Chapter 1690: Qingju Was Not Built and the Sword Was Broken, How Can You Be Reborn if You Don’t Cultivate Your Suffering?

Chapter 1692 Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can you be reborn if you hide your suffering and do not cultivate?

"Elephant...dragon..."

Cao Erzhu stared blankly at the beautiful sword in his hand.

The story of Xianglong Yipin shocked him so much that it almost overturned the world he had known for twenty-six years.

Is this the sword made by dad?

Isn't he an old-fashioned and depressed alcoholic?

He spends his days sitting in the blacksmith's shop eating and drinking with nothing to do, but he actually understands the beauty of ivory hand guards and the interweaving of light and dark color patterns on his hands...

How much skill does this require?

Can his calloused hands, which have not touched a hammer for twenty years, be able to hit it?

The most important thing!

Twenty or thirty years ago, my father was able to upgrade a spiritual sword to three levels by remaking it?

"Nu——"

The fingertips rubbed the sword body, and from inside the elephant dragon, a long and deep sound that sounded like an elephant's roar, or a dragon's howl sounded.

This sound washed away his soul, and Cao Erzhu's tiger body trembled, and he barely came back to his senses.

So, this sword in your hand has witnessed the transformation from the first generation of Cheshen Nian to the second generation, from Punishing God and Punishing Tribulation to Sword Nian, and is it also a symbol of the friendship between Dad and Bazun?

"Xianlong Wuming..."

Yes, Xianglong was originally nameless.

Before this, Cao Erzhu had never heard of Xianglong, but Xianglong was not really nameless.

It was able to be promoted from the third level to the first level in twenty years due to the nourishment of fame. This was due to more than just the father's power of reinvention.

The larger part is that every time the world's perception of Shen Nian changes and fame grows, a small part of it should nourish the nameless Xianglong.

With every nourishment of fame, little changes occur.

But in the past twenty years, from the complete disbelief of the world, everyone now agrees that the power of the Pure Spirit is comparable to the power of the ancestral source.

In this process, the "name" has changed too much, and the power, quality and quantity brought about by the transformation are too terrifying.

As for Xianglong, the "Sword of Witness", even if it is unknown, the world does not know this sword.

Because of this section, after reshaping the foundation, he was promoted to the first level!

"it……"

Thinking of this, Cao Erzhu's heart surged, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Old Uncle Sang: "Why don't you use Xianglong?"

"Because he is not an ancient sword cultivator." The water ghost laughed.

"Yes." Mr. Sang heard Er Zhu's thoughts and responded:

"If I use it, or if someone uses it, Xianglong will indeed have the appearance of a famous sword, and his achievements may not be inferior to Qingju's."

"But there are too many swords that Bazun knows well. None of the swords following him will end well. He doesn't want to let Xianglong down."

"Thus, the Elephant Dragon only became a witness twice."

twice?

Cao Erzhu was at a loss.

He's a little stupid, but he's not so stupid that he can't tell the difference between the two, right?

Mr. Sang said: "The first time I witnessed it, Xianglong witnessed the evolution of the first and second generations of Che Shen Nian and the decision of its future development direction. The second time I witnessed it, the Eight Masters handed it over to me. When we decided to establish the Saint Slave...the token..."

Cao Erzhu could no longer hear what was behind it, he could only feel the buzzing in his head.

Too expensive!

Cao Erzhu, who was born in a blacksmith shop, knew very well that sometimes the token sword was not much inferior to the battle sword in terms of status.

Xuan Cang is the divine sword.

But the meaning of Xuan Cang in Guizhe Holy Mountain has never been to fight and kill, but a symbol, a symbol of suppressing luck.

same!

The elephant dragon is the symbol of the materialization of Shen Nian and the Holy Slave.

To a certain extent, in today's era, the famous sword Twenty-One may not be as valuable as Xianglong!

And now, why did you hand such a valuable sword into my hands so easily?

If it gets knocked, dropped, or even stained...

Cao Erzhu was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand and did not dare to touch her more. He even wiped his sweaty hands on his waist.

"This, this, this...this sword is going to be remade?" He stuttered.

"No!" Mr. Sang shook his head again, "This is the sword given to you."

Cao Erzhu's pupils dilated immediately, and he almost fainted from happiness. After he realized what he was doing, he was flattered and asked himself, "How can I be so virtuous?"

But before he could speak, Mr. Sang interrupted him and said with a smile:

"This sword was made by your father. It is one of his masterpieces. It has traveled a circle between the Tenth Seat and the Saint Slave, and now it has returned to you, the son of Quilehan. This is very reasonable. "

"Didn't you notice that she doesn't reject you at all?"

"Her?" Cao Erzhu lowered his head.

"The spirit of the elephant dragon! Except for me, Xu Xiaoshou has never made her fall in love before." Sang Lao naturally hid part of what he said.

Mainly, he didn't dare to take out the sword in front of that traitor.

You must know that the large bathtub in Lingzang Pavilion where dragons and phoenixes appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou for alchemy has now fallen into the latter's hands.

Cao Erzhu was so moved that he cried. It was really true. Looking at it again, Xianglong not only did not reject him, but was also very close to him.

"Through Xianglong, you have learned about your father's abilities, and he has set a goal for you to surpass... too many. These are all good things, so this sword is given to you."

Sang Lao's gifts were so natural, as if he wanted to give Cao Erzhu something as soon as he saw him. He was a super and invincible uncle.

Cao Erzhu thought so too.

His heart moved: "Then I can..."

"Yes." Mr. Sang knew what he was going to say. "If you meet the right person, I also believe in your judgment, and I believe that you will not give her away casually, so when you think it is okay, it is okay."

"Uncle Sang..."

Cao Erzhu's nose was about to run out.

Uncle Sang is so good. Apart from his father and Brother Xiaoshou, he is the person who understands his heart best!

I haven't spoken yet, how can I know what I want to say and eliminate all worries?

Yes, Cao Erzhu is not an ancient sword cultivator, and he doesn't want to delay Xianglong.

The sword and the sword holder should be matched, not a pearl covered in dust.

When he knew that Xianglong had been given away many times and finally fell into his hands, he had not yet found the sword holder.

He already has a perfect candidate in mind!

She treats herself very well...

Her appearance accompanied him for half of his childhood...

She came and went without a trace. Cao Erzhu had suspected that even the name she told him was a lie - Wuming!

But unfortunately, she is extremely powerful and has the same essence as Xianglong - first grade!

Cao Erzhu didn't know the word "courtesy reciprocity" before leaving Qingyuan Mountain. He thought it would be better to be sincere when making friends.

Looking back now, I think that she and he taught me so much, but I actually took everything for granted.

It's their business not to ask for anything in return, but whether they want to repay it or not is another matter.

It just so happened that after more than ten years, she didn't even have a sword in her hand, and the elephant dragon in her hand had something to do with her...

"August!"

Cao Erzhu made up his mind.

In return, he will give the elephant dragon and his father to the Eight Masters, and then give them to August when they meet next time.

Will we see you again?

See you soon! must!

By then, August and Xianglong will definitely shine in the world of ancient sword cultivation!

"Senior Uncle Sang..."

Cao Erzhu solemnly accepted Xianglong.

In the future, he responded to the kindness he and the old man had shown him in the past August, but in the present, he could not repay Uncle Sang's gift.

But he could not refuse Xianglong, so he felt ashamed:

"Can I do something for you?"

Mr. Sang pressed the straw hat with one hand, closed his eyes deeply, and hid all his smile.

What I'm waiting for is your words, Quelehan's son!

"Indeed, I really have a merciless request..."

"Uncle Sang, tell me!" Cao Erzhu's eyes were bright and he was ecstatic.

The water ghost holds his forehead.

Silly boy, you sold it to someone like this and you didn’t even know it!

He used to think that Que Leihan's training plan had no problems at all, but now that he has changed into Mr. Sang's position, there is indeed a slight problem.

On the contrary, it’s the kind that Xu Xiaoshou raised free-range...

But Xu Xiaoshou's wings were fine if they were not hardened, but after they were hardened,... well, they all had problems, how could it be possible for a person to have no problems?

It’s just different growth environments and different training methods.

Sang Lao did not hesitate and firmly chose Cao Erzhu, but he still considered him:

"Er Zhu, do you know why your father doesn't let you successfully forge the spirit sword?"

"Do you know why you can only carry a tool hammer and have been beating these ordinary soldiers for more than 20 years?"

Cao Erzhu was very anxious and wanted to help Uncle Sang.

When he heard the words, he couldn't help but slow down a bit, but he was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound.

I don't know...

But as you said yourself, you can't ask why, right?

Mr. Sang did not stop asking questions and continued: "As I expected, in addition to this forging table and this tool hammer, your father should have also equipped you with a complete set of...others?"

Cao Erzhu suddenly closed his slightly opened mouth, as if this could hide the shock in his heart that he had been guessed again.

"That other set is of high quality. Even if you don't use it, you must...or your father has another order, telling you to use it frequently and keep running it in, but you are not allowed to take it out in front of outsiders."

Cao Erzhu inhaled deeply through his nostrils, like an incredulous cow.

"You have to practice by yourself, but you don't dare to secretly create your most satisfying work on this forging table or that hammer, because you are afraid of dad."

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

I have nothing to think about. Even if Uncle Sang has mind-reading skills, he can only read a series of "princes, generals and ministers"...

Cao Erzhu retreated slowly, as fearful as a tiger.

The water ghost's curiosity was piqued. Of course he knew that Boss Fenqin had guessed a young man's thoughts. It was no big deal.

But what is Quilehan's purpose in doing this?

Mr. Sang didn't have a close personal relationship with Que Leihan, so how could he read Que Leihan's heart from a distance?

"Get the hammer out."

Mr. Sang said with a smile, as if he was sure of something.

Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the tool hammer not far away, and hit it to cover his eyes. Uncle Sang was nowhere to be seen, which made Erzhu feel at ease.

The water ghost was moved.

At this point, if he hasn't guessed the core yet, then let Yu Lingdi wear this golden beast face!

"Do you have the Sky-Banging Hammer in your hand?"

"Is Quilehan so willing to pass on the Sky-shattering Hammer to you?"

With a bang, the tool hammer fell to the ground. Cao Erzhu looked at the water ghost with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and said in shock:

"You, how do you know?"

It really is? !

The water ghost couldn't sit still anymore and suddenly stood up from the big stone.

The Sky-shattering Hammer is one of the nine supreme artifacts, and is as famous as the Soul-cutting Overlord, the Evil Sin Bow, and the Jun-Shattering Shield.

This is nothing.

It's just a supreme artifact, and the water ghost himself has it.

He has the Sealing Source Spear, which he got from Yan Wuse.

But this is completely different. The nine supreme artifacts also require a degree of adaptability, and also require the unity of man and weapon, and also need to be "raised".

I got the Fengyuan Spear myself, which is also a long-handled weapon, and it is very easy to use, but it is lighter than the Sea Control God Halberd, and I still need to adapt.

To put it bluntly, there is still no perfect fit.

But the Sky Hammer in Kui Leihan's hands is equivalent to the Overlord to Shen Yi, and the Evil Sin Bow to Ai Cangsheng!

Before the Broken Jun Shield was born, there were only three perfect pairs of the nine supreme artifacts.

No one would take the initiative to separate these three sets to talk about combat power, just like when talking about mandarin ducks, no one would talk about mandarin ducks alone or ducks alone.

Now, someone told himself...

Ai Cangsheng passed his bow to his apprentice, or Shen Yi passed the Overlord to his children?

"He's crazy!"

Water Ghost spread his hands and looked at Sang Lao with an even more devilish expression than Cao Erzhu, "You dare to think so, he did it too?"

Sang Lao: "You too?"

Water Ghost was suddenly speechless.

But no matter how strong he appeared, he knew deep down that he was still a little distance away from the Ten Thrones.

The Sea Controlling God Halberd was indeed a match made in heaven for Water Ghost, but it was also possible for Yu Ling...Water Ghost shut up obediently.

Sang Lao, who had no son, understood, but he, as a father, only saw through it at this moment, and could only slap his legs:

"Alas! Alas! Alas!"

He didn't mean to look down on Cao Erzhu.

Water Ghost simply felt regretful and sighed because he would not see the complete form of Kuilehan's "Thunder God·Punishment God Punishment·Thunder Hammer" in the future, which would push the instantaneous explosive force to the limit.

Cao Erzhu didn't know what they were sighing about, but he couldn't stand the gazes and apologized to his father in his heart.

"Hammer!"

He exclaimed softly, and spread his right hand. A silver-black round-headed sledgehammer flowed out from his flesh and blood.

The handle of the sledgehammer was very thick, as thick as the forearm of a water ghost. Ordinary people couldn't hold it, but Cao Erzhu was just right.

The head of the sledgehammer was very big, twice as big as Cao Erzhu's head, with many bamboo shoots protruding on it. People couldn't imagine what would happen if this thing hit a person's head.

Cao Erzhu, holding the thunder hammer, had muscles in his naked upper body, and the muscles in his upper and lower arms were bulging, with blue veins clearly visible.

He subconsciously took a slight step, with the handle of the hammer facing forward and the head of the hammer facing outward, a move to protect people and his feet.

From the slightly sunken land under his feet, it can be seen that this thing, whether it is the handle or the head of the hammer, should be solid.

Very wild, very wild, very explosive!

"I won't swing it, the sound is a bit loud."

Cao Erzhu held the hammer with both hands and couldn't scratch his head.

Sang Lao and the water ghost stared at the thunder hammer intently.

Erzhu's hand was so steady that the Thunder Hammer didn't tremble in the space, so the scene was very quiet.

The two knew that when this thing was swung, it would rub against the space and the Tao...

The sound was "boom boom boom" that could cover the thunder of the punishment of the gods, and the explosion was comparable to the serial explosions on the Holy Mountain, which was even more outrageous than Xu Xiaoshou's trouble!

"Gurgle..."

The water ghost swallowed his saliva and his scalp was slightly numb.

He was not scared by Cao Erzhu, but by this big guy with this body and appearance holding a hammer. He felt that if Kui Leihan came, this place might be hammered at any time.

Like!

Too much like!

Why can't Yu Ling be as handsome as himself? Erzhu is exactly like his father when he was young, with a simple and honest appearance.

Of course, if we talk about the inner self, just like Yu Ling's confinement on the Void Island, the darkness of the previous generation basically crushes the younger generation.

Except Xu Xiaoshou.

"Senior Uncle Sang, what should I do? Hit you?" Cao Erzhu felt that the master and apprentice of the little brother always had something shocking to say, so he asked first.

"Don't!"

Old Sang was startled by the boy's shocking words.

He just wanted to confirm it to judge whether Cao Erzhu's ability was really as he thought, but he didn't want to take a hammer from this thing, even if it was just an ordinary blow.

"Put it away." He waved his hand hurriedly.

"Since it's all out, I'll practice 'holding the hammer'. I haven't practiced for a long time." Since everyone knows it, there's nothing to hide. I can just practice normally.

Cao Erzhu squatted slightly in a horse stance, holding the sledgehammer diagonally, with the hammer head facing outward, his tiger eyes wide open, his eyes killing forward, and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Sang, continue talking."

The water ghost subconsciously retreated a little, and then picked up Cen Qiaofu from the side and moved it to another place.

He was a shady man anyway, and what he heard was:

Uncle Sang, just tell me, and it will be over if you don't hit me.

Sang knew that Erzhu didn't have that intention, so he didn't dare to keep him in suspense. He reorganized his words and said:

"The sword and the sword holder are indeed the best match, but no matter how well they fit, they are not perfect."

"The swordsmith, the sword, and the sword holder, in theory, can create a true "perfection" only when the three of them are united in mind and spirit."

"But this can only exist in theory."

Sang glanced at Erzhu and saw that he was not unusual. He felt a little relieved and said:

"If it weren't for the elders of the family helping to lead the way, it would be difficult for a normal wild way of cultivation to have a "perfect" match."

"Imagine, you and I start practicing the day after tomorrow. I practice swordsmanship, and you practice sword-making, and we just happen to get a piece of divine iron. The three of us practice and practice swordsmanship at the same time. At the end of the day, one of us is successful in swordsmanship and the other is skilled in sword-making. Dacheng, the divine iron has finally been polished and perfected into a famous sword. The spirit of the famous sword connects the three and becomes the best in the world... Is this possible? "

Cao Erzhu shook his head, it was indeed basically impossible.

But this is in his own narrow world, maybe Uncle Sang will change the subject...

"It's really impossible."

Uncle Sang also shook his head, "I have lived for such a long time, so I can't be considered ignorant. I have never heard of such a combination."

oh.

“But it’s possible to reinvent the wheel!”

"Meeting at the pinnacle of Tao, one is a master of swordsmanship, and the other is a master of sword-making. The two chatted happily and decided to work together to rebuild the master's entry sword - because of the ancient sword Xiu is usually the one who has the deepest relationship with the first sword. Through this, the foundation of the famous sword is laid, and the three of them become famous together. "

"is it possible?"

Asking and answering questions, Mr. Sang said: "It's completely possible!"

Cao Erzhu was already brimming with enthusiasm: "Are they my father and Uncle Bazun?"

"no."

oh.

"It's possible, but they didn't do it."

"Because the pearls and jade come first, the famous sword hunts ghosts. It started from an ordinary sword, without any secondary polishing, and only through the nourishment of fame, it embarked on the road of famous swords."

"The blade of the hunting ghost has many curls and pits, but this does not affect the strength of the hunting ghost at all. On the contrary, it has become the label of the hunting ghost, which is unprecedented and unprecedented!"

Hunting ghosts...

Cao Erzhu gained some knowledge about the spirit refining world some time ago, and Uncle Shenyi taught him.

He knew that hunting ghosts was Hua Changdeng's sword.

Gone.

"So Qingju is discontinued." Old Sang turned the topic here and said with great regret:

"Today is different from the past. Not only the way of swordsmanship is slowly developing, but also the art of sword-making is slowly developing."

"Times are different. Nowadays, as soon as the tenth-grade spiritual sword comes out, it is surrounded by supreme artifacts, chaos artifacts, supernatural weapons, and even various relic monument artifacts that have been famous but have been covered with dust..."

"They have sealed the sky. No matter how strong Qingju is, if he wants to raise another 'invincible', it cannot be achieved overnight. The result of a head-on confrontation is just like the Eight Masters. Too strong is easy to break."

"So it's broken."

Cao Erzhu nodded in approval.

He understood what Uncle Sang said deeply.

When I came out of the small town, I thought it would be the starting point for my tenth-grade spiritual sword. I also imagined that one day I would soar into the clouds. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of Qingyuan Mountain, all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards suddenly appeared outside...

It feels a bit like the end!

If you are not careful, you will reach the end!

As expected, Dad won’t lie. The spirit world is very scary, and the sword world is also very scary. Everyone is full of pressure.

"I don't want the history of Qingju to repeat itself, but now I have seen the clues." Mr. Sang looked at Cao Erzhu seriously.

"you……"

Cao Erzhu hesitated.

You, which sword is worn out?

After such a big detour, I'm actually not stupid. I want to see that you want me to help you with your sword.

It's okay, you can just say it.

But the problem is...

"Do you have a sword?" Cao Erzhu asked hesitantly.

"I don't have it myself." Mr. Sang stretched out his hands, but they were withered and charred. After all, he couldn't stand the look of thin skin and tender meat, so he chose to change the skin.

He stared at his hands and smiled: "In other words, you can't fight my sword with your help."

"Then who wants to fight with swords?"

Mr. Sang put down his hand and held the straw hat. He did not answer, but said: "The swordsmith's first sword is the same as the sword holder's first sword. The emotion is the deepest at the moment when the soul is born."

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

Is this the reason why Dad didn't let himself successfully achieve spirituality?

He refused to allow the weapons he fought to be born, and even suppressed all possibilities of "spiritual birth", just to keep this... first time?

So who should I leave this first time to?

Cao Erzhu became even more curious and asked again: "Uncle Sang, please stop showing off. Who am I going to fight for?"

Mr. Sang took off his straw hat, bent down, and said sincerely: "Er Zhu, do you have a good relationship with Xu Xiaoshou?"

Little Brother Shou...

"If I implore you, if you fight the first sword for Xu Xiaoshou, do your best, even if you work hard...in the true sense of the word, can you do it?"

Cao Erzhu couldn't stand his horse's steps anymore: "But Brother Xiao Shou already has his first sword..."

At this point, Cao Erzhu suddenly woke up.

Sword, sword holder, swordsmith, first sword, remade...

"Hide suffering?!"

Cao Erzhu exclaimed, he realized it!

Mr. Sang didn't say anything and nodded very seriously. This was not a joke. This would determine the rest of Xu Xiaomeng's swordsmanship.

Cao Erzhu suddenly put away the sky-shattering hammer, stood at attention and responded seriously:

"Uncle Sang, if it were Brother Xiaoshou, even if there was no Xianglong, my answer would only be, and it must be..."

He slapped his chest heavily, his eyes gleamed, and he shouted loudly and unequivocally:

"Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed!"