Eternal Tranquility

After flying far away, Liu Qinghuan looked back and could vaguely see the fairy stone like a big mushroom. Zhang Nianyu was probably hiding nearby to lick the wounds of losing again.

Liu Qinghuan smiled lightly, avoided the activity range of the ancient beast, and headed southeast.

This time he came out, and it was another five or six years before and after. It was time for him to go back and take a look.

Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry, and just let Chu Yi fly forward slowly and leisurely, but Xiao Hei refused to come out of the Songxi Cave Sky Map, saying that he wanted to help take care of the medicine field.

Taking care of the medicine field is fake, but wanting to secretly take the magic medicine is real. Liu Qinghuan opened a medicinal field dedicated to growing elixirs for refining spirit beasts. The guy would steal one from time to time. Liu Qinghuan threatened him to steal as many elixirs as he could and gave him as little elixirs as possible before he restrained himself.

Different from when we came here, there were people everywhere in the Eastern Wasteland at this time, and there were more and more people as we went south. If Fengqi Forest was not too far to the north and there was an ancient giant beast nearby, there would definitely be a lot of people there.

Ten days later, he arrived near a market.

Although the size of this market is not large, it is quite prosperous due to the coming and going of monks.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't hide his surprise. In just a few years, markets have appeared in the Eastern Wasteland. So, are the various sects going to start dividing their territories? It's worth asking about.

Falling into the market, there are various shops on both sides of the street. There are also many people setting up stalls directly on the street, and there are constant hawking sounds.

Most of the people around were Qi-training monks, and there were also quite a few Foundation-building monks, but the Golden Core monks didn't look at any of them. Liu Qinghuan suppressed his cultivation to the middle of the construction period, and slowly walked past with the flow of people, occasionally stopping to take a look at the things sold at the stalls.

Many things are used by low-level monks. Things used by high-level monks are generally not placed in this roadside stall, at least they are placed in shops. So he quickly lost interest and walked along the street, looking for Wenshipai's shop.

"I heard that another batch of things from the Broken Sword Territory has arrived at Xiling Trading Company. Do we want to go and take a look?" The Foundation Establishment monk walking in front of him was talking to his friends in a low voice, which was overheard by Liu Qinghuan.

Remnant Sword Domain? What is this place.

"Really? Let's go quickly, otherwise we'll be robbed again soon!"

The two of them ran forward in a hurry. Liu Qinghuan looked at their backs thoughtfully, then followed after thinking for a while.

As the street turned in front, the sound of people could be heard. Many monks were gathered in front of a shop, trying to squeeze in. The monks in the shop were so anxious that they shouted: "Don't crowd, don't crowd, everyone in the back will line up." , don’t be crowded! There’s a lot of things coming this time, everyone has a share, don’t be crowded!”

It's a pity that he shouted until his voice became hoarse, and no one listened to him. Others should squeeze in or out, with expressions of excitement on their faces.

Liu Qinghuan asked a male foundation-building cultivator standing next to him: "What are you doing? Are there any treasures?"

The male cultivator was so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind. There was a scary big head on his slender neck, which seemed like it would break if he was not careful. Therefore, he did not go to crowd with others. When Liu Qinghuan asked, he casually replied: "It's not a great treasure, it's just some broken sword fragments."

"Fragments? What's there to argue about?"

The skinny male cultivator turned around and looked at him up and down at this moment: "Of course it's because these are from the Remnant Sword Realm."

Liu Qinghuan smiled and cupped his hands: "I just arrived in the Eastern Wasteland, but I don't know where this Broken Sword Territory is?"

At this time, another person next to him spoke up: "You don't even know about the Broken Sword Domain!"

The man clicked his tongue twice in surprise: "The Broken Sword Realm is a great secret realm that was discovered a few years ago. It is said that it used to belong to a great demon cultivator sect. There are so many swords in it that they form a mountain. There must be at least thousands of them." Woolen cloth."

Liu Qinghuan remembered that when he met Liu Gaizhi a few years ago, he once mentioned that he had discovered a great secret realm in the east, so he asked, "Is that secret realm in the east?"

"Yes, even though it has been around for a long time, there are still many people there."

Liu Qinghuan showed his surprise at the right time: "So, there are so many swords in it, just go in and find one, why buy broken sword fragments?"

The skinny male cultivator reached out and patted his shoulder: "Brother, it seems you really don't know anything. If only it were so easy to find the sword, you can't just go in and pick out the sword at will." This is a place where every sword has its own chosen owner, and every sword is full of spirituality. If it doesn’t belong to you, even if you take it by force, it won’t be used by you.”

"Is there such a thing?" Liu Qinghuan was really surprised this time.

"Yes, and each person can only take one when entering. If he takes more, he will be attacked by a group of swords around him. Many people can't even get one because they can't get the recognition of the sword. However, someone later discovered that There are many broken swords in there that do not have these restrictions. Once brought out and melted, they become excellent materials for making swords, and the swords made are more spiritual than other swords. "

Liu Qinghuan thought of the spiritual swords chasing him in the Treasure Washing Pond, and thought that no matter how powerful the spiritual swords in the Remnant Sword Domain were, could they compare to those?

Probably seeing that he didn't quite believe it, the skinny male cultivator laughed, pointed at the crowd crowded in front of Xiling Commercial Bank and said: "Don't believe it yet, look! These people are almost exhausted, just to get a piece of The fragments will tell you whether they are true or not. Alas, it seems that I am lost again."

"Haha, your figure is quite awkward." The monk on the other side laughed: "But I am the same, I am impatient to squeeze in with others."

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "If you ask me, instead of buying a fragment, I would rather go to the Broken Sword Domain and take a gamble."

"It's easy to say. How do you know we haven't gone in?"

"Yes, I have also entered, but before I took ten steps, I was frightened out by the terrifying sword intent."

"Yes, when I entered, I seemed to be stared at by countless pairs of sharp or bloodthirsty eyes in an instant, and my heart was almost shattered. After all, our cultivation level is too low. Going in is simply courting death. I think at least Only a monk with a golden elixir or above can enter the Sword Mountain."

"Have you heard? It is said that there is a sword soul deep in the Broken Sword Realm!"

"What's the sword soul? I heard there's an immortal sword in it."

"Immortal sword! Some time ago, didn't I say that Master Qingxuan of the Wenshi Sect got a very powerful sword in it? I wonder if it is an immortal sword..."

The two chatted enthusiastically, and Liu Qinghuan listened with great interest. When he heard this, he couldn't help but be startled: "Master Qingxuan?"

He seemed to have never heard of such a person from the Wenshi sect, and asked again: "What's his name?"

"Huh? It seems his surname is Lu..."

"Lu Enming?"

"Well, that should be the name."

Senior Brother Lu has a nickname, Liu Qinghuan is very happy.

Taoist names are usually given by the elders in the sect after forming the alchemy, based on their own skills, style of conduct, personality, etc. Some are also given by others after they have become famous. Taoist numbers are of great importance, and few people choose them by themselves. They must be recognized by others.

For example, if Liu Qinghuan gave himself a moniker such as Ling Tian or Ba Tian, ​​which sounds like he would be dragged to the sky, he would attract ridicule from others.

It seems that Senior Brother Lu's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and his Taoist title is a recognition of his strength. However, Senior Brother Lu, who was cold and taciturn and focused solely on swordsmanship, was indeed worthy of such a reputation.

After chatting with the two people for a while, he also learned a lot about the recent happenings in the world of immortality.

The bustle in front of the Xiling Commercial House lasted for more than an hour. Liu Qinghuan did not go to crowd with the people. He only put his spiritual sense in and saw the broken sword fragments among the people.

Touching his chin, he could feel the sharp sword energy remaining on those swords, which was somewhat interesting. The Broken Sword Realm? It seems that I can go and take a look when I have time.

After the excitement subsided, he said goodbye to the two foundation-building monks, and soon found a huge shop at the end of the main street, with the Wenshi Sect's logo engraved on the lintel.

He walked in casually and saw an acquaintance: "Senior Brother Wang?"

Wang Xu was leading a foundation-building monk out. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled in surprise: "Junior Brother Liu!"