Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 687
Decades ago, Chen Gong was a rebellious child of the Zhushenfeng family. He was talented but impetuous. He was tired of living in seclusion day after day, but he was full of longing for the colorful world outside.

He couldn't bear it, his life was going to be confined in this small valley, and he was burdened with hatred that didn't belong to him; he couldn't bear it either, the weapons he carefully crafted could only be left in the family's finished product warehouse until it was full of dust .

This emotion became more and more intense as he grew up.In the end, he packed his bags and announced to his tribe that he was going to the outside world.

When the patriarch learned about it, he was furious and sternly declared that if he left, he would never come back.Under the worried or contemptuous gazes of the clansmen, Chen Gong resolutely threw off his burden and embarked on the journey alone.

For thousands of years, there are not a few children who choose to travel far.The moment they leave the family, they will be regarded as traitors in the family.The family will not embarrass them.And never admit them again.Even 400 years ago, the talented swordsmith who was entrusted by the Xiling family to create two handed down divine weapons for them was one of them.

It has always been true that the more geniuses you have, the more arrogant you will be, and the more you will have your own opinions. Therefore, a large part of these long-distance travellers are "good seedlings" who have been cultivated by the family.Losses again and again are like a blunt knife, piercing the hearts of the clansmen, and making them question the meaning of this pedantic rule.

However, the patriarch remained the same. He suppressed all rebellious voices with his arrogance and majesty. He restored the order in the clan, but also scattered the hearts of the clan.

No one knows how the previous traveler fared in the outside world. Anyway, there is no one who can really surpass Jianyao Dazong.But Chen Gong was the only one who came back again among all the people.After a long journey in the world, he has a vigor and vigor that his tribe does not have, which is naturally envied by everyone.At this time, there were several elders who began to persuade the patriarch in a low voice.

"Patriarch, it is said that the one who issued the mission this time is Jiuyou Palace. If it goes well, we can take this opportunity to make a comeback..."

"That's right, Patriarch, you obviously still like to refine weapons. Why would you willingly give up for the sake of an outsider and miss the future of all the family's children?"

Zhu Shenfeng's patriarch listened to everyone's gossip, frowning his sword eyebrows, and finally waved his sleeves fiercely: "Stop talking! From the day I decided to live in seclusion, I vowed not to meddle in the affairs of the world. You guys Could it be that your heart is also in a mess?"

Looking at the elders who were still unwilling, Zhu Shenfeng patriarch lowered his voice: "If you want to enter the world, you can leave the family immediately, and I will never stop it! Otherwise, whoever dares to say more about this matter will be dealt with according to the clan rules. !"

The elders looked at each other, and finally retreated with a sigh.But they didn't know what kind of turmoil the superficially stubborn Zhu Shenfeng patriarch was experiencing in his heart at this moment.

Seeing the silhouettes of the clansmen struggling to pull the bellows, the rudiments of each weapon slowly solidified in the lively flames; and Chen Ruo, who was brandishing a hammer and baring his teeth and claws... These scenes are all about him. most familiar.That used to be the meaning of his entire existence, his life...!
Yes, in fact, he still likes refining weapons, but the him today is no longer the him of the past.

Once, when he was still young, he was aggressive in everything he did, as if the future had infinite possibilities.But now, he is very old, and those refining tools that accompanied him through the turbulent years have been pressed in the basement, covered with rust...

The world has changed for hundreds of years, and he, who has lived in seclusion until now, dare not step into the world that is completely unfamiliar to him.Missed the best time, he has lost the courage and vigor of the year...

The iron is not old, but he is old.

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A large number of sword kilns.

In the luxurious hall, a group of well-dressed elders gathered in front of the stove, adding various materials to the stove from time to time.Spiritual powers of different colors were continuously poured into it along with the flickering of the flames.

"Can... can do...!" The lord of Jian Kiln stared straight at the sky above the furnace, where a cauldron embryo gradually formed was slowly rotating, and the flames below burned the body of the cauldron, leaving a bronze color on it. pattern.

"Now, engrave the rune on it!"

The handprints of a group of elders changed, and beams of spiritual power rose from all sides and poured on the surface of the tripod. A layer of patterns that looked like decorations, but in fact were patterns of inner laws and profound meanings, also spread out circle after circle.

With the expansion of the runes, the originally rotating cauldron began to produce bursts of unusual vibrations.It was as if some kind of creature was sealed in it, struggling to get out.The master of Jian Kiln's complexion changed slightly, and he took the initiative to strike. A cloud of spiritual power shot directly into the sky, emitting layers of misty halos, covering the entire tripod vessel.

Under the suppression of this burst of spiritual light beams, the vibration of the cauldron was finally a little lighter, and the rest of the elders stepped up their efforts, the patterns were intertwined, and the luster in the runes was finally filled with another layer.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. When the rune was halfway drawn, the tripod vibrated violently again. This time, even if the suzerain tried his best to suppress it, the effect was minimal.Each layer of patterns is flickering frequently, and brilliant white light shines out from it, piercing the eyes of the surrounding disciples with pain.

At the same time, cracks gradually spread out from the surface of the cauldron, and the cracks became more and more dense, and the white light from them became more dazzling. tile cylinder.Finally, with a "bang", it exploded into pieces all over the sky.Pieces of clay embryos were scattered on the ground, ruthlessly announcing another failure to everyone.

Looking at the fragments of embryos scattered all over the ground, all the elders felt heavy.Since they received the mission of Jiuyou Temple, they have been trying to refine it without interruption.But they failed as many times as they tried.Now, although the exact number of times is lost, the pain and despair brought about by repeated failures remain deeply in their hearts.

The master of Jianyao's gaze was only in a trance for a moment, and then, as if nothing had happened, he stepped forward to pull the bellows again, and at the same time ordered with a blank face: "Add materials, try again!"

A group of elders looked at each other several times, and finally there was a "plop", fell down on their knees by the stove, and begged in a mournful voice: "Sovereign master, refining a weapon is not an overnight skill, even if we try it hundreds of times, it will be useless! "

"Yes, suzerain, you'd better calm down, let's make plans..." the elders said, grabbing the hem of suzerain's robe, begging bitterly.

From the day the suzerain decided to practice his skills hard, he stayed by the stove without sleep, guiding the progress of the refining.The participating elders have changed batch after batch, but the suzerain has never had a break.

He seems to have entered a special state, but this is not the "selfless" state pursued by the craftsman, but a state where the soul is completely isolated from the outside world, a state of chaos and trance.

Such a state is often self-enclosed when one suffers a major blow.At that time, the patient will not feel any fatigue, and he will devote himself wholeheartedly to a job that has special significance for him.But although the individual is ignorant, the damage caused by high fatigue to the body is still real.If it goes on like this, even hardened people won't be able to hold on.The elders were really helpless, so they risked punishment and tried to wake up the suzerain.

The figure of the sword kiln suzerain passively swayed from side to side, and his hand was still pulling the bellows stiffly.The pleadings of the crowd, like the all-pervasive magic voice, kept drilling into his head.The stove in front of him was shaking, and the imaginary world was torn apart. The Sword Kiln Sect Master finally let out a mournful cry and smashed the iron hook in his hand.

"Then what do you want me to do...what do you want me to do! Do you want me to do nothing and just wait to die like this?"

For the first time in months, the suzerain finally spoke his truth.For the mission of Jiuyou Palace, he has nothing to do, the Zhushenfeng family, the only one he can count on, has become a feud with him.Under such circumstances, he can only put all his energy into the refining tool, and use it to hypnotize himself, as if a miracle will really happen, his skills can advance by leaps and bounds before the time limit comes, and all disasters can be solved... And In the end, this is nothing more than self-deception.

A young man in white who was also kneeling on the ground moved his knees, knelt to the forefront, and said loudly: "Sect Master, this disciple is willing to go to Zhushenfeng's family. No matter what, we must ask them to come out to help! "

This young man's name is Nan Jingbai, and he is the most outstanding disciple among the descendants of Jianyao Sect.Wearing a pure white gown, she is gentle and elegant, with neat long hair tied behind her head by a white hair band.On the outside, he looks like an elegant young man who "has a poetic spirit in his belly", but whenever he picks up a refining tool, he will have a special concentration.Even his whole temperament will be transformed into a blade-like sharpness.

For a long time, the Sect Master of Jianyao had the most favorable opinion of him, and now that the sect was in trouble, he naturally couldn't stand by and watch.Following his words, all the elders turned their nervous eyes on the suzerain. If he is willing to negotiate peace with the Zhushenfeng family, maybe the situation will turn around——

But under the gaze of everyone, the master of Jianyao shook his head heavily: "Impossible...they won't agree. I'm sorry for him...but I can't repay him. I can't repay him. Fame and glory can't afford him for so many years, he hates me...he should."

Nan Jingbai said anxiously: "Sovereign, no matter what you did back then, but now it is a matter of life and death, because of emotion, reason, and morality, they should not refuse to save you..."

The master of Jianyao coldly shouted: "Enough!" Turning around, he shook his hand again, "Don't say any more."

The two former friends looked at the same sky and sighed deeply at the same time.When the dusty memories are stirred up in their hearts at the same time, will the regret and resentment in the past be rekindled?Do the two who are hesitant to move forward have the same worries and desires?

***
In a small tavern next to the port, Xilingchen sat in a corner of the tavern, with a few simple dishes in front of him.

Today, he has officially entered the Tongtian Realm.And not long after, he should be able to follow Wang Dongliu's instructions and find Wang Haichao's mother and son.During this period of time, Xilingchen has always been in a happy mood, and even now when ordering food in a tavern, he made an exception and gave Xiao Er a lot of tips.

After all the dishes were served, Xi Lingchen ate in silence, and the plates were quickly drained.And in front of the tavern, there was a crying cry at some point.

"Good-hearted people, please enjoy your meal. My old man hasn't had a full meal for a few days..."

Looking around, it turned out to be an old beggar in ragged clothes, holding a broken bowl, begging for alms next to the table.

And most of the responses he received were in a bad tone: "Where is that old beggar, get out!" Many girls covered their mouths and noses with their clothes in disgust.

"Let's have a meal, let's have a meal..." The old beggar didn't bother too much, but still walked slowly through the shop, knocking on the broken bowl in his hand.

"The waiter, get over here!" At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded.On the most luxurious seats in the store, sat a group of black-clothed men with cold faces, all exuding a fierce murderous aura, which was the endless ferocity formed by too much blood on their hands.

"Why hasn't the food we ordered come up yet? Do you not want to open this store?"

The shop waiter nodded and bowed to meet him, and smiled repeatedly: "My lord, don't get angry. You see, it's time for dinner, and there are more guests. I'll help you to go..."

"I don't care about your many reasons!" One person raised his hand and slapped the table fiercely, "Since we are too busy, we should stop the other people's orders first. We are rushing to perform tasks after eating, what a delay Shi Chen, the Palace Master blamed it, and should I use your head to pay for it?"

The shop waiter apologized repeatedly, and a group of Nine Serenity Holy Envoys let him go cursing.And the waiter, who had just escaped from the death line, hurried to the back kitchen, and bumped into the old beggar who happened to pass by.

The shop clerk was about to apologize habitually, but when he saw the other party's attire, he straightened his face immediately, putting on a more fierce look than the previous Jiuyou Holy Envoy, and scolded: "Old beggar, you are blind!" ? Who let you in? We are a high-end restaurant here, get out of here quickly! Otherwise, you will run into the distinguished guests over there, and you will not be able to pay for a few lives!"

The old beggar buried his head deeply, and made an indistinct sound of apology, with tears flickering in his cloudy old eyes, and hurriedly walked towards the door, with laughter and pointing voices still ringing beside him.

Xi Lingchen frowned, he really couldn't understand the waiter's bullying.Back then, his family was backward, and he had also been a beggar, and he had endured the same supercilious looks. At this moment, he suddenly felt a pang of sympathy, and he took the initiative to greet the old beggar: "Come to my table."

The old beggar was startled, then walked over ecstatically, and was about to sit down beside Xi Lingchen, thought for a while, then sat on the side with a dry smile.He was worried that he would be disgusted by his benefactor because his body was dirty and smelly.

Seeing that Xiling Chen took the initiative to stand up, the waiter in the shop was dressed in a luxurious attire, thinking that it was either rich or expensive, so he didn't pursue it anymore.He just silently figured out how to get more money from this big customer later.

At the other table, the Nine Nether Envoys were attracted by the movement here, and also cast a few curious gazes at Xiling Chen.But they soon discovered that even they couldn't see through the realm of the person in front of them.Although the Holy Envoy of Nine Serenities was never afraid of troubles when they were traveling outside, they did not offend them anyway, one thing more is worse than one thing less, so they just cared about drinking and eating, and ignored it.

(End of this chapter)