Volume 3, Chapter 2 Daozu was thrown with rotten eggs.
The huge stone sculpture has fluttering clothes and is carved to be lifelike. His long hair hangs high in the air and he is dressed in a sword robe, looking majestic and solemn.
His expression is also carved vividly, he holds a sword in one hand and wields it with great power.
In his other hand, he held a scroll, which fell to his waist. There were words engraved on it, and everyone who looked up at it would recite them silently in a low voice.
[The sword of the swordsman, hold it and guard it, for peace, for the people. ]
[The sword of the swordsman, when swung, cuts, distinguishes black from white, and judges good from evil.]
This is the sword of the Sword Ancestor, and it is also the sword that the Sword Sect's people practice. Even if the sword is not used, it still has this kind of sword intent.
After a brief moment of shock and worship, they continued to move forward. The crowd around them was silent and talking.
Walking past the stone statue and into the main street, the bustling and noisy scene slowly unfolds before people's eyes like a picture scroll of a prosperous era.
There is a tavern at the top of the city wall. There is a pergola in front of the tavern. Under the pergola, a little fat man is sitting today.
He has long eyebrows and bright eyes, and his body is round and plump. Although he is not handsome, he can still attract people's attention. He wears a Taoist robe, but he waves a folding fan in one hand and holds a gavel in the other.
Yanran had the posture of a storyteller, and she looked a little weird.
However, at this moment, he was surrounded by a crowd of people, blocking most of the long street.
The shopkeeper could only wipe his sweat when he saw this. The disciples patrolling the Law Enforcement Hall would just take a detour when they saw this person. Although he caused traffic congestion, they could not afford to offend this master.
"Why are there so many people up ahead?"
"There's a little fat guy telling a story."
"Is it necessary to have such a big reaction to just talking about a book? You are all so ignorant."
"It's about the past and present life of Sword Ancestor."
"Oh my god, what are you waiting for? Just squeeze in..."
When Jiang Feng and the other man saw the crowd, they asked around and found out the reason, and they couldn't wait to squeeze into the crowd.
I saw the fat boy sitting on the high platform, his spirits high. He closed his folding fan, which shocked the whole room. He flicked his sleeves and talked slowly.
"Stories and operas persuade people, and the three avenues lead to the middle. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the righteous path in the world is vicissitudes."
"Today I will tell you about the story of our handsome, wise and powerful Sword Ancestor...his younger brother, the former leader of the human race, Dao Ancestor. Dao Ancestor was very handsome, very tall, and very knowledgeable..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the people who were still expecting something suddenly let out a sigh.
"cut...."
"We want to listen to the story of Sword Ancestor, not Dao Ancestor."
"Yes, let's talk about the Sword Ancestor crushing the Twenty Heavens..."
"Unify a hundred nations with one sword, or else go down, go down..."
The crowd shouted and was filled with indignation. The fat storyteller's story was interrupted. He stood up and pointed forward.
He shouted loudly, "Do you understand? Dao Zu is also very good, even though he is a little bit worse than Jian Zu. But you have to know that without Dao Zu, Jian Zu's life would be very difficult. Do you understand... We must respect history."
"We won't listen, get down."
"Let's go, it's boring. He's selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton. He's a fat man with a black heart. No wonder he's so fat..."
Obviously, the crowd did not buy it and threw gifts at him to express the villagers' warm greetings.
"Oh my god, how dare you hit someone? Pah, pah, pah, who the hell threw the rotten eggs? Do you dare to stand up..."
"Don't go, come back..."
At this moment, upstairs, in a room near the window, two young men were sitting opposite each other drinking tea. From this angle, they could see everything below clearly.
Seeing this scene, the older boy shook his head.
"Tsk tsk, Third Uncle is really miserable."
Another person said: "Actually, Uncle San has a hard time too. He tells his story every year and gets pelted with rotten eggs every year. Haha!"
"That's right, everyone still likes uncle, right? Hehe."
The two young men are both sons of Feng He. The elder one is named Ye Qi and the younger one is named Ye Hang. As for the little fat boy, he is their third uncle, Ye Qingfeng.
This is the original deity of Taoism.
It has been 1,000 years since the Battle of Tianlu.
In a thousand years, everything has changed and the world has changed dramatically. The former heaven and the ten great sects have long since become history.
Even Broken Sword Mountain gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
After the Battle of Tianlu, Ye Qi was born and climbed to the top of Broken Sword Mountain, the highest point in the human world. Thousands of sects and tribes in the human world surrendered overnight and swore allegiance.
Later, Ying Changle of the demon clan led the lords of the 72 mountains of the demon clan to Broken Sword Mountain, intending to bring back the former demon lord Jinghong.
After Jinghong agreed, Ying Changle announced his withdrawal from the demon clan and joined Broken Sword Mountain to pledge allegiance to Ye Tingmu.
The demon world was going crazy at that time. The former demon lord and the new demon lord both joined the Short Sword Mountain. What should they do?
After much communication and mediation, the demon clan finally declared their allegiance to Ye Tingmu, and those who were unwilling to pledge allegiance were considered aliens, and they were attacked by troops. In just three months, they completely conquered the demon world.
Up to this point, only the Demon Realm had not yet surrendered, and after the death of the Demon Lord and his elite troops, a civil war broke out in the Demon Realm.
Chongming got into a fight with his stepmother and his half brother.
In response to this, Feng He chose to stand by and watch. He had long lost hope and thoughts in the demons, and was unwilling to intervene, allowing them to fight freely.
Ye Tingmu, thinking of his few friendships with Chongming, had no intention of taking action.
Until later, Chongming was outnumbered and no match for his stepmother, and was seriously injured and fled to Broken Sword Mountain for help. Only then did Ye Tingmu take action, and selected ten soldiers outside Broken Sword Mountain, and in fifteen days he swept through the Demon Realm.
Chongming declared his allegiance, and the country was unified in three days.
After the unification, Ye Tingmu went to the Heavenly Palace, took the spirit from the God General Monument and poured it into the broken sword, which became the spirit of the weapon.
Broken Sword was promoted to a realm soldier. At this point in the Changhe realm, two realm soldiers were born, named Jue Nian.
One is to seal away the dust, the other is to give up all thoughts.
Later, Ye Tingmu took the spiritual vein of the Heavenly Palace, activated his great magical power, transferred it to the shore of the Boundary Sea, and established a new sect named Sword Sect.
The Sword Sect opened its doors to the demons, monsters, and humans of the Three Heavens, and then recruited many disciples and spread its skills to the world. Since then, the Sword Sect has become the largest sect in the Three Heavens, supervising the hundreds of millions of people in the three tribes of the Three Heavens with the power of one sect.
A thousand years after that, under the supervision of the Sword Sect, the Three Heavens entered an era of great peace, and no more fighting broke out between the three tribes.
Ye Tingmu spread the teachings widely and shared the good fortune with the world, which led to the golden age of cultivation in Santian within just a thousand years. Batches of geniuses and talented people emerged one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
The number of people who have broken through to become emperors has also skyrocketed. In just a thousand years, there are now more than a thousand emperors.
And Ye Tingmu's story was also written into history books for future generations to study.
In recognition of his achievements, stone statues were carved, monuments were erected, and temples were built.
People in the world respect him as: The Ancestor of Sword.
At this time, Qingfeng disappeared cursing, and reappeared in the attic, complaining to the two young people:
"I'm so angry! What kind of people are these? They just pissed me off and passed you off. They have no respect for history at all."
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