Dragon Herder

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“It seems you don’t know much about others.” The old lady Jianzun laughed.

Zhu Minglang still didn’t come back to his senses, recalling some details, but couldn’t figure out the reason for it.

“After you have watched Abandoned Sword Forest, you should go home early. You have a great change in the family in these years.” said the old lady of Jianzun.

“Okay, Master. Regarding my visit to Sword Sect, Sword Sect, please don’t tell other people. I’m afraid that some old Senior Brother Junior Brothers will find me to compare swords.” Zhu Minglang said.

“I know, I know, you are now Yulong, maybe it will be more brilliant than before, Master, I have always believed in you.” Jianzun old lady said with a smile.

Looking at this elderly lady, Zhu Minglang has a lot of feelings in his heart. He has a lot to say, but it seems that everything is silent.

“The grandpa should rest more and take care of your body from now on,” Zhu Minglang said.

The old lady Jianzun waved his hand and signaled Zhu Minglang to go.

Zhu Minglang walked out, and just turned around and walked out of the villa hall, he heard the old man Jianzun whisper to a female disciple waiting by the side: “Who…”

“Master, what is your order?”

“Girl, go to the memorial house and take away the three-character “Zhu Minglang”. There is no need to worship every month. Save some money for sesame oil,” said the old lady Jianzun.

Outside the door, Zhu Minglang stepped on the empty stairs and almost rolled out.

After stabilizing his figure, Zhu Minglang is already in tears.

Master, do you believe me that way?

……

Going to the side peak and staying in the village, Nan Lingsha and Fang Niannian are waiting for their meal together. The long eyebrow discipline is also on the side, maintaining a meticulously standing posture.

Zhu Minglang sat down and glanced at the light dishes.

Sword Sect’s dishes have always been light, mostly vegetarian dishes. Zhu Minglang, who had only left here 16 years old, was exactly a year earlier because of this.

The food is not good, nothing is worthy of nostalgia!

These green bamboo shoots are said to be cultivated with Spirit of Heaven and Earth, and even if they do not eat meat, they are more nutritious than meat.

In the Mountain Sword Sect, the most important thing in sword practice is the sword heart, sword energy, and sword intent. Only by eating less meat and eating more of these celestial elements can one’s cultivation be stabilized and the world can rely on the sword name.

So Zhu Minglang gave up sword repair and chose Red Braised Pork, Wild Mushroom Stew, Pure Meat Fried Pork…

Thinking that the past few days might have been eating these, Zhu Minglang decided to release the big Hei Ya and let it get some real delicacies in the name of killing the mountain spirits and making wild boars. At night, it can still be Drinking the plum wine here and roasting the pig by the open fire, this is the life of Xiaoyao Jianxiu!

“Niannian, you will take Hei Ya to the other side of the mountain in a while.” Zhu Minglang pointed out the window and whispered to Fang Niannian.

“Good!” When it comes to eating, Fang Niannian will never refuse, and Zhu Minglang does not know how to cook. Barbecue is truly a must.

“Girl Lingsha, just go around and relax, and you will be tired after a long journey,” Zhu Minglang said.

“En.” Nan Lingsha complied, and I don’t know if the temperament has changed again, or if he doesn’t like talking while eating.

Realm fluctuates up and down at the Jun level.

Still Dragon Herder.

Zhu Minglang glanced at Nan Lingsha and felt that this woman had become more like a cloud of fog.

Forget it, there will be time to learn more later.

Zhu Minglang didn’t bother with this problem anymore. He ate a few bites casually and saved some stomach for the evening meal.

“Senior Brother.” Zi Miaozhu came from the door, his eyes wafting with irresistible joy.

“Thanks for Junior Sister.” Zhu Minglang said.

“Master Gu Tang has already agreed. You said that Ancestral Dragon City is sitting in the middle of the city. Don’t worry about it anymore,” Zi Miaozhu said.

“En, en, that’s good.” Zhu Minglang let out a long sigh of relief.

With the Sword Sect powerhouse, you can take the initiative to go to the territory of the imperial capital without having to rush.

“Senior Brother, after you left, the abandoned sword forest has been there forever. Only when the swords in the hands of some disciplines are damaged and rusted will they be thrown into the forest.” Zi Miaozhu said.

“What strange thing happened, even the sword Revered Masters can’t handle it?” Zhu Minglang asked puzzledly.

“It is said that there are ghosts and charms and spiritual wisdom. When the disciplines go to discard the swords, they will appear. When the Masters go to annihilate them, they are hidden. Only you and Xuehen Master know the inside of the abandoned sword forest. Circumstances, but Xuehen Master has never paid attention to such things.” Zi Miaozhu said.

“I heard some senior brothers with a higher cultivation base say that it may be the abandoned swords, because no one cares about them, and there are some grievances. This resentment is like a ghost, starting to retaliate against our sword repair disciplines.” Said the long eyebrow discipline.

“When does it usually appear?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“At sunset, day and night alternate.”

“Okay, I’ll go and see.”

“Senior Brother, I will accompany you.” Zi Miaozhu said.

“No, you take Nan Lingsha 4 for a stroll.” Zhu Minglang said.

“Okay.” This time, Zi Miaozhu agreed very simply, and there seemed to be some other small thoughts in those eyes, bright and bright.

……

The sword is the biggest consumable of Sword Sect.

Whether it’s the Peach Wood Sword that was first practiced, or the iron sword that became a discipline, and then to the good swords made of various fine and precious metals.

Zhumen can be said to be the largest supplier of Sword Sect, because Zhumen has 2 major factions, one is forging armor and the other is forging swords. In fact, Zhumen has made other casting tools.

It’s just that Zhu Minglang was 15 years old and spent more time in the Mountain Sword sect. He was not at all interested in casting.

The loss of swords is huge, and every sword repair requires long-term practice of the sword style. Whether it is aerial dance, practice with wooden stakes, or even practice with stone statues, it is easy to damage the sword.

Walking along the long road without lamps, next to 2 are tall pine and yellow bamboo, both of which are tall and straight.

Deliberately waiting until the evening was approaching, Zhu Minglang looked at the shadows of these increasingly verdant pine and bamboo, and his mind kept turning around like the pages of a book.

Moving on, you can already see some rotten wooden swords, randomly scattered on the ground, with some moss growing on them.

Going deeper, the path is eroded by soil and weeds. Looking around, one can see one after another iron swords and bronze swords stuck in the soil, standing upright like those pine and bamboo!

More and more swords were discarded, and there were as many as 100 swords as far as possible.

When he was very young, the old lady Jianzun told himself that every abandoned sword here is a tombstone of a sword. When they were “alive”, they all had a story of their own.

Some swords were damaged since they were cast and no one used them, so they were discarded here.

Some swords are more famous than their users. Everyone wants to get them, but in the end they fell in a famous battle and were sealed here forever.

Some swords, like those who attempt nothing and accomplish nothing, are plain and plain. When the lifespan arrives, they fall into the soil.

Going deeper, there are more swords, even denser than those of pine and bamboo. They are of different lengths and styles. The overwhelming majority are inserted upside down on the soil like tombstones, and they cannot be counted at a glance. How many Qings are there!

Evening sunset, the setting sun, the shadows of pine wood and yellow bamboo intertwined with the shadows of abandoned swords like grass. The pine and bamboo are verdant and the sword body is dull, but the shadow and the shadow are completely blended. The sword formed this sword forest that was extremely quiet in the dusk.

As the light of the setting sun shot into the sword, the rust on 1000 to 10000 abandoned swords became more gorgeous than ever before.

Copper rust, iron rust, blue rust, red rust…

Is there no rust in sunshine and time?

Otherwise, how can there be dusk.

……

“Xuehen aunt, my hands are numb.”

As night was approaching, a young boy said with sweat on his face.

“carry on.”

……

“My palm is bleeding.”

The blazing sun was shining, and the abandoned sword had been roasted hot and red.

“carry on.”

……

“Xuehen aunt, when should I practice before I can be as strong as you?”

The heavy snow was flying, inexperienced youth stood in the snow and asked.

“What does it take to sharpen the sword?”

“Hard and smooth gravel.” Inexperienced youth replied.

“From today, you will pull out every sword in the forest, slash it at the sky, and use the wind as gravel. When you polish away the rust on every abandoned sword, you can leave here. Up.”

Take wind as gravel.

Every sword here has worn its own cocoon and drank its own blood.

But they also saw their edge again!

……

Over the years, the abandoned swords in the sword forest still stand in the soil, and their sharp and clean bodies are once again covered with rust. Zhu Minglang is carrying the dusk, and the sword group is also carrying the dusk. All the pictures are coming, letting Zhu Minglang as if having a fish bone stuck in one’s throat, breathing started to be a little unsmooth.

Regret?

Zhu Minglang has never been.

It’s just a little sentimental, a little helpless.

No matter how brilliant the peerless sword, there will be a rusty day.

In the rush of years, if your heart belongs to it, you will not regret it.

“Buzz~ Buzz~ hum~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

Suddenly, a uniform sword trembling sounded from the quiet forest, and the rhythm seemed to be 1000 palace zithers played around Zhu Minglang. When it was in the ear, the soul couldn’t help but chill.

Zhu Minglang came back to his senses, looking at the sword sea surging forward with great momentum with the ups and downs of the mountains and forests, looking at them as if they had heard some ancient call, they must be pulled out of the soil, and suddenly written on their face Full of terrified look.

The sword shadow is shaking, the pine forest is dim, and the evening light has been completely obscured by the mountains. This forest is about to escape into the dark night, but the shadow of the sword seems to have come alive, moving towards the sky, the earth, and the forest.

However, the real abandoned sword is still stuck in the soil. The sword shadow is like a ghost coming from the tombstone. When it is flying, it makes a sharp sword scream with the air, making the original sword string suddenly become 100 ghost sharp. Howl!