Hearing the voice, Xu Xi hurriedly stood up, put away his own sword, and said, "Sharpen it, why not? You are old now. If you don't hurry up, you may not have the strength in the future."
People who have lost their visual perception generally have other senses that are more prominent than those of other people.
The same is true for Xu Xi.
Just by the voice, he could roughly infer that the guest should be a very young male cultivator.
"That's good." The man's voice was very gentle .
"Sir, if you want to sharpen your sword, just give it to me." Xu Xi said again.
"Yeah." The visitor smiled.
Then, a chill came over me.
Xu Xi's heart suddenly stopped.
What a sharp sword.
He thought.
Just the aura is so sharp and gives people a chill. One can imagine how sharp the sword itself is.
Xu Xi stretched out his hands and took the young man's sword, appearing extremely solemn.
First, as a sword sharpener, he should show due respect to his guests. Second, as a sword cultivator, he understands better than anyone else how much a sword cultivator cherishes his own natal sword.
Xu Xi placed the long sword in his hand, which was faintly chilling, on a mysterious purple-brown boulder.
There was an old grind mark on the boulder, like a groove.
There are two sunken caves under the grindstone marks, sunken into the stone surface, filled with cold water that penetrates into the bone marrow and is extremely chilling.
This is the water cave that is essential for sharpening the sword and dipping it in water.
Xu Xi's rough fingers gently stroked the blade of the sword in his hand, groping back and forth.
He was looking for the edge area of ​​the sword to make it easier to maintain a fixed blade angle while sharpening the sword.
He was already very familiar with this, so he quickly completed the preliminary preparations.
Afterwards, Xu Xi placed the sword into the groove of the whetstone and took out a bright stone that exuded a hint of coldness.
This was a piece of hard and sharp bright stone that he had retrieved when he was still in the sect. He burned incense and bathed, and kept a vegetarian diet for three days. He then personally jumped into a bright stone pit in the mountains, enduring the bone-chilling cold.
The cold water is as clear as glass, and chills you to the bone.
In the cold water, Xu Xi began to slowly sharpen the sword.
"Although Master Xu cannot see, his skills are more delicate than most sword sharpeners with normal eyesight." The young man watched Xu Xi's sword sharpening technique and praised him earnestly.
At this point, Xu Xi's spirits suddenly brightened up, "It's not that my craftsmanship is really exquisite, it's just that compared to other sword sharpeners, I am more attentive."
Precisely because he is also a sword cultivator, he understands very well the importance that sword cultivators place on their natal swords. Putting himself in their shoes, he also pays more attention when sharpening the sword.
Similarly, precisely because he had been on the battlefield and slayed demons, he attached particular importance to the job at hand - perhaps his extra effort today could help the swordsman kill one more demon cultivator on the battlefield tomorrow, or even save the swordsman's life.
"Master Xu, you are so old, why don't you return to the East Region?" the man asked as he looked at her. "You have been in Beihe Pass for a thousand years, and you have made many achievements in battle. If you return to the East Region, it will be a glorious return home. Wouldn't it be more comfortable than sharpening your sword in such a dangerous place?"
Xu Xi smiled and said, "Comfortable? I have no wife or children, Beiheguan is my home. How can returning to the East Region be more comfortable than dying here? Besides, I eat and drink well, how can you see that I am not comfortable?"
"Really?" The young man seemed to be arguing with Xu Xi, and said, "The battlefield outside the domain is turbulent, and Beihe Pass may fall one day. Can Master Xu really feel comfortable staying in such a place?"
In response to the young customer's words, Xu Xi was neither angry nor anxious, and said slowly: "I am blind, so I never tell lies with my eyes open."
After this, the young guest finally stopped talking.
Xu Xi didn't care and started concentrating on the work at hand.
The man smiled and stood quietly aside.
In the small sword-sharpening workshop, the afternoon sun shines in, allowing people to clearly see the dust particles floating in the air. The crisp sound of cold water pouring on the sword makes people feel particularly comfortable.
Time passes slowly.
About an hour later.
The sound of water stopped abruptly.
"Okay." Xu Xi's wrinkled face was filled with a joyful smile, as if he had just completed a work of art.
He returned the newly sharpened sword to the young customer with satisfaction.
"The biggest benefit of sharpening a sword is to make it sharper," Xu Xi said very honestly, "but your sword is already sharp enough, so sharpening it won't have much effect on it."
This is like a poor student. Special tutoring can bring him a huge improvement of ten points. But if the student is a top student with full marks in every subject, no matter how much special tutoring he receives, it will not have much effect.
"I know." The man's reaction was very calm, as if he was not too surprised by this.
After a pause, the man said, "Master Xu, I don't have any spirit stones on me. Can you find another way to settle the payment?"
Hearing this, Xu Xi waved his hand, turned around and "looked" at the man, and said indifferently: "If you don't have any spirit stones, forget it. I'm old now, and no matter how many spirit stones I earn, I'll still be buried with them. You can use this sword to kill a few more demon cubs, and that will be my reward for sharpening the sword for you this time."
"That won't do," the young man in Xu Xi's imagination shook his head and said seriously, "How can you eat a free meal? Isn't this taking advantage of you, Master Xu, because you are kind?"
“When I just came here, I heard Master Xu say that he wanted to meet the Sword Sect’s Young Master. I don’t know what’s so interesting about him, just a Spiritual Transformation Sword Cultivator,” the man said slowly and softly, “But since Master Xu wants to see him, I will help him as a reward for sharpening my sword for him.”
"Ah?" Xu Xi hasn't reacted yet.
Buzz!
The next moment, a clear sword chant was heard in his ears.
Then he felt a strong breeze blowing on his face, and a chill passed through his face.
"What is this?" Xu Xi vaguely felt as if the tip of a sword had passed by in front of him. Before he could figure out what was going on, he suddenly froze.
Because... he was shocked to find that the evil spirit that had been lingering in his eyes for a hundred years, which often suddenly erupted in the dead of night and disturbed his peace and caused him endless pain, had disappeared silently and without any signs at this moment? !
What is going on? !
For a moment, Xu Xi felt his mind went blank.
The evil spirit disappeared, which meant... he could see again!
As he thought this, the energy in his body began to surge, quickly flowing into his eyes.
Like a spring rain welcoming a dry desert, his already dry eyes quickly became moist, and some hazy shadows gradually emerged.
Xu Xi is recovering his visual consciousness, but it will take some time.
The old swordsman who had fought in Beihe Pass for many years, his lips trembled, and he couldn't help but choked up and said, "Thank you... Sir."
He is certainly not stupid, as he has survived for so long in the dangerous Beihe Pass.
Xu Xi understood that it must be the young man in front of him who removed the evil spirit from his eyes.
If he wanted to take a look at the young Sword Sect Master, the most important prerequisite was that he had to be able to see people...
When the young man said helping him, it turned out that he meant helping him cure his eyes.
Although Xu Xi's body was old, it was still as straight as a pine tree. At this moment, it was shaking violently because of the excitement in his heart.
The young man waited silently by the side.
After a moment, Xu Xi's eyes, which had not been opened for a hundred years, finally opened again.
The moment he opened his eyes, he turned his head and looked at the young man who healed his eyes.
What came into view was a very young face that was exactly the same as he had expected.
Apart from that, this face was unexpectedly handsome, and was looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir." Xu Xi didn't know what to say, so he could only repeat this sentence over and over again.
"It is only natural to pay back a debt. Master Xu, you helped me sharpen the sword, and I helped you fulfill your wish as a reward. You don't have to be so polite, Master Xu." Lu Qingshan said softly, who was thought by Master Xu to have only helped him heal his eyes but actually had completely helped him fulfill his wish.
"How can they be equal... Sharpening the sword is just a piece of cake..." Xu Xi muttered, suppressing his voice.
"Master Xu thinks that sharpening the sword is just a piece of cake. In fact, curing Master Xu's eyes is also just a piece of cake for me." Lu Qingshan said calmly.
That's true.
For him, the devilish spirit in Xu Xi's eyes was nothing more than a matter of suppressing the devil with a single wave.
"But...but ..." Xu Xi wanted to say something.
boom!
A loud roar suddenly came from the sky, interrupting his next words.
The roar was so earth-shaking that the entire ground of Beihe Pass seemed to tremble and the buildings shook slightly.
"What is this?" Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed coldly.
"It's the demons, the demons are coming to attack the city!" Xu Xi looked up and found rolling black demonic energy appearing in the distant sky.
These black evil spirits gathered together and formed black mist.
Xu Xi couldn't help but murmured: "War is coming..."
Only when there are enough powerful demons gathering together will this thick black magic fog be formed.
The significance of this black magic fog appearing outside Beihe Pass is self-evident.
The war came without warning and unexpectedly.
Xu Xi's voice trembled slightly.
After experiencing countless battles in Beihe Pass, he is very familiar with the situation of the demons.
Just by taking a look at the demonic formation, he could be sure that this time the demon clan's lineup would be stronger than ever before!
You have to know that Beihe Pass has not seen such a powerful demonic energy that can cover the entire sky for at least ten thousand years.
Xu Xi never expected that he would see such a horrifying scene as soon as his eyesight recovered.
Almost at the moment when he saw the demonic energy appear, Xu Xi took off into the air without hesitation. Without even having time to say hello to Lu Qingshan, he rushed towards the city wall of Beihe Pass.
The same scene is constantly happening in Beihe Guanzhong.
Rays of light shot up into the sky from all over Beihe Pass.
These escaping lights have different colors and different aura strengths. The only thing they have in common is that they are all heading towards the city wall of Beihe Pass.
When Lu Qingshan saw this scene, he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, he also soared into the sky and ran towards the top of Beihe Pass.
He wanted to go see what was going on.
…
The evil energy in the sky was roaring towards Beihe Pass.
"Fellow monks from Beihe Pass, today you either abandon the city and surrender, or the city will be destroyed and everyone will die!" A cold voice suddenly came from the rolling magic fog, covering the entire city.
There was a sense of arrogance in the voice, and it contained powerful force. As the sound waves spread, some monks with lower cultivation levels on the wall of Beihe Pass immediately turned pale and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
An ugly demon cultivator who was nine feet tall, with dark skin, ferocious features, and nine protruding meridians on his body emerged from the demonic energy and stood at the front of the black fog, looking extremely ferocious.
The sound just now was made by him.
"It's the Demon Marshal Kulong!" On the city wall, the general of Beihe Pass looked at the ugly demon cultivator who appeared and couldn't help but exclaimed.
The general of Beihe Pass is a middle-aged male cultivator with the seventh level of cultivation, an individual cultivator.
At this moment, a deep feeling of despair surged in his heart.
The Demon General Kulong is an extremely famous demon general on the battlefield outside the domain, whether on the demon side or on the human side.
Because of his great strength, he has never been defeated in a battle. The withered dragon divine body he cultivated has given him the power of a dragon and an elephant. Once he unleashes his power, it is almost unstoppable.
That’s not all.
Beiheguan looked towards the horizon and saw that the demonic energy in the sky was slowly dissipating, and one demon cultivator after another appeared.
At a glance, there were more than 3,000 demon cultivators, each of them starting from the seventh rank.
The total number of all the seven realms cultivators in Beihe Pass is less than a thousand.
With such a huge gap in strength, how should we fight this battle?
"Hold on, and wait for support!" The general of Beihe Pass had a serious expression on his face, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. He made a decision quickly and gave orders loudly.
This battle cannot be won.
The only thing they could do was to defend the city and wait for support from Yumen Pass.
This is the only way.
Following an order from the general of Beihe Pass, dozens of huge beams of light suddenly shot up into the sky from different directions of Beihe Pass and pierced the clouds.
This is the sign for activating the Beihe Pass city defense formation.
The pillar of light stood tall, and at the same time, a hazy light emanated from it, covering all directions and completely covering Beihe Pass, as if it was isolated from the world.
"Fight to the death!" After fully activating the formation, the general of Beihe Pass shouted loudly.
"Fight to the death!" Hundreds of monks on the city wall of Beihe Pass responded loudly one by one.
Their voices merged into one, turning into an immense determination that soared into the sky.
When the Demon Marshal Kulong saw Beiheguan's reaction in the distance, he just sneered disdainfully, not surprised at all.
It was just expected.
It would be unexpected if the human race really abandoned the city and surrendered!
"Send out the black magic flower!" Seeing this, the withered dragon demon commander spoke softly.
There was murderous intent and coldness in his voice.
Behind the Demon Marshal Kulong, there were three demon cultivators with dark green skin standing.
The three of them nodded slightly upon hearing this and took out a black jade box.
Then, they took a deep breath and drew a line between their eyebrows with their fingers. Suddenly, green blood spurted out from their eyebrows and dripped onto the jade box in their hands.
The demonic energy around them began to swell rapidly.
The next moment, the jade box suddenly burst into endless black light.
The three demon cultivators couldn't help but tremble all over, as if they were enduring some tremendous pain.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The jade box was also shaking constantly.
This shaking continued for a moment.
With a loud bang, the jade box exploded and turned into powder.
Three balls of blinding black light rose into the air, with shocking aura fluctuations spreading from them.
At this moment, both the demons and human cultivators focused their attention on the three balls of black light.
The black light flashed for a moment and then quickly dissipated, revealing what was inside.
They were three huge strange plants.
They are jet black all over and their leaves are as huge as cattail leaves.
Between the leaves there is a flower bud as big as a millstone.
Black magic flower.