Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

While Yu Libai was still in front of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, and Ji Lian was still working tirelessly to split the water, the battle on Yuanshan was fierce.

At that time, it was not yet noon, and the Zhang Yuan Sword had not yet been reborn, and the sword cultivators of Yuanshan and the monster demon cultivators were fighting inseparably.

I also understand that the time when the Changyuan Sword was born is not far away, the attacks of the monsters are becoming more fierce and fearless, the whole mountain is covered with billowing black smoke, the white snow on the extremely holy snow peak has long been turned into dirty black mud, the cold The wind whizzed and rolled up the black mist, and under the double attack of icy cold and devilish energy, even the sword cultivators who had long been accustomed to the climate on the mountain were slightly affected.

The consequence of this influence is that the front line at this moment has approached the Great Sword Furnace.

The sound of swords and spells exploding can be heard endlessly. While desperately trying to push back the front line, the sword repairers secretly aimed at the door of the big sword furnace in fear.

Nothing seemed to come out of the heavy black iron gate.

...There should be no problem, right?

The disciples of Jianmen thought with trepidation.

If one of them is not done well today, the success will fall short, Changyuan Sword has a small matter, and the sword master has a big matter.

Even if God sees the widows who have been guarded by their sect master for 500 years, they must bless them with success.

The disciples sincerely and purely hoped that Gu Shisan did not know that the iron door of the Great Sword Furnace was as soundproof and shockproof as they thought, and Gu Shisan in the sword furnace felt nothing.

The raised fist of Master Gu who withdrew from the mysterious situation stopped in mid-air, he blinked in confusion, a drop of sweat was evaporated by the high temperature in the sword furnace before it dripped from his eyelashes.

"what……"

The man exhaled deeply, as if he wanted to expel the air from his entire body.

In front of him, the main body of the sword has been roughly completed.

...It should be finished, right?

Gu Shisan thought with some uncertainty.

The main reason is that the one in front of him doesn't really look like a sword.

The top three ranks of the Chinese gods, in fact, do not have much difference in strength. For Sanchitian, Ziwei, and Changyuan, it is their fame among mortals that determines their ranking.

And everyone in the world knows that the Three Chitian is red gold, the purple is slightly pale, and Changyuan is black.

Gu Shisan looked at the pitch-black... thing in front of him that didn't look like it was made by his hands, and felt that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Even if he is as determined as he is, he can't help but break out in cold sweat, thinking about the... thing in front of him was broken by his wrong hand, what should he do now?Will he be troubled by the Great Witch Helian?

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down and reached out to touch the Changyuan Sword.

The edge of the pitch-black iron block was still red like a red sun, just after it was removed from the flame, Gu Shisan felt the frightening temperature before his fingertips touched the abyss.

He paused, and held it without hesitation.

A smell of burnt meat immediately spread in the sword furnace.

Gu Shisan frowned.

In fact, his hand has long been a horrible appearance. Even with the protection of mana, it is not easy to use his hand as a hammer for striking a sword directly. What's more, his behavior did not last for a short while, but A whole year.

The backs of both hands were bloody and bloody, the joints of each finger were covered with white bones, and there were even scorched areas around the edges of the wound and large swollen blood bubbles. As a sword repairman who always cherished his hands, it was just like this now. Even a brief glance made him feel OCD.

This is not the point.

Gu Shisan forcibly moved his eyes from his hand to the "Chang Yuan Sword".

The posture of the sword body is elegant, the arc of the lines is perfect, and every detail is so beautiful that it makes people tremble.

Even the shapes of tiny pieces of feathers are portrayed vividly, and the small ones are more delicate and cute than the head with a circle of thumbs. The beak protrudes from the front, and the sharp and smooth lines make people think To touch.

Do you think the adjective is wrong?

Of course.

Because the Changyuan sword rebuilt by Gu Shisan in front of him is a statue of a small bird.

The bird's tail feathers are five feet long, tall and straight, intertwined and overlapped, with sharp ends. From Gu Shisan's point of view, he thinks it's okay to use this bird like a sword.

The problem is... this is a sword in the first place!

Master Gu felt that his mood was almost broken.

What the hell happened? !

... Well, he knows what the hell it is... something, but is it possible that what he wants to create is the Changyuan Sword?Even if he really missed the young master very much, he wouldn't commit such an oolong.

Gu Shisan recognized the statue.

It was precisely this reason that Xia Pingan was deprived of his title by the imperial court.

Bearing the blood of demons, she humiliated the royal family.

The last sword master of Changyuan, Xia Ping'an, is the son of a great demon and a human being.

And the old lady is said to be a bird.

Gu Shisan had never seen the old lady, and almost no one in the mountain city had seen her. They only knew that Mr. Yuan Xi got married suddenly, and then there was news that his wife was pregnant, gave birth prematurely, and died of illness. It seemed like a dream that quickly disappeared.

But the Xia Pingan she gave birth to, apart from her frail body, was not at all unusual... inhuman.

Gu Shisan's eyes darkened, and he raised the Changyuan Sword.

It's almost not done, he thought.

His gaze scanned the blade inch by inch, and finally stopped on the bird's head.

no eyes.

***

500 years ago.

The situation in Yuanshan became more and more urgent.

Yuan Xigong has an army called the Yuanshan Army, which was left over from Taizu's time. Its purpose is to guard the gate of all demons and prevent monsters from escaping.

After Xia Ping'an's death, most of the people in the mountain city were sent away, but these soldiers stayed and were called the first batch of disciples of Yuanshan Jianmen.

The seal of Great Witch Helian used to be too strong, and there has been no problem for 500 years. Compared with other national guards who occasionally fought with Western barbarians, Yuanshan Army has hardly experienced war since its establishment. .

In the past, some soldiers felt that it was a pity that there was no war, and that a man should make a contribution to his life.

Now... they know their ignorance, but the peace that has been torn apart cannot be exchanged for regret.

The mountain city will be destroyed.

More than half of the city wall collapsed, and the world-renowned exquisite ladder in the city was destroyed in the flames of war. Gu Shisan withdrew his gaze from the window to the clouds and mist, and returned his attention to the booklet in front of him.

He stared at the paper in front of him in a trance. The words scrawled in black ink bloomed and condensed for a while. It wasn't until half of the stick of incense was burned that he realized that he hadn't read a word for so long.

Stress, restlessness.

Fear, restlessness.

All kinds of emotions surrounded him, covering his thinking and turning him into a blind and deaf cripple.

He picked up the folder tremblingly, but his hand shook, and the folder fell directly from between his fingers.

It's useless to him.

Gu Shisan sat quietly in the room and thought silently.

Promised to protect the young master, the young master died.

At least protect the mountain city for the young master, the mountain city is about to be destroyed.

He who is so useless really doesn't know what he is still doing in this world, he just needs to die sooner.

... Now that he is dead, can he still see the young master?

This question made Gu Shisan tremble all over his body, his hand grasped a few times in the air, without any real feeling in his hand, he could only feel a sense of emptiness and restlessness, he finally subconsciously put down his hand and held it on his waist sword.

The cold touch aroused the sanity of recalling Thirteen a little, he took out the sword on his waist, his eyes moved around, as if he was looking at the sword, but he didn't seem to.

sword:"……"

The sword, or the embryo of the sword in the shape of a fire stick, is extremely ugly. If others see it, they will definitely wonder where Gu Shisan got it.

"I didn't polish you into a sword until the end." Gu Shisan said suddenly.

There was no one else in the room, so it looked like Gu Shisan was talking to Jian.

"……"sword.

"It's such a pity," Gu Shisan said, "From the first time I saw you, I thought you could forge a sword that is unparalleled in the world, but in the end, you still exist in this appearance in the world, maybe you hate me."

"..."

The room was silent, Jian could not speak.

"It would be fine if he hated me too, but...he almost didn't think of me before he died. Even if he was a close servant with him, he was just a servant."

The topic of Gu Shisan suddenly turned to the other side, and Jian, who had been listening to his heart, felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, such true feelings were only revealed for a few moments. A soldier entered the house without knocking on the door, and yelled at no one he saw.

"Master! The last line of defense is broken!"

Hearing this, Gu Shisan frowned, put down the sword embryo, and picked up another sharpened sword from the shelf on one side.

"Sect Master!"

The old rough soldier's eyes were full of tears. He also had a sword in his hand, but it was a broken sword. It was obviously damaged in the battle just now, but he didn't care, "Sect Master, Shancheng... "

"What are you afraid of?" Gu Shisan has returned to his usual calm appearance, "Even if the mountain city is going to be destroyed, it will be after my death."

After he finished speaking, he felt that what he just said was not very good. Seeing the tearful eyes of the old soldier, he could only say hello, "Let's go."

There is only one sword embryo left in the room.

Obviously there were no living creatures, but a sigh suddenly sounded in the room.

【Fool...】

【Are you not stupider than him? 】

【...The great witch has stayed in the Changyuan Sword for many years, haven't you heard others say that the son of Yuanxi Gong is smart? 】

【When your father is alone, he often feels emotional. 】

【…】

【how? 】

【...What you said before, I agree. 】

[Okay, thank you. 】

【No, I should be thanking you】

The communication between the souls was silent and extremely fast, and the matter was quickly discussed, and the ordinary fire stick that was placed on the table suddenly shone brightly.

【Young man, lend me your blood. 】

After this sentence was finished, the sword embryo spread out like a pool of water. A moment later, a pitch-black bird poked its head out from the window, chirped twice, and flew high.

Its tail feathers were as straight as a sword, with sharp edges shining, as it flew through the clouds and mist in the mountains, and flew into the battlefield.

[Use your body to transform the town, whether you will wake up in the future is a matter of certainty. 】

【Didn’t the Dawu give this method just to let me do it?Why are you caring about me now? 】

[That's true, so I won't say much. 】

After exchanging the last sentence, the little bird had already flown to the seaside of Yuanhai. It circled a few times in the air, watching countless monsters gushing out of the sea, rushing to Yuanshan to start fighting, and behind the huge towering arch in the sea, there was a steady stream of monsters. The monsters are waiting to come out.

Once the defense line of Yuanshan was broken, the monsters invaded the mortal world without hindrance.

The little bird had a panoramic view of this scene, it flapped its wings, stopped in mid-air, and inhaled.

When the loud bird cry sounded, the swords in everyone's hands shook together, and at the same time they uttered a clear sword cry.

Gu Shisan, who was about to chop off the monster's head, paused, and countless phantoms around him rushed out from the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and the dead heroic spirits rushed to the sky with their swords.

Gu Shisan raised his head and looked at the little bird that was staring at him.

So familiar, so familiar eyes.

So familiar, so familiar feeling.

He staggered a step forward and murmured, "Master?"

Before he finished speaking, the bird changed its shape in mid-air, and a very familiar fire stick appeared in front of his eyes.

The broken swords of those dead soldiers surrounded the unfinished sword embryos, and in the rising sun, they fell towards the sea along the golden sunlight.

The second bird song finally sounded after a long delay.

The Gate of Myriad Demons was pushed by an invisible force, and it was closed abruptly until there was only a gap left. Gu Shisan looked at the sword embryo that fell suddenly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, understanding what happened.

"Wait..." He stretched out his hand in vain, "No—!"

At the end of his field of vision was the phantom above the sword embryo casting his eyes.

Then, the magic seal was re-established, and the world was at peace.

***

Gu Shisan knew what he was going to do.

Trying his best to squeeze out the last drop of mana from the meridian that was about to dry up, the mana forced the blood to emerge from his fingers, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and dotted that bit of blood on the place where the little bird's eyes should be.

left side, right side.

On the black iron bird statue, there are two extra ruby-like eyes.

The moment Gu Shisan raised his hand, he clearly heard the heartbeat coming from the bird statue.

When Xia Pingan, who had been sleeping for a long time, woke up, what he saw was his innocent smile.