Fengxia Villa.
Qing Ye went through untold hardships to rescue himself from the "sword formation". Due to the shocking news he received, he didn't even have time to treat his wounds for a while and rushed straight to the foundry to find his father.
He searched the entire villa and finally found Qing Yongzi in the deepest "casting room".
Fengxia Villa is built on the mountain. This place, jokingly called the "deepest foundry room" by Qingye, is the crater of Fengxia Mountain.
Qing Ye:?!
Although he had a premonition when he looked here, he still couldn't believe it when he actually saw Qing Yongzi in this place.
"Dad, are you serious?!"
He really couldn't see anything special about the guy who came with Shen Jingzhi just now.
Qing Yongzi didn't even glance at his son, who was still hammering the sword blank that had been tempered a thousand times. The sound of strikes came one after another, and every impact was filled with the hard work of the swordsmith.
Qing Ye had long been accustomed to his father's concentration when forging the sword, but this time, looking at the sword blank that had already taken a certain shape, he still took a breath.
——Frost flower.
The famous sword that Qing Yongzi devoted all his efforts to.
Although he usually calls him "old man", "old man", Qing Ye still follows his father's example in casting. As for "Shuanghua", a work that his father put all his efforts into and even claimed to be the "peak", Qing Ye has of course studied every inch and every millimeter of the pattern on it.
But he could only guess a little from the remaining images.
The real "Frost Flower" was destroyed in the great war a thousand years ago, and the brilliant swordsmanship genius also died with it.
……cough.
Although Linghua Daojun has indeed passed away now, it is still not good to arbitrarily reduce his lifespan by several hundred years without permission.
But to be honest, Qing Ye understands his father.
In the eyes of the swordsmith, the swordsman was already dead the moment his sword art collapsed.
...The remaining shell is of no use to the swordsmith.
It was like Qing Yongzi could clearly forge another "Shuanghua" sword, but he never did so in the past thousand years.
Although the materials needed for "Frost Flower" are indeed hard to find in the world, it is not impossible to find them all if you try hard.
But Qing Ye knew that his father would never do that, and it was meaningless.
So what if I could recast an identical imitation?
It's just a form.
The sword and its master, the swordsmith and the sword practitioner... have always complemented each other.
——No one will ever be able to hold that sword as noble and beautiful as the frost under the moon.
But now...
What did he see?!
Qing Ye couldn't help but wonder if his father had taken some kind of mentally confusing elixir today, or maybe it was because the sword just now was embedded with a magic stone that caused him to have hallucinations?
Just when Qing Ye was hesitating whether to go over and grab his old father who was most likely not fully awake, he saw a faint blue shadow emerging above as the sword embryo in Qing Yongzi's hand gradually took shape.
That is——
Frost's...
"Sword Spirit?!"
Qing Ye paused in his steps, with a blank expression as if he was so shocked that he had no idea how to react.
So, the sword that injured him just now really had a hallucinogenic effect?! What he saw now was definitely an illusion. When he woke up later, he would find that he was still trapped in the sword formation under the corridor.
…
…………
Just when Qing Ye was in a trance and was about to slap himself to wake up, he heard Qing Yongzi's tone of voice lightly ordering: "Liu Yin."
The conditioned reflex formed by helping his father over the years was that by the time Qing Ye realized it, he had already handed over the necessary materials as his father instructed, and then spontaneously took over the task of controlling the flame temperature with spiritual power.
Qing Ye: “…”
I finally realized that this was not an illusion or a dream.
But his confusion was no less than before.
There were so many questions that he was even a little stuck for a moment and didn't know where to start asking questions.
But looking at the flickering blue light, thousands of words came together into one sentence, "It turns out that Shuangshuang is not dead."
…
"...You are such a mean old man! You knew I wanted to see Shuangshuang, but you hid it from me!!"
"Ah! As expected of Shuanghua, she is so beautiful..."
"Speaking of which, why is the Frost Sword Spirit with you? Even if the sword spirit is not destroyed, shouldn't it be in the hands of Linghua Daojun? No matter what, it should be Yaochuan Sword Master, right? ... Or Taihua Sect..."
"Now, it feels like a married daughter is being sent back to her parents' home... Hey, could it be that you, the father-in-law, snatched her back by force?"
…
"No wonder you've been going to Hanzhou and Donghai these years... Are you looking for materials to rebuild Shuanghua?"
"Old man, if you had told me earlier, I would have gone with you..."
…
…………
Chatter and chatter.
Just like Qing Yongzi's habitual silence when forging the sword, Qing Ye also habitually thinks divergently and his mouth is never idle.
In this regard, the father and son have similar yet completely opposite habits.
However, both sides had already adapted to the current situation. Qing Yongzi pounded the sword blank in his hand again and again, completely ignoring his son's chattering. Although Qing Ye often raised questions in his words, he did not expect his old father to answer.
"Ah, that's not right. Since Shuanghua's sword spirit has not been destroyed, then Linghua Daojun still has a chance to rebuild the sword path, right? Why did he later..."
Qing Yongzi: "Shut up."
It was the first time that Qing Ye got a response from his father during the sword-making process, and he was a little confused. If he hadn't been holding something in his hands and had no free time, he would have even wanted to pick his ears to see if he was hallucinating.
He really kept silent for a while before he asked cautiously, "Dad? You were talking to me just now?"
Qing Yongzi's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was calm: "It's too noisy."
Qingye: ???
He had been arguing for so many years, why did he suddenly speak up now? Was there something wrong with his old father today? !
The sword spirit of Shuanghua was indeed sent back by Chu Lu himself.
He went three times—
The first time was after the dragon-slaying battle, when the sword had just collapsed. When he entered the door, everything was normal. Qing Yongzi, who was still young at the time, even expressed his worries and concerns for his friend. Then, when he learned that Chu Lu wanted to return the sword spirit, he turned hostile and kicked him out in an instant.
The second time he went there was when he had already become a Dharma practitioner. This time, it was even more outrageous. The other party did not even let him in. He even said that Xi Lu was already dead in his eyes.
…
Then came the third and final time.
That time Qing Yongzi still didn't let him in, but Chu Lu kept Shuanghua's sword spirit.
By that time he had been possessed by the devil. Given his connection with Shuanghua, if the sword spirit had remained by his side, it would inevitably have been contaminated and turned into a demonic sword.
The Frost Sword is noble and awe-inspiring. Rather than having a demonic master, it would be better to find a new sword master.
As the creator of Shuanghua, Qing Yongzi is like a father to him. Chu Lu believes that he will definitely find a good owner for it.
I just didn’t expect…
Qing Yongzi actually kept it until now.
What a coincidence.
——It chose Loukong fish.
…
There are nearly two months left before the sword is retrieved. Chen Jingzhi naturally has to report to Yaochuan Sword Master, while Lou Kongyu is preparing to go to Wuwang Sea to investigate the Heavenly Demon Seal according to the original plan.
Although Qing Yongzi's sword has not yet been obtained, Lou Kongyu has already been aware of the "debt" he is carrying.
Before heading to the Wuwang Sea, he also went to the headquarters of the Loose Cultivators Alliance in Huangzhou, intending to see if there were any missions that he could take on along the way.
The Loose Cultivator Alliance does have a task that is at the top of the list, has a generous reward, and almost meets all of Lou Kongyu's requirements.
——Escort an employer to the depths of the Wuwang Sea.
As a spiritual desert, Wuwang Sea is very dangerous for cultivators.
But in another sense, it is also safe enough, because it also means that there is no danger of spiritual beasts or demon beasts here. The only danger comes from the surrounding environment - quicksand, sand waterfalls, and getting lost in the desolate and empty wilderness...
Therefore, for cultivators who want to go to the Wuwang Sea, a reliable guide is much more useful than a high-level cultivator.
Originally, as a newcomer entering the Wuwang Sea for the first time, Lou Kongyu also needed a guide, but with Chu Lu around, this role was not important.
After all, Chu Lu had been here many times and was familiar enough with the Wuwang Sea. Moreover, even if there were changes in the Wuwang Sea over the past few hundred years, he could avoid risks in advance with his divine sense to explore the way.
Although he didn't know the inside story, Lou Kongyu had great trust in the Immortal Senior. Since Chu Lu said there was no problem, he had no doubts about it.
When he saw this task that was at the top of the list, he was inevitably moved.
But the "escort"...
This task is somewhat different from what Lou Kongyu had expected.
After all, he was going to check the Demon Seal this time. It would not be appropriate to leave irrelevant people around the seal.
but……
This employer really pays too much.
Chu Lu naturally sensed Lou Kongyu's expectation. He thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. If you want to take it, go ahead. You don't have to go to the sealed place in person. Just stay nearby for a while."
Chu Lu was not so careless as to let Lou Kongyu, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, go to the Heavenly Demon Seal so carelessly.
His original plan was to let Lou Kongyu go to a nearby place, and then have his spiritual consciousness temporarily leave the soul bead and go over to check it out in person, so it didn't matter whether Lou Kongyu brought anyone with him or not.
After getting Chu Lu's consent, Lou Kongyu immediately agreed happily.
But when he went to accept the task, he suddenly thought, since the reward for this task was so generous and the content was not very difficult, why was it left here without anyone accepting it?
Chu Lu looked at the mark left by the person who issued the task, [Maybe it was because of the employer, this task...]
Hearing the hint of stopping in Chu Lu's words, Lou Kongyu's hand, which was originally planning to leave a spiritual power mark, immediately stopped.
He naturally followed Chu Lu's intention, but he couldn't help but ask, "Is this employer difficult to deal with? Then I should——"
As he asked this, he had already stopped what he was doing.
But it happened that two monks nearby who wanted to take on the same task started arguing, and Lou Kongyu, who was affected by the aftermath, dodged to the side, leaving a mark of spiritual power on the jade slip of the task.
Lou Kongyu held the jade slip that had fallen into his hands, feeling confused and guilty.
He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, senior, I clearly... stopped."
This is such a coincidence.
If it was one quarter in the morning, his spiritual power had not been released; and one quarter in the evening, his spiritual power had been retracted...but it happened that moment that he was affected.
Chu Lu: […]
This familiar, stomach-aching "coincidence".
[No, it's not your problem.]
Chu Lu was just suspicious at first, but now he is about 70% sure.
Lou Kongyu still held out hope, [The employer probably hasn't agreed yet, I'll go over and cancel this mission... Huh?]
Before he could finish his words, he watched the jade slip in his hand turn into starlight and scatter.
The other party agreed, the contract was signed, and Lou Kongyu officially took over the task.
He looked up as if he sensed something.
At the door, a pale and extremely thin young man was walking slowly towards him.
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