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Jianqi Mountain is a holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators all over the world.

This is a very strange thing, because here is not a sword sect, nor is there any supreme magic that sword cultivators can practice. There is only a group of craftsmen who live only to make swords. Maybe they are not craftsmen, but swordsmiths.

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Here are the most swords and the best swords in the world.

The sword is the foundation of sword cultivation, so this place will become a holy place for sword cultivation in the world.

The most important place in Jianqi Mountain is called the Sword Washing Pond. Behind the Sword Washing Pond, there is a sword furnace. There are countless swordsmiths here making swords day and night, so the temperature is extremely high.

The dean stood outside the sword furnace and stood side by side with another gray-haired old man.

The old man is the master of Jianqi Mountain of this generation and the best swordsmith in the world.

His name is Mrs. Yang.

This name is very strange. Many people will first think that this name refers to a woman, but only a few people know his real name and don't find it strange.

"Old man, after all these years, who would have thought that one day you would leave the Capital of Gods?"

Mrs. Yang looked at the dean with some emotion.

As one of the dean's few friends, Mrs. Yang knew why the dean did not leave the divine capital so easily.

The dean smiled and said, "I walked such a long way just to see you, an old friend."

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she immediately frowned. The wrinkles on his face piled up, looking like cracked fields and criss-crossing ravines, which didn't look very nice.

"Don't be like this. Every time you, an old man, act like this, I get a little worried."

Mrs. Yang frowned and said, "Last time you, an old man, came to see me, you deceived me into taking away the broken treasure in the mountain."

The dean said of course, "What's the use of putting your flying swords in the mountains? Why not let them be put to good use? Now that they are in the hands of my disciple, they have killed countless monsters. Isn't this a good thing?"

Mrs. Yang sneered.

"Don't separate yourself from Daliang Chao so much. Whether it's a monk or Daliang Chao, don't we all have the same character?"

When the dean brought the disciple who was determined to practice swordsmanship to Jianqi Mountain and took away the flying sword, Master Yang actually just turned a blind eye. At least the friendship between the two was

of.

"Is that close disciple of yours really a good swordsman?"

Mrs. Yang was a little reluctant to believe that he had heard the name of Xie Nandu from the academy a lot these days. He believed that the girl would be a good practitioner of Taoism, but he did not want to believe that she was also a good practitioner of swordsmanship.

The dean said sternly, "Among the young people of this generation, there will never be another woman who is more suitable for practicing swordsmanship than her."

Mrs. Yang sneered and said, "Don't blame me for attacking you. The girl in the double wall of the Dao Sect is also a sword cultivator."

The dean disagreed, "This old man naturally knows that, and it is useless to talk more. When she goes up the mountain, you will know that what I said is true. Just prepare for her to take the sword and go down the mountain."

Mrs. Yang's face didn't look good. In fact, no matter whether he was willing to accept the reality or not, since the dean came from the capital of gods with a dusty life, he would definitely bleed once.

"If there is one of my flying swords in the mountain that matches her, I can let her take one away, but you, an old man, have to accept this debt!"

Mrs. Yang was not a shy person, so she quickly made concessions.

The dean looked at Mrs. Yang with a smile, a little embarrassed to speak, "It should be... more than one."

Mrs. Yang frowned when she heard this, but didn't say anything.

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When Xie Nandu and Wei Xu went up the mountain, the dean had already left Jianqi Mountain. The dean of the academy, the leader of scholars in the world, naturally left the capital this time not just to help his closed disciple get some flying swords.

So simple, he has other things to do, he wants to go further south to meet someone.

Xie Nandu and Wei Xu were waiting in front of the mountain gate. Looking at the dense forest in front of them, Xie Nandu and Wei Xu felt a little surprised.

It was their first time to come to Jianqi Mountain, and they found that it was very different from the mountain they imagined. It seemed very ordinary. The mountain gate was not grand, and they could not even see the mountain road behind the mountain gate. It was a very ordinary bluestone.

The sizes of the paths and stone slabs are different, and they look like they are paved with bluestones randomly found in the mountains.

Jianqi Mountain is really not like the so-called holy land of sword cultivators, but more like a very ordinary sect, definitely not big.

I don't know how long it took, but just as the two of them were looking around, a thin, middle-aged man walked out from the depths of the jungle.

He walked along the mountain road and came to the mountain gate. He glanced at Wei Xu and said softly, "I have met Mr. Wei."

Wei Xu has now entered the realm of Wangyou. No matter what, he needs to be respected, even Jianqi Mountain is no exception.

Wei Xu nodded slightly and smiled.

This time they went up the mountain to ask for swords, so naturally they had to lower their posture.

"Is this Fellow Daoist Xie?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xie Nandu, and without waiting for Xie Nandu's reply, he praised, "It is indeed a good sword."

In the eyes of swordsmiths like them, everything in the world can actually be a sword. They are swordsmiths and have excellent vision. Especially for sword cultivators, they have extremely accurate knowledge, so he can see it at a glance.

, then he knew that the Xie Nandu in front of him was an excellent sword.

Xie Nandu didn't speak, just looked at the man quietly.

Presumably this middle-aged man already knew her purpose of coming.

The middle-aged man said, "The mountain master wants to meet Daoist Xie."

Wei Xu was slightly startled. He naturally knew that the mountain owner was the famous Madam Yang, the most powerful swordsmith in the world.

So he glanced at Xie Nandu.

Xie Nandu nodded.

"Mr. Wei, wait a moment, but in fact, since Mr. Wei is not a swordsman, it is not a big deal if he doesn't go up the mountain."

This sentence seems friendly, but it is actually very straightforward.

Sword cultivators are very upright, and the swordsmiths who make swords seem to be no less generous.

Wei Xu didn't say much, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Xie Nandu followed the man towards the mountain.

Mrs. Yang was waiting for her outside the sword pool.

Xie Nandu came here and was a little lost.

The scene in front of me is a huge pool. In those pools, there are countless swords standing in it. The swords are full of energy and sword intent.

This is the sword pool of Jianqi Mountain, with countless flying swords.

This will make any swordsman come here and be shaken.

Who could not be tempted by this pond full of flying swords?

Xie Nandu was a little silent, and then he sensed several

Dao Jianyi approaches him.

Sword cultivator chooses Feijian and Feijian chooses sword cultivator, both are mutual processes.

It's like men and women, they always choose to go in both directions to have a future.

Xie Nandu frowned slightly, not liking a few of the sword intentions, so he waved his hand.

Between the sky and the earth, a slight wind blew up, blowing the sword intent as it passed by.

Somewhat sad atmosphere. ??

That is the sadness of Feijian.

As the master of Sword Qi Mountain, Mrs. Yang, although many of the flying swords here were not made by him, he can still feel the emotions of those swords.

He felt a little strange, but he soon understood.

It was just rejected.

Nothing in this world is perfect, and if you love a woman, that woman will definitely love you.

Mrs. Yang waved and appeased these flying swords.

Then he looked at the girl over there.

Xie Nandu stood by the sword pond and looked at the flying swords.

There is no water in the sword pond, but when the sword intention stirs up, it is like spring water flowing out.

The hair of the girl standing by the sword pool was blown by the wind, like a flower swaying in the wind.

But he is not weak, but has perseverance.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of swords suddenly sounded.

It's like a cicada chirping.
To be continued...