Yangyue

As Fang Wuzhu expected, "Weapon Inaction Record" is in the hands of Xiao Yangyue's master.

Back then, he was able to create the Luxue sword technique, largely thanks to the Luxue sword in his hand.According to legend, Jiang Xiake spent seven years building the Luxue Sword, and the sword crystals used were crystals formed in the extremely cold region of the snow mountains. Therefore, the Luxue Sword itself has cold veins, known as "the cold of ten thousand colds".

After Jiang Yi's death, the weapons he forged during his lifetime fell into the rivers and lakes. Countless martial arts sects flocked to them, trying to obtain these powerful weapons to dominate the martial arts world. Fang Wuzhu was also one of them. The Luxue sword fit perfectly with his own practice , so from the beginning to the end, he regarded the Luxue sword as something in his pocket.

Until six years ago, the Luxue sword was broken in Huaibi Mountain.

"However, apprentice, you have to remember that the Wuwei Moon Sword is not an ordinary thing. A good sword will recognize its master. Whether you can really use the full power of the Wuwei Moon Sword is up to you." Daoist Zhang advised, " If you can't use the full power of the Wuwei Moon Sword and use it for cultivation, you will damage your own meridians instead."

Henry Zhang: "Yes, Master, I understand."

As soon as Xiao Yangyue finished speaking, Fang Wuzhu frowned suddenly, quickly picked up a writing brush on the desk, and struck hard somewhere outside the window, the writing brush pierced the window paper like a sharp sword in the blink of an eye, piercing deeply. Entering the pillars of the corridor outside the attic, there was a flurry of rustling in the corridor outside, as if something had rolled to the ground.

Fang Wuzhu opened the attic door to take a look, and when he saw the people outside the door, his eyes became more playful.

Ji Sheng fell to the ground, with a stack of scriptures scattered all over his body, with a look of horror on his face, he looked at Fang Wuzhu dully, saw Zhang Daochang and Henry Zhang coming out of the room, and quickly apologized: "Master, Senior brother, I moved these scriptures to the Sutra Pavilion, and I never wanted to disturb the conversation between master and senior brother and Mr. Fang, this is my fault, and I hope master will forgive me."

Zhang Daochang looked at Ji Sheng quietly, Xiao Yangyue didn't speak, but Fang Wuzhu stretched out his hand to lift Ji Sheng up from the ground, helped him tidy up the scriptures around him, and said with a slight smile: "I'm really sorry, I just I thought someone was eavesdropping in the hallway, so I shot recklessly and almost hurt Junior Brother Ji, don't blame Junior Brother Ji."

Ji Sheng: "It's nothing, this is an important place to store scriptures, and idlers are not allowed to approach it. Master Fang should be more cautious."

Ji Sheng piled up the books again, bowed to everyone, and then went to the east side of Jingshu Pavilion.

Xiao Yangyue watched Ji Sheng leave, thought for a moment, and said to the master: "When did the master accept Ji Sheng as a disciple?"

"The second year after you left." Daoist Zhang replied slowly, with a secret sigh in his voice, "In those few years, the martial arts world was turbulent, and various forces rose and fell. I lived with a group of homeless people who were exiled by the imperial court to beg for a living, and then came to the Taoist temple. I saw that he was pitiful, and he had a good foundation in martial arts, so I accepted him as a disciple."

It has been like this for several years, Henry Zhang asked again: "Did Master teach him the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship?"

Zhang Daochang: "His foundation of martial arts is not suitable for practicing the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship. If he insists on practicing, it will hurt his fundamentals. Apart from the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, there are many other skills that can be practiced. A martial artist should not narrow his vision."

Zhang Daochang looked at the two of them, and said again: "Come with me to Jinwupo tomorrow."

Henry Zhang: "Yes."

Fang Wuzhu didn't answer right away, he half-closed his eyes and asked, "Daoist Zhang, I have one more question for you, junior."

Daoist Zhang looked at him indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Fang Wuzhu: "Just now Daoist Zhang said that there are two Wuwei swords. Since Zhang Daoist has successfully forged the Wuwei Moon Sword, what about the Wuwei Sun Sword?"

"It is extremely difficult to build one of them." Zhang Daochang replied calmly, "Not everyone can be as gifted and experienced in swords and weapons as Jiang Xiake."

Fang Wuzhu smiled lightly: "I see."

On the night of the second day, the two came to Jinwupo with Zhang Daochang. The three of them did not stop at the top of the slope, but walked straight to the edge of the cliff. There is an old waterfall on Jinwupo hundreds of feet above the ground. A cave formed by erosion, the three of them followed the slanting branches and jagged gravel on the cliff, all the way to this cave.

There is a cave in the cave, and there are still some man-made traces. The entrance of the cave opens obliquely upwards. It is not clear tonight. There are a few dark clouds in the night sky, and the hazy moonlight shines down on the edge of the cave.

Fang Wuzhu stood by the cave, looked up at the dim moonlight above his head, thought for a moment, and suddenly there was a smile on his lips: "Zhang Daochang, this must be the place where you forged Wuwei Moon Sword."

Daoist Zhang: "How do you see it?"

"The location of this cave is just right, the entrance of the cave is inclined, there is an exposed part, and there is no shelter in front, so you can see the moon wheel at any time on weekdays and nights. And, every year in August, when the moon phase is at its fullest, the moon wheel is on In the middle of the night, it will be facing the entrance of the cave." Fang Wuzhu said, "Earlier, Daoist Zhang said that the Wuwei Moon Sword should be forged according to the phase of the moon. Whether the moon phase is perfect or not determines the timing of forging the Wuwei Moon Sword. How could Zhang Daochang not know this truth?"

Xiao Yangyue's heart moved slightly, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at Fang Wuzhu. He was dressed in white and stood facing the moonlight. The hem of his clothes fluttered slowly with the evening wind. blurred his eyes.

Daoist Zhang didn't say anything, he just squinted his eyes and stroked his white beard, then turned and walked towards the cave.

At the end of the cave was a mess of rubble, with dry weeds growing in the crevices of the rocks, Zhang Daochang raised his palm, and the internal energy in his body was floating, he opened his eyes suddenly, and raised his two fingers to hit a certain place on the rubble.Accompanied by a loud noise, the gravel on the stone wall collapsed in response, a burst of dust rushed out, and the sound of sand and stone falling continuously sounded all around.

As soon as he heard the sound of sand and gravel, Fang Wuzhu realized that the back of the rock wall was not solid, but there was a little gap.

Accompanied by the cracking of the gravel, a heavy black stone appeared in the thick stone wall. The whole body of the black stone was dark, but with a faint moon-white shimmer.Zhang Daochang took out the dust whisk in his hand, and injected an internal force at every few inches above the half-foot-long black stone. After a few breaths, the black stone cracked a thin gap, and the whole black stone was like cracked soil, peeling off piece by piece. down.

In the end, the objects in the black stone finally revealed the whole picture.

It was a long sword. The hilt and blade of the long sword had a color similar to that of the black stone. There was a silvery white shimmer in the blackness. The thin silver sword lines were engraved on the blade like running water, revealing the coldness of the sword. And the sharp chill, just one glance, can make people feel inexplicable tremors and awe.

This is the overbearing sword of the world, the Wuwei Moon Sword among the Wuwei swords.

Seeing Wuwei Yuejian for the first time, Henry Zhang's heart was shocked. He couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, but felt that the internal force in his body suddenly surged up, as if it urgently needed to be vented.

Henry Zhang stared at Wuwei Yuejian, held his breath involuntarily, and slowly pressed his fingers against the sword body. Obviously the blade was so cold, but it seemed to arouse restless internal force in his body.

Xiao Yangyue let out a breath slowly, firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with her fingers, pulled Wuwei Yuejian out of the black stone forcefully, and took advantage of the situation to make two sword movements.

He shook off the dirt on the sword body, the sword edge fell to the ground after the sword fell, and the twilight of the sword edge seemed to be linked with the moonlight outside the cave.

Xiao Yangyue only felt that the internal energy of his body was extremely smooth. He stretched out his hand to caress the long sword, feeling the sword pattern across his fingertips, and a pair of eyes that were as dark as black stones also shone with surprise and joy.

It wasn't until sunrise that the few people left Jinwupo. Fang Wuzhu looked at the dimly lit forest around him, and a few fallen leaves fluttered down. Fang Wuzhu stared there for a while, his eyes dimmed slightly.

When the three of them returned to the Taoist temple, it was already the time of day, and they saw Ji Sheng carrying a bamboo basket and carrying a hatchet to the mountain. Ji Sheng greeted everyone, and Fang Wuzhu saw that his right hand was wrapped in gauze, as if he was being tortured. Injured, he asked: "Junior brother Ji injured his hand?"

Ji Sheng touched his right hand and smiled indifferently: "It's nothing, I was accidentally injured yesterday while practicing swords, it's just a small injury, it's not a big deal, thank you Mr. Fang for your understanding."

After that, Ji Sheng said goodbye and went to the mountains.

Fang Wuzhu and Henry Zhang didn't sleep all night. After returning to the room, Henry Zhang also kept looking at the Wuwei Moon Sword carefully in the room. The Wuwei Sword didn't have a scabbard, so he polished the blade with sword silk Then wrap the blade with leather.

Sitting on the bed in the wing room, Fang Wuzhu looked at Henry Zhang's love for Yuejian, and said with a smile: "Okay, you've been watching it for several hours, and the sword can't run away there. I didn't sleep last night, so I can't put it down." It's time for a break."

Henry Zhang put the sword aside and lay down on the bed. He stared sideways at Fang Wuzhu, and suddenly asked, "Why do you keep wearing white clothes? Do you like white?"

Fang Wuzhu smiled slightly: "That's not true."

"Why is that?"

"In the past, I used to wear black clothes in the martial arts. At that time, when I was fighting with swords and swords all day long, blood was always splashed all over my body, so I simply wore black, so that the splashes would not be visible." Fang Wuzhu said, "I wear it now. In white clothes, any filth is obvious, and it can be regarded as a warning to myself, not to indulge in meaningless fighting like I was back then."

Henry Zhang looked at him wordlessly, and finally said quietly: "What about you is the same to me."

Fang Wuzhu was moved in his heart, and couldn't help lowering his eyes to kiss Henry Zhangyue's lips. He curled Henry Zhangyue's hair with his fingers, and suddenly remembered something, and said: "When you talk about this, I think of a certain day When I went to your house, I saw you in red, which made me think about it for a long time."

Henry Zhang: "...Why do you like that?"

"Because it looks like your wedding dress." Fang Wuzhu lightly touched Henry Zhang's nose, "I was thinking then, who can see your appearance like this?"

Fang Wuzhu paused for a moment, then said: "However, no matter who has seen it before, from now on, only I can see it."

Henry Zhang: "The clothes are only for you to see."

Fang Wuzhu's eyes lit up, and he posted it with a smile: "That's really flattering, when we go back to the capital, show me how to wear it again, okay?"

Henry Zhang pursed her lips slightly: "... up to you."

In the early morning five days later, Henry Zhang and Fang Wuzhu bid farewell to Daoist Zhang at the gate of Wuming Taoist Temple.

Xiao Yangyue and Fang Wuzhu have already packed their luggage, and when they meet up with the guards of the duckweed pavilion in the city, they will embark on the road to the capital.

It has been a long time since I bid farewell to my master last time, and now that I am saying goodbye, Henry Zhang's mind is completely different from that time.

He finally kowtowed to his master and said, "Master, wait for the apprentice to come back."

Zhang Daozhang nodded, said "Go" slowly, stood in front of the door, watching the figures of Henry Zhang and Fang Wuzhu go away all the way, and finally disappeared in the mountains.

Ji Sheng stood aside, and after the two left, he said to Zhang Daochang: "Master doesn't miss senior brother too much, senior brother will definitely come back to see master often."

Daoist Zhang was silent, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and said, "Go to practice martial arts."

Ji Sheng nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Daochang returned to the wing room alone, and after sitting quietly for a while, his eyes became more and more hazy. He took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter. The letter was not long, only half a page.

After finishing writing, Daoist Zhang sealed the envelope, called a little Taoist boy, handed him the letter paper, and whispered something in his ear.

After Xiao Daotong heard this, his face was full of surprise, and he couldn't help crying after a while, hugging Daoist Zhang's arm and sobbing: "Zhier doesn't want to leave... Zhier wants to stay in the Taoist temple..."

Zhang Daochang sighed lightly: "Silly boy."

Zhang Daochang talked to Xiao Daotong in a low voice for another half an hour, and Xiao Daotong named Zhi'er finally stopped crying, clenched the envelope in his hand, and nodded vigorously.

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In modern times, Fang Wuzhu's geography must be full marks (doge