Master respects him, the five elements are wicked

After lunch, on the way to Forge Sword Valley.

Xie Yu walked behind quietly, and Fu Qingluan took Tang Yushui a few steps behind, pointing him to the scenery along the way from time to time. , a lot more lively than usual, and kept adding to the topics of the two of them.

Looking at the three leisurely people, Xie Yu felt a little turbulent in his heart.

Even Xie Yu himself couldn't believe that Liu Qingyu would agree to Fu Qingluan's proposal.

In Qingyang, every disciple who chooses the path of sword cultivation has the opportunity to choose a sword once in his life and only once in his life. What he chooses is the fate between man and sword. It means that there is no fate of sword repair, and one can only choose other paths of practice.

Generally, if the sword soul is lost for the disciples who have chosen the sword, after the sword is buried, the disciples of the sword casting valley will recast a sword, and then give it the same name.

But this time, Fu Qingluan was able to get himself a second chance to choose a sword from Liu Qingyu, which surprised Xie Yu.

He was not qualified to participate in the meeting between Fu Qingluan and Liu Qingyu, and he couldn't figure out what Fu Qingluan said, but his gratitude to Fu Qingluan at this moment was real.

On the way here, he tried a few times, wanting to speak to Fu Qingluan, but every time the words came to his lips, when he met Fu Qingluan face to face, he couldn't say that, even he himself didn't understand, obviously It's just such a simple "Thank you master", but it's so embarrassing to express myself.

Looking at the three people in front of him, it was the first time that he envied Fu Lin so much, that he was able to express the emotions in his heart so directly.

Fu Qingluan, who was walking in front, actually had a little doubt in his heart.

Although the meeting with Liu Qingyu this time was smoother than Fu Qingluan imagined, only Fu Qingluan himself understood that the reason why he was able to persuade Liu Qingyu was really because of Xie Yu's choice of sword that time. Some are too ridiculous.

At that time, my predecessor was indifferent to Xie Yu. Xie Yu's sword selection did not go through the formal process at all. He went to Qingyang's Jianhu to choose a sword, but only asked the disciples of the sword casting valley to forge Xie Yu's sword. It was just an ordinary fairy sword, and Liu Qingyu's nod this time was not so much an exception, but rather a reason to let Liu Qingyu understand that Xie Yu needed a compensation.

However, Xie Yu has not shown any excitement or happiness since he heard the news until now. On the other hand, Fu Lin is as happy as a child. Could it be that what he did this time, Doesn't it make this big apprentice happy?No, it must be that this big apprentice is too shy to say it out loud, um, that must be the case.

Forging Sword Valley finally appeared in the line of sight of the group.

From a distance, he saw that the disciples of Zhujian Valley had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw a few people, they immediately greeted them.

After seeing the ceremony, under the guidance of the disciples of Zhujian Valley, the four of Fu Qingluan divided into two groups, got on the bamboo rafts on the water, and slowly descended along the stream.

Not long after walking, the scenery on both sides changed immediately. The original lush green was replaced by bare black and red rock walls, and those rock walls were full of potholes of different sizes, like huge beehives. Unpleasant to watch.

As soon as Tang Yushui rolled his eyes, he couldn't help shivering, touched the goose bumps on his arms, turned around quickly, and buried his whole face in Fu Qingluan's arms: "Master."

Fu Qingluan had already counted before he came, but seeing this scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little numb in his heart, but he still patted Tang Yushui on the back to comfort him: "It's okay, it will pass in a while."

Xie Yu quietly took a look here.

"Yu'er, those are just old mines, you won't even be afraid of them." Fu Lin couldn't help laughing as he looked at Tang Yushui's silhouette.

"I'm not afraid!" HJ Tang Yushui raised his face from Fu Qingluan's arms, and made a face at Fu Lin, but the moment his eyes intersected with the rock wall, the expression on his face was still a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a group of people only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the original honeycomb-shaped rock wall turned into two boundless lush and red-purple beautiful scenery. Looking at this picturesque scenery, Tang Yushui couldn't help but be attracted to Fu Qingluan. In his arms, the disciples of Zhujian Valley were even more surprised.

Fu Qingluan immediately discovered that this was actually Xie Yu's Magical Long Formation, and he just told him about it once, but he didn't expect to be able to use it so proficiently so soon.

Fu Qingluan looked at Xie Yu and smiled slightly: "Yu'er did a good job."

The red color on the tip of Xie Yu's ear flashed: "It's a disciple's job."

The disciples of Zhujian Valley knew it well, and quickly accelerated the speed of the raft in their hands. After half a cup of tea, the group finally stopped at a small ferry and went ashore.

The person who welcomed the four people on the shore was Jian Chifeng's chief disciple.

After seeing the ceremony, just as Fu Qingluan was about to ask a question, the Youlong who was on his body was invited down by the other party. Fu Qingluan knew that this was the rule, and the sword from the lake could not be returned unless it was the owner, so he took the Youlong and handed it to him. other side.

Fu Qingluan and Tang Yushui were invited to sit in an abode for a while, while Xie Yu and Fu Lin were led to the inner hall by the other party to prepare for the sword burial and sword selection.

Fu Qingluan told Tang Yushui the story of Jian Chifeng. Tang Yushui listened intently, but as soon as the climax reached, Xie Yu and Fu Lin returned here.

They seem to have finished cleaning and changing their clothes. Both of them had their buns untied, and their black hair was naturally scattered on their shoulders. Mu Jianmei, in the aura on his body, there is a layer of brilliance that only Fu Qingluan can see faintly.

In such a short period of time, his cultivation has advanced to another level, not bad.Seeing Xie Yu like this, Fu Qingluan couldn't help nodding his head slightly, but his tiny movement could not escape Xie Yu's eyes, and his watery eyes flickered for a moment.

Jianchi Peak is naturally beautiful and delicate, a part of the mountain is sunken, forming a small basin, and Jianhu Lake is in the center of this basin.

Because of the iron walls all around, there is only one road leading to this basin, and it needs to go through the tunnel left by the old mining to reach it.

Although the tunnel is old, it is full of aura and there is no trace of time left.

It's just that every time you walk through a section of tunnel, there will be a cave wall covered with weapons of various ages, from the earliest stone, to the transition period copper, to today's iron, and the distribution of sections is quite layered. .

Some of them are broken, and some are as good as new. No matter how much the whole is, they are all embedded in a part of the cave wall, as if they were born in it from the beginning.

When someone passes through it, the spiritual light released by the spiritual stones on the cave wall softly projects on them, and when it interferes with the spiritual energy contained in them, it will stimulate various streamers of light, making the inside of the tunnel colorful and captivating.

Although Tang Yushui and Fu Lin were fascinated by watching, even Fu Qingluan, who claimed to have a lot of knowledge, was a little surprised.

After passing through the long and turbulent tunnel with forked roads, the outside sun just appeared in front of them, and a pleasant sound entered everyone's ears.

This sound is neither metal nor iron, neither qin nor Xiao, nor the sound of the wind passing through the tunnel. It is soft to the ear, but it is still crisp and graceful. It sounded like inside.

The moment the sound sounded, the aura that was originally flowing in the cave disappeared immediately, and the spirit stones on the cave wall immediately dimmed.

Facing the melodious tone, a group of people walked out of the tunnel. Under the sky, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The lush greenery on the mountain wall disappeared immediately when it reached the edge of the basin, and what extended down were translucent nine-color crystals of various sizes, forming the edge of the basin.

The area of ​​the basin is not small, but not a blade of grass grows on it. The ground is covered with iridescent gravel, without obvious boundaries, extending all the way to the bank of Jianhu Lake, which occupies more than [-]% of the area of ​​the basin.

Jianhu is so clear and green that you can't go to the bottom at a glance, it looks like a huge jade, but the sun shines on it, but it can't penetrate at all, as if it has been completely absorbed.

Under the signal of Jian Chifeng's chief disciple, Fu Qingluan took Tang Yushui and Fu Lin to step aside temporarily, and Xie Yu held his broken sword in both hands and came to the edge of Jianhu respectfully.

Xie Yu held the sword over his head with both hands, and slowly chanted: "The true national beauty in the world, you can take it after quenching. The mountains and rivers are the same color, and the scenery is pleasant. Xie Yu, the chief disciple of the No. Thank you Jian Chifeng ancestor for bestowing the sword."

After speaking, he bowed and saluted, and gently slid the sword in his hand into the lake.

When the sword entered the water, ripples appeared, and soon, Xie Yu lost sight of the broken sword.

Finally, in Fu Lin's expectant sight, came the wave he longed for the most.

After Jian Chifeng disciple gave Xie Yu and Fu Lin a few words of advice, he stepped aside.

Just as Fu Lin was about to enter the lake as promised, he was stopped by Xie Yu. Realizing something, the two turned around and bowed to Fu Qingluan: "Master, this disciple is about to choose a sword."

After Fu Qingluan nodded, the two of them faced Jianhu Lake again, their aura condensed under their feet, and they stepped onto the surface of the lake.

Fu Lin was a little apprehensive, and he didn't feel at ease until he took the first step on the lake. In front of him, among the ripples, Xie Yu had already taken the first step towards the center of the lake, and Fu Lin quickly followed.

On the surface of the jade-like lake, a string of ripples swept across the water. Fu Qingluan watched the two of them reach the center of the lake, and then separated by a distance of more than ten steps, condensing their spiritual energy into a platform, sitting on the ground respectively, their lips moved slightly , closed his eyes and concentrated.

After a while, the two people's bodies shone with spiritual light, and gradually merged with the lake water.

"Master, what are Big Yu and Fufu doing?" Tang Yushui asked Fu Qingluan in a low voice.

Fu Qingluan responded softly: "The two of them are integrating their aura into the lake water, waiting for the sword spirit in the lake to meet."

Tang Yushui raised his eyebrows: "Are there swords in this lake?"

Fu Qingluan nodded: "In this sword lake, there are all the proud works of the past masters of Jianchi Peak, and there is also the resting place of the famous swords of the Qingyang School in the past."

Only then did Tang Yushui suddenly realize: "The swords there must be very powerful. Yu'er has to work hard to try to be the same as Big Yu Fufu, and come and choose once."

Fu Qingluan touched Tang Yushui's head, but his gaze was fixed on the center of the lake unexpectedly: Both of them have top choices in aptitude and talent, and it shouldn't take long for it to end.

However, the facts turned out to be contrary to expectations. Fu Qingluan told Tang Yushui many stories, but there was still no movement in the middle of the lake.

Fu Qingluan knew that this kind of thing should not be rushed, so he simply found a place, sat down with Tang Yushui, drew a chessboard on the ground, and played chess with his five sons, while quietly watching the changes in the lake.

Seeing that the sky was getting late and the moon was setting, the silver frost was everywhere, but in Fu Qingluan's sight, the center of the lake was still peaceful.

Xie Yu's expression was still calm, and the aura released from his body was moderate and continuous, without any burden. Fu Qingluan was relieved of him, and looking at Fu Lin's expression, he who was originally calm seemed to be faintly becoming agitated.

A fine layer of sweat oozed from Fu Lin's forehead, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the aura he released began to fluctuate significantly, while the color of the lake that had remained unchanged beside him was obviously dimmed.

Jian Chifeng's disciples were on the side. Fu Qingluan knew that it was against the rules, but he still wanted to remind Fu Lin with a thousand miles of sound transmission. Just as the spiritual power he needed was condensed, the color of the lake beside Fu Lin suddenly sank, five colors Suddenly, the calm surface of the lake seemed to be boiling, and a surge of pressure suddenly lifted Fu Lin, who was sitting quietly on the Lingtai, into the air.

Fu Lin's eyes have been opened, and at the same time as he squeezed a Floating Art, his right hand has condensed out, and a burst of flames is instantly formed out of thin air, exploding the approaching lake water.

Amidst the billowing blue water mist, a blue-purple long sword stood upright, shining a halo under the moonlight, neutralizing the power of the blasting formation.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Fu Lin floated beside the sword, his hands full of spiritual power were clasped on the two hilts of the sheath tail.

One person and one sword held each other in the air for more than half an hour before they both fell towards the lake.

Seeing this, Tang Yushui couldn't help covering his mouth and let out a slight exclamation.

"Plop." Fu Lin entered the lake headlong with a sword in his hand. Fu Qingluan knew that he could no longer hesitate at this time. Taking advantage of the cover of the moonlight, he quietly shot out an imperceptible trace of spiritual energy. With one hand pulling and pulling, Fu Lin had already regained consciousness. Back to the lake, and back to the lake in the blink of an eye.

Tang Yushui hurried to the lake and pulled Fu Lin up.

Fu Qingluan stepped forward to check, and saw that Fu Lin and Tang Yushui were both wet, helping each other to get up from the ground.

Seeing Fu Qingluan, Fu Lin held the sword and smiled and said, "Master, this disciple has a sword!"

"Got it, you're amazing, so hurry up and dry your clothes first." Fu Qingluan looked at Fu Lin, smiled helplessly and shook his head.