C29 Apocalyptic world

Hun Jian was startled: "You want to use my old friend, you know how to use the sword?"

Jing Tian took out the Floating Snow Sword Art from the infinitesimal space and passed it to him. "Among the treasures that Senior Kun Peng has bestowed to this junior, there is this sword art. This sword manual has very high requirements for weapons, ordinary treasure swords cannot handle it, that's why junior has this request. "

Hun Jian took the sword manual, and after flipping through it a few times, he was immediately attracted by the contents written on the sword manual. He was so engrossed in reading the pages, that he had completely forgotten about the shocking question.

For an expert swordsman to suddenly discover a profound sword manual, he was naturally intoxicated. He didn't urge her to do so and just waited.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, the Hun Jian showed no signs of stopping. He turned the pages more and more slowly, frowning and smiling at times, as if he were stuck in a book.

After a while, Wan Qing's clear voice sounded out: "The dishes are ready, you can eat now."

She was holding a large wooden board with four large porcelain bowls steaming on top of it. Jing Tian quickly helped to remove the porcelain bowls from the wooden boards and placed them on the table. Although the four big bowls were not exquisite, the fragrance of the four big bowls of Stir-Fried Vegetables was strong.

Wan Qing carried the wooden board and ran out. Very quickly, she returned with five large steamed buns.

"Big Brother Jingtian eats two fat steamed buns, Grandfather also eats two, I'll eat one. "A total of five is just right."

She walked around the stone table and scratched her head: Ah, there are two chairs, where is Wan Qing sitting?

Hun Jian who had been immersed in the sword manual suddenly woke up. He apologetically smiled at Jing Tian, then stood up and said to Wan Qing: "Oh, Wan Qing, come sit with me. Grandfather is not hungry yet, eat some later. "

He turned his head to look at Jing Tian again, and pointed to the Snow Wind Sword Art: "I am a sword fanatic, I can't eat my fill when I see such an amazing sword art. "Oh my god, can I take a look at this Secret Scriptures book?"

Jing Tian stood up and nodded: "Of course I can. Junior still doesn't understand some of it. I hope senior can give me some pointers after reading it."

"Good, good, good." Hun Jian's face was full of smiles, "Kid, you and I are really fated to be together. Eating first, I'll continue to study this Floating Snow Sword Art. "

After Hun Jian finished speaking, he impatiently flipped open the Secret Scriptures and walked to the open space outside the house, pacing and watching. From time to time, his right hand would gesticulate in the air as if performing sword moves.

"Big Brother Jingtian, quickly eat." Wan Qing passed him a pair of chopsticks: "Grandfather is like this, often not eating for a few days just for a few moves."

After receiving the chopsticks, Jing Tian picked up a piece of vegetables and placed it in his mouth. Although it did not taste as good as what Qing Qing cooked, it had a good grasp of the heat. She was shocked and knew that it was not because Wan Qing's skills were not good, but purely because of the seasoning. But generally speaking, these dishes made Jing Tian's appetite rise.

Just as they finished eating, the Hun Jian seemed to have sensed it. In the courtyard, a loud voice called out, "Have you finished eating? If you finish eating, Jing Tian and Wan Qing will have to come out. "

"Let's go, Big Brother Jingtian. Grandfather is calling us." Wan Qing held onto Jing Tian's hand and ran out.

Hun Jian passed the sword manual to Jing Tian: "Good boy, the words recorded in this sword manual are the most profound sword techniques this old one has ever seen in his life. If you are able to master the Floating Snow Sword Technique, you can definitely be called the number one swordsman in the dynasty. "

He raised his head to look at the fog in the sky and sighed, "The fog ah fog, it's been more than two hundred years, you can only hold on for this long."

Hun Jian said to Wan Qing: "Where is your fire poker? Bring him to your Big Brother Jingtian. "

"Alright." Wan Qing ran into his own house and took out the iron rod that he held in his hand. Judging from the appearance of the small part of the iron rod, it seemed like it had just been taken out of the furnace. In fact, this was quite a good poker.

Wan Qing handed the iron rod over to Jing Tian, who took the still steaming hot rod. He felt that the weight was much heavier than an ordinary iron rod, and it fell off his hand.

"Senior, what does this mean?" Could it be that he wanted me to start a fire?

"Didn't you want my weapon back then? If I gave it to you now, why would you reject it?" Hun Jian said while laughing.

Jing Tian lowered his head to look at the pitch black poker in his hand. This stick was exactly three feet long, about the same length as the swords from before, only slightly heavier. Could it be that this staff was actually one of the Seven Swords of the Sky?

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, the old man nodded, "Back then, it was a great sword that followed me throughout the world. Now it is like this. Two hundred years ago, when I was trapped in this dead valley, I was filled with despair. I thought I might never reach the world beyond the valley in my lifetime, so I inserted my old companion into a large piece of iron.

However, more than ten years ago, the heavens had bestowed Wan Qing to me, and had once again ignited my thoughts of leaving the valley. After two hundred years of time, they actually condensed into one entity. Thus, my sword, the Seven Heavenly Swords that you have spoken of, became a metal rod. "

The old man smiled as he rubbed his chin, which was covered in stubble. He looked at the shocking smile on his face as he weighed the iron rod. That smile was very kind, as if he was looking at his own child.

"Amazing! I am also a disciple of Hun Family with you. Although we were abandoned by our family, we are still the descendants of the Divine Symbol Master. " He saw Jing Tian firmly nod his head, and continued, "According to seniority, I should be your grandfather's grandfather. If you don't mind, just call me grandpa, okay? "

Hun Jian had been obsessed with swords all his life, so he never had a family, let alone a child. When he saw the shocking sight, he had the feeling that this child was very much like him. As he gained more insight, he actually saw his own reflection in Jing Tian's body.

At this moment, his heart was filled with love for his children. How he wished he could have such a shocking grandson!

Jing Tian hadn't seen his grandfather since he was born. He had always hoped that he could be like other people and have his grandfather's love. Today, his dream had come true. In terms of seniority, the old man in front of him was much higher than him. However, in the eyes of cultivators, especially cultivators whose lifespan had increased greatly after passing the Fourth Rank, there was no longer any meaning in talking about seniority. They valued strength more than anyone else. Even if one was young, he or she was still a senior. Those who were weak and lived for a thousand years were just juniors.

Jing Tian knelt in front of Hun Jian and heavily kowtowed three times: "Grandson greets Grandfather."

"Alright, alright, good child." Hun Jian quickly bent over to help Tian Ji up as a hundred different emotions filled his heart.

"The heavens are kind to me, thank the heavens." He had just helped Jing Tian up when he turned around and also knelt down. His face was facing the thick fog in the sky, and what he knelt on was the sky above him.

"Oh my god. Although I haven't seen your true face for more than two hundred years, I know that you still have eyes." Hun Jian said to the sky, "You punished me for more than two hundred years, and you finally felt sorry for me. Twelve years ago, you gave me a granddaughter, and I knelt before you. That's because you gave me hope. Twelve years later, you gave me another grandson, and I'll kneel before you again. This is because you have given life hope. "You still pity humans, you still have eyes."

After speaking to the sky, Hun Jian stood up. He turned towards Jing Tian and said, "Jing Tian, you are already the grandson of my Hun Jian. Are you willing to practice sword arts with me? "

"Grandfather, this is something that I wish for. I will definitely learn from grandfather well." If there comes a day when I am able to escape from dead valley, I will definitely make the Seven Heavenly Swords famous again. "

"Seven Heavenly Swords." That's right, brothers, my grandson is also your grandson. " Hun Jian thought about the six people he had been with back then and thought to himself, "When we became sworn brothers, we swore that we could not be born on the same day, and that we would rather die on the same day. I've lived in secret for so many years so that our swordsmanship could not be lost. "Today, I have finally found a successor. The Seven Heavenly Swords that people speak of will emerge from the martial world."

After thinking about all of this, he said to Jing Tian and Wan Qing with the same determination, "Grandfather will definitely think of a way to get you out of the valley.

Then he pointed at the iron rod in Jing Tian's hand. "When this treasured sword followed me back in the day, I gave it a resounding name. Your name is Shocking Heaven, and his name is Shocking Spirit. "

Jing Tian caressed the iron rod as he muttered, "You call them the godly beings? Our name sounds like it. "

The iron rod slightly trembled, seemingly resonating with Jing Tian.

"You and him are fated." Hun Jian smiled and said, "Ever since I took the god shock sword out of the metal, it no longer resonated with me. I thought two hundred years had eroded it, too. Unexpectedly, the god shock sword has more backbone than me. He never fell, he just blamed me for abandoning him, so he refused to resonate with me. Now that the spirit has stirred again, it means that he has acknowledged you. "Good grandson, you were born to be a prodigy in swordsmanship."

The undulations of the metal rod became faster and faster. From its restlessness, Jing Tian was able to read the message. "I want to leave. Let me out."

He held onto the thick section of the metal rod with both hands: "god shock sword, I'll save you now."

He clenched his fists tightly and pointed the iron rod at the uninhabited wheat field, then poured the Profound Qi in his body into the rod body crazily. Under the guidance of the method of luck recorded in the Snowfall Sword Art, the Profound Qi s fiercely squeezed the body of the rod. Cracks slowly appeared on the surface of the metal rod. The vibrations became more and more intense, and the suppressed sword hum was also emitted from the cracks.

With a hum, iron filings filled the air and flew towards the wheat field, scraping it. The iron rod was no longer in his hands. He was now holding onto an ancient longsword. The blade's body rippled like water, and a loud sword hum resounded throughout the valley.

This was the first time, after a bit of luck, that the sword in his hand was still intact. After practicing the Snowfall Sword Art countless times in his sleep, he could finally use it smoothly. He jumped into the wheat field, unceremoniously brandishing his treasured sword. The sword was sharp like a bolt of lightning, his figure was like a leaf, and the ripe wheat was like a broken grass as it fell to the ground.

Under this valley, in this wheat field, in front of the swordsmen who used to rule the world. He used the moves recorded in the sword manual in a carefree manner. This sword move was so natural and smooth that it didn't seem like it was the first time he was practicing it.

Hun Jian looked at the flying swords all over the sky, as if he had traveled through time to see himself. This young man had broken the clan's thousand-year curse and obtained the assistance of the Lord of the Chaotic Storm, the Kun Peng. He also had two of the Nangong Family's Seven Treasures, and now he had also obtained his own god shock sword, and the recognition of the divine sword.

Hun Jian's eyes were blurred, he kept telling himself.

Legend has it that when the day of reincarnation comes, a great hero will appear in Human race. This great hero was very likely the grandson he had just met, Hun Jingtian.