Chapter 72: Sword-wielding, Hiding the Edge, and Enjoying the Sounds and Colors · Extra

The mountains are high and look up like water, and the Jingxing yearns for them.

The gods are having a hard time mending the sky, and the Emperor Fuxi uses the divine sword Zhaoming to go to the East China Sea to kill the giant turtle, and use its feet to support the four poles, temporarily stopping the tilt of the sky.

However, after this battle, the body of the Zhaoming sword collapsed and no longer had the shape of the divine sword. The giant turtle was full of resentment, and the spirit of the Zhaoming sword used the remaining sword body to turn into a demon-suppressing monument to suppress the fierce spirit of the giant turtle in the East China Sea. From then on, the world was settled, the floods subsided, and soon, the crack in the sky was repaired.

Zhaoming has since broken into three pieces, with the light fragments scattered in the lower world, followed by the handle, and finally the shadow. The broken sword heart was brought back to the heaven by Emperor Fuxi.

Yuqi had a big quarrel with Emperor Fuxi over Zhaoming, and they parted unhappily. Everyone thought they were arguing over the matter of Zhaoming's collapse, but they didn't know the real reason why Yuqi didn't hesitate to confront Fuxi.

Outside the sword room, Yuqi dug out the Xishiqiang that Xiao Hao had buried that day. This acrid, sour and bitter thing was extremely unpalatable, but how could the sourness in the mouth compare to the bitterness in the heart.

Before he met Fuxi, he still had a glimmer of hope, but when he saw the broken sword heart that Fuxi was carrying, this hope was shattered like a dream, completely extinguished, and could never be rekindled.

Zhaoming was the most proud work of swordsmith Yuqi in his life. He felt very upset to see it end like this.

He ran away to the lower world in anger, holding the wine altar with the accent of Xishi. He went to the east of Bohai Sea. The golden broken sword that had pierced the vast waves from the sky stood quietly in the sea. Yuqi stretched out his palm and gently stroked the sword.

The living sometimes come to an end, but the dead can never be caught up...

He thought of many rumors about Zhaoming in the lower world. At this moment, he began to understand the so-called "hero", "gentleman", fearless of life and death, and generous to sacrifice for justice that people often mentioned.

He touched the blade of the Zhaoming Sword and whispered, "In this world, there are birth, old age, sickness and death, joy and sorrow, reunion and separation. Even immortals and gods are no exception..."

Before Xiao Hao went to the East China Sea,

he spent the whole day holding the sword and watching flowers and listening to the snow. He seemed to be free and easy, but how many people knew what he was really afraid of? This choice was made by Xiao Hao himself. Yuqi should be happy about it. He has the world in his heart and can treat life and death as nothing. This is a creature born from his sword box. How proud it is.

However, touching the Zhaoming Sword, Yuqi could no longer say a word.

After a long while, he sighed slightly: "There are certainly things in this world that make people happy, but they are ultimately short-lived and elusive, leaving me with endless thoughts."

Xishi accents drifted into the sea, he gently patted the giant sword monument and promised: "The sword heart is still there, I will try my best to find a new casting method to reshape the sword body for you. You use the sword as a monument, standing in this vast East China Sea, don't be too lonely."

He probed into the Zhaoming broken sword with his spiritual power, but was surprised to find that the demon-suppressing monument was empty, as if it was nothing, and hurriedly withdrew his hand in shock.

Shennong once said that the spirit of the sword heart had given birth to three souls and seven spirits. When Fuxi brought back the sword heart, he said that Ah Hao had used his body to suppress the demon, and had sealed the east of the Bohai Sea forever with the giant turtle. But when he checked it just now, he found that the sword actually...actually...

Yuqi took a few steps back and put his hand on it again in disbelief.

It was quiet and empty.

Yuqi couldn't help laughing, his voice resounding through the sky and the sea.

Good, good, good... Zhaoming is worthy of being the result of his hard work. He was able to break free from the shackles of the sword when the world was turned upside down. Since his three souls and seven spirits are not in the demon-suppressing monument, they must have gone to the lower world to reincarnate!

There are fifty ways to the great way, and forty-nine ways to the heaven. Under this infinite heavenly way, there is actually a third way that can save living beings from being annihilated and have a glimmer of hope!

Yuqi was overwhelmed with sorrow and joy, and immediately thought of the prince Changqin who was still in the human world. As long as Xiao Hao's three souls and seven spirits are still in the world, they will be able to meet one day. Before that, he will create a unique magic sword in heaven and earth to reshape his immortal body to compensate for the suffering he suffered when he was the spirit of Zhaoming.

He hurriedly found Prince Changqin and Chanyu, who also knew that Zhaoming had collapsed and were very sad.

Yuqi spoke incoherently, and said to Changqin: "His three souls and seven spirits have gone to the underworld to reincarnate. Even old Fuxi has kept this a secret! The newborns in the human world must have traces of him!"

Changqin looked at him in confusion, and said with a sad face: "What are you talking about, senior? Zhaoming's body has become a demon-suppressing monument, the sword heart has collapsed, and Ah Hao has...slept with the giant turtle of the East China Sea at the bottom of the sea."

Yuqi grabbed his clothes excitedly, and the remaining Xishi accent in the wine pot splashed all over Changqin.

"The monument is empty! It's empty! He left Zhaoming before the sword heart was shattered!"

Changqin was stunned for a long time, and then he stood up suddenly, with a mixture of sadness and joy on his face, and it was difficult to control himself: "Empty... the underworld! His soul is not in the monument, he must be reincarnated in the underworld!"

"That's right!" Yuqi nodded repeatedly and said to him, "I will forge a new magic sword, and I may have to be in seclusion for a hundred years. I don't want to miss him. You have transcended the three realms, and I want to ask you..."

Changqin didn't wait for him to finish, knowing what he meant, and immediately said, "I and Qianyu will do our best to find his whereabouts!"

Yuqi showed a happy face and smiled sincerely, "Life and death are in a cycle, and there are all kinds of things in the world. After this hardship, he is no longer bound and can get the true freedom of a gentleman. I have never been so happy in thousands of years! I am so happy!"

Changqin was also very happy.

The disaster of the collapse of the pillar of heaven was just over, and the earth was in decline. The Earth Queen Nuwa used soil as the substance and drew the soul into it, and new people and beasts were born. In the flood, almost all the creatures on the ancient earth perished.

Shennong finally found the bone of the evil-repelling sword and brought it back to heaven, but he was saddened to hear that Zhaoming had already collapsed.

However, Shennong noticed that the Zhaoming Sword Heart seemed to still have some power left, so he asked Fuxi for the Zhaoming Sword Heart and used his divine power to piece it together.

But Yuqi had already left the lower world on his own after a big fight with Fuxi. Shennong had no way to find Yuqi's whereabouts, and he didn't know how the immortal body created by Fengming Qiuwu maintained its inexhaustible spiritual power. He had to figure it out on his own, and used the bone of the evil-repelling sword to create an immortal body, and put the Zhaoming Sword Heart inside the immortal body.

Since then, the true sword spirit of Zhaoming has awakened. Because she often went to the lower world to play, she especially liked the mountains and waters of Wushan, so she was named the Goddess of Wushan.

The Goddess of Wushan was intelligent and beautiful, and was the incarnation of Zhaoming's sword heart. The immortals and gods loved her very much, and Shennong also doted on her and treated her like a father and daughter.

The collapse of the pillar of heaven caused an earthquake, and the reef caves in the South China Sea collapsed and closed. Many aquatic creatures were trapped under the rock layer. A kind-hearted Yinglong living in the abyss opened a passage for the aquatic creatures, but he died of exhaustion. His dragon blood, which was full of spiritual power, mixed with the sea water, freezing the sea for thousands of miles.

The Shennong puppet passed by this place, and threw the fragment of the Zhaoming Light into the sea, cutting off the flow of spiritual power, and finally bringing life back to this sea area.

After the catastrophe, the mortal world was filled with turbidity. Fortunately, the Lieshan tribe, who had previously asked to enter Liuyue City to refine the five-colored stones, were high in the sky, and the turbidity was thin. Shennong ordered the Lieshan tribe to temporarily live in the city while he found a suitable place to live. Liuyue City has since been stationed above the northern border. The years in the city are harsh and cold, with few plants and trees. All you can see are vast straitened trees and snowy plains.

In order to prevent the secrets of the five-colored stones and straitened trees from being leaked, Fuxi set up barriers inside and outside Liuyue City. Liuyue City has been isolated from the world since then, and the Lieshan tribe cannot step out of the city.

On the other hand, the remnant of the Anyi tribe that was destroyed by Fuxi was called Longyuan. In order to take revenge on the heaven, they created seven fierce swords. Fuxi was furious and wanted to destroy them, but was stopped by Nuwa. Nuwa took the seven fierce swords and fled to the underworld with the Longyuan people, sealed the seven swords, and established the netherworld.

The three realms were initially settled, and the human world was revived. With the extinction of the ancient creatures, the events of the Shangyuan Taichu years became an unattainable myth in people's mouths.

The divine craftsman Yuqi forged Han Guang in the lower world. However, the material used for Han Guang was not as good as the black crystal of Fengming Qiuwu. When it came out of the furnace, cracks appeared on the sword. Yuqi was furious and threw himself into the furnace. After three days and nights of suffering, he was reborn and turned into the sword spirit of Han Guang.

Yuqi regarded this method of casting swords with souls as a lifelong shame and was unwilling to mention it to anyone. With the appearance of Han Guang, he also disappeared from the human world and no one knew his whereabouts.

Time passed, and a hundred years passed quickly. The era of the gods disappeared and the gods were exhausted and unable to interfere in the affairs of the human world. The

Heavenly Sword House was abandoned with the departure of Yuqi, and the second batch of standard weapons of the Heavenly Realm were buried deep in it and never saw the light of day again. And the sword tomb where Tai'a was buried, over the years, actually grew a towering ginkgo tree.

Emperor Fuxi often stood alone under the tree, and the golden fallen leaves fluttered, as if the east of Bohai Sea was full of brilliance.

The Kuiniu tribe became one of the few creatures that survived the flood due to their own characteristics.

This lively and innocent demon tribe is no longer confined to the sea, and often goes ashore to play. The events of Zhaoming were then re-enacted in the legends of the world through their mouths.

Everyone in the world says that ordinary swordsmen, although they call themselves heroes, are ultimately just mixed in the human world. In ancient times, there were gods and demons everywhere, so how could anyone know what a hero is? What is a swordsman?

This word is as heavy as a mountain. He was able to single-handedly break through the Three Realms Gentleman Sword in that era, and Zhaoming was worthy of being the master of swords in the world.

Chanyu often accompanies Changqin, and has cultivated the body of a horned dragon. After a few more years, he may become a Yinglong again. Changqin found a place with abundant fresh air for him, and he changed his name to Ouyang Shaogong, and the two settled there.

Yuqi has been out of contact for hundreds of years. Changqin doesn't know what happened to him. While worried, he is more concerned about finding Xiao Hao. In

this vast sea of ​​people, how great a fate is needed to find the person you want to find from among thousands of creatures.

On this day, he fell into a cave left by an ancient fairyland, and found the breath of Shennong in it. He was so surprised that he accidentally fell into the magic set by the original fairy god in this mountain, and was forced to turn into a brown mortal cat. Shanyu couldn't help laughing and took him back to the place where he settled in the human world.

Changqin felt helpless. It might take more than ten years for him to change back to cat form. He couldn't help but laugh and cry at the naughty goddess of Wushan. The goddess was transformed by the heart of Zhaoming Sword, and she could also be called Xiao Hao's sister. It was God's will that he fell into her teasing.

He turned over and jumped to the next wall, just wanting to take advantage of the laziness in the afternoon to feel the sunshine. He saw a young man with clear eyes walking out of the rich businessman's house next door.

He held an ancient long sword in his hand, and the spiritual power in the sword was extremely familiar, which was exactly the breath of Yuqi.

Changqin cat was stunned on the wall, and fell into the opposite courtyard wall without noticing.

The young man came over and picked him up, his eyebrows sharp as frost and snow, his eyes as bright as stars in the clear sky, and smiled: "Hey, such a fat cat, how did you jump to such a high place, did it hurt when you fell down?"

With just one glance, it was as if he saw the man who was testing the sword in the sky again.

He saw Yuqi's figure appearing from the dark light behind the young man, just like when they were outside the sword room, drinking and talking happily, how nostalgic.

"My name is Le Wuyi, whose cat are you, do you have a name?"

I have an old friend, holding a sword and leaving, going through storms, after thousands of years, we are reunited today.

The passing water is like a dream, and when we wake up in the world, we can only warm up the wine and look up to the sky, and get drunk with it.

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