"It seems that you don't know much about others." Old Mrs. Jian Zun smiled.

Zhu Minglang still didn't come back to his senses. He recalled some details, but could not understand the reason.

"After seeing Qi Jianlin, go home earlier. Your Majesty has changed a lot over the years." said the old lady Jianzun.

"Okay, Master. Don't tell anyone about my visit to the Sword Sect. I'm afraid that some teachers and brothers will come to me to compete with swords." Zhu Minglang said.

"I know, I know, you are now guarding the dragon, and maybe you will be more brilliant than in the past. Master, I have always believed in you." Old Mrs. Jian Zun said with a smile.

Looking at this old lady, Zhu Minglang felt a lot in his heart, and he had a lot to say, but it seemed that everything was indifferent.

"Then the grandfather should take a good rest and take care of himself in the future." Zhu Minglang said.

The old lady Jian Zun waved her hand and signaled Zhu Minglang to go.

Zhu Minglang walked out, and as soon as he turned around and left the villa hall, he heard the old lady Jian Zun whisper to a female disciple waiting by: "Who..."

"Master, what are your instructions?"

"Girl, go to the sacrificial village and remove the spiritual tablet with the words 'Zhu Minglang'. There is no need to worship every month, save some money for incense and oil." said the old lady Jian Zun.

Outside the door, Zhu Minglang stepped on the stairs with one foot and almost rolled and crawled out.

After stabilizing his body, Zhu Minglang was already in tears.

Master, is that what you believe in me?

...

Going to the side peak and staying in the village, Nanlingsha and Fang Niannian were waiting for him to have a meal together, and the long-browed disciple was also standing by, maintaining a meticulous standing posture.

Zhu Minglang sat down and took a look at the light dishes.

The dishes of Jianzong have always been light, mostly vegetarian dishes. Zhu Minglang, who had to leave here at the age of sixteen, was because of this incident a year earlier.

The food is not good, nothing is worth nostalgic!

These green bamboo delicacies are said to be cultivated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if they do not eat meat, they are more nutritious than meat.

In Yaoshan Sword Sect, the most important thing in practicing swords is sword heart, sword energy, sword intent. Eat less meat and eat more of these immortal vegetarian foods. Only by stabilizing a person's practice and relying on the sword to be famous all over the world.

So Zhu Minglang gave up the sword cultivator and chose braised pork, wild mushroom stew, pure meat fried meat...

Thinking that he might have eaten these days, Zhu Minglang decided to release the big black teeth and let it get some real mountain delicacies in the name of clearing out those mountain spirits and causing wild boars to scramble. At night, he could drink the plum wine here and roast the fragrant pigs at the bonfire. This is the life of Xiaoyao Sword Cultivator!

"Niannian, you can take Da Heiya to the other end of the mountain later." Zhu Minglang pointed out the window and said in a low voice to Niannian.

"Okay!" Fang Niannian would never refuse when talking about eating, and Zhu Minglang didn't know how to cook other things, and barbecue was really awesome.

"Miss Lingsha, just take a walk around and relax. You are tired when you travel a long distance." Zhu Minglang said.

"Yes." Nan Lingsha responded, not knowing whether it was because her mind had changed again or she didn't like to speak when she was eating.

The realm is erratic and unstable at the level of the king.

Still the Dragon Shepherd.

Zhu Minglang glanced at Nan Lingsha and felt that this woman had become more like a fog.

Forget it, there is time to learn more about it in the future.

Zhu Minglang did not worry about this issue anymore. He took a few bites casually and left some stomach to have a big dinner for the evening.

"Senior Brother." Zi Miaozhu came from outside the door, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy.

"Thank you for your hard work, junior sister." Zhu Minglang said.

"Uncle Gu Tang has agreed. You don't have to worry about the Zulong City State you mentioned." Zi Miaozhu said.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good." Zhu Minglang breathed a sigh of relief.

With the powerful Sword Sect, you can take charge first, and you don’t have to be so hasty about going to the imperial capital to take the oath of the territory.

"Senior Brother, after you left, the Qi Jian Formation has been deserted. Only when the swords in the hands of some disciples are damaged and rusted will they throw the sword into the forest." Zi Miaozhu said.

"What strange thing happened? Even the Sword Masters couldn't handle it well?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion.

"It is said that there are ghosts and wise ghosts. When the disciples go to throw away the sword, they will appear. When the masters go to wipe out, they will hide. Only you and Master Xuehen know the situation inside the sword forest best, but Master Xuehen never ignores this kind of thing." Zi Miaozhu said.

"I heard from some senior brothers with higher cultivation levels that it may be those abandoned swords, because no one cares about them, and there are some resentment. This resentment is like a ghost and demon, and begins to take revenge on us disciples of sword cultivators." The long-browed disciple said.

"When does it usually appear?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Around sunset, day and night alternate."

"Okay, I'll go and have a look."

"Senior brother, I'll accompany you." Zi Miaozhu said.

"No need, take Nan Lingsha around," Zhu Minglang said.

"Okay." This time, Zi Miaozhu agreed very simply, and there seemed to be some other small thoughts in her eyes, bright and bright.

...

Sword is the largest consumable item of the Sword Sect.

Whether it is the peach wood sword that was first practiced, the iron sword that became a disciple, or the good sword made of various exquisite and precious metals.

Zhumen can be said to be the largest supplier of the Sword Sect, because Zhumen is divided into two major factions: one is cast armor and the other is cast sword. In fact, Zhumen has other casting tools.

But before Zhu Minglang was fifteen years old, he spent more time in Yaoshan Sword Sect and did not have much interest in casting.

The sword loss is extremely large, and every sword practitioner needs to practice the sword pose for a long time. Whether it is empty dance, wooden stakes, or even stone statues, it is easy to damage the sword body.

Walking along the long road without lamps, there are tall pine and yellow bamboo on both sides, both of which are tall and straight.

He waited until it was almost dusk before coming. Zhu Minglang looked at these increasingly green shadows of pine and bamboo, and some pictures kept turning around like pages in his mind.

Keep moving forward and you can already see some rotten wooden swords scattered randomly on the ground, with some moss growing on it.

Walking further deeper, the path was eroded by soil and weeds. Looking around, you can see iron swords after iron, copper swords inserted into the soil, standing upright like those pine and bamboos!

There are more and more abandoned swords, and there are hundreds of them wherever you can.

When he was very young, the old lady Jian Zun told himself that every abandoned sword here is a tombstone of the sword. When they were "alive", they all had their own story.

Some swords were damaged from casting and were left unused, so they were discarded here.

Some swords have a more famous reputation than their users, and everyone wants to get it, but in the end they fell in a famous battle and were forever hidden here.

Some swords are like mediocre people, ordinary, and when their lifespan comes, they enter the soil.

Going deeper, there are more swords, which are even denser than those pine and bamboo. They are of different lengths and styles. Most of them are inserted into this soil like tombstones. At first glance, there are countless numbers!

At dusk, the setting sun, the shadows of pine and yellow bamboos and the shadows of abandoned swords like grass are intertwined. The pine and bamboos are green, and the sword body is dark, but the shadows and shadows are completely integrated, like huge swords entering the sky and slender swords that can be grasped, forming this extremely quiet sword forest in the dusk.

As the sunset light shot into the sword body, the rust on the thousands of abandoned swords became unprecedentedly splendid.

Copper rust, rust, blue rust, red rust...

Even the sun and the years have rust.

That's dusk.

...

"Aunt Xuehen, my hands are already numb."

As night is approaching, a young boy said with sweat on his face.

"continue."

...

"My palm is bleeding."

The sun shone brightly, and the abandoned sword was already roasted and red.

"continue."

...

"Aunt Xuehen, when will I practice to be as strong as you?"

The snow was flying, and the young boy stood in the snow and asked.

"What does it take to sharpen a sword?"

"Hard and smooth gravel." replied the young boy.

"From today on, you pull out every sword in the woods and slash at the sky, using the wind as gravel. When you grind away the rust on each abandoned sword, you can leave here."

Use wind as gravel.

Every sword here has worn out its cocoon and drank its own blood.

But they have also seen their strength again!

...

Years have passed, the abandoned swords in the sword forest are still standing in the soil, and rust once again crawled over their sharp and smooth bodies. Zhu Minglang carried the dusk on his back, and the sword group also carried the dusk on his back. For a moment, all the pictures came, making Zhu Minglang like a thorn in his throat and his breathing began to be a little uncomfortable.

Do you regret it?

Zhu Minglang has never been there.

It's just a little sad and a little helpless.

No matter how brilliant the sword is, there will be a rusty day.

In the passing years, your heart will not be regretful.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

Suddenly, a consistent sword tremble sounded in the quiet forest, and the music was like thousands of Gong Qin playing around Zhu Minglang. When it was heard, the soul couldn't help but shivered.

Zhu Minglang came to his senses and looked at the magnificent sea of ​​swords that had risen and fallen with the mountains and forests, and as if they had heard some ancient call to pull it out of the soil, their faces were filled with horror.

The sword shadow swayed, the pine forest was dim, and the dusk light was completely blocked by the mountains. The forest was about to escape into the darkness, but the sword shadow seemed to be coming alive, running around in the sky, the earth, and the forest.
Chapter completed!