Chapter 443: Eliminating the Root of Evil (1)
Sword washing pool.
The misty waves are vast, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles. The water is extremely clear and extremely cold. It is the source of the clearest and coldest water veins in Yuanlingtian.
Therefore, by exhausting thousands of miles of water from the Sword Washing Pool and refining a jar of clear spring water for sword quenching, one can refine a natal spirit sword that matches the Supreme Being.
The battle thirty thousand years ago has long become a legend.
The Sword Washing Pool, which was once a place of blood and corpses, is now one of the most famous scenic spots in Yuanlingtian.
It is a vast expanse of land, with gentle green mountains and hills all around, many exquisite houses and elegant buildings, crisscrossing paths, and large tracts of flowers and trees dotted among them, making it look like a paradise.
The cave world that Jieyin Toudao and the others wanted to go to was near the Sword Washing Pool.
That is a world opened up by a great Buddhist master with the power of a single thought, and it can only be successfully opened by a great Buddhist master with the corresponding Buddhist secret mantras and supernatural powers.
It took Jie Yin Toudao and his companions thousands of years to determine the movement patterns of the portals to that world.
However, when they tried to open the portal for the first time, they were attacked by a group of experts. While they were seriously injured and escaped, their purpose of coming here was exposed.
Therefore, these days, monks with extraordinary bearing have appeared around the Sword Washing Pool, in cities and villages.
In the high-altitude clouds, there were also several floating mountain peaks, dozens of pavilions, and more than a thousand large and small warships circling back and forth.
On the Xijian Pond, there are many large and small boats made of different materials, some magnificent, some simple and low-key, mixed in with the folk fishing boats.
It seems calm, but in fact there is danger lurking.
To the west of the Sword Washing Pool, there is a city covering hundreds of miles, named "Sword City".
'Sword City' was built on the Sword Washing Pond and got its name from it. It is the territory of 'Sword Gate', the number one supreme sect in Yuan Lingtian. Hundreds of thousands of swordsmiths gather in the city, and millions of good and famous swords are produced every year. It is a holy place in the hearts of countless sword practitioners in Yuan Lingtian.
The ambush near the Sword Washing Pool a few days ago did not affect Jiancheng.
After all, there were very few people participating in that battle, and both sides had extremely high levels of cultivation, so the battle was resolved in a few moves. Moreover, all battles took place in numerous restrictions and barriers, and the area affected by the battles did not exceed ten miles.
Therefore, Jiancheng is still bustling, and these days, it is a hundred times more lively and noisy than in the past.
It happens to be the "Sword Festival" held once every sixty years in Jian City. The conference will last for three months. The sword-making masters of Jian City will bring out the most proud, powerful and spiritual swords they have forged in the past sixty years, and let countless sword monks appreciate them one by one.
Man and sword are connected, sword and man are connected, man and sword are connected!
Ordinary cultivators would take this opportunity to come to Jiancheng and pay a large sum of money to buy a sharp weapon for self-protection.
Those who have the aptitude for swordsmanship and are confident in their swordsmanship skills will spend a large sum of money to buy a ticket to go to the private residence of a sword-making master and ask about their fate with the sword forged by the master to see if they can bring back a magical weapon or treasure.
And those cultivators with excellent qualifications and clean backgrounds not only want to get a magical weapon at this event, but also want to stand out and let the elders and celebrities of Jianmen see their qualifications and talents, so that they can rise to the top in one step and become the disciples of a powerful master of Jianmen.
In the void, sword lights were flying everywhere.
On the ground, swordsmen looked proud and arrogant.
The streets and alleys were filled with sword practitioners with a chilling aura around them walking back and forth.
In the tavern, countless sword practitioners were gesticulating and talking loudly, with sword energy flying everywhere in their conversations and sword intent soaring into the sky.
In previous years' sword events, whenever Yuan Lingtian's sword monks came to Jiancheng from all directions, other types of monks, whether they were monks of alchemy, formation, talisman, or Gu, monks of various cultivation methods, would retreat a hundred thousand miles away, for fear of running into these sword maniacs who would draw their swords at each other at the slightest disagreement.
But this year...
Because of the great battle a few days ago, there were many more masters with hidden auras in Jiancheng. They paraded around the city accompanied by Jianmen masters, and from time to time they had various frictions and conflicts with some sword monks.
In the southeast corner of Jiancheng, on a small peninsula, in a pavilion by the water, a group of monks with long robes and tall hats and extraordinary demeanor sat leaning on the railing.
In the middle was an old man who was two meters tall, with fiery hair, arms as thick as an ordinary man's waist, and a smell of heat and burnt metal emanating from his body. With a solemn expression, he carefully took out a nine-foot-long sword from an iron box.
The sword is nine feet long and as wide as a palm, but as thin as a cicada's wing and as white as autumn water.
The long sword had just been held out, and there was no sign of anything unusual, but the old man lightly flicked the sword with his right index finger, and suddenly a sword sounded as loud as clouds, and thousands of sharp sword intentions suddenly swept around, and with a "hissing" sound, the water in the sword-washing pool outside the pavilion suddenly cracked into thousands of extremely fine and deep water marks.
Around the water pavilion, countless flowers, plants and trees shattered and exploded into colorful mists that scattered everywhere.
In the waterside pavilion, a group of monks applauded and praised: "Good sword, good sword!"
The old man with strong arms put his hands on his waist and bowed solemnly to the young man and woman sitting in the main seat. "This is the 'Hundred Flowers Killer' that I spent thirty-three years to carefully forge with a sword embryo that I got by chance from the heaven and earth, and combined with countless rare materials. It means 'the golden wind is bleak, and the flowers are faceless'... Once the sword is out, the murderous intent fills the world and annihilates the flowers' life."
"Young Master Shaozong and Master Yin are welcome to taste it."
The old man smiled naively, and stuttered a little while speaking.
Obviously, this is a pure technology geek who is not used to some scene-based activities.
However, among today's guests , there is one whose identity is really scary. No matter how carefree he is in normal times, even if he is a master swordsmith ranked in the top ten among the countless swordsmiths in Jiancheng, he still has to serve him carefully.
The youngest daughter of the current Jianmen chief has surpassed all her brothers and sisters at a young age and has been established as the next Jianmen chief. She has also received unanimous support from all Jianmen supremes, elders, and the heads of all major clans and factions within Jianmen.
Sitting in the main seat, she was tall and dressed like a man, but she also put on rouge and powder, not hiding her female identity at all. Jianmen Shaozong Bai Yuan (yuan, meaning big turtle!!!) yawned, glanced at Baihuasha, and nodded slightly: "This sword is interesting, but... it doesn't seem to suit my temperament!"
The cultivators in the waterside pavilion all laughed. An old man with white hair and beard, eyes like stars, and a strange charm that transcended the world, who was obviously a master, smiled and said, "Young Master is right. Young Master is a man of heaven, destined to achieve immortality. The quality of this Hundred Flowers Killer was also worked hard by old Huo Yuan. Among the acquired spiritual treasures, it is of the best quality... But how can it be worthy of Young Master?"
A group of monks echoed and said that what the "Heavenly Book Old Man" said made a lot of sense.
Master Huo Yuan Swordsman laughed awkwardly, rubbing his two rough hands vigorously, staring at his masterpiece without saying a word.
Bai Yuan chuckled, crossed her legs, took a green brocade-patterned Yi fruit from the fruit plate held by the maid beside her, peeled it, and carefully fed it to the young man sitting next to her. He was tall and handsome, but he had a dandy air in his bones.
The young man also yawned lazily, opened his mouth, and ate the fruit that the white turtle fed to him. He chewed it twice, spit out the core, swallowed the flesh in one gulp, and put his right hand on the white turtle's knee without any courtesy, and rubbed it gently in front of so many people.
In the waterside pavilion, a group of cultivators who were considered to be the best in Yuanlingtian turned their heads and pretended not to see what the young man surnamed Yin did.
It is not their turn to discipline the young master of Jianmen.
The matter between Shaozong and her friend... unless her father personally inquires about it, who would dare to make any noise?
Young Master Yin picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Xiaobai, this sword is too big, too powerful and overbearing, which is far from your gentle and gentle temperament... But don't you think that this sword is just barely worthy of me?"
Young Master Yin stood up, walked back and forth in front of the white turtle with his head held high, then grabbed the Hundred Flowers Killer and hung it on his belt.
Young Master Yin was over ten feet tall, with a rather majestic figure. The sword was nine feet long, and when it was on his body, it really brought out his wise and mighty majesty.
Bai Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands vigorously and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, really not bad... Brother Yin is really mighty with this sword. OK, I'll take this sword... What's your name? Huo, Huo, Huo Yuan? How much do you want to sell this sword for?"
Fire Kite Sword Master's face flushed red and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched.
In Jiancheng, with his status and qualifications, each of his swords is priceless.
But... Jiancheng is the territory of Jianmen, and ninety-nine percent of the swordsmiths in Jiancheng are affiliated with Jianmen... Bai Yuan's words were a bit insulting, as if he was treating Huo Yuan like a small trader, but what could he do?
After a dry cough, Master Huo Yuan forced out a smile, "As long as Young Master is happy, what's the point of talking about money? This is just a small token of my appreciation!"
Bai Yuan glanced at Master Huo Yuan, nodded, and said calmly: "Well, that's fine. I accept this gift. It shows that you have not lived in vain to such an old age. You are a filial person."
With a laugh of "Hehe", Bai Yuan left Master Huo Yuan and pointed at Master Tian Shu who had just spoken.
"For this small gathering, sword tasting is just a side event. Mr. Tianshu, I sent someone to find you specifically... You are one of the top three fortune tellers in Yuanlingtian. I heard that you are proficient in predicting the heavens, fortune-telling, and feng shui, etc."
"Here, take a look at me. Are Brother Yin and I a match made in heaven? Is this a match made in heaven? Haha... I don't know why, but the first time I saw Brother Yin, I felt like I owed him in my previous life. Oh, I like him so much!"
An extremely sharp murderous look flashed in Bai Yuan's eyes, and he stared straight at Mr. Tianshu, who had a dazed look on his face.
"Brother Yin and I are definitely destined to be together. Isn't this a match made in heaven?"
Mr. Tianshu, who had once accurately predicted the actions of Jieying Toudao and other great Mahakalas, and had a group of sect masters ambush Jieying Toudao and his entourage in the Sword Washing Pool, and whose divination skills were absolutely top-notch in Yuanlingtian, was stiff all over, with countless cold sweats oozing out of his back.
