After the world collapsed

Chapter 118 Storytellers

"If you say that the southeast region of our Qianyuan Realm is a plain area, there are no large-scale mountain ranges, so the population is relatively dense. About 500 years ago, there were hundreds of people, large and small, scattered here. The sects of the family cultivator world, these forces are constantly entangled with each other, and when they fight, there will be heavy casualties. It is said that at that time, all immortal cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm were in danger."

When the old man said this, he paused for a moment and looked around at the people around him. Sure enough, as soon as he said this legend about the world of cultivating immortals, the number of onlookers immediately increased, and he quickly continued:
"The forces of all parties are basically monks in the alchemy realm as the main force. Only a few top sects exist in the Nascent Soul realm. Some forces have been wiped out, and some have been severely injured and the whole sect fled. This situation has resulted The reason for this... has long been unknown, but the person who ended this situation was known to almost everyone at the time."

"who is it?"

"Speak, old man!"

During the pause, there was some trouble below, and the old man didn't panic, and continued to preach at a leisurely pace:

"At this time, a genius monk who was originally unknown was born out of nowhere. With the three-foot green sword in his hand, he wiped out four top sects in a row in just two months. Naturally, none of the Nascent Soul Realm masters among them were spared. It is rumored that someone has seen that genius monk with his own eyes. It is said that he looks gentle and elegant, and his figure is even slightly thin. Holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, people will believe that he is a scholar."

"real or fake?"

"This old man just opened his mouth."

The old man is not surprised by such a small scene of booing, he smiled and did not disagree, took a sip of tea and continued:

"The well-known battle was that he fought against the Yuanying Patriarch of a certain sect. This Yuanying Patriarch was said to be ranked in the top ten in the entire Qianyuan Realm, but he was separated by this sword. Hun Yipo, everyone, notice that there is only one sword, and the Yuanying Patriarch was so frightened that the Yuanying Patriarch came out of his body, and there will be no news of this Yuanying Patriarch in the world of cultivating immortals since then."

"Afterwards, it was rumored that this cultivator was infinitely close to the level after the Nascent Soul. For a while, rumors about a new strongman in the Qianyuan Realm quickly spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals, while other sects in the southeast region remained The masters of the Nascent Soul Realm who came down were frightened, and secretly led the sect up and down to escape the southeast region. The rest of the small sects scattered and fled, for fear that the killing god would stare at them. "

"It can be said that this person restored the peace of the area at that time with an almost invincible posture. Just as the sects from other places in the Qianyuan Realm were spying on this unowned land, a new sect appeared. It was suddenly established, and the person who established this sect is this talented monk who turned out to be born out of nowhere."

When it paused again, there was no more booing as before, which made the old man very satisfied.

"Only a small number of people know that this monk's surname is Li, but no one knows what his name is. However, the name of the sect he established was soon known by Qianyuan Realm and even more realms in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, that is Xiaoyao Zong is also."

The people sitting below immediately let out an oh, and suddenly realized.

"In the following hundreds of years, the Xiaoyao Sect rose rapidly, and the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were no different than those who had inherited the Dazong for thousands of years. Even the swordsmanship they used carried some of the charm of that year. It is worth it It should be mentioned that although that person disappeared from the world of cultivating immortals after the rise of the Xiaoyao Sect, his legends can be heard occasionally anywhere in the Qianyuan Realm, even in many mortal kingdoms in the Qianyuan Realm. His myth."

Although the old man's mouth was a little dry when he said this, he still couldn't help repeating the opening poem that he had read at the beginning, not for anything else, just for fun.

"As the saying goes, crows cover the sky like wolves, and green grass is everywhere to look forward to the morning sun. The immortals appeared in the troubled times of Qianyuan, and they have been at ease for 500 years with one sword."

Hearing the old man recite the opening poem again, Zhang Sheng couldn't sit still, and the storytelling was the storytelling, and this thing didn't come twice.

He gestured to the people around him with his eyes. Seeing that these people still felt a little unfulfilled, he immediately cleared his throat.

"Cough cough."

The boy with the hair and the young man with the sword realized that Zhang Sheng had already got up and left the teahouse.

When he came to the street, Zhang Sheng immediately felt a little more noise in his ears. If it weren't for the booing audience, the teahouse would really be a good place to rest and drink tea.

The two behind followed quickly. Seeing these two, Zhang Sheng asked curiously: "That's fine, fellow Taoist Mu Mu, aren't you a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect? How can you still listen to it with such relish."

Hearing Zhang Sheng's words, the boy with curly hair glared at him, but Huang Shaofei rarely showed a trace of embarrassment and said: "I have practiced in the sect for so many years, but it is indeed the first time I have heard those stories."

After hearing this, Zhang Sheng shook his head with a smile and asked, "Isn't it coming soon after leaving this city?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go, don't make brother Xiao wait in a hurry." Although Zhang Sheng said it lightly, he did have a bad premonition in his heart, and he couldn't help but clenched the horizontal knife at his waist.

If you want to ask where this horizontal knife came from, you have to start talking about it five days ago.

On the sword mountain, the second match between Mr. Huang Long and Gongyeting was full of twists and turns. Originally, after Jiang Lishan from the Artifact Refining Workshop of Xianmeng said that he could inject spirits, everyone thought that Mr. Huang Long would lose this match without any suspense.

Unexpectedly, this master swordsmith actually used his flesh and blood as a guide to recast it with the seven-star Longyuan sword, a heavenly spiritual tool. Before the blade was finished, Mr. Huang Long had already lost his vitality. It was done by Mr. Kuroshiro.

The two people from Xianmeng Artifact Refining Workshop wanted to stop it, but they were stopped by Zhang Sheng and Huang Shaofei. After several moves, they didn't kill them, so there was no difference. The two could only watch Heicheng continue There is a process going on.

Until the knife is done.

Gongyeting was already shocked by Mr. Huang Long's actions, and the flat hammer in his hand did not fall again from the beginning to the end.

Naturally, this contest was fruitless, Gongye Court was not completed, and neither was Mr. Huang Long.

When Heicheng polished the last spot of the horizontal knife with trembling hands, he realized that his hands were covered with blood.

The original body of this horizontal knife was the Seven Star Longyuan Sword, and even the part of the knife that was lightly touched by a finger was like a sharp thorn.It has not yet been sharpened but there is no need to sharpen it. Even the relatively thick back part of the blade is sharp, let alone the side of the blade.

Seeing the situation of the saber, Hei Cheng hurriedly fixed the hilt of the Longyuan Sword roughly to the blade, otherwise he would bleed to death.

When he handed the horizontal knife to the boy with curly hair, the latter shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhang Sheng. At this moment, the boy still insisted on supporting Mr. Huang Long's body.

This knife can be said to be Mr. Huang Long's pinnacle work, and it is also a posthumous work. As Mr. Huang Long's closest person, Shufa Boy decided to give this knife to Zhang Sheng as Mr. Huang Long said before.

Zhang Sheng knew that this horizontal knife was perfect for him. Although he didn't know why Mr. Huang Long was willing to give such a treasure to him who had only met him a few times, but since the boy with curly hair said so, he didn't want to Then it's a bit unreasonable.

Seeing this, the two monks from the Artifact Refining Workshop of Xianmeng gave a little salute, and hurriedly left Jianshan Mountain to report.

Gong Yeting paid homage to Mr. Huang Long's body from a distance, and left Jianshan Mountain in a daze, without leaving a word, and the Nine Swords School never knew anything about it.

In the end, no one cared about the outcome of this competition in the sword mountain competition. The world only remembered that on the sword mountain, Mr. Huang Long used his life as a guide to forge another peerless weapon with the legendary seven-star Longyuan sword.

The Huanglong Sword Stove also collapsed with the shattering of the sword ornaments, and everyone followed the boy with hair to bury Mr. Huang Long's body under the Sword Stove.

The boy with curly hair was sitting alone outside the sword stove. Zhang Sheng looked at his back and felt a little embarrassed. Judging from what Mr. Huang Long said before the competition, this boy with curly hair is his junior. As for why he has maintained this appearance? Nobody knows.

I don't know what to do with this guy in the future.

Afterwards, he and Huang Shaofei followed Heicheng back to the sword furnace. After all, the blade of Hengdao and the hilt of Longyuan Sword were just connected randomly.

In less than a day, Heicheng was done. Zhang Sheng took the horizontal knife and held the hilt, which was also the hilt of Longyuan Sword. Disappear.

It starts cold and feels real.

When the sword was drawn out of its sheath, light and shadow flashed, and the whole body of the sword was a faint blue color, with an indescribable sense of mystery. Looking at it in a blink of an eye, it seemed to have turned into a dark green color again, which brought a trace of mystery to the original mystery. It is crystal clear, except for the golden thread that covers the two colors and winds down along the blade, like a noble golden dragon that is not angry and majestic.

The blade after recasting did not have the dignifiedness of Qianlong Zaiyuan in the previous life, but was replaced by an ever-changing sense of mystery.

The two alternate colors on the blade are relatively close but also extremely strange. Looking at it twice may even make people feel uneasy and their souls go out of their bodies.

Seeing this, Zhang Sheng quickly put the knife back into its sheath,

Anyone who sees this horizontal knife will not believe that it is just a mortal, let alone that this mortal also came from the hands of a mortal swordsmith.

Now that the sword has been obtained, the next step is to follow Huang Shaofei back to Xiaoyaozong. Before leaving, they decided to pay homage to Mr. Huang Long.

When they came to Huanglong Jianlu, the boy with the curly hair seemed to be waiting for them.

After paying homage to Mr. Huang Long, a wonderful dialogue took place.

Zhang Sheng always felt that the boy with curly hair had something to say, but they had never heard him speak.

Sure enough, after he and the boy with curly hair looked at each other, the latter wrote two crooked characters on the ground with his sword.

"Try?"

Zhang Sheng knew at a glance that he was asking if he had tried a knife.

So he replied, "No."

Hearing this answer, the curly-haired boy nodded in satisfaction.

There is no trial knife, which is the greatest trust and respect for Mr. Huang Long.

Seeing the other party nodding, Zhang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said goodbye: "That fellow Taoist is destined to meet again, and Zhang Sheng bids farewell."

The boy with curly hair gave him a strange look but there was no response. Seeing this, Zhang Sheng didn't understand what was going on, so he signaled to Huang Shaofei that it was time to leave.

After turning around and not taking a few steps, I heard someone following behind, it was the boy with curly hair.

Zhang Sheng asked curiously: "Could it be that Fellow Daoist wants to go with me?"

The curly-haired boy nodded.

Really, Zhang Sheng felt that this guy wanted to follow him, and then he could see how powerful this knife was. After all, this knife was the greatest posthumous work of his brother.

"Okay, what is the name of the fellow daoist?"

The boy with curly hair carved two characters crookedly, "Mumu".

"Oh, it turned out to be Fellow Daoist Mu Mu."

(End of this chapter)