Prehistoric: Beginning with Mediating Creation

Chapter 484

"Grandpa, where are we going?"

Wang Ping'an was a little surprised to see the large and small bags in front of him being loaded onto the donkey-drawn cart.

Middle-aged Luo, whose hair was mottled with black, replied simply and unsmilingly: "Moving."

Wang Ping'an became even more curious. Where are we going?

But facing Luo, who had a serious face, he didn't dare to ask another question.

However, Luo said one more sentence for the first time: "There is a blacksmith shop in Wuyezhou recruiting people. Please write to me and ask me to go over and help. The monthly salary will be increased five times."

"Is there such a good thing?" Wang Ping'an was surprised.

But the boy who usually loves to read storybooks and divergent thinking immediately began to fantasize innocently.

"Isn't it that the adventure in my destiny is about to begin?" He couldn't help but tighten the rusty iron sword in his hand, and his face had already shown a yearning for the future.

"Where did you pick up this sword?" Luo's cold voice suddenly interrupted the boy's fantasy.

Wang Pingan scratched the back of his head and replied somewhat embarrassedly: "In the ancient well in the backyard."

"Oh, there." Mr. Luo just nodded.

Wang Pingan became nervous: "Grandpa, is there any story there?"

"Are you talking about those stories in the novels?" Mr. Luo naturally understood the young man.

The young man nodded.

Mr. Luo shook his head.

The young man was disappointed.

Then he also carried the big and small bags of belongings.

"Hey, Wang Pingan."

The young man immediately became energetic: "You said."

"Don't forget the statue of the ancestor in the yard."

"Ah... Oh oh." The young man was disappointed again.

The road is long, and I don't know if I can meet a confidant on the road ahead. The young man became melancholy again.

He sat on the crossbar of the donkey cart and went away with the cart. His legs were like noodles, swinging constantly with the bumps of the road.

He did have a lot of melancholy in his heart, and some sorrow. Recently, he always had some strange dreams, and he didn't dare to tell his grandfather, just thinking that it was the difficulty of the road, so he had nightmares.

In his dreams, there was always a pair of eyes staring at him, like an evil ghost, or a sex maniac, which always made him feel creepy, and when he woke up, he felt his hair stand on end.

He also forgot whether this nightmare started when he set out, or when he picked up the rusty iron sword.

The reason why he guessed the rusty sword was because the boy was naive and sensitive, and he could always find points that ordinary people could not think of.

This rusty sword was like that.

And last night, he finally had a breakthrough in his dream.

"Sword."

There was an extra voice in the dream, and this voice was calling this word with some special meaning.

What sword?

The best sword in the world? Or the sword of the first Dao? Could it be the sword of wisdom? The sword of the gentleman?

The boy was really confused.

After all, he was born in a blacksmith shop, and his family inherited the blacksmithing skills. He helped his grandfather forge no less than ten swords, each of which cut iron like mud. Even if a sword cultivator came, he would say - good sword.

In addition, swords are the main weapons of the protagonists in vernacular novels, so he naturally knows the famous swords in the world.

First of all, there are the legendary swords of the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism, all of which were personally sacrificed and refined by their ancestors, and then became immortal treasures, and then passed down.

However, most of them are no longer shown to the public as the three religions are destroyed or closed.

If they are really these legendary swords, he really needs to think about whether he is hysterical.

However, he will not have to think about it soon.

Because Wuyezhou has arrived, he should adapt to the new environment and become a qualified "day student".

Yes, Luo sent him to study.

Wuyezhou is much larger than Pianzhou, and it is the fundamental territory of the Brahma Sect, one of the three major sects.

Brahma Sect was once a branch of the lower house of Buddhism, but later Brahma Sect separated from Buddhism and formed its own sect, practicing swordsmanship and recruiting nuns, which made it even more unique.

Now, it has completely abandoned many Buddhist traditions and become an independent sect. Even when Buddhism was relegated to the dust of history, it did not rush to accept the Buddhist heritage like other sects.

They now only practice one method, called Buddha Sword.

One sword can make a Buddha, one sword can make a demon, no sword, no thought, the Buddha Sword is self-made.

It is said that the founder of the Brahma School became independent from the Buddha with the theory of Buddha Sword.

However, the young man is not qualified to meet the founders of the three major sects. Let alone him, even his unknown grandfather can only go to the blacksmith shop every day to forge iron and forge swords, and has never seen anything else.

And Wang Ping'an studied here for three years.

From elementary school to university, he became an elegant scholar.

But his dreams every night are becoming more and more "real".

Recently, he has been repeating a dream.

A colorful light completely enveloped his dream, and then the previous word also had three more.

Thief, good sword!

I think this is a compliment.

The boy now dared not reveal such a dream.

He was more aware of his own uniqueness.

And he always felt that he did not look much like his grandfather.

"Could it be that my life experience is really bizarre?" Wang Ping'an's divergent thinking never stopped.

In addition, his grandfather always forbad him to contact the practice method, whether it was the practice method passed down by the three religions or other schools, even the martial arts outer door hard qigong that could be bought on the market for a dozen copper coins.

In this regard, he was naturally more convinced that he was different.

Maybe he... was the child of a "big devil" who had once set off a bloody storm in the world.

When Wang Pingan was suspicious of his family and looking forward to the future, a piece of news suddenly spread throughout Wuyezhou.

The Buddhist sword master of the Fanye sect passed away.

However, such a big event is nothing in the world today.

Because the swordsman who walked out of the strange stone in the sky actually came down from the sky.

This matter is naturally strange. It is said that the sky is the fairyland, and the founders of the three religions ascended there. The swordsman was inspired by the Confucian leader Wujiu to go to the upper world to find the founders of the three religions, and then he never came back. Now he suddenly came down to the world, which inevitably makes people doubt.

What is the situation in the Qingming Nine Heavens.

Curious people and gossipers came to the swordsman together.

But the swordsman didn't want to talk nonsense, and didn't want to pay attention to these people. He went to Wuyezhou alone to look for people.

As for who he was looking for, Wang Pingan didn't know. Anyway, Wuyezhou was now in a precarious situation.

Some even linked the two events together, saying that the Buddha Sword Patriarch heard the news of the swordsman and recalled the fear of being dominated by the swordsman, so he became possessed and died.

However, this statement is hard to believe, because the Buddha Sword Patriarch founded the Brahma Leaf Sect at an early age and retired early. He did not participate in the fight between the five major sects and the nine major gangs and the swordsman, so it is hard to say that his death is related to the return of the swordsman.

But the swordsman eventually broke into Wuye Province, and then set off a chaos that swept Wuye Province and even the whole world.

Wang Pingan imagined that he would meet the swordsman, and even drink and talk about everything.

But he didn't expect that he would meet him so soon.

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