"The most famous swordsmithing clan in the Southern Sea Islands is none other than Longquan's Mo Clan.
All the swords forged by the Mo Clan have powerful sword Qi, so they are widely sought after by sword cultivators in the world.
Over the past thousand years, the Mo Clan has forged countless famous swords. Thirty years ago, the current Patriarch of the Mo Clan forged a treasured sword. The power of this treasured sword even attracted the wrath of the heavens, which wanted to destroy it.
On the day the treasured sword was born, lightning intersected and thunder rumbled. With a wave of the sand seal, thunder and lightning shook heaven and earth, and a several-hundred-meter-long lightning snake swam.
It could really be called the heavens under the lightning of the nine heavens, and its lightning illuminated the Southern Sea. The Mo Clan used all their strength to protect this treasured sword from the vast lightning tribulation.
After that, the Mo Clan's name resounded throughout the Southern Sea, and their reputation was unparalleled.
However, things were hard to predict. Such a prosperous swordsmithing family was destroyed in a single night twenty years ago! Do you know why? "
In an antique teahouse, there were many customers drinking tea. The old gentleman who was giving a commentary was talking and laughing. However, he stopped when he reached a crucial point. He sat up straight and took a sip of tea, keeping the customers in suspense.
Clang.
An object shining with silver light was thrown onto the table in front of the storyteller. The storyteller took a closer look and saw that it was an ingot of silver.
"Why is this? Old Sir, give me a good lecture. If you do well, you will be rewarded. "A gentle voice came from the corner of the teahouse.
The storyteller's turbid eyes flashed with uncontrollable joy. He hurriedly put away the silver and looked at the generous guest.
'What a handsome young man. Which family's young master is this?'
The storyteller exclaimed in his heart.
A tall and slender young man entered his sight. He was unusually handsome, and his eyes were clear and bright. He sat in the corner of the teahouse with a smile on his face.
It was Lu Qingshan, who had left Zhenjiang Prefecture!
"Thank you for the reward, Young Master." The storyteller hurriedly continued, "Success is because of the treasured sword, failure is also because of the treasured sword."
"The Mo Clan was prosperous for a period of time because they forged this treasured sword that could trigger the wrath of the heavens. However, when one reaches the pinnacle of prosperity, one must decline. The Mo Clan's decline was precisely because of this treasured sword."
"This sword is called the Three-Foot Edge. There's a poem that says, 'The Three-Foot Edge in the box on my back, slays a Flood Dragon where there is one.' This is a description of the power of this sword. It's said that this sword can drink the blood of a Flood Dragon. Although the Mo Clan doesn't mention it, this saying is still widely spread."
"But you have to know that the sea has always been the territory of aquatic demons.
Among all water-kind creatures, flood dragons were the most powerful ones. The saying that a three-foot sword could slay a flood dragon was widely spread. How could the violent and arrogant flood dragons tolerate the Mo Family?
In a single night, a thousand flood dragons wreaked havoc in the ocean, setting off terrifying waves. In the blink of an eye, the thousand-year-old swordsmithing clan was annihilated. Even the island the Mo Clan was on sank into the ocean. "
The storyteller finished the story in one breath, then turned his gaze to Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan didn't disappoint him. With a flick of his wrist, another ingot of silver flew out.
Seeing that the storyteller had received two large ingots of silver in the blink of an eye, the customers in the teahouse were a little jealous. Immediately, someone knocked on the teacup with wooden chopsticks and said in dissatisfaction, "Storyteller, is there anything new? You don't know how many times you've said this troublesome swordsmithing clan. This handsome young master is here for the first time. He hasn't heard of it and still thinks it's something new. We old customers aren't so easy to fool."
"That's right. Give me something new. It's so boring …" The crowd gathered, and immediately, many other teahouse customers followed suit.
The storyteller happily put away the silver. His eyes turned, and he greeted with a smile, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll tell you something new."
He wasn't stupid. This kind of generous gesture was obviously only a one-time occurrence. He still had to rely on these old customers in the teahouse for his meals. Naturally, he couldn't afford to offend them.
After thinking for a while, the storyteller gently waved his paper fan, and started talking again. "It's said that in this boundless sea, there's a long-lived whale species. It's huge and loves to sleep. It floats on the surface of the sea, and every time it sleeps, it'll sleep for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. It won't be affected by wind or rain. Slowly, it evolved into an island …"
"A long-lived whale island? Storyteller, I asked you to tell us something new. You don't have anything in your stomach. Are you trying to fool us with this nonsense?!" The customer who had just spoken immediately said in dissatisfaction.
The old storyteller widened his eyes. "How can you accuse me of something like this …"
"What do you mean by innocence? A long-lived whale island? How big is that long-lived whale? Why don't you tell me about it? If you tell me something good, although I'm not as generous as this young master, I can still reward you with some money even if I have to endure being scolded by my wife at home, "the customer said loudly.
The old storyteller hemmed and hawed for a long time, but he could not give a general idea.
The customer caught the storyteller's words. "It's nonsense indeed. You can't even make it up properly. You're exposed in an instant!"
The storyteller's face instantly flushed red. The veins on his forehead bulged as he argued, "Artistic embellishment can't be considered as fabrication … whitewashing! Can the storyteller's story be considered as nonsense? "
The crowd could not help but roar with laughter. The teahouse was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
After a long while, the laughter of the customers calmed down. The storyteller's expression also gradually returned to normal. He waved his hand. "Forget it, forget it. This time, this old man will tell you something absolutely new."
The teahouse was once again filled with laughter.
"Have you heard about what happened in the Qing Province's Zhenjiang Prefecture?" The storyteller's expression was solemn.
"I heard some news. It seems like three months ago, there was a huge commotion over there. The entire Manor suffered heavy casualties, and the Zhenjiang Prefectural City was reduced to rubble …" said a well-informed customer who was drinking tea.
Gasp!
The other tea drinkers all sucked in a breath of cold air upon hearing this.
"The prefecture was reduced to ruins?"
"How's that possible? How many people must have died?"
“.....”
His words stirred up a thousand ripples.
Lu Qingshan did not expect to hear news about Zhenjiang Prefecture even though he was so far away from it.
The storyteller was clearly very satisfied with the customers' reactions. He waved his paper fan proudly and said, "That's right. More than three months ago, there was an unprecedented chaos in Zhenjiang Prefecture. Out of the four million people in Zhenjiang Prefecture, only about a million survived after that disaster.
"More importantly, the aftermath of this matter." The storyteller paused and took another sip of tea to catch his breath. He shook his head and said, "The Da Xia Kingdom has set the era name of Chang 'an as such for 20,000 years.
However, after the chaos in Zhenjiang Prefecture, the Da Xia Kingdom's Grand Preceptor, the Temple Lord of the Divine Secrets Temple, used a heaven-defying technique to steal a sliver of Divine Secrets.
It's said that the sliver of Divine Secrets foretold that the Da Xia Kingdom would be plunged into unprecedented chaos. Zhenjiang Prefecture was just the beginning.
Because of this, the Da Xia Kingdom changed the era name to 'Tianyuan' after 20,000 years in Chang 'an! "
At the end of his words, the storyteller tapped the wooden table lightly.
"Tianyuan? Old Sir, you're saying that the new era name is Tianyuan?! " Under the storyteller's astonished gaze, the handsome young master who was generous stood up and asked in surprise.
The storyteller was a little confused and nodded. "Yes, Young Master. Three days ago, the Da Xia Kingdom announced to the world that the new era name would be Tianyuan."
Tianyuan!
Lu Qingshan was extremely shocked.
According to the original plot development, the new era name should be Xianwu.
How did it become Tianyuan?!
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