Qing Ming

The brilliance of the Qingming sword was in full bloom, and Zhu Qing's veins were exposed all over his body. The pair of giant spirit palms clasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and a dazzling red light flashed from the hillock-like muscles all over his body. The giant is about to conquer the ancient sword in his palm!

Fortunately, although Zhu Qing's blacksmith shop is dilapidated, the roof is extremely high, a full two feet away. Even if his body has reached an appalling height, he can't break the roof. Only Liu Qiankun is 1.7 meters five His standard height is now the same as that of a child, barely reaching the knees of this fire giant...

"Hey!" Zhu Qing's eyes were wide open, and he shouted like thunder, and pressed his hands down heavily, trying to suppress the momentum of the ancient sword in his hand.

Whoosh!How could the Qingming sword make him fulfill his wish? After the muffled sound, a substantial earth spirit burst out, like a short blue whip lashing at Zhu Qinghu's mouth.

"Ah!" Zhu Qing let go of both palms with a cry of pain, and the ancient sword popped out, drawing a dark blue light arc in the air and shooting towards Liu Qiankun's face backwards.

With five fingers, Liu Qiankun grasped the ancient sword lightly in his palm. The sword trembled slightly and made low noises. It looked like a coquettish child whispering his dissatisfaction in his heart...

chi chi!White air rose from Zhu Qing's whole body, and his figure slumped down. In a blink of an eye, he turned back into that thin old man again, but there were no traces left on his body, and all the creases on his skin stood out again.

Looking at Zhu Qing with a lonely face, Liu Qiankun smiled and said, "The number one master craftsman of ice, did he really smash the furnace made of thousand-year-old cold iron?" , Liu Qiankun was very proud.

Zhu Qing had no expression on her face, her eyes were fixed on the ugly ancient sword, and she just stood there naked, like a very professional mannequin!

Plop!Zhu Qing knelt on the ground with soft knees, and said in a trembling voice: "The magic soldier is born, and the family of Zhu's family will finally see the light of day..." His voice was like a dream, and two lines of old tears rolled down.

Liu Qiankun was completely dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the master craftsman who was full of arrogance just now was like an ignorant child kneeling in front of him and crying, but this old guy was still naked, not even covered with a fig leaf... …

"I wish the old man... I wish the craftsman... No, Master Zhu, please get up quickly, aren't you kneeling to kill my Liu Qiankun's life?" Liu Qiankun hastily stepped forward to help the crying old man, saying Hu Tianhai screamed for a while.

After finally helping Zhu Qing to sit on the rattan chair, Liu Qiankun took out a long gown from the ring and handed it to him. Zhu Qing grabbed the long gown and wiped it on his face before putting it on.

Regardless of Zhu Qing's age, the emotions come and go faster, and the emotions have completely returned to normal as soon as the tears on his face are wiped off, but the previous arrogance has long since disappeared, replaced by a heartfelt Respect and look forward to.

"Hey! Just now you babbled a lot and I didn't understand a single word!" Liu Qiankun finally couldn't help expressing the doubts in his heart.

Zhu Qing smiled, and the creases on his face trembled slightly. The old craftsman slowly revealed a secret about his family that was unknown to everyone.

According to legend, the Zhu clan has been passed down for millions of years. Its originator is a pair of twin brothers. The two brothers had ascended to Taoism millions of years ago, leaving the Zhu clan behind.

The Zhu family inherited the blood of the two great gods, and they were born with supernatural powers to resist fire. In addition, the supreme magic arts left by the two great gods were very popular even in the world of strong men such as Lin Shixiu. Moreover, it is precisely because of this that the number of members of the Zhu family has become increasingly thin, and when it was passed down to Zhu Qing's ancestors, there was only a single lineage left, and even the "Li Huo Zhen Jue" handed down by the family was incomplete, and it was gradually forgotten by the scholar circle. ...

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Zhu family passed down an oracle: "Icefield of the Imprisoner God, the truth is hidden, the magic soldier has no front, I wish the family glory!"

It’s not really a secret that the Prisoner God Ice Field is in the Ice Empire, it’s located in the Wannian Glacier north of the Ice Palace, and the strong Zhu clan have visited the Prisoner God Ice Field many times during the tens of thousands of years. , but all of them have gone and never returned, which made the originally thin Vulcan clan even worse. Today, Zhu Qing has become the only remaining fruit!

Zhu Qing is obsessed with the art of forging weapons, and has become the leading master craftsman in the Ice Empire a hundred years ago. He originally wanted to use the few precious blades he forged to exchange for the opportunity to explore the Prisoner Icefield. In exchange for a plaque of the number one master craftsman of ice, he closed the furnace for a hundred years in frustration.

In the past hundred years, countless monks and cultivators who have come to open the furnace begged him to open the furnace and cast the furnace. Zhu Qing only proposed one condition, to go to the Prisoner Ice Field to retrieve the "Lihuo Zhenjue", many people responded, but they still did not The yellow crane disappeared without a trace, and the hundred years of waiting had already made him numb. It was only today that his heart that had been silent for a hundred years was rekindled with a fiery hope!

After listening to this fabulous family story told by Zhu Qing, Liu Qiankun was in a fog, thinking two words silently in his heart: "Zhu Rong... Vulcan... Zhu Rong..."

"My god!" Liu Qiankun slapped his forehead fiercely and screamed out.

The name of Vulcan Zhu Rong was so loud that it shook Liu Qiankun's mind, and even the Qingming Sword in his hand trembled.

These two completely different worlds seem to be intricately intertwined, as if there is a big hand stuck around his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Liu Qiankun's face became gloomy, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. A voice in his mind shouted: "Impossible, it's purely a coincidence, just like there are thousands of Liu Qiankun in this other world..."

Looking at Liu Qiankun who was in a daze, Zhu Qing seemed rather complacent, and the arrogance of the descendants of the gods slowly surfaced on his face again.

"I, Liu Qiankun, don't care about the prison god ice field, what bullshit oracle, anyway, tomorrow I will see you, an old bastard, smashing this broken iron stove!" Liu Qiankun went crazy in vain, pointing at Zhu Qing cursed loudly.

...Zhu Qing was speechless, and instantly petrified on the spot.

"Huh!" Liu Qiankun snorted and turned around and walked towards the door. At this moment, he just wanted to find a place to have a good meal and sleep soundly, forgetting about all the disturbing coincidences.

"Fellow daoist, if you want the magic soldiers to attack, you have to go to the Prisoner God Icefield to find out. If you can get back the truth, I will thank you very much!" Zhu Qing's voice rang in his ears again.

Liu Qiankun seemed to have swallowed a fly, turned his head and spat hard, and walked towards the door without looking back...

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