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Maple leaves from the temple.

Ma Yuan naturally did not know. Not even Maple Leaf Valley, let alone something in the Valley.

"Ugh--"

The skeleton sighed and asked Ma Yuan inadvertently.

"How long has it been since the Western Chu Overlord Xiang Yu died?"

Lying grass in Ma Yuan's heart, why is there still Xiang Yu, is this not the Datang era?

"I don't know how long it is."

Ma Yuan replied on time.

The skeleton sighed again. I don’t know how long it is. It’s a very distant story. No wonder people have forgotten the existence of Maple Leaf Temple.

"You and I are also destined. So, boy, you can't get out for the time being. It's better to listen to me telling the story of Yin and Yang Devil is also the story of this ancient temple."

Ma Yuan sat honestly on a gray mat, helpless, acquiesced in his willingness to listen to this story.

Skeleton held up the two swords in his hand and touched them gently, just like his elders treated his grandchildren, and began to talk about what happened in that long time.

In the small grass hut next to the Yellow River, the sword-caster couple who once lived in a poor life.

The husband and wife are extremely loving and depend on each other.

The husband is a general and is obsessed with the skill of casting swords, but he has not been satisfied with the swords he has forged, because whenever a "perfect" sword is created by him, he will want to be better.

The general made a throw, and the abandoned sword piled up outside the door to form a sword mound.

The villagers thought that the sword created by the couple did not want it, and they all laughed at this man who was not talented and stupid.

The cadre is too lazy to refute, and his attitude does not need to prove to those who do not understand the sword. Therefore, only his wife can understand him.

Mo Xie is also a skilled swordsmith. She and the generals study together and build together.

Every time after a difficult period, when the sword of satisfaction of the cadre's heart is completed, the cadre will always suddenly change his mind and make more demands.

At this point, Mo Xie never protested or expressed dissatisfaction. She just wanted to support the man beside her and support his dream.

Knowing this, the officer is very grateful to Mo Xie, and also guilty that his wife cannot live a prosperous and comfortable life.

When he no longer made higher demands, the master thought he had done it, so he went to visit the swordsmiths everywhere with confident works and challenged them.

The works of countless masters are ashamed under his sword, and the name of the master has spread throughout the land of Chu Han.

There is a peerless master in the world.

The general found him in seclusion, and it is said that his cast sword not only cuts iron like mud, but also inhabits souls.

Swords with souls are said to be magic swords with incredible power. If you can compete with the Excalibur, the general will have no guilt in his life, and many things will become worthwhile.

When he came to the door with his love sword, the master did not show up, but ordered his disciples to take a hand out of the sword pile at the door.

With a light wave, the sword created after ten years of research is easily cut in half.

The master's disciple smiled slightly, as if he was laughing at the overpowered officer.

shame. A shame that is hard to tell.

The general will flee and flee. Failure is like an insurmountable sky in his heart. He is thinking about it insanely anyway.

The officer returned home without saying anything, not even mentioning the caring wife.

In the days to come, the general will repeat the boring casting career. The flames of the furnace are not extinguishing day and night. In his heart, apart from casting swords, he can never think of anything else. Compared with the past, casting swords is no longer an easy topic such as ideal interest.

He had completely forgotten his original intention, and his body was getting weaker without even noticing. Mo Xie looked in his eyes and asked the master several times what happened to his visit to the master.

But he said nothing, even impatient to deal with Moxie. He only had the sword in his heart, and only the sword could continue his humiliating life.

The reputation of the generals spread all over the country, and finally one evening, a mysterious person came to visit quietly.

He took a sword from the iron box, and the momentum of the sword itself awakened the obsessed general.

"this is……"

There is no doubt that this is like a master, a sword with soul.

"This sword guards the miracle of Taikoo. Its name is Ju Que, and there is a soul in it: it is a sword-even a shield. Anyone who approaches it will be torn by the blade."

Said the mysterious man.

If you don’t go to the Three Treasure Halls, the master will ask the mysterious man,

"This sword... what do you want me to do?"

"You can study him to your heart's content, on the condition that you help me make an identical sword, and the time limit is three years. If you can't think of a way to cast another one, I will ask Gao Ming."

The arrogant officer promised that he had never been willing to succumb to others in the matter of casting sword talent.

The mysterious man laughed and disappeared in situ.

Six months later, the cadre quickly discovered the secret of this magical soldier.

The general trembled, and could not believe his inner thoughts. This ancient sword named Ju Que, its core is the fifth-order holy stone.

The person who settled down on the holy stone was a soul who was at least a strong man in the holy domain.

Sacrifice swords with spirits is a method forged by fierce soldiers, but it is a taboo for swordsmiths. This method is circulated among swordsmiths. Swords must have flaws and can bite the master.

The master who defeated the master general, the sword is like life, it is a ghost axe by the skill of the swordsmith, it is not a soul placement.

The master thought that he could not accomplish his ideals with this kind of deviation.

However, the leader noticed that this giant que was not as hostile as the soldiers should be, and even full of sacred and inviolable. This is a very successful work.

"I know, even if it is a living person who makes swords, as long as the skills arrive, it is not a murderer, it is the same.

Awakening at this point, the general laughed a few times and did not notice that he was on a dangerous path. He excitedly began to study Ju Que and learned how to make swords with living people.

While indulging, the general did not even notice his wife approaching quietly. When his wife was sleeping, the wife watched the things the leader studied.

That was the method of living swords for living people. At first, Mo Xie shook her head, but the more she looked, the more she was attracted, and finally Mo Xie smiled.

Because, his husband found a way to success.

Soon, two years have passed.

The sword made by Qianjiang has been formed, but his sword has not really been completed. The method of refining swords by living people naturally requires living people. The swords made by masters only need real-name strongmen to jump into the iron furnace in order to succeed.

It's just that he can't let a real-name strong man have unlimited rebirth, and such a person who is on the road to the **** of death sacrifices his sword.

I'm afraid only I jumped down.

The master has been refining his sword for many years, and his mind has become a demon. Just as he was about to jump down, a raider jumped into the fire before him.

That day, Mo Xie sacrificed his sword.

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