Yun Zhongyou said something first, so Hu Qing started walking around without thinking of himself as an outsider. To be precise, I was looking for treasure everywhere.
With such a large territory, there must be something produced, right?
Looking at what Yun Zhong means, he won't let them out for a year or two. If you stay in seclusion in the lower realm for more than ten years, decades, or hundreds of years, the retreat in the fairy world will only last longer.
She can't stay quiet for so long, of course she has to keep improving at her job. It is hard to believe that such a large mountain range does not contain minerals.
When we were looking for a way out before, based on the direction of the mountains and the distribution characteristics of vegetation, it was obvious that there were many kinds of mineral deposits. As long as she finds it, she can complete the mining alone.
Hu Qing followed the traces of the mineral veins and gradually discovered many human traces, including traces of practice and life. Unknowingly, I was attracted by those traces, and through those traces I seemed to see the people who lived here a long time ago. Following more and more traces, she found a Sword Intent Holy Land.
It is a winding and deep canyon with rugged and complex interior space. From below, you can see only criss-crossing sky seams. When you walk in lightly, follow the not-dark valley bottom road and make a few more turns before you are lost. direction. Is it a formation?
The tall stone wall is covered with sword marks. Those sword marks were slashed vertically and horizontally. The deep sword energy lasted for a long time, forcing no moss to grow on the rocks. What's even more rare is that these sword marks are full of sword intent.
Sword intent.
It’s not sword energy.
Sword intention is the most coveted treasure of sword cultivators. Understanding a sword intention is enough for a sword cultivator to break through to a new level.
It’s like an enlightenment.
The sword marks all over the wall, the endless sword intent - have you found the treasure of Canjian Mountain?
Hu Qing's fingers touched a deep and slender sword mark. Before he touched it, the skin was broken and blood flowed out.
"Such a sharp sword intent." Hu Qing sucked his fingers, and pressed against the sword mark with the blessing of spiritual power and consciousness.
With a clang, Hu Qing's hand was violently shaken open. The palm of his hand was in severe pain, the skin and flesh rolled, and blood flowed, as if he had been struck by a sword.
What a ferocious sword intent.
Hu Qing mobilized his spiritual power to repair the wound, and it took a long time to barely heal. This shows how domineering these swordsmanship is.
It’s because her cultivation level is too low now.
Clenched his fist, the wound was slightly squeezed, and blood oozed out. Hu Qing breathed, skillfully unwrapped the silk cloth and wrapped it up.
Can't touch it. Should she take a closer look at the head office?
Sitting on the big stone, looking up, looking up at the net woven with sword marks on the wall. As he looked at it, the sword marks seemed to become three-dimensional, separated from the stone wall, and turned into a large net, falling towards Hu Qing with a roar.
"Ah——"
Hu Qing screamed and fell to the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, terrified and uneasy.
She closed her eyes: "It scared me to death, it scared me to death."
For a moment, she seemed to see a hundred thousand sword immortals, all with their sword tips heading towards her.
Sunbu felt distressed: "I told you not to look too much but you have to look."
As soon as she came in, he warned her that if she didn't have enough realm, she would be counterattacked, so she had to listen.
Hu Qing said with a pale face: "I'm just curious, let's give it a try."
After swallowing three bottles of pills, he was still in shock.
He simply took off the silk cloth and put it over his eyes, letting out his consciousness and walking along the ground. Thanks to the seniors at Canjian Mountain, there are fewer sword marks on the ground than on the stone wall. She didn't dare to realize it again.
Quan Bu muttered: "You are not a sword cultivator, so why are you so greedy?"
Hu Qing: "Shut up, I'm just curious. I'm from Canjian Mountain too. Now, take a look at your family tree. What’s there? Is it too much?”
Sui Bu: “It’s not too much, anyway, it’s not me who is injured.”
The blood will be clean immediately.
Silk cloth: I just have an extra mouth.
Hu Qing walked forward without knowing the direction, going around and around. When he thought he couldn't get out, he walked out.
She also thought that sooner or later Yunzhong found out that she was not going back and would definitely come looking for her. Unexpectedly, he walked out.
There was an empty space in front of me, and the cold wind blew my face with the slight itching of ant bites. After taking off the silk cloth, Hu Qing blinked and saw an empty space in front of him. When I looked down, my knees gave out and I almost fell.
Less than one meter in front of the toes is a cliff. The cliff dropped to a depth of more than a hundred meters, and there was a huge slope. The slope had no end in sight, but she could see it clearly. The slope made of huge granite was densely covered with swords.
They are all broken swords.
She thought she had found the origin of Canjian Mountain’s name.
Why so many swords? And as far as the eye can see, there is not even a single intact handle?
Did the people from Canjian Mountain use it?
The people in Canjian Mountain are really hard-working.
She flicked her spiritual power over, and after a few dings, the spiritual power bounced off several swords and disappeared, without any abnormality.
Can Jian was silent as he let go of his consciousness again, without any reaction.
After hesitating for a while, he encouraged himself: You are a serious person from Canjian Mountain.
Fly down the cliff carefully and stand in front of the broken sword.
I didn't realize it when I stood on it, but when I stood on the slope and looked again, I felt a sense of desolation in old age, so heavy that I almost couldn't breathe.
These swords are indeed broken swords. They have lost their spirituality and their spiritual power. Even the sharp blades of the past have cracks and rust. Here is their grave.
Desolation is not sad.
Hu Qing closed her eyes, as if she could hear the glory of the past echoing in their bodies.
How can a weapon master endure such a sword tomb and such a scene!
She stretched out her uninjured left hand and grasped the broken sword in front of her with a kind of sympathetic kindness.
All the swords here have their heads raised to the sky and their tails are stuck in stones. I don’t know if this is Can Jian Sect’s rules or their tacit understanding.
The sword in front of me was half-broken, with the upper half missing. The sword is less than a palm wide and less than a meter long. It has been rusted to an iron color by time and wind and rain.
Put your palms together, hold them with your fingers, and the sword in your hands is silent.
Hu Qing felt offended, gripped the broken sword tightly, and pulled it out.
Click——
There was a slight sound, and Hu Qing shivered. Looking at the half-broken sword in her hand, she wondered if she would be kicked out by Yun Zhong.
So fragile?
Breaking like this?
That’s not what I meant——
Silk cloth: "It's rotten to the core. It's useless. It has no value even if it is refurbished."
He is a weapon, and he can even feel that the broken sword in front of him is no longer a weapon, but just a pile of traces of rust.
Hu Qing said: "According to the conservation of matter——"
"What the hell?"
"Forget it. Wind and rain, it has returned to nature. . The quality comes and goes, and the rust is gone. ”
Silk cloth: "What are you mumbling about again?"
Hu Qing put the half-broken sword on the ground next to it: "If you can't return to the furnace, let's look at the others."
Anyway Let her see the weapon refining methods of the fairy world.
Can Jian looks numerous from a distance, but in fact the distance between them is enough for one person to walk through. Hu Qing tied her skirt around her waist and walked through the sword tomb. The rust on the front was obvious, and gradually the broken sword became taller and wider, and some of its original appearance could be seen from the top.
Hu Qing tried to pull out another sword and looked at the sword that was still intact. It is obvious that only half of the sword body has rust, and the original dark green color can be seen on the other half. She just held it, and the sword suddenly turned into pieces and scattered all over the floor, as if it were dried and crushed wood chips.