Chapter 1633: Reminiscent of the majestic sky and the flowing flowers, and now I am reminded of the flying flowers

The dark night swallowed up the last ray of clouds in the sky.

Opening his eyes in the night, the beast in the forest was about to start hunting, and heard ferocious roars in the distance.

The storyteller stood by, looking nervously at his brother who was sitting cross-legged on the ground next to him, and angrily said:

"You're hiding your sword!"

"It's okay, just stretch your muscles a little."

The eight masters closed their eyes, and their breaths disappeared, turning into a large stone that can be seen randomly in this mountain forest.

"What on earth did Quirehan tell you!"

The storyteller became anxious, "No matter how important they are, you are not more important than yourself. How can you do anything for them if you have hidden the sword for so many years?"

What answered him was the silence of the mountain forest and the undetectable footsteps of the forest beasts approaching quietly.

"Is Xu Xiaoshou more important, or are you more important?" The storyteller stopped kicking his brother and interrupted his current thoughts.

The latter still had no response.

"Will you hurt yourself?"

His tone softened, and he knelt down next to Bazunzhen, "If something happens to you, I can't explain it to Sister Yue."

Play the piano to the cow.

The storyteller's brows jumped again and again, and he could no longer bear it. Thirty years of resentment poured out on this night:

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"You are smart, but we are mortals and a burden!"

"If you don't say anything, you won't understand it even if you say it. If you understand it, you won't be able to do it. If you can't do it, it's better not to ask, right?"

"You are like this! Wen Ting is like this too! We, Taixu, are all useless, but you are the only ones who are good at practicing swords... I don't even bother to guard you!"

He stood up suddenly, threw away his skirt, and was about to jump off the cliff, leaving Bazun Shui to starve to death alone in this mountain forest.

No, there is no need to starve to death so slowly.

He will soon be eaten by wild beasts.

"well."

Bazun sighed softly, had no choice but to fall into a calm state of mind, opened his eyes and said: "Come back."

"Eh."

The storyteller rolled back, lying next to his brother, holding his cheeks, his eyes shining brightly, "Speak quickly!"

"Sealing the sword is not hiding the sword, and the two are not so absolute. It's just that the demons who practice swords are stunned and think that they must never draw the sword when hiding the sword... In the eighth palace, didn't I also draw a sword?"

"Uh-huh."

"I won't be hurt."

"Uh-huh."

"..."

"anything else?"

The storyteller saw that he stopped after saying a few words, and suddenly became anxious, "How can there be any comparison between the Eight Palaces and the ruins of the God-killing Officer? Now you have to travel through the stars and go to another dimension!"

Bazun shook his head lightly, without saying anything, picked up a stone and flicked it out between his index and middle fingers.

The storyteller followed quickly with his eyes.

"Crack."

The stone traced an arc that was not very elegant, and landed feebly about ten feet away. After rolling a few times, it stopped in front of the big stone.

"Understand?"

Ba Zun knew that he had explained it perfectly, so he immediately closed his eyes and entered concentration again.

What is what is what...

The storyteller's eyes widened, and three plumes of smoke came out of his head. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out what his brother wanted to express.

"What the hell are you pretending to be?"

"Can't you just tell me what you have to say!"

He made a vicious move and pulled open the eyelids of Ba Zunzun's eyes, almost gouging out the two eyeballs that were spinning around in confusion.

"Quenching." Lao Ba said helplessly, and then he stopped the storyteller's violence.

"What quenching?"

"Cao Yihan said that the last step in blacksmithing is not to lift the sword embryo in front of the enemy and fight directly, but also requires a process of quenching and condensation."

So the Ranming Ruins is the last basin of quenching water, and you have to go there to complete the "condensation"?

But water is everywhere, so why highlight the basin of Ming Ruins?

Oh, I know, this pot must have the best effect.

The storyteller had some intellect. After thinking deeply, he looked at the stone not far away and pointed out his final confusion: "What does this have to do with the stone?"

"Seal the sword until old age, and I will become a saint."

"I am here to temper the sword with my thoughts. After completing the last step of repairing the sword, I can put the sword back into the box and prepare it for use."

hair?

To whom?

The storyteller's expression tightened. He was very capable of capturing the key points of his brother's life and death. "You want to fight Hua...him?"

The Eight Masters knew: "There must be a battle."

The storyteller was silent. It was not that he disliked his brother, but he still believed that the time had not come yet.

Huachangdeng is always one step ahead.

Huachangdeng then took the lead step by step.

Huachang Dengdu Sword Conferred the Holy Emperor, and obtained the real power and resources of the most powerful person in the five holy emperor families. It can no longer be measured by a single "Sword Holy Emperor"...

When it comes to Huachang Deng, the storyteller is full of fear, full of powerlessness, and full of natural talents, resources, background, and perfect character - if the eight acquaintances are not named eight, but are surnamed by the family of the Five Holy Emperors.

At the same time, Rao Yaoyao heard that he was only three days behind Hua Changdeng in sword cultivation, so he spent thirty years trying to catch up.

As a result, not only did the gap not get smaller, one was in the sky and the other was on the ground.

On the other hand, the Eight Masters are familiar with each other.

The sword has been hidden for thirty years and left behind for thirty years. Thinking about it, it is beyond reach...

To be honest, outsiders may still remember the glorious appearance of the "Eighth Sword Immortal".

The storyteller has long forgotten how high-spirited his brother was back then, and in his mind over the years, only the trivial things from life are left.

For example, you need crutches to travel, you need support when flying, you may get cold due to strong winds, and you may occasionally see blood when you cough...

Say something unpleasant.

I have no filial son before I have been sick for a long time.

When friends who haven't seen each other for years meet again, everyone can show some concern when they see their brother's current situation.

Who can really take care of such a disabled person for more than thirty years because of his worship to the Emperor and Empress, and even be willing to give up his own bright future because of it...

All your slaves have deserted you.

And your me is still by your side.

The storyteller realizes that if his brother wakes up one day and calls him "adopted father", he will deserve it!

And this guy, whose highlight moments are almost completely blurred in his memory, said that he only needs this last step of quenching to be completed before he can shine again.

The storyteller's first reaction was not to be happy. What he thought of was what most people call "returning to the light."

"Do you know about revolving lanterns?"

"Have you dreamed about the past while sleeping recently?"

"When you see the moon, do you occasionally feel depressed and start to think about the beauty of the future, with Sister Yue, with Wen Ting, with others, and with everyone?" the storyteller seemed to ask casually.

Bazun didn't know where this man's thoughts were going, so he stretched out his hand and pointed at the stone.

The storyteller thought for sure: "By the way, you haven't said it yet, what does quenching have to do with this stone?"

"From here to there."

"What's the meaning?"

"So Easy."

"Uh..." The storyteller was speechless for a moment. He stared at the distance about ten feet away. Then he looked back at his brother and realized that he didn't want to say more and was prevaricating himself.
To be continued...