Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 125 The brilliance of the rising sun and the setting sun, cast a first-class extreme sword and the swallow returns to its nest [ask for a monthly ticket]

The drizzle is light, and the rainy season is coming, and the air is filled with the fragrance of unripe plums.

The scenery of Jinguan City is beautiful, not inferior to that of Jiangling Mansion, plus the special status of Jianchi Palace in this city, so the King of Jiangling also bought property in this city.

Carved beams and painted buildings, rockery pavilions, nine-curved corridors and other luxurious decorations are all available. In a luxurious courtyard, a leisure pavilion stands quietly in the center of a small pool, and the water is shining everywhere.

There were three people sitting quietly in the pavilion. They were the Jiangling King in Confucian shirts, the second prince Zhao Pei with the golden sand between his eyebrows, and Li Qingchuan, the real man of the Tianshi Mansion in Taoist robes.

A charcoal stove is burning in the pavilion, and a pot of wine exuding a bright red color is placed on the stove. The wine is warming on the charcoal stove and slowly heating up.

King Jiangling picked up one or two plums and threw them into the red wine. The plums rolled and gave off a slightly sour and sweet smell, which mixed with the aroma of the wine.

"The news has already spread. The reputation of this son has been spread in the world. The Chunwei Palace will have an examination, and the civil and military examination will be the double leader. He will become the shortest champion of the largest Zhao Dynasty. In addition, before Chunxi, he was questioned about fraud , extradited Haoran in front of Qin Xiangfu, this son's reputation in the world is not weak."

"Now, the sword bell of Jianchi Palace is ringing 36 times, attracting the unborn old sword master with a bright sword heart, the future treasure of Jianchi Palace."

The second prince sat on the hollow carved stone bench with a faint smile on his face.

"I heard that in the Hell Mansion of Xiliang Kingdom, there are ghosts from the Hell Mansion who have moved across the river in person, wanting to collect this son's body and sacrifice it to the puppet refiner."

King Jiangling and Master Li smiled at this and didn't take it seriously.

"The Hell Mansion is a well-known demon sect in the world today. It is regarded as the state religion by the Xiliang Kingdom, and it is even more prosperous. This Hell Mansion is dedicated to killing geniuses. It uses ghosts and evil skills to the extreme."

"Being watched by the ghost guards from the Hell Mansion, that An Le can have a headache."

As a Taoist sect, the Heavenly Master's Mansion is naturally at odds with the Hell's Mansion, and is also disgusted by some of the methods of the Hell's Mansion, but it has to be admitted that the Hell's Mansion has the support of the entire Xiliang Kingdom and has become the state religion of Xiliang. It has risen and is not weak. Shifu.

"It's useless to think so much. As long as Anle stays in Jinguan City for a day, no, it should be said that in Shuzhong for a day, the ghost messengers of the Hell Mansion will definitely not dare to make a move, and they will not even dare to show their heads. They want Anle's life." I'm sure everyone is waiting for the old emperor to go north, after An Le leaves Lin'an Mansion."

"However, the ghost messengers of the Hell Palace...the most important thing is patience. They can afford to wait. It is rumored that a ghost messenger of the Hell Palace can wait for a full ten years in order to assassinate a target."

King Jiangling said with a light smile.

He picked up the boiling plum wine and poured it for the second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren.

The scarlet wine was swirling in the celadon cup, exuding a strangeness.

The second prince Zhao Pei took a sip, the sweet and sour taste of the plums mixed with the sweetness of the wine burst out in his mouth instantly.

"Is it delicious?"

King Jiangling said politely and with a smile.

"Good wine." Second Prince Zhao Pei said truthfully.

Taoist Li Qingchuan also took a sip: "It is really good wine. The old Taoist has never drunk it. I heard that the king of Jiangling likes to make wine and he is a good wine maker. Drinking it now really lives up to his reputation."

Hearing the compliments of the two, the King of Jiangling couldn't help showing a gentle smile when he saw the scarlet color left by the corners of their lips after drinking.

"It's just a false name. Wine making is purely a personal hobby, and this king doesn't care about these false names."

"It's delicious, you two should drink more."

King Jiangling laughed.

The plum rain poured down and landed on the black tiles of the pavilion, making a soft rustling sound.

Suddenly.

King Jiangling's drinking action stopped, and an invisible heat wave swept across the hall in the shape of shock waves at an extremely fast speed, forming a wind that pierced the pavilion.

King Jiangling's Confucian shirt fluttered, he frowned, and raised his head to look in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren from Tianshi Mansion also looked over.

But I saw a crimson hot air rolling up into the sky, and the plum rain that was falling all over the sky was evaporated, forming a beautiful scenery reflecting the crimson light curtain.

A surge of sword energy and sword intent swarmed out, stirring in the depths of Jianchi Lake.

The second prince Zhao Pei and the Taoist Li Qingchuan of Tianshi's Mansion have not yet understood what happened, and their heads are at a loss.

On the contrary, the eyes of King Jiangling, who often dealt with Jianchi Palace, shrank slightly.

"The furnace is fried... No, this power is not like an ordinary fryer. With such a heat wave, only the sword casting furnace of Wang Yansheng, the number one swordsmith in the world, can suppress such a fairy fire!"

"Wang Yansheng knows how to blow up furnaces? Impossible...unless, he is the one who started to put all his eggs in one basket for the final impact on that sword that has endured for decades!"

"Wang Yansheng wants to forge a first-grade extreme sword!"

First Grade Extreme Sword? !

The second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren of Tianshi Mansion were shocked when they heard the words.

It is not easy for swords in the world to reach the first rank, and those who reach the first rank of the ultimate sword are all the best in the world!

King Jiangling frowned.

This Wang Yansheng has been fighting for decades, why is he willing to go all out to attack the first-grade extreme sword today?
Such a heat wave meant that the sword casting furnace exploded, and there was no turning back.

Just as An Le rang the bell for 36 rings, Wang Yansheng was about to forge a sword.

Coincidence?
……

……

The blasted sword-forging furnace seemed to have extremely suppressed sword energy roaring out of it.

The sword-forging furnace that has cast countless swords, from extraordinary things, if calculated according to the rank, can be regarded as a magic weapon of the third rank.

Although it is not a real magic weapon, too many swords have been born in this sword casting furnace. Wang Yansheng, as the number one swordsmith in Jianchi Lake, has a distinguished status and qualifications that cannot be matched by ordinary swordsmiths, so his forging The sword furnace can be said to be the sword-making furnace that produces the most swords.

But now, the sword-forging furnace exploded, and the sword energy and the spirit of the sword weapon contained in each strand of the sword that came out of the furnace, all at this moment, without restriction, swept through and roared, causing a gust of wind in the sword-making workshop!

Following the burning red, the sword embryo, which seemed to be still flowing on the surface, was moved out of the sword casting furnace, and fell under the big hammer that An Le stretched all his muscles.

The heavy hammer was swung down heavily, and the hot air seemed to be distorted. When the heavy hammer fell, it let out an incomprehensible whimper, like a baby with sword qi in its swaddling baby, let out a miserable cry. sobbing.

Even An Le's heart couldn't help trembling, his heart felt a little weak, and he couldn't bear it or even dared to drop the hammer.

"Keep your mind! Smash it!"

"Don't hesitate! The most important thing now is to forge the sword!"

"Everything is false, everything is false!"

"Smash!"

"Smash!!!"

However, when An Le's heart trembled slightly, Wang Yansheng's sonorous and forceful voice exploded in his ears.

An Le swept away all the chaotic thoughts.

An Le's blood was rising again, and the more tempered blood was roaring like an angry beast at this moment.

The mysterious meaning of the ancient demon and five birds are all scattered around at this moment!

Slamming down with a hammer, it slammed into the oozing sword embryo that was integrated into Wang Yansheng's control, and came loosely, integrated into the iron embryo of Yuan Lingjing!

when--

A loud noise swept away like a storm in an instant, and indistinctly, there seemed to be invisible waves of fire, densely spreading, impacting the surroundings!
Even An Le, the instigator, felt like his eardrums were about to burst at this moment, bleeding out!

An extremely shrill cry came from the sword embryo on the sword casting platform.

An Le's hammer seemed to hit the baby's body instead of the sword embryo!
at the same time.

Wang Yansheng dropped the hammer without hesitation, and a crisp sound helped Anle to sweep away all the confusion and soft-heartedness in her heart.

On the side of the sword furnace, Wanjuliu, who was controlling the Earth Immortal Fire, was dumbfounded.

Even... My eyes are tearing apart!
"teacher!"

Wan Jieliu let out a low growl.

But what responded to him was Wang Yansheng's angry scolding: "Shut up!"

"If you don't want to do it, get out!"

Wan Jieliu immediately shut up, not daring to say more, even if he was scolded by the teacher in such words, he has no complaints or regrets.

He knows how critical this moment is, it is the sword embryo that has been tempered for decades, and Wang Yansheng intends to use it to attack the foundation of the first-grade extreme sword weapon.

However, today, Wang Yansheng took out the sword embryo from the furnace without hesitation, and blended it into the sword embryo that An Le beat.

Too crazy, too decisive!
Once it fails, decades of painstaking efforts will be wasted, and the possibility of forging a first-grade extreme sword will be completely lost, and you may regret the rest of your life!
And even if it succeeds, this first-grade extreme sword does not belong to Wang Yansheng, but to An Le!
Wan Jieliu's heart was trembling, never thought that the teacher would take such a step and make such a decision!
However, he is not qualified to dissuade him at all, nor can he dissuade him.

Wan Jieliu's eyes turned red instantly, he knew too well what this time meant.

There is a trace of fate between heaven and earth, and the teacher just wants to grasp this trace of fate!

And this fate lies in the young man who made a sword for the first time in front of him!

Don't dare to speak anymore, don't dare to say more.

Naturally, he was unwilling to get out, and at this moment and opportunity, he had to do his best, even if... it was just to control the fire.

Wan Jieliu directly concentrated his mind, and without complaint or regret, he began to control the fire in the center of the earth that was raging due to the explosion.

Everyone outside the Sword Forging Workshop was stunned.

This young man... What a face, he actually asked two master swordsmiths to assist him!

The swordsmiths in Jianchi Palace were all trembling, thinking that Wang Yansheng was crazy. How could such a move be any different from being crazy?

A first-grade extreme sword, how many swordsmiths must pursue it?
However, Wang Yansheng bet everything on a young man!

Su Muzhe's complexion changed drastically, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting's gaze was not shocked, but complicated.

Perhaps, only Zhao Huangting understood Wang Yansheng's mood at the moment.

Although Wang Yansheng's deadline has not yet arrived, it is almost there. He has not broken through the ten realms, so he can only gamble everything so that there will be no regrets in the future.

When a sliver of fate swings by, if you can't grasp this sliver of fate, then you will live in troubles in the years to come, and you will never find another chance.

Just like Zhao Huangting, he wanted to fight for a clear idea and a refreshing fight.

It's just to make my life complete and without regrets.

Even if Wang Yansheng really failed to forge the sword, at least Wang Yansheng was crazy about it and worked hard for it.

Because I have fought, I have no regrets.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhao Huangting's lips, looking at the sword casting workshop, sweating profusely, his eyes shining brightly, as if the old man with silver hair on the sword had recovered his youthful heart, and the Nirvana suppressed by the heart sword The fire seemed to be beating uncontrollably, wanting to rush out and burn everything.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes, feeling the beating, every centimeter was burning the flame of his life, but there was a different kind of emotion in his heart.

That is the most splendid portrayal of his life.

The pictures of the years flashed before my eyes, listening to throwing everything away, no regrets, grasping the fate, and trying my best to cast the sound of the hammer of the sword.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Zhao Huangting's heart.

Everyone was shocked, only he was laughing.

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……

An Le felt that her hammer swing was numb.

The qi and blood seemed to be frozen and frozen by the sword qi, unable to move at all, and the innate aura in the dantian was even oppressed by the sword qi and could not flow at all!

This sword energy is too terrifying, just the sword energy flowing out of the sword embryo makes it difficult for him to parry!

Every swing of his hammer was extremely difficult, if he didn't have the sword body, he might not even have the ability to swing the hammer.

The primordial spirit was trembling, and the heart sword and sword embryo under him seemed to be baptized by the sword energy, and was hammered and beaten. This time, even if the sword casting failed at this moment, the harvest of peace and happiness would be huge.

Because at this moment, his heart sword and sword embryo are almost about to take shape, and the heart sword and sword embryo he obtained from the sword waterfall map is far from the real shape.

However, these years of casting swords not only forged the sword of reality, but also the heart sword in the sword furnace.

Maybe, in a short while, it will truly show the shape of a heart sword!
"hammer!!!"

With a roar, An Le's mind was pulled back, and An Le's primordial spirit opened his eyes like a god glaring.

The heart sword and sword embryo radiated brilliance, allowing An Le to regain control of the physical body and drop the hammer again!

Dang-ding!

Dang-ding!

The aura that was brought up is getting higher and higher, constantly surging upwards!

Like in the vast sea, one wave after another piled up, and finally turned into a terrifying giant wave tens of feet high!
Although the old swordsmith Wang Yansheng was still assisting An Le, every roar he made would pull An Le back on the verge of losing her mind!

The pores of An Le's body secreted blood, which was the change of his body after being tempered. With each hammer falling, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

At this moment, he was under too much pressure!

For a sword embryo of the first grade, every time he smashed it, the shock and pressure he endured were even more majestic than the total force he hammered out in the previous five days and five nights!

However, An Le's physical body seemed to emit a brilliant sword chant, and the sword body made An Le's whole body penetrate with sword energy, penetrating from top to bottom, venting all these powers.

boom!
The ground was covered with dense spider webs, and the whole sword casting workshop was shaking, cracks climbed onto the wall, and even spread out of the ground!

Each hammer is accompanied by two consecutive knocking sounds.

The cracks in the earth will add a few points and spread out a few points!
With another hammer, the roof instantly cracked and exploded, but strangely, the shattered roof did not fall downwards, instead, it was all washed away by the powerful sword energy, and turned into countless broken tiles and dust, falling on the ground. around.

The wall was shattered, the tiles flew away, and only the two figures were left exposed between the sky and the earth, facing the beating of the sword furnace.

One young man, one old man.

Full of vigor and vitality, it's getting dark.

It is like the contrast between the rising sun and the setting sun, the encounter and harmony between spring and cicadas.

Everything in the world is silent at this moment, only the posture of the young man and the old man swinging the hammer, and the sound of beating that exploded in the world!

The sword embryo was completely fused into a palm-wide sword, and it was not a thin sword just from the sword embryo.

It is different from Qingshan, and even more different from Mochi.

Vaguely, there is a feeling of desolation, a unique meaning spreading!
The sledgehammer fell again, and the baby-like cry no longer came from the oozing sword embryo, and gradually became silent.

The sword energy whizzing around the sword furnace soared into the sky, and it seemed to be flowing backwards, rushing back towards the sword embryo. At this moment, the sword seemed to be the center of the crushing magnetic field.

The blue shirt on An Le's body exploded suddenly, revealing a slender but muscular upper body. Every time she was beaten, some ancient scriptures would appear on the body surface, which seemed quite strange.

Qingshan trembled slightly at his waist, and the ink pool had already dared not move.

Facing the imminent formation of a first-grade extreme sword, even though Mochi is now a fourth-grade sword, but facing the absolute suppression of rank, he still dare not move a little bit!
"almost!"

"Don't relax! Go on!"

Wang Yansheng's eyes were shining, but at this moment, there was endless peace on his face.

Holding the hammer, he still followed Anle's hammer every time, holding Anle's hammer strength.

When the silkworm is dead, the silk will be exhausted, and the torch will turn into gray and tears will begin to dry.

The old man seemed to have exhausted his life's brilliance to assist in forging this peerless first-grade sword!
And between the opening and closing of the old man's eyes, he seemed to see his life of making swords on the beaten sword embryo.

But at the age of five, he took up the hammer and began to forge against the iron embryo.

Day after day, the sound of beating permeated all his life.

Now he has lived for more than 500 years, from the age of five to more than 500 years old, he has forged countless swords, and he may forge a long-dreamed extreme sword at the end of his life!

An Le's heart sword is shining brightly, the sword stove is clanging, and the sword energy is boiling.

He pursed his lips and kept pounding the hammer. This is the only thing he can do now!
The whole body was already covered with blood, and the splendid ancient scriptures seemed to be covered up and blurred, but An Le's eyes were shining!
The old man assisted An Le in the beating, but his face was full of nostalgia, nostalgia for his boring but passionate sword-making life.

When the last ray of sword energy poured into the sword embryo lying quietly in the cracked sword casting furnace.

There was only one picture left in front of Wang Yansheng's eyes.

In the midst of flying snow all over the sky, at the age of five, he picked up the hammer for the first time, and struck the first hammer that hit the sword embryo on the sword furnace.

That is the beginning of the relationship between the child and the casting sword.

Like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

A soft smile could not help but hang on the corner of the old man's lips.

When An Le swung the jackhammer, the old man lowered his hand holding the hammer silently, and took a step back, full of relief and free and easy, watching An Le's sledgehammer cut through a shocking arc, and finally slammed It hit the sword embryo in the sword casting furnace.

hum-

An extremely high-pitched sword chant suddenly resounded from the sword furnace!

Everyone's swords seemed to be trembling.

Afterwards, a beam of sword light could be seen soaring into the sky from the blasted sword casting furnace.

Like a dragon diving out of an abyss, a fish leaping into the vast sea!

Dapeng soared to the ninth heaven!
Everyone raised their heads, only to see the volleying sword rushing into the sea of ​​clouds, instantly there were countless electric shocks, and the thunder struck and baptized.

The evening clouds were all washed away, and all the clouds and rain stopped.

In Jianchi Palace, everyone raised their heads, and in Jinguan City, everyone raised their eyes.

Look at the peerless sword that dances in the sky and stirs up the electric dragon!
In front of the dilapidated sword casting workshop, magma billowed out of the two shattered sword casting furnaces, and the earth immortal fire was swaying.

However, the old man Wang Yansheng raised his head with a smile on his face and looked up at the wanton and unruly sword in the sky.

Wang Yansheng's momentum rose steadily.

Carrying peace and joy, ascending to the sky, as if standing in the clouds.

The sword comes out of the sword furnace, and the light and cold frighten the bulls!
Looking at the sword that is still hazy with steaming heat.

The old man chuckled and said, "An Le, this sword was forged by you and me, and it is also your first sword. You are the main force, and I am the assistant. Before entering the Jianchi Lake to temper the sword, you should have taken the name of the sword. "

"However, the old man has worked hard for this sword for decades, and now the sword is finally completed, and the sword will follow you from now on, but the old man is willing to ask for a chance to get a sword name."

In mid-air, silver threads flew from Wang Yansheng's sword, accompanied by the sword that glowed coldly and intertwined with thunder.

Bow to Anle.

Seeing this, An Le hurriedly replied: "Senior, you are serious. The key to this sword is to refine the sword embryo for decades. The boy is just icing on the cake."

"The name of the sword should be taken by the seniors."

An Le naturally knew how to advance and retreat. If he relied on his own strength, let alone this precious sword, he would not be able to forge a second-grade sword.

When Wang Yansheng heard this, he immediately smiled gratefully.

After that, he looked at the sword, raised his hand, and grabbed the rough hilt that had never been carefully crafted.

In an instant, countless electric currents surged, the majestic sword energy swept across, the old man's clothes flew up, and the frosty hair and sword temples stirred endlessly.

The old man caressed the extremely hot sword lightly. It can be seen that there are intertwined lines on the sword. There are clouds, ancient pills, flying swallows, and a little boy with a hammer, who is happy to successfully forge a sword... It is very strange .

The old man's eyes became softer.

Looking at the old man and the sword, An Le couldn't help asking softly: "Senior, what is the name of this sword?"

The old man tapped on the blade of the sword with his fingers.

The sword's chant is like the cry of a swallow, with a thousand rounds of mellowness. When the dream comes back for a short time, the original intention will not be forgotten.

"This sword is called..."

"The swallow returns to its nest."

ps: The name of the sword is so simple that no one should guess it. Please ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket for support!

(End of this chapter)