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    "Of course. In fact, I came here specifically this time to take you to the Abandoned Sword Stone. In addition to some problems with the Abandoned Sword Stone recently, the family has begun to strictly prohibit others from approaching the Abandoned Sword Stone. Originally, the Tianmiao had this privilege.  But you drove away all the auditors of Tianmiao!" Luo Xinla said happily. From Luo Xinla's expression, the black-haired young man did not see any conspiracy. He thought that he was very sensitive.  Under perception, the emotional fluctuations of ordinary people will be seen. If Luo Xinla really has a plan, it can only be said that Luo Xinla has reached the level of the actor, but he did not hear any from Luo Xinla's tone.  What's strange? Luo Xinla brought two horses this time, one white and one gray. The black-haired young man recognized the white horse Luo Xinla's mount. It was obvious that the other black and gray horse was reserved for him. When he saw  The black-haired young man's eyes fell on the black and gray horse. Luo Xinla smiled and said, "Don't worry too much. Rasocom is a docile mare. Even a child can control it. There will be no problems."  Luo Xinla almost never saw the black-haired young man riding a horse along the way, so he naturally regarded him as the kind of noble boy who was in a high position. These noble boys often go out in front of each other, with close protection, and they are all friendly.  Riding in a luxuriously decorated carriage, in Luo Xinla's eyes, the black-haired young man was this kind of person. Accompanied by beautiful women and strong escorts, no aristocratic child with a certain status would do such a hard job of riding a horse in the wind and rain.  Contaminated, but because of his status, it is impossible to get high-end goods like a carriage, so he can only reluctantly bring in the mare that he used to train for riding. If the soldiers of the entire continent knew that they would kill millions and sweep across the entire continent, everyone would do it.  The frightened Imperial God of War was regarded by the female knight of the Tamasu family as a child of a noble who had no strength to restrain a chicken. He also brought a training mare to ride on him. He didn¡¯t know what his expression would be like. ¡°You guys stay here.  "I'll be back as soon as I go." The black-haired young man smiled. He knew that Luo Xinla also had good intentions. On the way, he hid in the carriage all the way in order not to be exposed. The other party thought that it was normal for him to have poor equestrian skills. He didn't think so.  He climbed onto Luo Xinla's black and gray mare with pleasure, and waved to the blank-faced imperial guards at the door. It was just a city in the clouds. The black-haired young man didn't think it was possible to threaten him, not to mention that he had already  Someone sent an order to Varisien. Within two days, Varisian's 20,000 imperial cavalry will forcefully press into the Tianmiao area. Under the absolute force, any conspiracy will be trampled to pieces by him!  "What's wrong with the abandoned sword stone?" The black-haired young man slowly rode his horse next to the petite female knight Luo Xinla. He looked at the complicated spider web-like slopes and streets of Yunzhong City with great interest.  I have to admit that cement as a building material has been used to its extreme here. The buildings are built in layers, surrounding the mountain one by one, like giant vines in myths and legends. Huge lights are hung on the corners of the road.  The soft light in the center of the plate brought brightness to the passage, making the whole street look less gloomy. The black-haired young man took one look at the soft light and knew that it was the brilliance of the sun. There must be a light on the top of the passage.  Some kind of device collects the rays of the sun and shines them here. Apparently there are far fewer people walking here, and most of them are guards with serene expressions and dignified and steady demeanor. Occasionally, there are one or two with strong figures, muscular bodies, and two men.  The bright-eyed tribal warriors could tell that Luo Xinla was not lying. There might really be something wrong with the Abandoned Sword Stone. The closer they got to the Tianmiao Square where the Abandoned Sword Stone was located, the tighter the guards around them became. Everyone looked different.  They all had solemn expressions on their faces, "There is no problem with the abandoned sword stone, it's the problem with His Highness, Young Highness Xilin." Luo Xinla said with twinkling eyes, "Your Highness, Xilin, is an outstanding warrior. You may not know that, for a top warrior,  , it is so difficult to seek further breakthroughs, and possessing a powerful weapon is almost equivalent to a sudden improvement in martial arts. However, powerful weapons are simply rare in a place like Yunzhong City, so Celine.  His Highness took a fancy to the prophet's abandoned sword. It is said that the prophet left his martial arts in the abandoned sword stone. Only those who have understood the prophet's martial arts can pull out the prophet's abandoned sword. Every year, many people come to learn the prophet's martial arts.  I hope to be able to pull out the Prophet's Abandoned Sword, but no one has ever succeeded. The one who persisted the longest did not leave the Abandoned Sword Stone for three full days. On the last third day, this person went crazy and caused many problems.  "People are injured." "Is there such a thing?" The black-haired young man was slightly stunned. He was full of contempt for the most elite warriors in this continent and the so-called martial arts. I can break anything with just one punch. One punch is not enough.  Just two punches!  Some people are crazy about martial arts. They are really weak. Of course, the black-haired young man would not say such things. He just said coldly at the corner of his mouth: "The Abandoned Sword Stone was the last place where the prophet stayed before he went to the south for the last time.  ?"It is said that the secret of the prophet is hidden there." Luo Xinla looked complicated and sighed slightly, "Her Highness Celine has not left the Abandoned Sword Stone for two days. Two hours ago, the family issued a martial law order. Although Her Highness Celine,  But if it is like the previous person, the family can only reluctantly issue the order to put Her Highness Xilin under house arrest. "When the Prophet went to the south for the last time, the construction of Yunzhong City should have just begun, and the materials used to build Yunzhong City were also  Did the prophet find it?  ¡± The black-haired young man glanced at the spires of the surrounding streets. Although the empire already had small-scale cement production, it was only a half-baked product based on memory. Both the durability and strength of the cement were inferior to what the black-haired young man had expected.  Grade, the Imperial Military Research Institute is still improved, but the results are not very good. Chemistry is really unfriendly to this era. It is difficult to expect the research masters who were blacksmiths to have a flash of inspiration, and the Yunzhong City in front of them  This undoubtedly made the black-haired young man think. The quality of the cement used to build Yunzhong City definitely exceeds what the empire is currently studying. Cement is a treasure. Once qualified cement can be obtained, the efficiency of building houses and paving roads will be greatly improved, and  Cement is also an excellent material for building strong fortresses. It has an extraordinary status in both military and civilian applications. The biggest gain of Yunzhong City this time is that in the eyes of the black-haired young man, cement is far more valuable than the Eye of God! "  The prophet built the Heavenly Temple in Yunzhong City, but that does not mean that the prophet built the Yunzhong City. I am afraid you have misunderstood." Luo Laxin rode on the horse, with a gorgeous smile, and said proudly, "Yunzhong City will be built by the prophet when the prophet arrives.  It already existed here before, but after the prophet arrived, he built the Temple of Heaven in Yunzhong City. Most people think it was the prophet who built Yunzhong City." "You mean that Yunzhong City already existed before the prophet arrived!  " The black-haired young man's eyes narrowed into a line, but his heart sank suddenly. Yunzhong City was not built by Fei Lan. It is probably more likely that it is a relic of a previous civilization. From this point of view, the Temple of Heaven was built by a prophet.  It remains to be verified. In all likelihood, Felan discovered the Tianmiao archives in Yunzhong City, so Prophet Felan stayed in Yunzhong City for a full two years before going south again, and finally disappeared in the so-called "Tian Temple" on the southern coast.  In the "gate", this shows that Prophet Ferran found a way to enter the gate of the land of God here. No wonder the woman Putamia pestered her to come to the Temple of Heaven. In all likelihood, there is no clue here.  , so just let yourself do it, maybe you can really make a breakthrough. In the eyes of Putamia, he and Prophet Feran are the same kind of people. If you can find Prophet Feran, you can also find it. "In front of you is the abandoned sword."  "It's dead." Luo Xinla suddenly lowered his voice and said, and at the same time handed his wooden saber to the black-haired young man, "Take this, they will only regard you as a warrior sent by the tribe to assist in martial law." Black-haired  The young man glanced at the checkpoint set up in front, and calmly took the wooden saber from Luo Xinla's hand. He was stunned when he held it in his hand. "Is there any problem?" Luo Xinla asked curiously. The black-haired young man himself is a weapon.  The master, the founder of the empire's peerless military industry, felt that the wooden scimitar in his hand was not a qualified weapon. As a true weapons master, the black-haired young man said, "If it is the scimitar I use, it will not only be tough  Moreover, the blade is also hard and sharp, the blade is not too thin, and the curvature is not too large. This is the case with the scimitar of the prairie cavalry. Few craftsmen care about whose hands their weapons fall into, but they care about the ability of the weapons they build.  It is extremely sharp. The form of this thing is far greater than the trial. The silver coating on the scimitar does not only make the wooden knife look better, but it does not help at all in terms of sharpness. It is just that this scimitar looks very strange. "" Maybe it is for  To make up for the lack of sharpness, in order to achieve a tougher purpose, the material is slightly softer, the blade is too thin, and the arc of the blade is so large, not only is it not conducive to cutting with force, but the attack distance is also greatly shortened, black hair  The young man paused, touched the edge of the wooden knife with his finger, and said in a deep voice, "This kind of scimitar is not suitable for chopping and stabbing. Instead, it can be used for countless cutting techniques. The scimitar is not used for  It is not used to block head-on confrontations with others, nor is it used to cut into heavy armor and cause damage to the opponent. It should fly and jump lightly, looking for targets in the opponent's vital points and joints. It should be used to slice open the enemy lightly.  "You know how to forge weapons?" Luo Xinla's pretty eyes were obviously deeply attracted by these remarks. As a female knight, it is natural to wear this kind of wooden sword all year round.  She knew the characteristics of this wooden sword, but the other party noticed something abnormal just by holding it in her hand. In fact, she had also talked closely with all the master builders in Cloud City. These were the best in Cloud City.  The craftsmen couldn't explain why the sword of Prophet Ferran was like this "Sword""The black-haired young man blinked. Does this thing have anything to do with swords? "This is an imitation version of the prophet's sword." Luo Xinla said with infinite sincerity, a blush flashed across her pretty face. The young man in front of her  The impression of this person is completely different from that of other blacksmiths. His explanation is undoubtedly more like an artist, a weapons master who pursues perfection but is also full of loneliness and loneliness. It seems that no one in his field can understand him.  Views and opinions, he could not even find a like-minded person. Luo Xinla finally knew what attracted her to the black-haired young man. It was this loneliness and isolation because the person she admired the most, a hundred years ago  Prophet Ferran is a peerless hero who is full of loneliness and loneliness, a saint who feels lonely and alone because he cannot be understood. After calmly passing three sentries, the Tianmiao Square where the abandoned sword stone is located is just ahead.  , pure white as snow wool and camel hair blankets are spread on the ground, the white lacquered table placed in front of it is simple and sturdy, on a huge rock about ten meters long and wide, a young woman with short hair is standing tall and strong  She wielded the scimitar and chopped lightly. The sword technique was fast and sharp, but it gave people a feeling of strength and weight. It was a real scimitar similar to the Luoxin Lamu scimitar. The woman's martial arts foundation was extremely deep.  , although the steps are light but solid, the shots are elegant but not frivolous. Looking at the young woman's light sword movement, the black-haired young man frowned slightly. This woman should be the young highness Xilin mentioned by Luo Xinla.  When he met with Marquis Tamasu in Nanero, this woman was beside Marquis Tamasu. She looked unconvinced with him at that time. Tamasu Xilin, the leader of the female knights of the Temple of Heaven, just glanced at him.  , the black-haired young man saw the fatal weakness in the sword skills. Tamasu Shilin's sword skills were too practical, so much so that even after exhausting the strength, the true arc of the scimitar was displayed. This kind of sword skills is more like a woman's.  This thought made the black-haired young man think of the female guard of Prophet Ferran in his last years. How could that old pervert of Prophet Ferran use such a light sword technique?  It would be nice to perform a witch sword dance with a scimitar like this. A piece of water mist began to appear in the sky. At such a high altitude, the water vapor was already very large, and the light of the sword on the boulder was even more crazy.  Like a carriage running at high speed, there is a cliff in front of it. "Your Highness Celine has been like this for two days. Every time when the fog rises, there is a possibility of losing control." Luo Xinla seems to be used to sudden fog, but her eyesight  I was very worried about Celine who was still wielding her sword in the fog. I don¡¯t know when, around Celine, more than a dozen female knights from the Temple of Heaven appeared in a circle with nervous expressions. No one knew what Celine would do.  When the time comes, he falls down or goes crazy. Even if this superb warrior loses his mind, his martial arts skills have already become an inseparable part of his body. As the first female knight in the Temple of Heaven, no one dares to imagine that once Celine goes crazy, only Black  The haired young man looked at the big stone calmly, and suddenly his attention was attracted by the raindrops next to it. Under the sight of the black-haired young man, the water splash on the big stone seemed to have turned into a pond in the rain, and the raindrops hit it.  Ripples appeared on the stone surface, and among the ripples, some shadows could be vaguely seen floating slowly, which were images left by the uneven ground.  If the black-haired young man didn't have a pair of extremely sharp eyes and keen perception, he would never notice these inconspicuous things.  Similarly, if he were not standing in such rain, the slight unevenness on the ground would not attract his attention.  Those are footprints, the footprints of the person who practiced the sword. For a person like the black-haired young man, the pace of the footprints and the characteristics of the scimitar can roughly restore the posture of the sword practitioner. "In the two years that Prophet Felan was in the Temple of Heaven,  Do you live next to this big rock?" the black-haired young man asked softly.  "How did you guess it?" Luo Xinla asked.  "It's nothing, I'm just curious." The black-haired young man hesitated for a moment, then held the wooden knife in his hand towards a shadow on the edge of the boulder and stepped on it towards a strange position. This Celine is just an ordinary person.  Although I may have sensed something, it is impossible to detect it very carefully, so it is like walking in front of a door, but I can't push it open no matter how hard I try, so I can only repeat it over and over again, hoping to find the one behind it.  Footprints Over time, people will really go crazy if they get bored!  Looking at the face of Marquis Tamasu, the black-haired young man decided to help. Marquis Tamasu still plays an important role in the temple and the empire. He can't really just watch his daughter go crazy. "What?"  "People!" "What do you want to do? Come down quickly." The female knights of the Temple were paying attention to Celine.The soldiers all looked at the black-haired young man who suddenly stepped forward. Luo Xinla did not expect that the black-haired young man would step up. Her delicate body was shaken, and she stared blankly at the figure holding the wooden scimitar in the rain.  Then he saw the other party stepping lightly on the water of the lake like a god.  One after another, the black-haired young men were spinning around in the rain, as if dancing happily.  At this moment, it was like seeing a glimmer of light in the trapped maze. Following the light, she ran hard. Completely immersed in it, Celine's clumsy and nimble steps began to become smoother under the guidance of the black-haired young man.  More and more weird.  "Everyone, wait and see," someone inside the female knight shouted. Others also felt that Celine had changed, and her footsteps were no longer repeated. Celine's eyes were radiating hot light, as if all the rainwater was being burned away.  The body twisted strangely and quickly, and flew to the side like lightning.  That kind of movement, that kind of speed is simply beyond what human beings can achieve. It is so weird and incredible, so fast. At that moment, there is no one, only the knife. Suddenly, the young highness Xilin looks up to the sky and roars, and the roar is full of difficulty.  Suppressed joy and excitement.  Everyone who heard the whistle seemed to feel the same joy and excitement, and the people around them gathered around.  Just as everyone was looking at their young highness in surprise, something even more surprising happened to them.  Celine suddenly knelt down in the rain, looked up to the sky, her face was full of tears of excitement, her hands were clasped tightly, her expression was full of piety.  Everyone's mouths were wide open, looking at everything in front of them, and they had even forgotten to cheer.  No one noticed that the black-haired young man walked down from the edge of the stone platform and casually broke off a round dark gray pebble from the edge of the stone platform. It turns out that the route to find the Eye of God is on the stone platform.  The black-haired young man regretted a little. When he reached the end of his steps, he realized that it was too late. Who would have thought that this pebble randomly embedded on the edge of the stone platform like a miscellaneous stone was the ruined one that all forces were trying to find.  Eye of God!  The black-haired young man didn't want to believe it, but the moment he held it in his hand, he knew that this was the Eye of God. No wonder so many people couldn't find it. This Eye of God seemed to be lost in a maze.  , if you don¡¯t take the right steps, you won¡¯t see that position!  "Your Highness, Your Highness Celine!" Celine's body softened on the stone platform. Even her iron body couldn't bear it after dancing for two days. The moment she collapsed to the ground, Celine's eyes swept over the black-haired young man's face.  The back view, the delicate body trembled slightly. For Celine, who was deeply trapped, it was this figure that brought her out of the maze. At this moment, this figure was infinitely different from the figure of the prophet Ferran whom she had heard about since she was a child.  Overlapping together, no one can unlock the secret of the abandoned sword stone, only the prophet!
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