Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #124 - Chapter 124: Zhao Huangting observes the sword and realizes the past, and invites Qingshan to take a

The name of the sword, the swallow returns to its nest!

The gentle voice lingered above Jianchi Palace, echoing between heaven and earth.

This is not a very domineering name.

At least, it is much softer than Qixing Longyuan and Chengying, the two first-grade swords that are still under the control of Jianchi Palace.

However, listening to the name of this sword gives people an inexplicable feeling, as if they feel silence because of the meaning contained in the name of the sword.

The swallow returns to its nest, never forgetting its original intention and returning to the place where everything began.

There is a hidden emotion of longing, but what can be thought of is the purest original intention and innocent heart.

Those who hold this sword should uphold a burning pure heart.

Anle was suspended in the air, the broken green shirt on his upper body making a rustling sound, and a trace of appreciation and love for the name of the sword appeared on his face.

“The swallow returns to its nest, what a good name.”

Anle said softly.

The winter plum blossoms have all fallen, and they return to the swallows carrying spring.

As time goes by, I ask myself about my past self and my original intention, and say goodbye and be well.

At this moment, Anle also had a lot of insights. Forging a sword is like painting, the sword embryo is paper, and holding the hammer is like holding a pen. The process of making a sword is like the process of a painter putting pen to paper to paint the image in his mind. It carries both the swordsmith and the painter. The mood and thoughts you want to express.

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At this moment, the sword name Yan returns to the nest, lingering in everyone’s ears.

In the Jianchi Palace, standing outside the broken sword-making workshop, the practitioners whose clothes were blown by the wind caused by the heat wave all knew the name of this newly-baked sword.

Swallows return to their nests.

After a lifetime of romance in the world, the swallow returns home in the end.

Zhao Huangting was hunting in plain clothes, with his frosty hair flying in the wind. He closed his eyes and murmured the name “Swallow Returns to the Nest” at the corners of his lips.

At this moment, the sword and his mind were in perfect harmony with each other as never before.

He once traveled to the ends of the earth with his sword.

He once killed Emperor Yuan with a sword.

Although all the wind and water have been blown away by the rain and wind.

But when life comes to an end and the fire of Nirvana burns, all that is pursued is a return to the original intention.

Zhao Huangting once wondered, what was his purpose of going north?

Is it really as simple as asking Emperor Yuan for a good deal?

After five hundred years of moving south, he never crossed the Canglang River and drew his sword towards Emperor Yuan Meng once?

Today, he seemed to understand a little bit.

His purpose in going north was to see the old land and see the old nest trampled by Yuanmeng’s cavalry.

He is like an old swallow that has crossed the Canglang River and migrated south for five hundred years. He just wants to return to his old nest at the end of his life.

Shuangli still demands, but the most important thing is to resolve the knot in my heart.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes, and a fierce sword spirit suddenly burst out from his body. His plain clothes were flying, as if even the corners of his clothes were stained with sword spirit.

With his body as the center, everything within a radius of ten feet was cleared.

There is a sword energy in the shape of a cylinder, spreading out from the earth inch by inch, like a green bamboo emerging from the ground, soaring up, swaying towards the sky with its head held high!

The surrounding Jianchi Palace disciples, swordsmiths, and practitioners from Dali Kingdom were all shocked, and they couldn’t help but flutter far away from the impact of this abundant sword energy.

Su Muzhe’s black hair was flying, and his eyes were shining. He stared at Zhao Huangting, who seemed to have understood his state of mind, with a look of surprise on his face.

Lu Ziwei and other practitioners from the Dali Kingdom did not actually recognize Zhao Huangting. They only felt that this old man with a death aura was incredibly powerful at this moment.

“Who is he?” A practitioner from Dali Kingdom asked in surprise.

Lu Ziwei’s eyes flickered. Although she was young, she still heard about the swordsman who created a legend and left a name in the history of practice.

“Don’t you know this senior?”

A disciple from Jianchi Palace asked in surprise.

“He is the ‘Bamboo Guest’ who once traveled the world with a sword. When he saw injustice on the road in the Western Liang Kingdom, he drew his sword and killed the ghost cultivators and evil cultivators in Hell!”

“He is a romantic swordsman who blocked Kunpeng Mountain with his sword, fought with the big demon, and sacrificed his life to quell a demonic tide!”

“He was the peerless swordsman who dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a broken bamboo sword during the battle of Zhao Nanqian!”

“His name is Zhao Huangting!”

The young Jianchi Palace disciple Lu Shisan’s face turned red and he said excitedly.

Lu Shisan grew up hearing about this senior who even the master of Jianchi Palace, Su Muzhe, could never forget.

Perhaps this senior has been silent for five hundred years and has lost the high-spirited and romantic reputation he once had, but there are still people in the world who remember his legend and admire his deeds.

Lu Ziwei’s beautiful eyes narrowed. She was actually the old uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty who was judged by the Imperial Master to have lost his grace and was in the sunset? !

But today, with this smile, he rolled up his sword energy and shot up into the sky with his peerless aura. It was definitely not like the national master’s evaluation, which was about to end at the end of the day.

At this moment, Zhao Huangting’s eyes became calm, and his ups and downs of mind gradually calmed down.

The pain that originally covered the whole body began to gradually weaken, and the fire of Nirvana was even completely compressed in the body. When it exploded, it would burst out with shocking force.

Zhao Huangting sat down with sword energy lingering around his body.

Countless sword energies permeated his body, building up a majestic momentum that continued to rise, as if he was gradually returning to his former peak, reappearing his former romance and pride.

Su Muzhe’s face showed a touch of pride, but also a touch of sentimentality and sadness.

She raised her hand and tapped lightly, and countless swords flew out from the center of her eyebrows.

Intertwined around, it seems to form a fence of protection and isolation.

Isolated from other people’s approach and interference.

Zhao Huangting was preparing to go north, so what she could do was prevent anyone from disturbing her.

The sword energy rolled into the clouds, like a sleeping dragon.

In the Jianchi Lake with endless blue waves.

There was a chuckle and a sigh.

“good.”

But I don’t know whether I am praising the return of another first-grade sword swallow in the world, or praising Zhao Huangting for his enlightenment and return to his original intention.

…

…

Above the sky.

A smile appeared on Wang Yansheng’s face, and he held the swallow in his hand and returned to the nest, his eyes full of gentleness.

However, at this moment, the creation of Yan Guichao has not yet been completed, and there are still very important sword tempering and opening points left.

He looked at Anle and gradually suppressed the smile on his face: “Anle, follow me. Since you want to attack Qingshan, you must watch and remember every step that follows.”

“Although Qingshan is a bamboo sword, its rank is unknown. However, I have observed that although Qingshan has flaws, its rank is definitely not lower than the first level.”

“If you want to fight for such a sword, you don’t rely on strength, but more on your affinity and connection with the sword.”

“Only when Qingshan is willing to open for you can you open the front for it.”

Wang Yansheng is very experienced and told Anle his understanding of Qingshan Kaifeng.

Even when Zhao Huangting came to attack Qingshan four times, Wang Yansheng never said it so sincerely.

It’s not because Anle helped him create Yan Guichao, but in Wang Yansheng’s view, Anle has a better chance of pioneering Qingshan than Zhao Huangting.

Qingshan… is more willing to open for peace and happiness.

Anle nodded. Although he was exhausted after nearly six days and six nights of swinging the hammer, he did not dare to relax at all.

The sword furnace between the eyebrows was clanging, and the soul sitting on the embryo of the Heart Sword, which was getting more solid, opened its eyes, and behind him sat the Wangxiaguang, which was every inch bright.

Wang Yansheng held the swallow returning to the nest. This sword was emitting extremely hot heat at the moment and was emitting a clear sword chant, like the cry of a flying swallow returning to the nest.

Forging a first-grade sword is by no means easy, but when the sword comes out of the furnace, most of the tests have actually been completed. The remaining step of tempering the sword is difficult, but the failure rate is much lower.

Wang Yansheng held the hot sword, and he seemed not to feel the heat at all.

He looked at Anle and said, “Anle, lend me a drop of blood.”

“This sword was made for you, so it naturally belongs to you.”

An Le did not hesitate, a drop of blood secreted from the fingertips and floated up.

Wang Yansheng smeared this drop of blood on Yan Guichao’s broad sword body. There seemed to be a sound of cheering and cheering. Along with a “chichi” sound, the blood blended into the sword, leaving a dark red streak on the sword. Mark of.

Anle secretly felt that his mind seemed to have established an invisible connection with this sword.

“Walk!”

Wang Yansheng’s eyes brightened, and his majestic and powerful spirit suddenly surged out.

Holding An Le in his arms, he flew across the sky toward the rippling blue waves of Jianchi Lake in an instant. In less than a breath, he was suspended above Jianchi Lake.

The Jianchi Lake below has clear water, reflecting the blue sky, like a silvery surge, containing a pool of sword energy!

“Tempering the sword is the key to increasing the toughness of the sword. Since ancient times, first-class swords have been the toughest things in the world and are indestructible.”

“Back then, the ancestor of the founding sect of Jianchi Palace tempered the peerless first-class sword with the water of Jianchi Lake. The water in this Jianchi Lake has already been filled with sword energy.”

“Sword quenching is not really quenching the sword with water, but quenching the sword with sword energy.”

Wang Yansheng’s clothes and sleeves were flying, and the silver threads in his sword hair were constantly floating.

Anle was suspended next to him, staring intently.

By the Sword Pond Lake, silhouettes of swordsmiths were flying over one after another, their faces full of excitement and anticipation.

Being able to witness the birth of a first-grade sword with your own eyes is a life of no regrets for a swordsmith.

Wan Jieliu was the craziest. He never expected that it would actually succeed. The teacher’s big gamble, risking everything and putting all his hopes on this young man, would actually turn into a sword embryo.

He clenched his fists and stared at the two figures hanging in the middle of the lake, as well as the sword that seemed to attract everyone’s attention.

Sword tempering and sharpening are very important for a sword.

Being strong is about the toughness of the sword, and the latter is about the sharpness of the sword!

This is the key to whether Yan Guichao can truly rise to the first rank!

The world seemed to become quiet at this moment, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the two figures on the Jianchi Lake.

Wang Yansheng handed over the sword. The tip of Yan Huichao’s sword was perpendicular to the lake. He looked at Anle. Anle understood and stretched out his hand to grasp the long and narrow hilt of the iron sword that had not yet been polished.

Hot meaning and surging sword intent surged out from the hilt of the sword.

Anle’s complexion suddenly turned red.

However, most of the sword energy was blocked by Wang Yansheng.

“The sword energy contained in a first-grade sword is absolutely impressive. An excellent swordsmith must have strong enough cultivation. The purpose is not to kill and fight, but to suppress the sword energy.”

Wang Yansheng couldn’t help but smile and explained.

Then, he began to exert force slowly.

Together with Anle, he returned the hot swallow to its nest and stabbed it towards Jianchi Lake.

Boom!

The breeze on the lake instantly turned into a hurricane, swirling around like a sudden tornado!

In the calm Jianchi Lake, slight water waves suddenly appeared like dragon scales stacked up, like a giant dragon with scales standing up.

Tsk tsk tsk!

When the tip of Yan Guichao’s sword was submerged into the Jianchi Lake, the cold lake water covered the tip of the sword in an instant. The color of Yan Guichao’s sword tip immediately changed, and a flash of crystal clear bright red appeared.

After leaving the sword furnace, Yan returned to the nest. The sword body was originally black, but at this moment, it actually showed a red color, as if it was made from rubies, and it seemed as if it was still in the sword furnace, being exposed to the earth’s fairy fire. Burn.

The steaming heat instantly rolled over the lake.

Every ray of heat contains a ray of sharp sword energy! Full of sharpness that cuts everything!

The entire Jianchi Lake seemed to be boiling, heated by the heat in Yan Guichao’s sword.

This sword energy made Anle’s eyes shrink, as if he had turned into a lonely floating boat under the huge waves on the vast sea, and would be swallowed up by the huge waves at any time without a trace!

What kind of sword energy is this!

This Jianchi Lake…

It’s like it turned into a terrifying sword!

“The water of Jianchi Lake has tempered countless swords, ranging from the ninth grade to the first grade. All the sword energy is contained in it. Swords tempered with the water of Jianchi Lake will naturally trigger each sword to be tempered in the Jianchi Lake. The sword energy of a refined sword.”

“For thousands of years, sword tempering has been tempered by the sword energy of Jianchi Lake. This is why every sword produced by Jianchi Palace is far superior to the swords made by swordsmiths from other forces in the world. reason.”

“Because the swords from Jianchi Palace are produced after being tempered for thousands of times with sword energy of the same level!”

“This is also the foundation for Jianchi Palace to become the number one sword-making force in the world!”

Wang Yansheng said solemnly.

“Keep your nerves. The process of tempering the sword is also a process that tests the swordsmith. Once we collapse first, the sword will naturally collapse as well.”

“Keep your mind close. I believe that with your relationship with the sword, you will be able to hold on and let Yan return to his nest and immerse himself in Jianchi Lake!”

Wang Yansheng has great expectations for Anle.

Now, the final step towards forging a first-grade sword has been taken, and there is no turning back.

Anle took a deep breath, the sword energy in the sword furnace was sonorous, and under the soul, the sword embryo of the Heart Sword exuded sword energy, keeping his mind tight.

boom! ! !

Countless sword energy surged.

With the combined efforts of the two, Yan returned to the nest and entered the lake another inch!

The sound of chi chi chi resounded endlessly, and countless clanging sounds of swords resounded between heaven and earth.

Water columns surged up on the Jianchi Lake, lifting up Anle, Wang Yansheng, and Yan Guichao who had pierced into the Jianchi Lake.

It’s like a sword has choked a water dragon!

The water dragon opened its mouth and roared, trying to swallow the hot sword!

An Le and Wang Yansheng kept passing the sword, their energy and blood intertwined in their bodies, and their minds were dispersed, maintaining this strength and preventing the water dragon from dispersing the two of them.

However, this was just the beginning. Wang Yansheng still had the energy to take a look at Anle. Seeing that Anle was bearing the impact and remained as still as a mountain, a look of appreciation suddenly appeared on his face.

I have to admit that An Le is indeed a swordsman prodigy who can ring the sword bell thirty-six times. If he were an ordinary practitioner of the fifth realm, facing the pressure of swordsmanship, his energy and blood would have frozen and his soul would have fallen asleep.

But Anle is still at ease.

Wang Yansheng wanted to wait until Anle couldn’t bear it anymore, and then help Anle complete the subsequent tempering.

Now it seems that Anle may want to hold on until the tempering of the sword is completed.

That’s naturally great!

Wang Yansheng was thinking like this, but he kept moving his hands. He raised his strength again, pushed the swallow into the water dragon’s mouth, and inserted another inch!

Winter winter winter!

The entire surface of Jianchi Lake was constantly exploding with trickles of water, like one sword after another about to fly into the sky!

The world seemed to be silent at this moment.

The water on the lake jumped, as if a sword jumped out.

It was as if the thunder in the sky was used as a hammer, and the lake surface was used as a drum, beating down hard, causing a constant and resounding muffled sound!

Inch by inch, the sword entered the lake one foot.

You can see that countless lake water turned into sword light, impacting on the sword body entering the lake, the clanging sound resounded unconsciously, making Yan Guichao’s tenacity gradually become thinner and sharper!

Tempering the sword is also an opening!

Anle’s eyes narrowed. At this moment, he clearly felt the principle of Jianchihu’s sword attack!

Polish the sword body with countless sword energies.

Sword Qi sharpens the sword to make it the sharpest in the world!

Wang Yansheng smiled: “The principle is very simple, but the process is not easy, and if you really want to fight for Qingshan, Chi Zhong’s ordinary sword energy is definitely not enough. Just wait and see!”

After Wang Yansheng finished speaking, his energy and blood surged again!

The silver threads of the sword’s hair poured into the sky, and the thin body seemed to be bulging like an ancient demon at this moment!

The power of holding the sword surged again!

Hand the sword another foot!

boom! ! !

In an instant, countless sword lights shot up into the sky in the Jianchi Lake, and the swords formed by countless water flows pointed upwards, facing the swallows returning to their nests.

And at the bottom of the lake, terrifying sword energy is growing bit by bit!

The world seemed to become dark at this moment.

The sky is covered with dusk clouds.

There seemed to be seven stars lighting up one by one at this moment!

Buzz!

Anle’s eyes narrowed, and at this moment, there was a sword roar like a dragon’s roar exploding in his ears!

He felt Yan Guichao’s sword tremble slightly, it was a tremor of excitement, it was a tremor of fear, mixed with excitement!

It’s like two tigers meeting in the mountains.

King versus king!

By the Sword Lake, everyone’s swords were trembling. It was a trembling of surrender, as if they had encountered the coercion emanating from a sword of extremely high rank.

Facing the king of the mountain, all beasts prostrate themselves!

The lake water split to both sides, as if it was cut by sword energy and released into a waterfall.

It was like a sword light that had been covered in dust for endless years rushed into the sky.

Seven stars lit up in the sky.

There is a dragon king coming out of the abyss in the pool!

The first-grade sword that has been sleeping for a long time, Qixing Longyuan!

Bang bang bang! ! !

The lake water continued to explode, and the entire lake could no longer be calm. Countless sword energies intertwined, forming a sword energy storm!

Yan Guichao is trembling, the ink pool around Anle’s waist is also trembling, even the green mountains are trembling.

But the tremors of the three are all different.

The swallow returns to its nest with disdain, Mochi shows awe, Qingshan… shows disdain.

Wang Yansheng’s beard and hair were flying as he stared at the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss slowly floating up from the bottom of the Jianchi Lake. His face turned red and he was full of excitement and agitation!

The encounter between the ancient first-grade sword and the newly forged first-class sword!

The collision between the old king and the new king!

If Yan Huichao wants to become a first-grade sword, he needs to use the sword energy of Qixing Longyuan to polish his sword. Only in this way can Yan Huichao truly be called a first-grade sword!

If Yan Guixiao is chopped into pieces by the sword energy, it means that the attack on the first-grade sword has failed.

“continue!!!”

Wang Yansheng roared loudly!

At this moment, purple thunder fell from the clouds and exploded everywhere on the lake, causing the lake to explode into violent waves!

The sizzling thunder arcs moved around, lingering around Qixing Longyuan, like an immortal sword in the sky!

Wang Yansheng’s arms bulged, his veins were like a dragon on the ground, he turned over and slapped his sword down violently.

The sword is no longer one foot five inches long!

At this point, the swallow has returned to its nest, covering a total of three feet and five inches of the lake. Only one inch is left, but it is difficult to enter the lake!

Countless sword energy clanged against Yan Guichao’s sword body, and Wang Yansheng’s forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Anle was also holding the sword, and could feel that the remaining inch was like a chasm, blocking the swallow from returning to its nest.

The sword seemed to be screaming!

There are flying swallows lingering on the lake, spreading their wings, crying and crying!

Anle gasped for breath, and the only thing left in his eyes was the surging sword energy clashing at this moment!

Looking at the one-inch sword that was difficult to penetrate.

The green mountain around Anle’s waist suddenly rose into the air, breaking away the pressure caused by the sword energy. He subconsciously raised his hand and held the green mountain with his backhand.

It’s like a majestic green mountain appears in front of you!

The green hills roared.

An Lexin understood, held Qingshan with his backhand, and pulled back the hilt of Qingshan’s sword fiercely, smashing the hilt of the sword!

Broken sword!

winter!

The one-inch sword that had been difficult to move forward for a long time suddenly sank into the lake!

The sword bell rings thirty-six, and the swallow returns to its nest three feet and six inches long!

Yan Guiqiao was completely freed from Wang Yansheng and Anle.

Escaping into the lake, the sword body is cold and the sword energy is surging!

The sword energy in Jianchi Lake is divided into two parts, one half is Qixing Longyuan, and the other half is Yan Guihuo!

At this point, this newly forged first-grade sword has truly become a sword!

In this world.

Add another first-grade sword!

Boom!

Above the sky, there seemed to be rays of light surging, and a hole was cut in the dark clouds at dusk, and a ray of light was projected, shining on the swallow returning to its nest, as if God was celebrating the birth of a peerless sword!

In mid-air, the water dragon rolled up from Jianchi Lake disappeared.

Wang Yansheng’s face was full of satisfaction, grinning, full of joy.

However, he did not stay for long. He took a deep look at Anle, took one step forward, and swept away in an instant, appearing at the lakeside with his eyes shining.

The next time will be peaceful.

On Jianchi Lake.

Anle was shirtless, holding the bamboo sword Qingshan. Wisps of sword energy were wrapped around his arms, and his eyes were fixed on Jianchi Lake.

Lake bottom.

An old figure smiled softly, took off the sword from his waist, and flicked it with his fingers.

The sword whistled lightly.

In an instant, another share of Jianchi Lake was taken away.

The Sword Master wields his sword, and the Shadow-bearing Sword rises!

Jianchi Lake is divided into three parts of the world. The tips of the three swords are pointing upward. The sword energy is soaring and the light is cold in the world!

Anle held Qingshan, her eyes sparkling, and the hand holding Qingshan seemed to be trembling slightly.

Cheng Ying, Long Yuan, Yan returns to the nest!

Three swords and one level!

Please Qingshan take the lead!

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