Qin Yue'er was lying on the stone bed, next to a gold wine goblet and a luminous cup filled with grape wine, and the Phoenix Baoqin was placed on the platform for praying for good luck.
She looked into the distance, where clouds were lingering, and several yellow cranes flew through the clouds with intermittent calls, blocking the dazzling sun.
Occasionally, a few gusts of breeze ruffled the light plain clothes she wore today.
A female guard wearing armor who was as heroic as the male generals in the army came towards her bamboo pavilion holding a wooden box in both hands. The wooden box was six feet long, four feet wide and about two feet thick.
It weighs less. And the female guard's steps are steady, as if this big wooden box only weighs two or three.
She walked to the pavilion, knelt down on one knee, stood the big wooden box beside her, and said respectfully: "Master, the time has come?"
Qin Yue'er shook her head. She carefully stared at the yellow cranes that were about to become stars. The nails of the thumb and middle finger of her right hand touched each other, and her slightly frown finally unfolded.
She, Qin Yue'er, finally made the decision, stood up, and walked to the prayer platform with bare feet.
The female guard stood up and easily lifted a stone stool in the bamboo pavilion and put it in front of the stage. Qin Yue'er straightened her clothes and sat down. She took a long breath, was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "A broken heart, the end of the world."
Where can I find a confidant? Since Ru Ge risked his life for me before, and even killed him... It doesn’t matter if he didn’t say anything, but now he is willing to give up his hatred for me. If I don’t help him, who can help him? "
"Master, your eyes..."
"Needless to say, I asked you to send a letter to Senior Wu Chang, can you do it?"
The female guard nodded, and Qin Yue'er asked again: "How would Senior Wu Chang answer?"
"Senior just ordered the boy next to him to drink liquor. Senior doesn't care about the Lord's affairs, so..."
Before she could finish speaking, Qin Yue'er smiled knowingly when she heard the result. Although Qin Yue'er was not one of the top three beauties on the Xi Shi list, her beauty was enough to captivate a country. This smile came from the heart, seriously.
Beautiful.
"Burn incense and sacrifice swords!"
The female guard shook her head helplessly, and had no choice but to obey her instructions, and took the big wooden box over and placed it in front of the prayer platform.
The large wooden box slowly unfolded and was divided into four pieces and laid flat on the praying platform.
Except for the first wooden box that contains four swords, the other three wooden boxes each contain three swords. These thirteen swords in total have different styles, but they have two things in common.
First, the scabbards of these thirteen swords are all extremely simple willow wood scabbards. They are so simple that there are no fancy patterns. The ones that are different are different in length, width and thickness, and the names of the swords engraved on the scabbards are different. Secondly,
, each sword has unparalleled sword energy, and the same ferocity is so strong that people can still feel pain on their skin even though they are three feet away.
It can't be said that all thirteen swords are full of violent energy. Two of the swords have a strong sword energy, but there is no violent energy at all. Instead, an inexplicable force forces the other eleven swords to not unsheath themselves and bite the master.
Qin Yue'er took out a sword from the third wooden box and pulled the sword out of its scabbard. The sword was about 2 feet and 5 inches long. The blade was divided into four sides and was no more than two fingers wide.
This sword has a peculiar appearance. The hilt is shaped like a thin horse's tail, and the sword base is shaped like an auspicious cloud.
She stared at the sword for a long time, and finally sheathed the sword and put it back, but smiled bitterly and said: "Sanqing, Sanqing, you are truly a soulmate that is so hard to find. I am no longer here, but your skinny horse is still the same."
Protect him."
After saying that, Qin Yue'er raised her right hand and started to play the guqin.
The sound of the piano was green but sad and tragic. Suddenly, Qin Yue'er tugged on the strings of the piano, shouting out the name of a sword with a murderous tone in her voice.
"The sky!"
I saw a Taoist sword in a wooden box. The blade was engraved with Taoist patterns. The long sword with a Tai Chi seat broke free from the scabbard and flew up on its own. It spun around a few times in the air and then floated six feet away from the Qinian Platform.
The seven-foot position.
"white crane!"
There was another sound, and a long sword with a hilt and blade no more than two fingers thick flew out of another wooden box. The sword looked like a fairy sword, with dark lines on the hilt like feathers, but the sword body was the color of white crane feathers.
, there is a hole at the tail of the sword, and in the hole hangs a red coral bead the size of a thumbnail.
Similarly, after flying out of the wooden box, it flew back and forth in the air several times, and was suspended six or seven feet away from the praying platform. The coral beads in the hole continued to rotate, and the sound they made was like the roar of a crane.
"Skinny horse!"
Then, the 2-foot-5 sword that Qin Yue'er took out and put back before also flew out. This sword was clever and flew straight to the place where it should stop. It was not like the first two swords that were still swinging up and down in the air.
, it floats quietly in the air, like a still life.
Then "Lingshuang", "Impermanence", "Peach Demon", "Fangsheng", "Ximing", "Qingzhe", "Black Crow", "Shanhe Yimeng", "Plucking Wei Ax" and "Little Cang Dog", a total of ten swords were also heard.
Until the name flew out of the wooden box, whirled happily in the air and then flew to the place where it should stop.
Thirteen swords emit strong sword aura and are of different colors. Looking from a distance, it looks like the prayer platform is wrapped in colorful clouds.
The female guard looked at the thirteen famous swords in front of her and swallowed unconsciously. She instinctively clenched her fist with her right hand. It turned out that this was the power that the Venerable was forced to hide.
For four hours, one master and one servant, one playing the piano and the other standing sideways to guard, the sound of the piano did not stop, and the person standing did not move an inch. It is really unimaginable that there was no rest for four hours, and the two women had no food or water. It was such a torment.
How did you survive?
The moment the sound of the piano stopped, Qin Yue'er spurted a mouthful of blood on the strings, and then she lay limply on the Phoenix piano.
The female guard hurriedly stepped forward and looked at Qin Yue'er's face, which was extremely pale and made people feel distressed. Female
The guard bit his lower lip with his teeth, not knowing what to say.
At the same time, with the sound of "rustling", thirteen famous swords fell to the ground one after another and were inserted into the stone slab.
"Bu Zhe, go check it out quickly. Has the Thirteen Hate been unblocked?"
The female guard who was replaced by Fu Zhen felt sullen but could not express her feelings. She had no choice but to respond and run away quickly.
He was still ten steps away from the Thirteen Hate, but he felt the sword energy coming like a flying knife, slicing open the armor on his body.
There were also a few shallow cuts on the chest, face and back of the hands. Looking at the Thirteen Hatreds again, I couldn't help but open my eyes wide. These thirteen famous swords were unparalleled in sharpness, and their white light was better than the Pearl of the East China Sea.
She stretched out her hand to touch the ax with blades of different thicknesses on both sides, but the ax emitted a deadly sword energy that could not be blocked by the aura.
The sword energy was approaching, but two more sword energy attacked. One of them scattered the sword energy that was attacking the unbreakable Caiwei ax, and the other directly hit the sword base of the Caiwei ax. Only then did the Caiwei ax calm down.
Looking at other famous swords, they emit light of different colors with varying brightness and the sword energy. After a moment, the light of the sword energy converges back to the sword body, and it is as quiet as an ordinary sword.
Bu Zhe looked in the direction in which the sword energy was flying, and saw that one of the two swords was a thin horse, and the other was an impermanence.
She treated the two swords as if they were two living people, cupping her fists and saluting.
Bu Zhe pulled out the ax from the stone slab. Good guy, I held this sword in my hand and weighed it with my hands. I estimate it weighs about twenty kilograms.
Looking carefully, this sword is also strange. Although the blades on both sides are sharp, the difference in thickness between the left and right blades is close to one to two. Fu Zhe swung the sword a few times, and Wei Wei understood why this sword was obviously a sword.
But the name is Weiwei Ax.
She held the ax with both hands, walked back to the wooden box, and put it back into its corresponding scabbard.
When Zang Buzhe was about to go back and get the second sword, he instinctively glanced to one side, kept moving, and stood in front of Qin Yue'er like lightning.
I saw her crossing her arms to block, and the next moment, she heard the sound of metal colliding, "bang". When she looked no further, her feet had actually stepped into the stone slab, and the iron wrist guards on her arms were also struck by this.
One blow cracked it.
Bu Zhe took off her wrist guard and threw it out of the bamboo pavilion, then moved her right hand to the right side of her waist, where she hid a short knife.
Bu Zhe frowned, his expression was unrelenting, and his eyes kept moving up and down, left and right.
Hearing another sound of breaking wind, he quickly drew his sword and slashed with fierce eyes.
It's a pity, it's a pity, the power of this blow was not reduced, and her short sword ended up with her left and right iron wrist guards, and the blade was shattered.
Bu Zhe glanced at the remaining hilt of the knife in his hand, discarded it directly on the ground, made fists with both hands, and assumed a posture to defend against the enemy.
Looking like this, she does look like a brave female general on the battlefield. The heroism and murderous intention between her eyebrows have already made people shudder. But who can figure out her heart, but I have already secretly cursed the idiots in Duobao Pavilion for their unreliability.
Naturally, I also greeted the entire family of Duobao Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, Xia Mingzi, young and old.
But the sound is still and steady, and even though the sound is silent, it travels very far.
"Who dares to sneak into my Muhan Tower!"
The person who came was a rat who had no choice but to show his face. He only heard laughter coming from the distance. Looking again, this shocked Buzhe. Qin Yue'er couldn't help but glance at it. The person who came was indeed a good match.
.
Only three people from Yuankong were seen, wearing blue and white robes, headed by an old man with white beard and hair, flying towards them with swords.
It was actually a sword-controlling skill, and even Qin Yue'er had only heard Ying Ruge mention it to Elder Bai Wuchang, but had never actually seen it. Now her eyes had been opened, and three people came to visit at once.
Qin Yue'er is not an immortal cultivator, so she doesn't understand. But Ying Ruge is an immortal cultivator, and a cultivator with extraordinary immortal roots.
After Ying Ruge learned how to control spirits at the age of fifteen, she used the essence and blood of Qu'er to transform into a phoenix as a mount, traveling between heaven and earth with utmost ease.
At that time, Ying Ruge also popularized to Qin Yue'er the various ways of cultivating immortals, and that all things have animism. His phoenix was taken from Qu'er's blood essence and blood, and he integrated it into the spiritual talisman, which was equivalent to Ying Ruge developing a technique himself.
Similarly, he was riding a phoenix. Naturally, there were also people riding Pegasus and Tengu. I even heard that there was an old turtle more than ten feet in size in the north that could soar into the clouds and ride in the mist. Ying Ruge also said that he had seen an immortal family in the East China Sea who used the Canglong as his weapon.
ride.
Qin Yue'er is also a girl, so naturally she also likes those little novels about talented people, beauties, immortals and heroes. In those books, they often fly with swords, and a flying sword can take people's heads thousands of miles away.
Qin Yue'er also asked Ying Ruge if she knew about flying swords, but Ying Ruge laughed out loud and explained because she was unhappy.
All things have animism, this is the fundamental, but the sword is a dead thing, how can you control an inanimate thing?
If you are flying with a sword, then the sword has one of the most basic requirements, which is that the flying sword must have spirit.
The formation of the spirit of the flying sword is nothing more than three. One is that the sword spirit is introduced when the sword is forged; the other is that the sword absorbs the souls of the dead as spirits; the third is that the sword and the sword owner become indistinguishable over time and become inseparable.
The sword spirit is nourished by Qi.
Later, a madman named Linghu Changkong appeared in the world. This madman challenged the famous swordsmen in the world. These swordsmen must have a prerequisite, and their swords must be spiritual things.
It was also because of Linghu Changkong that Qin Yue'er once thought that the Spiritual Flying Sword was actually quite cheap. But later she discovered that although Ying Ruge could control the Spiritual Sword and make it fly around according to his thoughts, it would require
Like the phoenix under his crotch, Ying Ruge probably failed six to seven hundred times before finally giving up.
The three swordsmen in broad robes lightly jumped off their flying swords and stepped on the mountain and the ground. The flying swords they originally stepped on were as clever as cats and dogs flying back to the scabbards behind their backs.
"Who is coming?"
The leader, the old man, had a long gray beard and an immortal spirit. He stroked his long beard and said in his mouth: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, girl, we are here just to get the sword, why are you so murderous?"
Bu Zhe snorted coldly and said: "I dare to ask if those two deadly sword energies were also a joke of the old man?"
The old man with a long gray beard laughed loudly, laughed two or three times, and flicked his fingers. His face remained smiling, but his tone sounded like an order: "Spiritual swords are not meant for mortals. We are just here to take them back for the immortals."
"What a joke, Thirteen Hate belongs to the Venerable in my building, what does it have to do with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his Yuan without losing any effort. Grass clippings and gravel flew around him, and he struck hard with his right fist. The sound of the fierce fist breaking through the wind was deafening. Qin Yue'er in front of the prayer platform frowned slightly, and the three broad-robed people
The swordsman's face remained the same, as if he had never put Fu Zhe in his eyes.
"I have a sword that can shock
Mountains and rivers!”
"I have a sword that can cover up the sun and the moon!"
"I have a sword that can shake the world!"
After making a lot of nonsense, the three of them said in unison: "Little girl, are you really not going to withdraw your fist strength?"
How could Bu Zhe pay attention to such arrogant words? He pressed forward with one step, and his fist strength was even more powerful.
Unexpectedly, like the rays of light shining, the figures of the three broad-robed swordsmen did not move. They were knocked six or seven feet away and embedded in the stone wall. Their armors were shattered, and blood dripped from the corners of their mouths. They were dying.
I tried my best to reach out my hand, but my fingers couldn't move, I couldn't make a sound, and what I saw in front of me was getting darker and darker.
The three of them all looked at Qin Yue'er. The old man still stroking his beard asked with a smile: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, does this beautiful girl like an immortal understand how precious life is?"
"Are you from the Tianxia Sword Sect?"
Although it was a question, there was a lot of contempt in his tone. Qin Yue'er took a deep breath and touched the strings with her slender fingers.
The next moment, thirteen famous swords trembled and made bursts of sword sounds.
One of them took the brunt and flew out from the stone slab, attacking the three uninvited guests.
It looked like the Changkong Sword that looked like a Tai Chi Dao sword.
Seeing the power of this sword, Qin Yue'er's lips turned into a knowing smile. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, Old Sword Immortal Changkong, Old Sword Immortal, are you really integrating your soul into your natal spiritual sword and intending to protect Yue'er?
There were Bagua patterns of different sizes around the Changkong Sword, and two sword auras, black and white, wrapped around the sword body. After a while, the two sword auras, black and white, turned into two large carps in black and white. These two black and white carp wrapped around the Changkong Sword on one side.
, while making a slight dragon roar.
When the leader of the long-bearded old man saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but shine with light, and he quickly stroked his beard a few times and laughed out loud. On his side, the youngest-looking black-bearded and black-haired swordsman also laughed out loud.
, couldn't help but admire: "What a sword, what a sword, senior brother, why not give this sword to your junior brother?"
The old man with a long beard nodded. When the swordsman with black beard and black hair saw that his senior brother was right, he placed his left hand on his lower back, put the two fingers of his right hand together and shouted, the flying sword behind him unsheathed and flew out, directly facing the Changkong Sword.
I saw the Changkong Sword and this yellowish flying sword fighting in the air for more than ten rounds, gradually showing their peak, and the black and white carps were gradually dispersed by the yellowish sword light emitted by the flying sword.
Goodbye, the flying sword charged up a blow and hit the sword base with the Eight Trigrams pattern of the Sky Sword, causing the Sky Sword to fall.
The swordsman with black beard and black hair curled his fingers, but he saw that his flying sword was like a playful naughty boy hitting the sky sword a few times, the sword flew towards the swordsman with black beard and black hair. He reached out and grabbed the sword and held it firmly.
in hand.
The swordsman with black beard and black hair slowly stroked the blade of the Sky Sword with two fingers of his left hand, and nodded with satisfaction.
The white-haired and beardless swordsman on the other side of the long-bearded old man couldn't hold back anymore when he saw that his junior brother had obtained the treasure. He pointed at the sword with his finger and said, "Senior brother, can you give me that sword?"
The old man with a long beard looked at it and thought, what a boy, his junior brother actually picked the Xiao Cang Gou. He shook his head and explained the reason: "Bai Yun Cang Gou Bai Yun Cang Gou means imageless and formless. This sword is not suitable for you."
, how about you pick this one?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the long-bearded old man waved his sword finger, and like a strong suction force, the Ximing Sword that fell on the stone slab in front of the prayer platform was forcefully pulled out of the stone slab and flew towards the white-haired and beardless swordsman.
When the swordsman saw the Ximing Sword, it was exquisite in style and showed uncanny craftsmanship. Although he did not win the little Cang Gou, he was quite satisfied with the Ximing Sword.
Before Ximing Jianfu could resist, he was already held in the hand of the white-haired and beardless swordsman, and he nodded with satisfaction.
Hear him say: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, it seems that all thirteen of our senior brothers can add another flying sword. Which one do you prefer?"
The old man with a long beard stroked his long beard gently again, looked at it, pointed it with his finger, and said: "Junior brother, get the peach demon for me."
Upon hearing this, the two swordsmen got the order and were about to show off their magic powers, but they heard the sound of the strings playing, and the three of them were inexplicably uneasy.
They all looked around and saw that the old fool was so complacent that he forgot about the little girl in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.
Listening to Qin Yue'er playing the strings again, the sound of the piano drifted, and she heard her sweet whisper, saying: "Several seniors and juniors, as a courtesy, never thought about breaking into my Muhan Building privately, but now they really think that there is no one in my building, and treat it as...
Are you coming and going in your own courtyard?"
Upon hearing Qin Yue'er's words, the three of them laughed together, obviously not taking Qin Yue'er into their eyes.
The swordsman with black beard and black hair swung the Sky Sword, and after throwing out the beautiful sword flower, he cherished it and gently touched it with his hand, saying: "Infinite Lord, little girl, we are just taking back an object that is not human, how about...
"
Before he finished speaking, he saw an invisible flying blade. By the time he saw it clearly, it was too late. The swordsman with black beard and black hair had a cut on the back of his right hand holding the sword. Then, there was a sound of a piano.
The blade came out first and the sound came later. Only then did the three of them become slightly interested in Qin Yue'er.
He then heard Qin Yue'er say: "I don't like killing people, but anyone who offends my Mu Han Tower and hurts my disciples should be punished!"
The three of them obviously no longer regarded Qin Yue'er's words as children's jokes, but they didn't pay much attention to them.
The injured black-bearded and black-haired swordsman looked at his senior brother, and saw the long-bearded old man nodded slightly. He understood the meaning, grinned playfully, and flew towards Qin Yue'er with the Sky Sword in his hand, intending to snatch it away.
Life.
Qin Yue'er glanced sideways, put her right thumb and middle finger on the thickest string, and plucked it suddenly.
At first sight, a wave of ripples spread out with the Phoenix Baoqin as the center.
The swordsman with black beard and black hair swung the Sky Sword in mid-air, slashed down with one sword, and broke through the ripples of the music. He thought that the next sword could kill him, but he saw two sword energy coming towards him.
The black-bearded and black-haired swordsman unsheathed his flying sword from behind and carried his master upward four to five feet, but the two sword energy pursued him. The long-bearded old man and the white-haired swordsman pointed their swords to help each other, each with their own skills.
Yuan Manman's sword eliminated the crisis between the two junior brothers.
Looking again, I saw two swords, one slightly longer and one slightly shorter, flying out from the stone slab and floating in front of Qin Yue'er, as if Yuchi and Qin Qiong were blocking the door, and no gods or ghosts could intrude.