Chapter 130

The Madman of Chu disappeared for three years, and his deeds were gradually covered up by other Tianjiao, but some people didn't forget.

For example, in Beiling Daozhou, where the name of Chu Madman is still a legend handed down by the common people.

His deeds of killing 100000 demons and rescuing Daozhou are recorded in the history books, and he has been kept for thousands of years. Countless friars regard him as an example.

Cloud flying is one of them.

"Daozhou of Beiling, after that evil disaster, how is Daozhou recently?" Chu Madman showed his memory, then asked.

Originally, he just asked casually, but in Yun Feiyang's opinion, he was concerned about the people, which made him more admired.

"Since the disaster, Daozhou has suffered a great loss, and talents from all walks of life have withered away. However, in recent years, it has gradually recovered, and the destroyed Shanhe lineage has been rebuilt." Said Yun Feiyang.

"That's good."

"By the way, is Chu Daoyou going to worship the sword city?"

"Worship the sword city?" The Madman of Chu was a little confused.

Seeing the look on his face, Yun Feiyang knew that he had misunderstood and said: "recently, the sword city is holding a sword competition. All the friars have gone to join in the fun. I thought the Taoist friends of Chu are the same."

"Oh, are you all going to worship the sword city?"

"Yes."

"That's just right. Let's go together." The chumaniac is interested.

"Really, great!" Yun Feiyang is more excited. He can walk with his idol, which is what he dreams of doing.

Along the way, Yun Feiyang is very enthusiastic about Chu Madman, and the rest of the people are also very curious about this peerless arrogance, but they are not like Yun Feiyang, just observing silently, and there is not much intersection.

"The sword worship city is the most concentrated place for sword makers in the Qinglong region, and its history can even be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago."

"The swords cast by Baijian city are very famous in qinglongyu and even the sky stars, especially the famous swords of a hundred years. Every sword is the weapon of the sword cultivation dream, and many people will be attracted every time in this world..."

Cloud flies to float beside Chu Madman to say.

The so-called hundred year famous sword is a famous sword cast every hundred years in the city of worship sword. Every time it is finished, a sword competition will be held to invite the world to repair the sword and find a master for the famous sword.

The most recent is the time when the famous swords of a hundred years came into the world. Now all the swordsmen of different sizes in the Qinglong region are running to the sword worship city.

Even some friars who are not sword practitioners run to join in the fun.

"Xuantianzong is good at kendo. He has some friendship with Baijian city. Thirty percent of the swords on Jianshan come from Baijian city."

"In addition, little fellow, the Kunwu holy sword in your hand is also one of the famous swords of Baijian city for a hundred years." At this time, seven ancestral sound way.

There was a touch of surprise in the eyes of Chu Madman.

"Can the sword worship City forge a holy sword?"

"It's not like that. Few swords are holy swords. Swords are spiritual because they are held. Kunwu holy swords are holy swords because of an ancestor of xuantianzong."

"In fact, both swords and other weapons are the same. Most of the sacred weapons were not sacred weapons at first, but were nurtured by the saints, contaminated with the Taoist rhyme of the saints, and gradually became sacred weapons..."

"It's just that some weapons are more likely to become holy weapons because of their materials, or they are more powerful after becoming holy weapons..."

"A good weapon will continue to upgrade with the promotion of the friars' accomplishments, and it is not impossible to become an imperial soldier in the end. The hundred year old sword of the sword worship city is such a weapon..."

The seventh ancestor popularized some knowledge to the madmen of Chu.

Chu Madman nodded slightly, which he had seen in ancient books before, but Qizu spoke more directly and more easily.

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One day later, several madmen of Chu came to the sword worship city.

The city is very busy, people come and go, blacksmith shops can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street, and the sound of hammering is constantly heard.

Some of them are very noisy, while others are very pleasant, with some mysterious rhyme, just like a movement

In addition to the blacksmith shop, the sword repair can be seen everywhere in the sword worship city. No matter men and women, old and young, nine out of ten monks met by Chu madmen are full of the charm of sword.

Come here, Chu Madman's way heart some joy.

He is an exquisite swordsman with nine orifices. He was born with kendo. Now when he comes to this sword worship City, he feels like a fish in water.

"Interesting." The Madman of Chu laughed.

This feeling made him very happy.

It's the right place to worship the sword city.

"Yundaoyou, let's say goodbye here."

The Madman of Chu flies to the clouds and bows his hand.

"Well, goodbye, Chu Daoyou." Yun Feiyang is reluctant to part with his idol. Although he only spent one day with his idol, he has been deeply attracted by the personality charm of his idol.

Looking at the figure of Chu Madman leaving, Yun Feiyang secretly made up his mind that from now on, he will work hard to cultivate and strive to become such an outstanding monk as an idol in the future.After parting with Yun Feiyang and others, Chu Madman with blue feather plans to find an inn to live in first.

As the sword seizing conference was about to be held, many monks came to the sword casting City, and almost all the inns were full.

But this is not a problem for Chu Madman. With his wealth, he can build an inn with spirit stone pile.

Night fell when we found a place to live.

The night market of Baijian city is very busy. The Madman of Chu takes Lanyu to stroll in the street and passes by a stall.

The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man in a grey robe, and in front of him were strange stones.

Every stone is marked with a price, and the cheapest one needs 100 pieces of top quality spirit stone, which is an unbearable price for most monks.

"These raw stones look good."

"Well, it's really good, but even if it's a top grade stone, there are only a few hundred top grade spirit stones. He dares to bid a hundred top grade spirit stones for this middle grade stone, which is a little high."

"Anyway, there are many rich people in the world. I'm not afraid that no one will buy them. You see, those people are just interested in them."

The stall was surrounded by people.

Chu Madman, blue feather two people also join in to watch the excitement.

"It's a gamble." Chu Madman looked for a while and said.

Occasionally, these rare stones, which are called original stones, gather in the world.

The surface of the original stone is very strange, and it can't be penetrated by the mind. We can only judge its value by means of eyesight and experience. Sometimes an ordinary original stone can produce top-notch minerals, and its value is tens or hundreds of times higher than that of the original stone. Sometimes the original stone bought at a high price is a scrap.

"Brother, do you want to have a try?" The owner of the booth saw that the Chu maniac was interested, so he asked.

Chu Madman thought for a while, then squatted down, said with a smile: "then I will pick a few pieces to play."

Anyway, there are a lot of spirit stones in his heaven and earth ring, which can stand his playing.

He pointed to a black stone and said, "just this one."

People see that he did not carefully observe, then casually point a piece, immediately know that this is a rookie in the gambling circle.

No, let's not talk about rookies. I guess I haven't touched them before.

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