Chapter 36: Divine fetus, magic fetus, 4 sword prototypes

After laughing, Zhang Bairen's expression was bitter: "This time I am owed a lot of favor. This is a bronze of Shouyang Mountain. I thought that the jade pendant given to me by Empress Xiao was just a clue to the path of immortality, but I never thought that I would get the first head directly. Yangshan Bronze, this favor is a bit big!"
　　 After all, Zhang Bairen knew that although Empress Xiao was a queen, her life was definitely not as good as this Yangshan bronze.
　　 Yang Guanggui is the emperor, and he is definitely not as valuable as the bronze of Yangshan.
　　 "If something happens to the queen in the future, I will have a big deal to help. It just happens that Lao Yang has a lot of family affairs, and I use this sword to test the heroes of the world." Zhang Bairen tightened his cloak.
　　 On the second day, Zhang Bairen came to the river bank early, and it was not until midday that he saw Huaishui Water God walking out with a package on his back.
The package was 1.5 meters long, the thickness of an adult's calf, and it was shrouded in thin black cloth. The river came to Zhang Bairen, "No, this is the bronze of Shouyang Mountain. It is a treasure between heaven and earth. If you want to To refine the sword, it is enough for you to refine four or five handles. If it were not for the fact that I could not separate this bronze, Wanwan would not give you so much, it would be cheaper for you."
If you want to smelt the bronze of Shouyang Mountain, you must ask someone for help. Asking someone for help will not ensure that the news will not be leaked. When the time comes, all parties will be watching like flies. So many old guys are thinking about you. Sooner or later it will fall.
　　 So after thinking about it, Huai Shui Shui God simply did not do this loss-making business, but directly gave Zhang Bairen a favor.
　　 "So sinking" Zhang Bairen staggered and was almost knocked down by the package. The sword in his hand subconsciously enveloped the bronze in the package, and the bronze actually resonated with Zhang Bairen's consciousness.
　　 It shouldn't be said that it resonated with Zhang Bairen, but it resonated with the sword fetus in Zhang Bairen's soul. They are all congenital things, and they will inevitably have similarities.
　　 "The virtuous brother will smelt this Yangshan bronze in the future, but it is a trouble. If you can't find someone you trust, don't ask anyone to help you casually" Huai Shui Water God warned.
　　 "Big brother, don't worry, little brother will be careful in the future" Zhang Bairen stroked the iron bump in his arms, as if he was stroking a woman, looking at the Huai Shui water is extremely cold.
　　 "Okay, let's check the situation for my brother. Three days later, you and my brother will rush to the water mansion together" Huai Shui Water God said with a wry smile.
　　 Zhang Bairen nodded: "Brother is going by himself."
　　 Looking at Zhang Bairen, who looked obsessed, the God of Huai Shui trembled and turned away.
In fact, Zhang Bairen was obsessed with him, but he tried his best to suppress the restless sword fetus in his family. Seeing the water of Huai Shui walking away, Zhang Bairen hurriedly carried dozens of catties of Shouyang Mountain bronze and drove the sheep home. After walking into the mountain, the sword fetus in his body could no longer be suppressed, and the four consciousnesses in the sword fetus rushed into the copper and iron in Yu Duxiu's arms.
　　"Om"
After a weird tremor and resonance, it seemed to follow a certain context, only to hear four vibrating strange sounds in succession, and then Zhang Bairen was dumbfounded and quickly released himself. With the iron knot in his arms, he pulled the cloth apart, and saw that the original piece of Shouyang Mountain bronze had been turned into four parts.
　　 Looking at the round and burning fire stick in front of him, if round and round is considered a sword, Zhang Bairen just wanted to hit him to death.
The bronze of Shouyang Mountain is turned into four flat and round'pillars'. You can imagine the appearance of Yang Guoxuan's iron sword. You are not an epee without a sharp sword. Since you are split, you can simply form a sword, and save yourself. Trouble, I will bother to sacrifice later.
　　 These are indeed four swords.
　　 The four ugliest and least sword-like swords, if it is a stick, some people believe it.
　　 But Zhang Bairen could feel that the energy of the sword fetus had been integrated into the four swords, and they were constantly echoing his sword intent, only waiting for his own practice.
In fact, the process of Zhang Bairen's cultivation is very simple. The process of cultivation is the process of practicing swords. First, Zhang Bairen must nurture his own sword intent, and then he will produce his own four sword fetuses, filtering out the innate sword fetuses through these four long swords. The power in the sword absorbs the power in the innate sword fetus and turns it into his own sword fetus, so that the sword fetus is available and the sword is also sacrificed.
　　 In other words, Zhang Bairen cannot be absorbed directly by the congenital sword fetus. Instead, he has to break into the four long swords, nurtured by the long swords, and then be incorporated into his own sword fetus.
At the same time, Zhang Bairen must continue to use the long sword to temper his sword intent, and constantly cut his own sword intent into the long sword, and use it to respond to the long sword, until the sword intent is completely integrated into the long sword, and he is done. .
　　 It's troublesome to say, but it's even more troublesome to do. First of all, you have to condense your own sword intent. With enough sword intent, you can condense your sword fetus, and then absorb the strength of the innate sword fetus, turning the virtual into reality...
Seeing his own sword intent, Zhang Bairen shook his head: "In the future, the strength of the innate sword fetus can only be used as a trump card. I have to conceive my own sword intent and condense my own sword fetus. This is a big trouble. It's so long and far away!"
　　 Zhang Bairen finally felt that time was not enough, and he might not be able to condense his kendo consciousness to the point of a sword fetus in his entire life. This would require a lot of hard work, a lot, and a lot.
　　 Looking at the Shouyangshan bronze in his hand, Zhang Bairen entangled it again. The inexplicable Shouyangshan bronze actually became lighter. It seemed to weigh only a dozen catties and was carried by Zhang Bairen on his back.
"In the future, I will nurture the sword intent day and night. I will cultivate the sword intent to kill the immortal first, and then release the seven souls." Zhang Bairen smiled bitterly and drove the flock away and began to herd the flock in the mountains: "I forgot to ask my cheap brother, I don’t know. What did the empress of the dynasty come here?"
　　 "Internally nurturing the fetus of the gods, externally nurturing the fierce fetus, using the gods to suppress the fierce, and the fierce to nourish the spirit" Zhang Bairen carefully comprehended the magic of the sword.
　　 Zhang Bairen's body has a nurturing fetus, that is, a sword fetus, and the four swords must conceive a fierce fetus with killing and air. The fierce gods interact and harmoniously with each other, and then they can meet the heaven and earth.
　　 "It's weird! It's weird! This sword art is too evil, if it weren't for nothing, I wouldn't be able to practice" Zhang Bairen pouted his lips and looked at the battlefield in the distance: "It's time to go to the battlefield to raise a baby."
Zhang Bairen allowed the sheep to eat the grass by himself, sneaking along the way, and came to the previous battlefield. He watched the blood stains on the ground that had not dried up yet, touched the four iron bars behind him, and watched the roaring and restless battle in the sky. Soul, pulled out the iron rod behind him, and plunged into the mud.
Mortals can’t see it, but now Zhang Bairen’s sword intent is poured into his eyes, and he can clearly see the evil spirit, murderous aura, and battle spirit in the air as if it is like a monstrous waterfall, poured into the four long swords. Even the blood stains on the ground turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared into the air.
　　 The corpse buried in the soil is constantly turning to ashes, becoming a loess embryo.
"Good evil sword art, I haven't activated it yet. The sword fetal consciousness in these four swords actually automatically senses, forming an aura, absorbing all the evil spirits." Watching countless battle spirits disappear, Zhang Bairen stood blankly. There: "This is the magic sword! The killing sword!"
　　 After speaking, Zhang Bairen said nothing, and started rushing to the next battlefield.
　　 After a full day of galloping, Zhang Bairen himself was too tired, but apart from the long sword turning black, there was no reaction at all. It seemed that the evil aura and murderous aura in the day were not absorbed by the four long swords.
"It's a long way to go. If I want to consolidate sword intent quickly, I can only continue to kill people! It happens that the Mobei Turks are in trouble, and there is no obstacle in my heart to kill these alien races. I condense the sword fetus as soon as possible, so I can liberate me soon. "Seven Souls" Zhang Bairen rubbed his nose, looked at the setting sun, turned around to drive the sheep away, and left the battlefield.
　　 The strangeness of the battlefield, no one noticed that outside this desolate Great Wall, no one would come to check on the battlefield at all. In this age when human lives are not as good as dogs, they die when they die, and life is important.
"I want to live, and live well! So the only person buried in the soil is someone else, never me!" Zhang Bairen was in the cold wind, carrying four long swords on his back, dissipating in the wind and sand, driving away the sheep. The group rushed towards the village.
　　 "You go up the mountain when you go up the mountain, and what are you doing with the firewood?" Looking at the ball of Zhang Bairen's back, Zhang's mother looked distressed and a touch of self-blame in her eyes.