Chapter 369: Forging a Sword

More than 20 years have passed, and the Green Willow Alley in the south of Qingzhou City has already undergone earth-shaking changes. The street scene here is very different from when Huan Yin and his wife first moved here, but the biggest change is not things and environment, but people.

Wang Po has passed away for many years, and even Lu Shu passed away eight years ago. There is no one left in the old neighbors in the Green Willow Alley in the south of the city except Huan Yin and Ruan Shushu. At this moment, Huan Yin and Ruan Shushu's neighbors are already the next generation, or even two generations later.

On this day, Huan Yin, who was already white-haired, and Ruan Shushu, who was no longer beautiful due to old age, walked slowly in the Green Willow Alley with their backs to the sunset.

They just went for a walk, bought some vegetables by the way, and prepared to go home to cook dinner. The couple has spent more than 40 years in this Qingzhou City, and has spent more than half of the originally planned 80 years of transformation.

"Uncle Huan, are you back from a walk with Auntie?" A man in his forties on the street greeted Huan Yin and his wife.

This man was the son of Huan Yin and Ruan Shushu's old neighbor, and they had always had a good relationship.

Huan Yin smiled and nodded: "It's a nice day, let's go out and take a look, otherwise I won't be able to see them later!"

The man smiled and said: "Everyone in our south city knows that you two old people are in good health. I think you two old people are going to live to be a hundred years old!"

Huan Yin and Ruan Shushu are famous in the south city for their strong bodies. At an old age, the two old people have no children and no one to rely on, but they are still living well, and they are even doing things not much worse than young people.

It is also for this reason that the neighbors admire Huan Yin and Ruan Shushu very much. In addition, they are famous for being good people, so the neighbors also respect them very much.

Of course, there is another reason. The current Qingzhou Emperor, who is also the head of Wuliangmen, still comes to the courtyard of Huanyin and his wife from time to time for some reason. He will sit for half an hour at the shortest and stay for a whole day at the longest before leaving.

"Uncle Huan, the emperor is here. Please go and see him." When Huanyin and his wife walked to a place not far from the gate of their courtyard, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the opposite side. It was Wang Po's little daughter who was talking to them.

Huanyin and Ruan Shushu both said "Oh", exchanged a few words with her, and then turned to see Wei Qianlong.

Wei Qianlong is still a young man now, which is the best proof that he has cultivated and is quite profound.

Huanyin went forward to open the gate of his courtyard, and then walked in with Ruan Shushu and Wei Qianlong and closed the door.

"Bring it?" Huanyin smiled slightly, and the sense of aging on his body was reduced by half.

Wei Qianlong nodded and took out a storage bag and said, "Master, everything you want is in there, but what do you want them for?"

Huan Yin took the storage bag and scanned it with his spiritual sense, nodded and said, "There are a few missing Yu Bing vines, you can find them again."

Then he glanced at Wei Qianlong and continued, "These are all sword-making materials. Although I didn't teach you how to make swords, you should be able to tell."

"These things plus what I have now should be able to make a good sword. Your master's wife and I have been in the mortal world for eighty years, and we have been making swords every day. Swords, but they are all ordinary swords. "

"So I thought, before I get too old to walk, I should really forge a fairy sword during this period of transformation to see how far I can go. "

Wei Qianlong was shocked: "Master wants to forge a fairy sword!"

Huan Yin said: "You have been learning Taoism with me for so many years, and now you have achieved some cultivation. So I think, Master will give you a fairy sword to support you as the head of Wuliangmen!"

Although Wei Qianlong's cultivation progressed rapidly under Huan Yin's teaching and his own efforts, Qingzhou had no Taoist tradition in the past, and naturally lacked fairy treasures. Now the fairy sword used by him, the head of Wuliangmen, is only a fourth-grade fairy sword, and he bought it specially in Linzhou, which is really a bit unbearable.

Wei Qianlong knew that his master could forge swords, and he knew that his master's methods were extraordinary. But he knew nothing about sword forging, and when Huan Yin only forged ordinary swords, he didn't know what kind of fairy sword his master could forge.

Of course, it was impossible for him to ask his master to give him a sword after all these years, so he had never seen Huan Yin's sword-making skills, and he didn't have much hope for his magic weapon.

Now Wei Qianlong was naturally very grateful, and bowed deeply to Huan Yin: "Master, I really don't know how to repay you."

Huan Yin now finally understood the reason why Wei Bing had selflessly devoted himself to him, so he replied: "Your hard work in cultivation is the best reward for me."

Then he asked: "What grade of immortal sword do you want?"

Wei Qianlong was still very familiar with the grade of immortal swords, and he showed hesitation after hearing Huan Yin's question. In fact, the immortal sword he wanted was the seventh grade, or the seventh grade immortal sword was what he dreamed of. But he was afraid that this would embarrass his master, so he didn't blurt out his wish, and finally said respectfully: "Master, disciple... I would be very satisfied if I could have a sixth grade immortal sword!"

Huan Yin laughed: "You kid, don't tell the truth."

Then he waved his hand again and said: "Okay, take some time to bring me some more Yubing vines, not too much, just three feet long. I'm afraid I have to retreat for a while, so don't come to me if there's nothing urgent during this time. Ask your uncle Tianshi and his wife about cultivation."

Wei Qianlong knew that Huan Yin was probably retreating to concentrate on sword forging, and bowed deeply again: "Thank you, Master."

From that day on, Huan Yin began to retreat. However, he did not really start to forge swords, but took out the top-grade illusion furnace that he bought at Yijian Peak that year, entered it and began to practice.

For so many years, Huan Yin has not seriously forged a fairy sword for a long time. However, his current sword forging attainments are far better than before he became a mortal, all because he has insisted on forging mortal swords every day for these years.

Sword forging, whether it is forging mortals or refining immortals, actually has the same goal, and there is no big difference. Even if the final objects are different, they can gain the same understanding and experience of sword forging.

Huan Yin has been practicing for more than 40 years now, and he feels that he seems to have the possibility of touching the realm of the weapon fairy. However, he is still not sure, so he wants to do his best to forge a sword, give his apprentice a good sword, and prove himself!

Huan Yin stayed in the illusion furnace for two whole years without coming out. During this period, Wei Qianlong came to see him many times and brought the Yu Bing Teng that Huan Yin wanted, but he never saw Huan Yin himself.

Two years later, Huan Yin came out of the illusion furnace, looking even older, with red eyes, obviously exhausted. But at that time, his eyes were shining, and he was indescribably happy.

After Huan Yin came out, he slept for three days and three nights, and then began to retreat again. But this time, the place where he retreated was not the illusion furnace, but the deepest part of the ground, where he absorbed the earth fire before.

This time, he began to forge the real sword, and did not let anyone disturb him at all.

Thus, Huan Yin stayed deep underground for another ten years. During these ten years, he never appeared. Not only Wei Qianlong had never seen him, but even Ruan Shushu and Xiaotian had never seen him.

One night ten years later, it was already dark, but it was not too late. The night market in Qingzhou City had just begun, and the alleys in the city were full of citizens.

In Wuliangmen, Wei Qianlong spread his legs and stood up, saying to the hundreds of people in the hall: "As my Wuliangmen disciples, you must always remember that there is no limit to the way of this world, and there is no strongest magic in this world. Everything is infinite. As long as you keep this in mind, you will truly enter my Wuliangmen and understand my Wuliangmen's way!"

A young disciple who looked only ten years old stood up and bowed to Wei Qianlong: "Master, did you explore the Wuliang Way yourself?"

Wei Qianlong shook his head: "I also have a master, he is unfathomable and unimaginable."

It was the first time for everyone to hear Wei Qianlong say that he had a master, and they were full of curiosity. In their hearts, the master is already very strong, so what about the master's master?

At this moment, the whole Dharma Hall suddenly began to shake, which startled everyone in the hall.

At the same time, the entire Qingzhou City, with Wuliangmen as the center, was shaking within a radius of about five miles, as if a great disaster was about to come.

The people in the city had already looked panicked, and the disciples in the Wuliangmen Dharma Hall looked at Wei Qianlong with horror, waiting for the judgment of the headmaster.

"Come with me to see!" Wei Qianlong made a prompt decision and rushed out of the Dharma Hall with a group of disciples. He saw that in the square in the center of Wuliangmen, a fiery red light rushed out from the ground and went straight to the sky!

Everyone was shocked by this strange phenomenon, and kept pointing at the fiery red light and talking, with fear, curiosity, and shock.

No disciple of Wuliangmen dared to approach the light, even Wei Qianlong himself did not dare to do so. Because the pressure from the light was too strong, it was not something any of them could resist.

Gradually, the citizens of Qingzhou also saw the fiery red light, like a pillar, illuminating the night sky.

"It's Wuliangmen, it's the immortal master of Wuliangmen who caused the change. Don't panic, it's our Qingzhou Emperor who is using his great magical power!" A mortal pointed at the light column and shouted to the surroundings.

Gradually, the ground stopped shaking, and everyone finally calmed down slowly, staring at the light column in a trance, wanting to see what would happen.

"Chengjian!" Suddenly, an old voice came from below the ground. The Wuliangmen disciples who were closest to the light column heard it most clearly. They all widened their eyes, wanting to know who the owner of the voice was.