Although he knew that the other party was just trying him out, Zhang Ruochen did not immediately refuse, because he also wanted to know the origin of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Zhang Ruochen's face did not show any emotional fluctuations, saying: "I would like to hear the details."

Yu Shenggao sits at the upper end, with extraordinary vigor. Each hair is flowing with sacred light. There is a stream of aura flowing around the body, swirling around, like sitting in the center of heaven and earth.

That's the kind of sage.

He said: "You should have heard the legend of the God of Iron God, but the legend is not true. Eight hundred years ago, was the person who obtained the God of Iron God Queen Chi Yao? Actually, no."

"The person who got the **** of fortune is the father of Empress Chi Yao, the emperor."

For this answer, Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all.

Eight hundred years ago, Chi Yao was still a teenage girl. How could she invite the ten master craftsmen to cast swords at the same time?

Only the emperor has such a appeal.

Yu Sheng continued: "The good fortune is divided into yin and yang, life and death, and black and white. What was originally formed was not a sword, but two handles."

"The top ten refining divisions tried their brains and used various methods to divide the forged iron into two, half black and half white. It took another eighty-one days to cast two swords. . One of them is a 'dead sword' and one is a 'living sword'. "

Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed and he said, "The white blood-stained sword of Empress Chi Yao is a dead sword?"

"It's a pity that it's blood-red." Yu Sheng nodded and sighed.

Zhang Ruochen pointed at Shen Yuan's ancient sword and asked, "Why is the raw sword broken?"

"Only the dead sword can cut off the live sword. Only the live sword can cut off the dead sword." Yu Sheng continued.

Zhang Ruochen was silent.

After a while, Yu Sheng said, "Do you know why the dead sword is called a dead sword? Why is the live sword called a live sword?"

"Why?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yu Sheng said in a hurry: "The so-called dead sword can absorb the blood of the world and continue to advance, and eventually become a forged sword. The world is invincible. Therefore, if you want to grow the dead sword, you must Constantly killing, the more blood absorbed, the stronger the dead sword. "

Zhang Ruochen said again: "So sword, why is it called sword?"

Yu Shengdao: "Dead swords can absorb the blood of the world and grow constantly. Raw swords can absorb the blades of the world and merge into the sword body, and they can continue to grow."

Zhang Ruochen nodded, and said, "I see! The blade is a weapon for killing. The raw sword can refine the blade and absorb the blade, naturally it is to save the world."

"exactly."

Zhang Ruochen sighed and said, "It's a pity that the sword is broken!"

Yu Sheng's expression changed, and he twisted his beard and smiled, and said, "It is not impossible to repair the raw sword. At least, our holy sword holy land has this ability. Because we had participated in the casting of the sword and knew very well The process of casting a sword. If you are assured, put the raw sword in the holy land of the Excalibur. After the successful repair of the raw sword, the old man will send it back to you in person. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "Can I trust you?"

Yu Sheng smiled and said, "If Divine Sacred Land wants to take your raw sword, do you think you can still walk out of this temple?"

"That makes sense."

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, held his fists in both hands, and gave a gift to Yu Sheng, saying: "In this case, thank you seniors. How to calculate the cost of repairing the sword?"

"Shenlin people don't know, they will look at each other tomorrow."

"The owner of this poem has some connection with our Excalibur. Since you know the poem, there is no need for any cost."

Yu Sheng said again: "Are you old and ask again, do you really have nothing else to say?"

Obviously, Yu Sheng is still looking forward. After all, he has waited for that poem for 300 years.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "The juniors do not understand the meaning of Yusheng seniors, and said goodbye."

Zhang Ruochen saluted again, then walked out of the temple.

Yu Sheng stared at the back of Zhang Ruochen's departure, his face was dignified, his mind was thinking quickly, and after a short while, the voice called Lu Chongyu.

Lu Chongyu knelt on the ground, hoeing to Yusheng, and said, "Old ancestor, what do you want?"

Yu Shengdao: "You will arrange for someone to investigate now, you must check his identity to the bottom, there must be no omissions."

Lu Chongyu wondered: "Old ancestor, what is this person's identity that deserves your elderly's attention?"

Yu Sheng sighed, "Some things don't come before you should know. Go ahead and do it!"

After Lu Chongyu left, Jade Saint turned into a white light and flew out of the temple.

Under the ground of the Excalibur Holy Land, a white altar with a height of ninety-nine feet was built in a cylindrical shape, as if cast from white jade.

On the surface of the altar, there are intricate lines, if you look closely, you will find a trace of blood flowing in those lines.

Yu Sheng came under the white altar, folded his hands, worshiped the altar, and said, "Grandpa, that poem appeared!"

"Wow!"

The blood lines on the white altar quickly flowed, making a huge sound like rivers rushing, roaring and deafening. The aura between heaven and earth became violent.

In the center of the white altar, a ray of smoke emerged, which gathered together into a ray of holy spirit.

If Zhang Ruochen was here, he could recognize that sacred soul. It was the Sixth Brother Lu Yuanzhi.

The sacred soul of Lu Yuanzhi, suspended above the white altar, exuded a white brilliance, made a vast voice, and said excitedly, "Is it Emperor Ming?"

Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "It's not the Emperor Ming, but a young man in his twenties."

Lu Yuanzhi's sacred soul showed a disappointed expression and sighed, saying: "Eight hundred years ago, I ordered the 'Altar' by the order of the Emperor Ming. It took 500 years to finally make the 'Altar'." Unfortunately, his old man has disappeared for 800 years and there is no news so far. Perhaps he has really died in the hands of the Emperor Qing and the Empress Chi Yao. "

The altar below Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul is the "Altar."

Eight hundred years ago, Emperor Ming issued a secret order, exhausting all resources to allow Lu Yuanzhi to cast the altar.

The altar is used to preserve the Holy Spirit of the Holy One, so that the Holy Spirit of the Holy One does not dissipate, and at the same time, it can accumulate the power of the Holy Ones.

It took five hundred years to exhaust all the resources of the Emperor Ming and the Excalibur Holy Land, and found that the project was huge.

It was true that Lu Yuanzhi had died of Shou Yuan three hundred years ago. With the magical power of the altar, he saved the holy spirit.

Yu Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "Although the man is just a young man, his name ... is a bit weird. Moreover, he also has a raw sword."

Originally, Lu Yuanzhi was disappointed after learning that the person was not Ming Emperor, but when he heard the words of Yu Sheng, he was so energetic that he immediately asked: "It was the original sword created by the Emperor Qing that he ordered to cast. ? "

"Yes," Yu Sheng said.

Lu Yuanzhi said: "You just said that the young man's name was weird. Why is it weird?"

Yu Sheng said: "His name is Zhang Ruochen."

"Zhang Ruochen."

Lu Yuanzhi read it again, and suddenly, his holy spirit trembled violently, and said, "Are you sure this name?"

"There is nothing wrong with it. I was surprised when I heard the name. After all, the crown prince has been dead for 800 years. Even if he is still alive, he should be more than 800 years old, not a 20 years old. Young people. "Yu Shengdao.

Lu Yuanzhi ’s sacred soul closed his eyes, and said in his mouth, "Zhang Ruochen, the creature sword, and that poem, how could it be so coincident? Is it really a young master?"

Yu Shengdao: "Grandpa, what should I do now?"

Lu Yuanzhi ’s sacred soul reopened his eyes and said, "This is incredible, I do n’t know what he is. If he is a younger brother, we will certainly do our best to help him. But I am worried that this It was the game of Queen Chi Yao's cloth. "

Yu Sheng's face changed, and she said, "Grandpa is worried. This Zhang Ruochen is the one sent by Empress Chi Yao to test us?"

"It's not impossible."

Lu Yuanzhi said: "Although the relationship between our holy sword holy land and the Zhang family is very secretive, the friendship between the Qing Emperor and the Ming Emperor may have some clues. Although it is very unlikely, we have to guard against it."

"For this Zhang Ruochen, our Excalibur Sacred Place can associate with him and help him as much as possible. However, we cannot disclose all the secrets to him, and we must retain some."

"Secondly, his identity must be checked, the clearer the better."

"Also, you can pass the news to the people in Mingtang now, and let the people in Mingtang contact Zhang Ruochen. Our holy sword holy land does not dare to meet the Emperor Chi Yao on the Ming side, but Mingtang dares."

"Also, the ancestor of Mingtang has a very close relationship with the younger brother. If she knows that the younger brother might be alive, she will definitely come to Dongyu immediately. She will personally confirm the identity of the younger brother to ensure nothing is wrong . "

Yu Sheng was a bit worried, saying: "What if he is really the one sent by Empress Chi Yao to check out our Excalibur ~ lightnovelpub.net ~"

"Haha! Queen Chi Yao is a decisive person. If she really doubts the head of our holy sword holy land, then no matter how we guard against the holy sword holy land, it will be difficult to escape the tribal disaster. Just as I said Yes, we just need to hand in the one Zhang Ruochen as much as possible, and leave the other things to Mingtang. "

Lu Yuanzhi again said: "Give me the sword of good fortune, I can use the strength of the altar to help him repair the sword. This is a sword of good, it is also time to make it reappear on earth, and the emperor of Chi Yao The dead sword competes. "

After Yu Sheng raised Shen Yuan's ancient sword, he stepped back three steps and left the altar under the ground.

Back at the temple on the top of Lingshan, Yusheng immediately burned the news about Zhang Ruochen on top of a messenger light rune.

"I hope he is really the Crown Prince."

Yu Sheng exhaled deeply, injecting a ray of holy into the light of communication.

"Wow!"

The messenger light run immediately turned into a streamer and flew towards Middle-earth.