange object recorded in the "History of Heavenly Works" has never been built because it kills too much. Today I can finally see it!
The whole red flame-like hull, three huge red masts, and the most dazzling thing is the huge sail made of the tail feathers of three flaming birds. The whole red color surrounds the ship, as if the ship is in the sky.
It's like burning.
"Ye Long, go and come back quickly, the people are still waiting for you!" The Taoist boy looked at me solemnly.
"Screw you, stop looking at me with such serious eyes, you are not a serious person!" I patted Taotong on the head, picked up Tianqing, and flew onto the boat!
"Bon voyage!" the Taoist boy waved his hammer and shouted loudly!
"With the flaming ship, I will be able to reach the demon world soon, don't worry!" After saying that, Ye Long made a lucky move with one hand, and the flaming ship took off!
The flame ship does not need manpower to move. As long as the helmsman inputs spiritual power regularly, it will move to where it wants to go. The only drawback is that there is no one coming and going in the sky, not even anyone to chat. Ye Long feels a little bit a little bit.
Lonely, I had to play hide and seek with Tian Qing to pass the time every day.
In the next few days, it got colder and colder as we walked. Ye Long was able to withstand it a little thanks to his true energy protection, but then he couldn't stand it anymore. He could only curl up in his arms to keep warm and didn't want to go anywhere.
In the northern pole, the extreme north of the world, after Nuwa patched up the sky, she trapped the gods and demons outside the sky, assigned the eastern swamp to the demon clan, assigned the western mountains to the fairies, and assigned the southern inlets to the sea clan.
Only in the north, although there are rare treasures, the cold is unbearable and all races are unwilling to live there. The remaining gods and demons begged Nuwa for shelter. Nuwa could not bear to drive them all out, so she agreed to their request.
However, he was worried that they would cause harm to other races, so he made a three-year agreement with them that they would not be able to leave the north for the rest of his life, and he would use a piece of sky-mending gravel to suppress the north.
Ye Long looked through "The Strange History of Tiangong" boredly. In fact, he had already memorized this book backwards, but the closer he got to the north, the more uneasy he felt, so he couldn't help but take out the book and read it again.
, I’m afraid I’ve missed something!
The Northern Pole mentioned in the book is not at the northernmost point of the North, but in the middle. The reason why it is called the Pole is because it is extremely cold, so cold that even the descendants of ancient gods and demons cannot approach it. All those who want to approach it,