Chapter 261: Divine Sword Villa

After a while, Ahua woke up and turned into a human again, but he burst into tears.

"Ahua, what's wrong?" Zhang Ye asked.

Ahua wiped away her tears and was silent for a long time: "I started the Ancestral Dragon inheritance according to the method you told me before, but it seemed that I had to go through a test and I failed."

Ahua couldn't cry because of failure. There must be other reasons. Before Zhang Ye asked, Ahua had already explained it.

"I seemed to have entered a dream and met Princess Jinning and my unborn child." Ahua's eyes were a little painful. Princess Jinning was Ahua's former wife. Ahua continued, "Although , I know those are all false, but I don’t want to wake up, because I feel that even if this is a dream, I still want to stay with the princess and my child for a while.”

Ahua's face was full of happiness: "Zhang Ye, I named my unborn child Huamanlou, and I taught him horse riding and archery..."

"Gradually, I don't know how many years have passed, I almost forgot that this was a dream." Ahua's expression became painful again, "Until one day, a cultivator from the Xuanji Pavilion came to the dynasty, a Taoist from the Xuanji Pavilion. ”

Speaking of this, Ahua gritted her teeth: "Although in the dream, the Shangxuan Taoist did not recognize my identity, I hate it. If it weren't for that Shangxuan Taoist, my wife and children would have lived such a life. , so I chose to kill him.”

"It's a pity that in the dream, I was just a monk in the realm of gods. I was no match for the Taoist Shangxuan. I was killed, so I woke up."

Ah Hua's hatred was so overwhelming that no one would be reconciled to being killed twice by the same person, and Zhang Ye knew it all too well.

Ahua couldn't hold back her sadness again and hugged her head and cried. Zhang Ye didn't say anything. It was better for him to come out on his own for this kind of thing. What others said was useless.

After a while, Ahua returned to normal. He said to Zhang Ye: "Sorry, I lost my temper."

"It's okay, it's human nature." Zhang Ye patted his shoulder.

Ahua wiped away her tears, looked at the Ancestral Dragon Fang, and said: "Zhang Ye, that dream is the test of the Ancestral Dragon Fang. As for how to pass the test, I don't know. I only know that if you fail, you will not be able to start the inheritance again." ”

"That's it..." Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, "I'll give it a try."

"Wait a minute." Ahua stopped Zhang Ye, "Let me remind you, that dream is really too real. The further you get to the back, the harder it is to extricate yourself. If I hadn't been killed by Taoist Shangxuan, I'm afraid I would never be able to get out. coming."

This is by no means alarmist. Judging from the way Ahua cried when she woke up, the dream was indeed more real than reality.

However, no matter how dangerous it is, Zhang Ye can only try. Having the Dragon Clan army assist the Shengshengtai camp does not mean the final victory. The Heavenly Man is a sword hanging over his head, and he must have the means to fight against the Heavenly Man. Therefore, Zhang Ye must obtain the Fang of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Ahua, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance has started a war with the Ascension Platform camp. Our troops are divided into two groups. You lead the Four Seas Dragon Clan to support the Ascension Platform camp first. I will be responsible for finding a way to get the Ancestral Dragon's Teeth."

From Ahua's description, it seems that it will be impossible to obtain the inheritance of the ancestral dragon for a while. Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and made this decision.

Although A-Hua wanted to accompany Zhang Ye, the war was urgent, and the reinforcements from the Four Seas Dragon Clan needed to be brought to the Ascension Platform camp by A-Hua herself, otherwise Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang would not be able to trust the Dragon Clan.

"Okay, Zhang Ye, be careful." Anyway, the test will not be life-threatening. Ahua talked about some of her own experiences and left from the Dragon Emperor's treasure house to lead the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas to the Cultivation Continent.

By the way, the Four Seas Dragon Clan had previously prepared to attack the Cultivation Continent, and their troops had already been assembled. Now they just changed their goals and assisted the Ascension Platform camp, so they could send out troops quickly.

On the bottom floor of the Dragon Emperor's treasure house, only Zhang Ye and the Ancestral Dragon Fang remained. Zhang Ye didn't dare to start the inheritance easily, because there was only one chance. So he was going to try one thing, how about refining the ancestral dragon's teeth into a magic weapon?

Unfortunately, as Zhang Ye expected, the Ancestral Dragon's Tooth is similar to the soul-suppressing pillar and cannot be smelted by the three-flavored true fire. These things do not belong to this world, and there is nothing that the three-flavored true fire can do.

Zhang Ye had no choice but to behave, sit in front of the Ancestral Dragon Fang, and began to recite the mantra to open the Ancestral Dragon inheritance.

The ancestral dragon's teeth trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound and glowing with golden light.

…

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. It was not high, but it had luxuriant vegetation and beautiful bells and trees. In the morning, the mist lingers, like a white dragon entrenched; at night, the glow shines like a vast brocade.

There is a manor on the mountain. The manor is not big and has a few cabins. It is neat, clean and antique, and there is the sound of music and cranes from time to time. There is a sign hanging in the entrance hall of the manor, which reads - Excalibur Villa.

On this day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, hundreds of people including martial arts heroes, princes and nobles, with their servants and baggage, were busy climbing the mountain. The mountain road was winding, and I heard someone comment: "I've been here several times, but Master Zhang is nowhere to be seen every time."

"What are you talking about? Since Master Zhang inherited the Divine Sword Villa, I have gone up to the mountain to ask for a sword on the first day of every month, and I have only met Master Zhang once."

"Everyone, please say a few words. Master Zhang likes peace and quiet. If someone is unhappy because we disturb the peace in the mountains, he may close the door and thank the guests."

"What brother said is true!"

Whether they are friends or old enemies, the road to Excalibur Villa is peaceful and harmonious.

"Husband, how long has it been? Are you still sleeping?"

"Hehe, daddy is such a slacker!"

"Aye, you are already a father, but you don't act like a father at all!"

...

Zhang Ye opened his eyes and looked at the people in front of him with a hint of confusion.

Han Ling'er, Su Jin, Murong Hongzhuang, three fairy wives are graceful and elegant. Su Jin is dressed in green, ethereal and elegant; Han Ling'er is dressed in white, gentle and lovely; Murong Hongzhuang is dressed in a red skirt like a flower, generous and intellectual.

Daughter Zhang Ruhua has grown a few years older and has become a little girl of seven or eight years old, as beautiful as her mothers.

Zhang Ye's parents are also there, his mother is nagging about trivial matters as usual, and his father is holding a pipe, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Zhang Ye quickly hid the strangeness in his eyes, stretched his waist, and got up with a smile: "Dad, mother, ladies, Hua'er, so many people wake me up every day, it's too embarrassing!"

"You still know how to be embarrassed? Shenjian Villa forges swords on the first day of every month. If you come here, you will break the ancestral rules!" Zhang Ye's father was so angry that his face turned red.

Zhang Ye is the contemporary heir of the martial arts family Shenjian Villa. He practices peerless sword-making skills, and people all over the world flock to him. Even the garbage thrown by Shenjian Villa is snatched by countless people.

Although Zhang Ye was scolded by his father, he felt so happy. His parents are alive, his wife and concubines are beautiful, his daughter is lovely, and the world admires him. How can he not be happy? It is completely different from the self in his dream.

In the past few years, Zhang Ye would have a dream, and it was a continuous dream. He dreamed that he opened a blacksmith shop in the world of cultivation, called the Magic Blacksmith Shop. Both his parents died, and he relied on the forging system to counterattack and revenge...

With the help of his three beautiful wives, Zhang Ye washed and dressed, and put on the black robe representing the owner of Shenjian Villa. Today is the first day of the new year, the day to open the villa and forge swords, and there can be no carelessness.

Zhang Ye looked at Su Jin. In his dream, she was a banished fairy from heaven; Zhang Ye looked at Han Linger again, who seemed to be the supreme master of the magic way in the dream; as for Murong Hongzhuang, she was a demon saint. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye burst out laughing. What an absurd dream.

"Don't laugh. A manor owner should act like a manor owner." Several fairy wives said angrily. Zhang Ye was so aroused by their charming manners.

"The ladies are right." Zhang Ye straightened his clothes and walked to the front hall with dignity. There were already many heroes and forces seeking swords.

Hua'er wanted to go with Zhang Ye, but was scolded by her biological mother Murong Hongzhuang. However, Zhang Ye held Hua'er's hand and said, "It's okay. Let Hua'er follow me."

"You, you just spoil her too much." Murong Hongzhuang smiled with her mouth covered.

Hua'er was led by Zhang Ye. When there was no one around, she said, "Daddy, where did you dream about your strange dream now? I really want to hear it."

Zhang Ye's strange dream was only told to Hua'er, and Hua'er listened to it as a story. She chased Zhang Ye every day. If she didn't hear it one day, she would feel uncomfortable all over. Even though today was the first day of the new year, the day when Zhang Ye opened his manor to forge swords, she would still pester Zhang Ye.

How could Zhang Ye not know the reason why this clever little guy followed him? He recalled for a moment and began to speak: "It is said that the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea refused to help Zhang Ye, but instead put him under house arrest in the Dragon City of the East China Sea..."

After speaking for a while, Zhang Ye came to the front hall. The heroes and various factions stood up and bowed. Although the titles of "Master Zhang" and "Master Zhang" were messy, they were surprisingly neat.

Zhang Ye did not greet the martial arts heroes, but said to Hua'er first: "I'll stop here first. I'll continue to tell you when Daddy is done."

Hua'er was still savoring the scene of "Zhang Ye destroying the Dragon City of the East China Sea and playing against the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea", and couldn't wait to know what happened next, but she was obedient and knew that Zhang Ye was going to do something serious, so she nodded: "Daddy, you've worked hard."

Zhang Ye smiled and touched Hua'er's head, then looked at the martial arts heroes. His face was still the sun in spring a moment ago, but at this moment, it was as cold as ice in the cold winter: "Three swords."

Three swords is not a code word, but the number of swords cast in the manor this month.

There were at least hundreds of people asking for swords, and Zhang Ye only cast three swords, which meant that most people would return empty-handed.

However, no one dared to act rashly, not only because they had something to ask of the Divine Sword Villa, but most importantly, the owners of the Divine Sword Villa were all the best swordsmen in the world.

Because only the one who knows swords best can forge a magic sword.

The martial arts heroes took out the treasures they brought with them in order to seek Zhang Ye's favor.

By the way, the Divine Sword Villa never lacks money, so Zhang Ye has never clearly stipulated the reward for forging swords.

Zhang Ye once forged a magic sword for a gold mountain, and also for taking in a puppy. It was nothing but his mood.

What is Zhang Ye's mood today? No one knows, but the martial arts heroes are full of hope, just hoping that the things they offer can be in the eyes of Master Zhang.

Zhang Ye was not very satisfied, so he picked three things at random.

The people who were chosen looked ecstatic, more excited than the top scholar; those who were not chosen were like bereaved parents.

"Within three days, the magic sword will be forged and will naturally be delivered to you. Please go back." In this way, the opening of the villa for forging swords on the first day of the new year came to an end.

Even the princes and nobles did not dare to stay too long. They bowed respectfully and walked quietly down the mountain as they came.

After everyone left, Zhang Ye's expression melted away. He sat down, hugged the painting, and continued to tell the story.

"It is said that the Dragon Emperor was trapped in his own trap and cried loudly in anxiety. Naturally, whatever Zhang Ye said was true..."

"Zhang Ye and Ah Hua entered the bottom floor of the Dragon Emperor's treasury, where a three-meter-long ancestral dragon tooth stood..." Zhang Ye stopped talking here.

"Daddy, what's so special about the ancestral dragon tooth? Did Zhang Ye get the ancestral dragon tooth?" Hua'er was listening with fascination, and urged dissatisfiedly.

Zhang Ye looked painful, and murmured: "Ancestor dragon tooth, ancestral dragon tooth, ancestral dragon tooth!"