Chapter 447 Powerful magical power, able to predict the future!
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Dongyue Road is located in the extreme east of the Ming Dynasty, adjacent to the endless ocean. It is a place where various waters meet and a place where thousands of mountains are densely packed.
Dongyue Road, Haizhou, Shiwan Mountains.
There is a river in the mountains, like a jade belt, winding around the mountains.
Between the mountains and rivers, mountains of thousands of feet rise up from the ground, reaching into the sky. Viewed from a high place, they look like a forest of swords stretching for thousands of miles.
At noon, the fog in the mountains has not dispersed, and thick smoke is billowing into the sky, like wolf smoke.
This is where the Sword Making Villa is located. At the beginning of the thick smoke, it was the Zangfeng Valley, the place where the most magical weapons in the world are, and is regarded as a holy place by swordsmen in the world.
Every day, a large number of strong men come from outside the mountains, crossing mountains and ridges to bring strange gold and iron from all over the world into the Zangfeng Valley.
Later, along with the billowing smoke, it turned into hot molten iron.
when!
when!
when!
At a certain moment, a loud bell rang in the Zangfeng Valley.
"The bell rings nine times. Is this another thousand-refining-level divine blade released in the valley? I don't know which master's method it is..."
There was an uproar in front of the towering Sword-forging Villa.
The Sword Making Villa opens its gate every nine years to admit the world's elite swordsmen and disciples of wealthy businessmen and wealthy families. Today is the last day.
"Thousand-level divine blade!"
There are no ordinary people who can come all the way to the Sword Making Villa to become a disciple and see him off. Among them, there are many people who know the origin of the bell.
Soon, there was a commotion.
They all looked towards the Zangfeng Valley with thick smoke billowing across a mountain, and all the new disciples also looked forward to it.
Sword-making Villa is one of the few major forces in the world that can create thousand-refining level magic weapons.
And everyone knows that only a sword made by oneself is the most suitable for a swordsman.
"quiet!"
In front of the crowd, there was slight scolding.
His voice was neither high nor low, but it fell just right in everyone's ears, suppressing the uproar in the whole place.
The person speaking was wearing a green shirt and carried a long sword. He had a thin appearance and a tall and straight build. He looked to be no more than forty or fifty years old, but his aura was extremely vigorous.
"Brother Jiang, may I ask which senior brother from Guishan Villa has refined the thousand-level magic weapon?"
In the crowd, someone asked a question.
"In recent years, there have been only a few true disciples building the Thousand Refining Divine Sword. Looking at the days, it should be Chu Tianyi, Junior Brother Chu!"
Jiang Feng thought for a moment and replied.
"Chu Tianyi?!"
There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.
The name of Chu Tianyi was heard by everyone present, and no one knew it.
Because, this person is the only disciple in the past hundred years who has allowed Zhujian Villa to take the initiative to recruit disciples, and has been exempted from three years of handymen, three years of outer sect, and three years of inner sect, and has been directly promoted to the true disciple.
According to legend, his sword courage and sword heart are the true seeds of swordsmanship that are unparalleled in the world, and he is expected to be a proud son of the martial arts saint.
"alright!"
Jiang Feng's expression darkened:
"The recruitment of disciples has been completed, please do as you please!"
Hearing the displeasure in Jiang Feng's tone, the crowd was reluctant to say anything, but just as they were about to disperse, a young man suddenly emerged from the crowd.
"senior……"
The young man knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly without saying a word, but let everyone know his intention.
only……
He is quite old and his clothes are ragged, and he looks like he is worthy of a change of cultivation. Do you want to join the Sword-Forging Villa?
Some people sneered in their hearts, some looked on with cold eyes, but most people stopped and just watched the fun.
"The gate of the mountain is closed. Those who want to become my disciples should come back in nine years."
Jiang Feng frowned.
"Senior."
The young man was dull and spoke little. He was sweating profusely in a hurry, but he couldn't say anything. He just kowtowed repeatedly until the stone slabs were dyed red.
"Come back in nine years."
Jiang Feng swept his sleeves away to prevent him from kowtowing any further.
Zhujian Villa is one of the three major sects in the world, and countless people come here every year, but the rules are the rules.
Don't say that the person in front of you has mediocre qualifications and little money. Even if you are extremely rich, it is impossible.
"no no."
The young man struggled to kneel down, and even rushed forward to hug Jiang Feng's thigh. The latter was impatient, and as soon as he vomited his breath, he wanted to kick him out.
Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly appeared and held his hand.
"Senior brother, why do you reject people thousands of miles away?"
who?!
In front of the villa, all the onlookers were shocked and looked sideways.
Only then did he see a person appear beside Jiang Feng.
He is about eight feet tall, with a well-proportioned and slender physique. He is dressed in white clothes that fit close to his body. He is handsome and handsome, with an unparalleled temperament.
He comes slowly, but seems to be in harmony with the mountain breeze. He has an outstanding temperament, but does not have any edge. He is eye-catching, but does not attract anyone's hostility.
"Chu Tianyi!"
There were exclamations from the crowd.
The person who came was none other than Chu Tianyi, the true disciple whom Long Qitao, the great elder of Zhujian Villa, had traveled thousands of miles to Longyuan Qingzhou nine years ago to accept him as his disciple.
"Junior Brother Chu."
Jiang Feng looked slightly nervous.
"This young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old and has almost no martial arts skills, but he can still travel across mountains and rivers, which shows his deep intention.
Even if the door is not included in the door wall, it should not be insulted in vain..."
Chu Tianyi helped the young man up.
"Junior brother said that."
Jiang Feng lowered his head in shame.
His entrance was much earlier than that of Chu Tianyi, but he was only an inner disciple, far inferior to the direct disciple of the village owner.
Chu Tianyi nodded slightly and looked at the young man again:
"The mountain gate has been closed, and no more disciples are admitted. This is the rule of the mountain villa, and I cannot break it. But if you don't mind it, you can stay in Zangfeng Valley, light a fire for me, and wait for nine years before becoming a disciple."
"Many, thank you sir."
The young man's face was filled with gratitude.
"Master Chu is benevolent and righteous!"
Chu Tianyi didn't stop and walked into the villa with compliments from behind.
He has a very high status in the Sword Making Villa. Wherever he passes, no matter the swordsmith or the inner and outer disciples, they all take the initiative to salute.
It even aroused a lot of discussion.
As the second person after the 'Sword God Mu Qingliu' to attract the roar of thousands of swords, he has a transcendent status in the villa.
Not long after, Chu Tianyi came to the mountain behind the villa.
The huge flat land seemed to have been flattened by a sword. Higher up, waterfalls flowed down and rumbled.
An old man in green clothes was sitting cross-legged in a deep pool under the waterfall. He did not fall into the water and his clothes did not get wet.
This person is none other than Long Yi, the owner of Zhujian Villa.
"teacher."
Chu Tianyi bowed slightly.
"Tianyi! How many years have you been a beginner?"
A calm voice came.
"Teacher, it's been nine years."
Chu Tianyi returned.
"I have oppressed you for nine years as a teacher. It can be foreseen that I will oppress you for more than nine more years in the future. Have you ever had any doubts in your heart?"
Long Yi opened his eyes, his eyes were like a deep pool.
"Nine years ago, the teacher said that the disciple's sharpness was too strong. After nine years of hiding the sharpness, the disciple has washed away all his glory..."
Chu Tianyi said bluntly:
"But I don't understand."
call!
Before he finished speaking, a yellowed ancient scroll floated out of the water vapor. Chu Tianyi took it with both hands and opened it after receiving permission.
"Tian Hai Realm?!"
Chu Tianyi's pupils shrank.
"Before Jiazi, the imperial court discovered the largest, most complete, and oldest 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' so far in Liuji Mountain..."
Long Yi said lightly:
"Since Jiazi, all sects and sects have been shrinking their wings and trying their best to train their descendants to wait for the right time. Even when the imperial court was on the move more than 20 years ago, many sects did not come forward..."
"Illusion of Immortals and Demons..."
Chu Tianyi was thoughtful:
"The teacher sent the great elder to Longyuan to recruit disciples, was it because the disciples possessed the 'Tao Fruit'?"
"Yes and no."
Long Yi's expression was subtle:
"The heavenly changes are imminent, and the number of Taoist fruits and supernatural power masters born in the past four hundred years will be much greater than in the past two thousand years.
If you just possess Taoism, why should I accept you as my disciple?"
Chu Tianyi felt a little relieved.
"Your talent, understanding, and character are all top-notch. There are few of your peers who can match you. Especially if you possess the Dao Fruit, even if you are unable to refine your rank, you still have a high chance of entering the Martial Saint's portal."
Long Yi said calmly:
"My master is over two years old, and he is already on his deathbed. I accept you as my disciple. I really have the intention of using your Dao Fruit to set foot in the sky and the sea when the sky changes."
"Disciples must do their best."
Chu Tianyi looked solemn.
"With your words, my teacher feels happy."
Long Yi smiled.
“I don’t know when the natural change will come?”
Chu Tianyi asked again:
"What is the significance of mentioning Xuankong Mountain and the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List' to be established by the imperial court in your file?"
In the martial arts world, there is never a shortage of various lists.
There are list of mountains and rivers, list of beauties, list of magical powers and Taoism, list of strange beasts and insects, etc. But what reason does the imperial court have for establishing such a list?
"It is said that it is because of a stone tablet. Perhaps only the imperial court knows the specifics. I guess that this list must be related to a certain type of Taoist fruit.
And it is an extraordinary Taoist fruit, otherwise, the imperial court would not be so aggressive and Xuankong Mountain would not be so secretive..."
Long Yi's expression was solemn.
Tao fruit?
Chu Tianyi was thoughtful.
Over the years, he has read through the Dao Zang Buddhist scriptures and read countless ancient scrolls, and his understanding of Tao and Fruit is unparalleled by ordinary people.
Naturally, we know how harsh it is to recognize the Lord through Tao and Guo.
But, what kind of Dao Fruit can actually lead the Ming court to join forces with Jianghu forces to plan for many years?
Chu Tianyi fell into deep thought, and Long Yi also remained silent.
After a long time, Long Fang spoke again:
"That's a bit far-fetched. I've called you here this time because I really have a blessing for you!"
"good fortune?!"
Chu Tianyi's heart moved slightly and his interest increased greatly.
His teacher, who owns the Sword Making Villa, is a master of Taoism and martial arts, and is a top figure in the world, even on equal footing with all the martial saints.
What kind of thing can he call creation?
"This matter is related to the ancestor of Xuankong Mountain."
"Sloppy Taoist?!"
Chu Tianyi blurted out, a little moved.
In the three thousand years of martial arts, there are three people who are the most important.
One is Lu Chen, who wants to conquer the world of martial arts and open up a path for martial arts.
The second is Bodhidharma who came from the east to sort out the martial arts and come up with the classification of masters and great masters.
The third one is the founder of Xuankongshan sect, who inherits the past and develops the future, sorting out the "sloppy Taoist" of the four steps of the Martial Saint!
Compared with his achievements in martial arts, what he is best known to the world for is his longevity.
According to legend, he practiced martial arts and became an immortal. He exceeded the 200-day life span that no martial sage could surpass, and lived for more than 300 years!
For more than a thousand years, countless emperors have been pursuing his traces, and he is almost regarded as a land god by later generations!
"It's him."
Long Yi looked solemn:
"Folklore says that slovenly Taoists die of old age in Xuankong Mountain, but this is not true!
Sixteen hundred years ago, he faked his death and escaped, traveling around the world and searching for famous mountains and rivers, leaving traces on many famous mountains."
Chu Tianyi's eyes lit up:
"Our sword forest?"
Jianlin Mountain in Dongyue is a wonder in the world and has been a famous mountain since ancient times.
"good."
Long nodded:
"You go east from here...; stop when you reach the seventeenth peak and wait. The elders in the sect speculate that the 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' he left behind will be opened within ten days."
"The sloppy Taoist actually left behind a fantasy world of immortals and demons?!"
Chu Tianyi was shocked.
Long Yi didn't say much, and waved his hand to let him go. The latter bowed to say goodbye, and used Qinggong to shuttle through the mountains and forests. Before evening, he had already arrived at the foot of the seventeenth mountain peak.
"Whenever big things happen, you need to be calm..."
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Chu Tianyi stopped moving forward. He found a secluded place and sat down directly on the ground.
"call!"
Exhaling a long breath of turbid breath, Chu Tianyi closed his eyes and fell into concentration, activating his magical power.
Buzz~
Only the secret place that he could see seemed to have a glimmer of light flowing through his heart, turning into the words he was most familiar with.
[In the autumn of the twelfth year of Qianyuan, you created your own Thousand Refining-level magic weapon in Zangfeng Valley, and learned many secrets from your master...]
[You waited for several days, saw the flickering light, and with a move in your heart, you walked into the Sword Forest Peak...]
[...In the fantasy world of immortals and demons, you are very shocked and excited. You have drawn out the thousand-refining-level magic weapon, and want to drink the blood of a powerful enemy to attack...]