Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

The young sword cultivator stood in the sword furnace, with a snow sculpture flapping its wings on its arm, its long white wings almost blended into the snow-covered Yuanshan Mountain.

"Master," said the young Jianxiu, "I just received the news that Ji Lian and his party left the Pill Valley, and our people couldn't keep up."

Gu Shisan did not respond to him.

This is the largest sword furnace in Yuanshan Jianmen.

Back then when this place was called Yuanshan Mountain City, the people who lived here had always been very fashionable with swords. Young people would be ashamed to go out without wearing a long sword, but after getting together with a sword, they must hang it around their waists. Take out the sword in the room and compare it with everyone. Everyone is proud of practicing swords.

This also has something to do with the fact that the mountain city is the fortress in the west of China, so the whole people practice martial arts.

Also because of this reason, there are countless iron shops of all sizes in the mountain city, and skilled craftsmen who are good at making swords flock here. The Yuanxi Palace often holds sword appreciation conferences. The price will skyrocket, and it will be hard to find the daughter of the sword that will be sold later.

And being able to enter the sword furnace in the Yuanxi Duke's mansion is the greatest honor for those swordsmiths.

Sword, sword, sword.

For Gu Shisan, besides Young Master Pingan, he is most familiar with the sword.

The former Yuanxi government house collected countless famous swords.

Whether the sword body is as bright as a pool of moonlight, or it is slender and straight like a gentleman's bamboo, or it is a epee without a front that is ingenious and ingenious, he has touched, used, and felt all of them one by one.

Often at that time, Young Master Pingan was watching the chess record by his side, turning the black jade chess piece in his hand, and would look at him when he got agitated.

As a servant, he was not able to learn advanced swordsmanship, and it was not his turn to fiddle with those famous swords.

It was Xia Ping'an who insisted on letting him learn.

Gu Shisan remembered that he knelt down in fear and fear at that time, wondering how he, a slave without father and mother, could be seen by this young master and given such great kindness.

"Don't look so stupid," Xia Pingan said, "I just saw a sword on you."

This reason made Gu Shisan even more panicked at that time.

The Duke Yuanxi, who died prematurely for no reason, was on the sidelines at that time, smiling and watching his son invite martial arts masters for his servants as if playing a temper tantrum. It was the young master who was in poor health who was so tired that he fell asleep.

Only then did Yuan Xigong greet Gu Shisan with a friendly smile.

"It's really a good sword," Yuan Xigong, who has an ordinary face that doesn't match his reputation, said the generally ambiguous words to his son, "Then, please protect your master well in the future. is you."

To protect the future Lord Yuanxi and Sword Master Changyuan, the boy who was only twelve years old was almost not crushed to death by the sudden and heavy burden.

Fortunately, he survived.

And, just today, he understood what Xia Ping'an and Yuan Xigong said.

The Changyuan Sword, which looked exactly like a fire stick, was placed in front of him.

The ground fire, which was extremely hot, had already ignited in the sword furnace, and the magma the color of the red sun was rolling and flowing, but the end of the sword embryo's Changyuan sword near the furnace fire was already burning red, but there was no sign of softening.

But he saw from the pitch-black sword embryo——

—a sword.

In that shape enough to make people laugh, under the dark skin, he saw a sword.

Is this Chang Yuan?Gu Shisan thought.

No, this might be the sword in his heart, the sword Xia Pingan and Yuan Xigong had on him.

He exhaled lightly, the disciples at the door saw what his posture had reflected what the head of the house was doing, so they retreated respectfully without daring to disturb him, and closed the door of the sword furnace by the way.

Gu Shisan, who hadn't noticed anyone coming from the beginning to the end, has fallen into a mysterious situation. He had already taken off the clothes on his upper body because of the high temperature in the sword furnace, revealing his lean chest and arms, and the sweat on his skin The pearls just came out and then evaporated due to the high temperature, but the faint coolness brought by it could not protect at all.

The sect master, who didn't realize that he didn't even open the qi gang for his body, dropped the steel hammer, the magic weapon for the sword, raised his hand, and made a fist.

Mana like a green sword glow emerged from between the fingers, and was withdrawn into the body as Gu Shisan took a deep breath.

At this moment, the sun star moved to the center of Yuanshan and the top space.

Gu Shisan punched it down.

"Bah!"

***

The third year of the Great Xialing Emperor Calendar, the ninth day of September.

China is full of turmoil because of Ziweijian's return to the royal family and Tianyi. The Xia family, which has ruled the dynasty for thousands of years, finally won the chance to survive through blood and hard work, but another behemoth began to fall apart.

Tianyi Mountain.

Many sect masters and leaders of various forces gathered together, and indistinctly divided into countless small groups. Tianyi's once solemn elder hall is now full of people, and the expressions on the faces of the group of well-dressed celebrities and The beggar who hits the autumn wind is exactly the same.

This statement was a little funny, but Beihong couldn't laugh at all.

Opposite him, there are three people.

A door owner of the machine-changing door, a yellow-faced middle-aged man with crystal eyes on the bridge of the nose, his eyes are narrowed into thin slits, and when he speaks, he always puts his face close to the person he is talking to, as if he really can't see clearly of.

The owner of the Jibianmen is called Huang Yu, his name is ordinary, his appearance is ordinary, and his cultivation level is also ordinary among the elders who are in charge of the sect. Even among the major sects, the Jibianmen is also an ordinary person. I can't say anything unusual about the sect, but every time Huang Ping leaned over to talk to Beihong, Beihong, who was half a round older than Huang Ping next year, couldn't help shivering down his back.

There is also the head of Qiongyi of the Daohe sect, who is an old fox. Although he looks old and is about to become a fairy and go away, he looks honest when he is making grass, dropping his book bag with his mouth shut, as if he has no intention at all. , but will decide to use his power to assist the Lou Family uprising in Qionglin Province and has an inexplicable relationship with the uprisings in Nam Dinh Province. If the real Beihong really believes that he is a pure and good person, it is true There are ghosts.

These two people alone are enough to stress Daoist Beihong, but there is another person on his right who is drinking tea slowly.

Daoist Beihong almost died of fright.

The great witch has left the Great Wu Heavenly Palace, does the emperor know?

Her Majesty the Queen has absolutely no idea that the Prince Regent has been very busy in the palace recently, so he probably knows but has no ability to manage it.

Four people sat around a table of the Eight Immortals, and the disciples put spiritual fruit and fine nectar on the table. Seeing them put these good things, Master Beihong wanted to scold the group of disciples who were not helping them to death, but this The three of them stared at him intentionally or unintentionally, and Master Beihong could only swallow the curse words through gritted teeth.

The first person to speak was really Qiong Yi from the Daohe sect.

"Tianyiyi's weather is really good. My sect can't even get some spiritual fruits if they want to eat them."

Huang Ping, the machine-changing door, nodded with a smile on the side, and the speed of gnawing the spirit fruit did not slow down at all.

It wasn't until the plate of spiritual fruit in front of him was finished that Huang Ping picked up the wine slowly and savored it carefully, then he put down the cup to match the real Qiong Yi's words, "Well, rich and powerful."

Master Beihong: "You two brothers, don't say that. If it weren't for you distinguished guests, the Moon Spirit Fruit would be a good thing that I wouldn't even be able to eat. If it wasn't for the people from Youmeng, how could I bring out the good things."

"Hey," Master Qiongyi didn't care much about food, but he became more excited after hearing what Master Beihong said, "So Tianyi still has good things after all, it's better than my house, even if you want to bring out good things to entertain everyone I can’t take it out, Dawu, don’t you think so?”

Holding the cup, Wu Ren seemed to be wandering, and only raised her eyes when she heard the shout.

"Ha ha."

The other three: "..."

What does this guy mean?

The big witch concealed that he didn't take part in the battle. The real Qiongyi and the head of the Huang family looked at each other and then looked at the real Beihong who was sitting here.

Daoist Beihong only felt cold sweat running down his back, he was really not good at this kind of thinking.

The Great Elder who gathered everyone from the sect to imprison him was very good at such maneuvers. Beihong still remembered the high-spirited look of the Great Elder who led the crowd to stand in front of him, saying that everything on the top of the mountain was properly arranged and asked the head to move. , I can't see that it is a person who is older than him, but now...

monster.

Master Beihong recited these two back and forth in his mind, imagining that he was chewing the monster in his mouth, and it must taste delicious when paired with fiery red dried chilies.

"The head of Beihong," it was Qiongyi Daoist who interrupted Beihong's imagining, he stroked the goatee - Beihong was more than 50 years older than him but did not appear as old as him, "We also understand People don't speak secretly, how do you want to deal with the current incident?"

How to deal with it?Master Beihong thought, if only he knew how to deal with it.

Obviously, no matter who was present, everyone wanted to get the Ziwei Sword. Tiandao is now the target of public criticism because they were the first to strike, but the matter is so unreasonable. Now that the matter is revealed, the former alliance immediately turned around, as if they hadn't eaten in months. A wolf like a full meal pounced on him.

A large number of disciples fled, but the Law Enforcement Hall, which should be in charge of this issue, was overwhelmed by the old cases of Tianyi disciples bullying others and breaking the law. Deal with it. In the past few days alone, he has received ten cases of news that the elites of the Law Enforcement Hall were attacked and killed on the road. If the real Beihong was not still sitting here, the panic-stricken Tianyi might have been empty. .

But... what role can a person like him play?

How else could he handle it?

"I……"

It was only when Master Beihong spoke a word carefully that the four masters were startled, and they all stood up and looked towards the northwest.

The edge of the sky that should be in the direction of Yuanshan suddenly shines brightly, all kinds of strange colors take turns, and the brilliance reflects that half of the sky is colorful, and all kinds of auras of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are violently rippling, but this group of people is even more excited. What is noticeable is that the clouds in the northwest sky are changing, and the wind blows by and outlines the outline like a dragon and a tiger.

It was only at this moment that there was a thunderous sound from afar.

"Bah—!"