Walking with the sword, I soon arrived at Wuminggang on the bank of Qingdu River.

The two and a half-step monks of Youhuang could not take away four people with swords. They still had to walk back with their feet on their feet. At least one day, so several people settled in Wuminggang halfway.

The nameless town at the iron chain bridge, Ye Xiu, who had just returned to block the road, was killed again. This time he was really the "Eighth Ancestor". I'm afraid no one will come here to act as a roadblock in the future.

In the inn in the center of the town, Tang Jingwen took the pill and rested in the room on the second floor.

In the hall, four tables were put together, with a row of long swords on it, as well as sword boxes, clothes and pants and other miscellaneous items.

Zuo Lingquan fell in front of the inn, and looked up at Cheng Jiujiang holding a pair of pants, looking carefully in front of the lights, and nodding thoughtfully:

"This seems to be the product from Yuzhilou. It is said to have the effect of protecting the yang and moistening the yin..."

Zhao Wuxie sat opposite him, carefully rubbing each sword with sword oil, with disgust on his face:

"If you still hold the pants that a man has worn, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Zuo Lingquan came in with a sword in his arms, put two swords on the table, and said with a smile:

"Yes, throw it away quickly."

Zhao Wuxie saw two new swords and hurriedly took them over and looked at them.

When Cheng Jiujiang saw Zuo Lingquan come back, he raised his hand and threw his pants aside and said:

"I counted it, and added three swords of the top-grade spiritual weapons on the table. Among them, Hong Niangzi was taken by Brother Ling Quan himself; one sword of the middle-grade spiritual weapons was passed down by Brother Zhao's family; ten lower-grade spiritual weapons, eight swords, a belt, and a sword box; one flying sword; the rest are magic weapons, most of which are top-grade, with no talismans, and several ordinary elixirs. This table is probably worth tens of thousands of white jade jam, which is really fat."

Zuo Lingquan glanced and found that most of the table were Zhang Yinfeng's things and the objects of the Chifa Old Fairy were probably placed in Linglong Pavilion. He took out Linglong Pavilion and poured his true energy into it. He wanted to open it, but found that it could not be opened at all.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuxie shook his head: "There is a ban on Linglong Pavilion. You need to find a master to break it before you can use it yourself. You can just take the things, no need to divide them. I came here just to avenge my revenge, and it is enough to take them home and pass on the sword."

Zuo Lingquan definitely has no intention of exclusiveness:

"Revenge is to avenge, and to divide the spoils, we are all fighting for life. How can we not want anything?"

Cheng Jiujiang simply threw the ink-black "Mo Yuan" to Zuo Lingquan, and the "Jin Zhou" with white cloud patterns to Zhao Wuxie:

"Dividing the spoils is what anyone can use for whom. We are four people, Miss Tang's top skills, Linglong Pavilion gives to Miss Tang; "Mo Yuan" is a water sword, we can't sell it, so we will naturally give it to Brother Lingquan; Brother Zhao's five elements of gold is suitable for this "Jin Zhou"; I use fists, and I can't use any of them. All the remaining low-grade spiritual and magical tools belong to me, isn't it greedy, right?"

This classification method is very reasonable. Zhao Wuxie is a swordsman and is satisfied with being able to get a suitable sword, so naturally he has no objection.

However, the remaining spiritual weapons and magic weapons are not worth a single high-grade spiritual weapon.

Zuo Lingquan thought about it and threw his "Monthly Blind Swords" to Cheng Jiujiang:

“It’s fair now.”

Cheng Jiujiang was not polite, so he took the double swords, put them together with the messy objects, and began to observe them carefully.

Zuo Lingquan is also a sword lover. He pulled out the sword "Mo Yuan" and looked at it carefully through the lights.

The Mo Yuan sword is pure black all over, and the hilt is made of black water jade. Its function is that there will be no loss when the true qi is infused, and its speed is faster than the wooden handle of the iron sword, which can accelerate the speed and power of the martial arts in disguise.

The sword blade is forged by black gold and is bright black. When casting the sword, the water essence of the Qingdu River is added.

"Water Essence" is the basis of the five elements and the source of rivers. The monks of Youhuang refine the five elements as their natal life. The most common choice is the essence of the five elements, and Water Essence is one of them.

Qingdu River is a river that penetrates the sea. Although it is not as good as the essence of the four seas, it is absolutely extraordinary. Just put one or two taels in a lake, it can turn the lake into a small blessed land with rich water transportation, and it will continue forever.

The Moyuan Sword is a spiritual weapon, and the amount of water essence contained is definitely not as much as one or two taels, but it is still there; as long as it is in the scabbard, the sword will accumulate "sword energy" by itself under the action of water essence, which is equivalent to accumulating power; the longer it accumulates, the more powerful the first sword is, the longer it takes, and it is not impossible to achieve 20% of the effect in ten successes.

Of course, to achieve this effect, only a monk with the five elements of water can hold the sword. When other five elements are used, the sword energy may be split, and the power will be greatly reduced; and this effect is not suitable for swordsmen who often draw swords.

But what people seek in practice is immortality, and fighting with others is a rare occasion. Overall, it is still a rare sword.

Zuo Lingquan admired him from top to bottom for most of the day, nodded slightly, put away his long sword, and turned to look at Zhao Wuxie:

"Brother Zhao is done, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Wuxie carefully wiped the snow-white sword, as if he was admiring a peerless beauty, responding:

"I have thought about it before. If you don't die of revenge, you will go back and travel with your master, strive to become a sword cultivator, and then go to Zhongzhou Sword Emperor City and engrave your name on the city wall."

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, his heart moved that Zhao Wuxiei was only thirty years old and entered the fourth level of Linggu. In today's battle, his swordsmanship was a little worse than him, but it was far beyond ordinary monks. Those who could teach such disciples were not ordinary people.

Zuo Lingquan hesitated for a while and asked curiously:

"Master Ling is a sword cultivator?"

Zhao Wuxie shook his head: "No. My master is just a casual swordsman, and his cultivation is not very high. He likes to travel around the world in his life and has inquired about this information."

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe it, but he didn't ask the truth, but just turned to ask:

"How is the sword cultivator practicing?"

Zhao Wuxie was a little surprised:

"You are so domineering in swordsmanship, but you still don't know what a sword cultivator is?"

Cheng Jiujiang also knew Zuo Lingquan's origin and shook his head and said with a smile:

"Brother Ling Quan has been practicing swords in a small place for more than ten years. Except for being handsome, having a lot of money and good swordsmanship, he doesn't know much about other aspects."

Zuo Lingquan really didn't know much, so he naturally didn't refute this.

Zhao Wuxie also saw this after contacting him twice. He recalled it before explaining:

"The so-called sword cultivator is a variant of martial arts, but it is more extreme than martial arts. The martial arts cultivator cultivates both internal and external cultivation, and the purpose is to seek immortality; the sword cultivator seeks 'invincible in the world', with combat power as the main and immortality as the auxiliary, which is equivalent to the primary and secondary exchange. As for how to become a sword cultivator, the master said that the key lies in two points, one is the 'sword heart' and the other is the 'natal sword'."

Zhao Wuxie said this and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

"Brother Zuo knows what Jianxin is?"

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while and said with a smile:

"In my opinion, it is estimated that my sword is invincible in the world, but 'the action must be righteous, the seek must be righteous, and the action must be righteous'."

Zhao Wuxie was a little surprised and said with a smile:

"Everyone has a different sword heart. When I asked what the sword heart was, my master told me that it was 'forming a sword for the way of heaven and killing all the demons in the world'. What I thought in my mind was 'I want to be a sword immortal'; Brother Zuo's pattern is much bigger than mine."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and sighed: "Everyone can say beautiful words. Keeping one's own heart and putting it into practice is the most difficult part."

"Yes. If you can't keep your mind, the road will naturally be broken. Master said that most of the sword cultivators in the world are over the mind disaster, so cultivating your mind is more important than practicing swords."

"Oh...what is the second point?"

"The second key point of a sword cultivator is to refine the sword into a 'natural sword' after entering Youhuang Realm. Cultivators in Youhuang Realm generally choose the origin of the five elements such as 'water essence, fire marrow'. Although there are also differences in height, these things will grow with the monks, and there is no theoretical limit...

...Refining the sword into a natal object, the combat power has been improved to the extreme, but the disadvantage is that the sword's grade determines the upper limit of future achievements, which is equivalent to using the opportunity to live long and exchange for the current combat power."

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he frowned:

"So extreme?"

Zhao Wuxie nodded: "Yes, strictly speaking, they are all a group of martial arts madmen. Ninety-nine percent of the sword cultivators in the world are stuck in Youhuang Realm because they cannot find good swords. If the sword cultivator wants to be immortal, his natal sword must be the sword of the self-generated sword spirit, because these swords can grow; but the swords of the self-generated sword spirit are mostly immortal soldiers, and the immortal swords of Yuyaozhou are not many, and most of them are cast in the day after tomorrow. You can imagine how difficult it is."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly, but understood a little: "What if I really can't find a good sword?"

"If the natal sword cannot keep up with the other five elements, the five elements will become unbalanced and the realm will be stuck. The only way is to disperse the merits and re-ed up."

Zuo Lingquan suddenly realized, thought for a while and said:

"It sounds like, the sword cultivator doesn't seem to be a particularly good way."

Zhao Wuxie waved his hand:

"The greater the investment, the greater the reward. Although the sword cultivator is too extreme, among all the practice paths, the sword cultivator's combat power is unique. With the natal sword in Youhuang Realm, they all mention a small realm to calculate combat power. Moreover, the sword cultivator does not seek immortality, so he will naturally spare his life. Ordinary monks will hide when they encounter it. If they can understand "Sword One", they will be invincible, and they will be unreasonable at all."

This was the first time Zuo Lingquan heard about "Jianyi" and said curiously:

"What is Jianyi?"

"One sword breaks all the methods, and only then is the "Sword One". Most of the people who can do it are celestial immortals who are going up the Jade Level Realm. If you go out with one sword, the mountains and rivers will change color. We are far from each other, so don't think about it..."

...

The three of them sat in the inn hall and chatted for a long time without realizing it.

Zhao Wuxie said at the end, and knew that Zuo Lingquan had to rush back to Shuanlong Port, so he didn't talk much. He looked at Qingdu River outside:

"I won't chat anymore. This time I sneaked out without telling my master. I have to take revenge and I have no worries anymore. I have to go back."

Zuo Lingquan was still thinking about the sword cultivator, and he said unexpectedly:

"So anxious to leave?"

Zhao Wuxie smiled and said, "That's true for practice. I'll always be on the road, and I'll leave sooner or later."

Cheng Jiujiang stood up and said:

"After acquaintance, how can we contact each other in the future?"

"One day, when you hear the name of "Zhao Wuxie, Nanhuang outside", you will naturally find me; if you can't make a name for yourself, it doesn't make a name for you, it doesn't make any sense to find me."

Zhao Wuxie walked out of the inn, looked north, walked towards the iron chain bridge, and waved his hand:

"See you again if you are destined to be."

“See you goodbye.”

Zuo Lingquan stood at the entrance of the inn, watched Zhao Wuxie go away, and sighed softly.

As the first friend I met since I came out of the mountain, Zuo Lingquan must have wanted to keep him.
Chapter completed!