"Made by craftsmen! Made by craftsmen? Made by craftsmen...Made by craftsmen."

The sword has not yet appeared.

Liu Zilin suddenly looked back in shock and asked Ouyang Rong angrily:

"Where are my beads? Why is this a piece of bullshit poetry? Where are the beads? Are they in the underground palace? Tell me quickly!" He grabbed the handle of the knife on Ouyang Rong's abdomen and pressed with force with his wrist.

On the wall of the underground palace is a poem called "Come Back and Come Back".

Ouyang Rong, who was numb from abdominal pain, knelt on the rosette and turned his head blankly.

He had already memorized this poem by heart.

But what really stunned him was that the moonlight stone carvings on the four walls contained more than just one "Ci of Return".

At the end of the poem on the east wall, there is an extra paragraph, and there is sadness between the lines...

Ouyang Rong stared intently at these last words.

Because it comes from a monk from Donglin Temple who used the sword energy of a tripod sword a hundred years ago and hastily left behind his "Return and Lai Ci" before his death.

Master Zhongma.

"Hahahaha... It's so interesting! It's so interesting hahahaha..."

The young county magistrate suddenly raised his head and laughed, but when the laughter fell in the ears of Liu Zilin and others, there was no joy, but an indescribable feeling of silence.

"Well, Tao Yuanming, it's fine if you don't act as the magistrate of Longcheng County. If you don't act like a master of the 'Hanshi' sword, you leave this 'Hanshi' sword technique to the monk Donglin Temple before you go into seclusion, causing harm to future generations!

"Tao Yuanming, you are noble! You are amazing!"

He smiled and pointed at the poem "The Return of the Moonlight Sword" on the wall. He covered his stomach and laughed, almost laughing out of his intestines at the bleeding wound. Ouyang Rong was still overjoyed:

"And you, Master Zhongma, just steal the sword if you steal it. What a bullshit lotus pagoda alliance. For that broken sword, you draw a ground as a prison in the underground palace under the lotus pagoda after the water escapes. You will die in the thick smoke. Just die."

, Where are you keeping your mother’s sword skills? Are you pretending to be your mother’s physical body and becoming a Buddha? This is misleading future generations!

"I was deceived by the two of you together, hahahahahaha... No, no, no, it was me who was stupid! It was me who was stupid, and you were both right, hahahahaha!"

Ouyang Rong seemed to have reincarnated into an old man taking postgraduate entrance exams, but under the bright smile, his eyes were full of indifference and loneliness.

He was laughing at the obsessions of his predecessors, and he was also laughing at his own obsessions.

"There is no such thing as a 'go back and come home' blessing in this world. It's just a piece of bullshit sword art called 'Go Go Lai Xi Ci'.

"There is no fixed 'pretend' in the Ding Sword. This entire Dragon City is its invisible sword furnace and its 'pretend'. That old senior gave everyone the opportunity!

So damn fair!”

Ouyang Rong covered his stomach full of blood with both hands, laughing and gibbering like crazy.

Everyone was shocked and confused after hearing this. What Ouyang Rong said in front of him even made Monk Liu Zilin Zhanger confused, but the next few words made him horrified.

"What do you mean! The entire Dragon City is a 'pretend'?!"

Liu Zilin rushed forward and grabbed the limp Ouyang Rong by the collar with his big hands like a pair of pincers. His spittle spattered out. He glared and asked:

"Also, you said that the article on the wall is also a sword art?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, touched the handle of the knife inserted in his abdomen with his bloody hand, and let out a low and hoarse laugh of "ho ho":

"Otherwise? The old man is teasing you. The article on the wall is the real 'Hanshi' sword art. You didn't expect it, hahaha. I already mentioned the Hanshi sword art. You guys are just reading nonsense Buddhist scriptures."

"Wait a minute, doesn't that mean..."

Liu Zilin was shocked at first, then overjoyed, and threw away the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures. The next second, he seemed to have realized something, and quickly pressed the young magistrate's head to the floor, covering his eyes, and said sternly:

"How can you see more of the sword tactics..."

He reached out to pick up the moonlight sword, preparing to chop off the head, then turned around and recited the long sword formula on the four walls.

The next moment, what happened in front of him made Liu Zilin's soul tremble.

The young man below had dull eyes, turned his side to the air, and softly uttered two words:

"Craftsmanship."

Suddenly, a shiver from Liu Zilin's soul started from the soles of Liu Zilin's feet and surged up his cervical spine, as if it was about to lift the lid of his heavenly spirit.

Liu Zilin's eyes were full of anger and he spat out: "You are..."

The third young master of the Liu family only had time to utter these two words.

At this moment, his widened eyes clearly reflected a clear blue arc.

An "arc" appears in the underground palace.

No one could see clearly how it appeared.

Like a myth suddenly appearing in the mortal world.

"arc".

Floating in a beam of sunlight in the center of the underground palace.

It is neither a sword nor a cauldron.

Not a grain of dust can fall on "Arc".

From the perspective of anyone in the underground palace, it looks like an "arc" line.

Under the intersection of sunlight and moonlight, the color of the clear blue sky was so beautiful, and it also had a perfect arc that no one in the audience had ever seen.

A little more curved than a straight line, a little straighter than the outline of the sun and moon.

It is an elegant and intuitive work of art.

It's called craftsmanship.

She is also so beautiful and graceful when harvesting the heads of everyone in front of her.

Ouyang Rong's limbs were as limp as mud, lying on the ground, his face pressed against the cold floor, and his heart was filled with despair.

The underground palace around him first fell into a deathly silence for a short time, and then suddenly exploded.

Some people turned around and ran away, while others rushed forward in fear.

Because as we all know, the person holding the sword is the most lethal, but the person holding the sword is also as fragile as glass.

A burst of light and shadow flashed one after another in the underground palace.

A shattered blade flew and flew, spinning in the air.

Its front and back mirrors reflect scenes of silence taking place.

Bits and pieces, and bizarre:

There are broken limbs.

There is vomit.

There are dim eyes that stare like copper bells.

There is a mouth with yellow teeth and blood that opens silently.

There are also jets of hot water pouring on the lotus stone pedestal.

There were also scattered silhouettes of fallen figures running away and stiff bodies kneeling and kowtowing.

Finally, there is Liu Zilin's eyes full of blood-eating dead fish, paired with a face full of weirdness and disbelief.

Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—Boom!

In the bright Pure Land Palace, heads fell one after another.

There is a faint elegant rhythm to the sound of falling heads, like an artist arriving late to the venue, calmly playing a newly composed piece of music.

In this short but rapid, one-sided killing song.

The greediest people die in search of treasure.

The person who has the least desire obtains the thing that most arouses greed and desire.

Those who are most homesick have their hopes dashed and never find their way back home.

The most indignant person, even if he has a mythical sword, can only be helpless and furious.

God did play a big joke on someone.

In the empty underground palace, Ouyang Rong lay on the ground with everyone else, motionless the whole time.

The right side of his face was pressed against the cold and rough floor. Under his short blood-red hair, his dull lacquered eyes reflected the four-character stone carving of "go back and come back" under the "vermilion rosette" in front of him. There was a murmuring sound that sounded in this deserted place.

Standing empty underground palace:

"I'm coming back... Why don't you want to do anything else? Wealth and honor are not what I want. I can't expect the imperial hometown... Oh, I can't expect the imperial hometown."
Chapter completed!