Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 43 Entering the Sword Tomb
"Waste swords are divided into two types: congenital and acquired. Congenital waste swords refer to those swords that are unreasonably designed or poorly made, and cannot be used to fight against the enemy. For monks, those ordinary swords in the mortal world can also be called congenital swords. Useless sword."

"And those swords that can be called good in themselves, but are broken in the battle, or can no longer be used due to other reasons, are called acquired waste swords."

Lu Zheng coughed lightly, focused everyone's attention, and continued: "It's a rare opportunity to enter the sword mound. When looking for a suitable sword, pay attention to screening, and don't pull out any broken copper and iron to form a bond."

"In the sword mound, once the contract is formed, it cannot be changed. Only after coming out can the contract be erased."

Lu Zheng purposely kept his gaze on Zhou Zhao for a moment, as if he meant something.

"Everyone has only one chance, and can only bring out one sword."

After hearing this, everyone looked different, and no one spoke any more along the way, and soon arrived at Jianzhong.

They set off early, and when they arrived at Jianzhong, there were already several sects who were a little earlier than them.

After waiting for about half an hour, all sects finally arrived.

The elders of the Zongmen used their spiritual power together, and the thick stone gate slowly opened a three-foot-wide road, without any light coming through.

Seeing the opening of the sword mound, some casual cultivators couldn't wait to get into it, and quickly disappeared.Disciples from various sects also entered it one after another.

The so-called sword mound in the present world is a huge stone gate with ancient runes engraved on both sides, and the mysterious sword mound is connected behind it.

After everyone entered, the stone door made a loud bang and closed instantly, and the eyes suddenly became dark.

Everyone took out the night pearl lighting from the storage bag, and there were ten intricate roads in front of them, with various swords inserted obliquely on the side of the road.

"Which way should we go?" Jianzong disciples Qiqi looked at Fuzhu. She is the highest cultivation here and the highest level of swordsmanship. Everyone naturally regards her as the backbone.

Fuzhu sensed the sword energy in all directions with his spiritual sense, and just as he settled on a direction, suddenly the mountains shook, and the figures of some disciples had already disappeared.

Fu Zhu subconsciously grabbed Mi Yu who was closest to her, and a very strong sense of weightlessness came from her.

The speed of falling down was very fast, and there was no intention of stopping. There was endless darkness in front of my eyes, only a little light from the night pearl.

Fu Zhu wanted to control the sword, but found that Shuang Xueming couldn't fly in the air, and then fell from the darkness, not knowing where it would fall.

After falling for an unknown amount of time, the talisman felt her body being lifted up by an invisible force, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Fu Zhu first checked Mi Yu's safety: "Are you not injured?" She promised the third uncle that she would protect Mi Yu's junior sister. If she got hurt somewhere, it would be hard to explain when she went back.

Mi Yu said softly: "With the spiritual protection of Senior Sister Fu Zhu, I was not injured."

Only then did Fuzhu observe the surrounding scene with peace of mind. With the light of the night pearl, she saw countless swords here, either inserted obliquely in the crevices of the stone, scattered on the ground, or piled up to form a mountain of swords.

Her Shuang Xueming was stuck vertically on a mountain of swords, luckily it didn't fall too far.

The talisman climbed up the sword mountain, carefully pulled out Shuang Xueming, and put it on his waist.

"Senior Sister Fuzhu, what should we do now?"

There was a strange sound coming from all around, like crying, like roaring and anger, in short it was very sad, there was an unspeakable depression in Fu Zhu's heart.

She tried her best to restrain her mind, and said calmly: "Let's look for the sword first, and look for other disciples of the sect at the same time."

Fuzhu took out the water drop Zhu Wei gave her from the storage bag, "This is a gift from Kong Yunfeng to you as a teacher, it contains the power of water spirit, if you feel any discomfort, hold this water drop tightly. "

The breath of water spirit is clean and can suppress resentment.

Mi Yu obediently took the water bead and clenched it tightly, and followed behind the talisman.

There is only one road here, so don't worry about getting sideways, but there are swords without scabbards everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will be scratched by the sharp blades.

Mi Yu has never seen so many swords, some are engraved with gorgeous gemstones, some are domineering, the sword is as wide as a knife, some have smooth lines, and some have curved blades and are covered with rust...

Various forms of flying swords are dazzling.

Looking at these swords, Fu Zhu was not very satisfied, none of them were suitable for the younger brother.

But she forgot that Junior Brother is only five years old, judging by his current age, even in the vast sea of ​​sword mounds, it is difficult to find a suitable sword for him.

There was a faint light coming from the front, and Fuzhu looked happy, pulling Mi Yu forward quickly, and the sound of footsteps spread across the bottom of the valley.

The light moved faster, as if being chased by something, there was a bang in the darkness, and the light disappeared instantly.

"Too bad luck!" A delicate female voice sounded.

She ran in a hurry just now, didn't see the way clearly, tripped over a stone, and almost hit her face on the sword. Although she was not in any danger, her arm was cut open, and blood dripped down.

The strange sound was getting closer and closer. The girl hurriedly dragged her body and hid behind a mountain of swords. She covered her forehead with her other hand, not noticing that her scratched arm was still dripping with blood, and she gradually disappeared into the mountain of swords.

"Why did the light disappear just now?" Mi Yu asked suspiciously.

Fu Zhu keenly sensed the rust-like smell of blood in the air, frowned slightly, and held up the night pearl to look for the source of the blood smell.

"Senior Sister Fu Zhu!" Mi Yu called her suddenly, "There is blood on this sword!"

Fuzhu squatted down, brought Ye Mingzhu close to the sword, and dipped a little blood on his hand to observe, it was still very thick, as if it had just been stained.

The girl behind Jianshan suddenly heard the word Fuzhu, her eyes lit up, and she smiled brightly.

"Hiss..." Accidentally touched the wound, the girl couldn't help letting out a soft cry, and this slight movement was caught at once.

"Who is it?" Ling Sheng asked with Shuang Xueming pointing in the direction of Jianshan with Fuzhu's hand.

The girl squatted with numbness in her feet, and slowly got up, trying to get out from behind the sword mountain. A cold light flashed in front of her eyes, and a snow-white sword was pointed directly at the center of her eyebrows.

"It's you?" Fu Zhu saw the girl in front of him, was a little surprised, and quickly withdrew his sword.

A bright smile appeared on the girl's face, she let go of her hand, and the pearl-like pendant between her brows emitted a soft white light.

It was the glimmer of light they were chasing earlier.Falling between the eyebrows, you don't need to hold it, you can illuminate it. The little girl is very smart.

Fu Zhu found that her arm had been cut, and the blood was dripping on her clothes, so she stretched out her hand, "You come out first, I'll help you treat the wound."

The girl put her hand on the talisman, felt the talisman pull gently, and she stepped over the stone and returned to the road.

Suddenly there were wound medicine, gauze, clear water and other things in Fuzhu's hand.

Fuzhu wetted the gauze with clean water. After wringing off part of the water, he gently wiped her wound. The wound looked deep. He was afraid that the little girl would hurt. Fuzhu spoke to her softly to distract her, "Your sect Where are you? Why are you here alone?"

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