sword sentient beings

Chapter 72
The white-haired swordsman sat under the plum tree.

At this season, the plum blossoms are not in bloom, only crooked and coiled dead branches, like the white hair on a swordsman's head, withered and lonely.

The boys and girls stood in front of him, feeling uneasy in their hearts, but years of upbringing made them hold on, not showing any signs of timidity.

The white-haired man glanced at these young people in brocade clothes, and the corner of his mouth was raised, showing a rare smile, showing that he was in a happy mood.

As for why he is happy, only he himself knows.

"you--"

He casually pointed to a boy in the front.

The young man showed joy, stepped forward quickly, bowed and said: "Little man Wuhe Zhuang's Zhuang Nian, I pay my respects to the swordsman, the swordsman has always been safe?"

Pei Shoujing frowned. Zhuang Nian talked too much, and he opened his mouth before the swordsman asked. It seemed that he didn't listen to a word he said.

The white-haired man asked, "What did your family bring you?"

Zhuang Nian was taken aback, he didn't expect the white-haired man to come up and ask this.

The family brought him the inside information, of course they were not afraid to show it to the swordsman, and even hoped that the swordsman would take a look at their family's Chong Baogao.But he felt in his heart that the white-haired man should first ask about his background, then test his ability, then check his family's family background, and finally look at the background.

Why don't you take the first few steps and just look at the treasure?

Would it be too...vulgar?

He slandered like this, but he didn't dare to lose respect, took out the box from his bosom, bowed and said: "This is the Ivy Sword handed down by the family."

Opening the box, I saw a four-foot-long sword with a faint blue color, and the lines on the sword seemed to be entwined with fine vines.

The white-haired man stretched out his hand and grabbed the Ivy Sword in his hand.Zhuang Nian's face changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his head.

You must know that this sword is the family's treasure, Zhuang Nian is a direct heir and has qualifications, and he is the top three in the family, so he can't touch it casually, let alone outsiders?It's just that family rules are not worth mentioning in front of swordsmen, so Zhuang Nian just bowed his head and shut up.

The white-haired man played with it for a while, and said, "A magic weapon?"

Zhuang Nian couldn't answer. He vaguely knew that his sword was a magic weapon, but he didn't know the classification of the magic weapon.But he felt that "first level" was not high-level, and he always felt that he was not worthy of the status of his own magic weapon. You must know that he had seen the magic of his own magic weapon when he was a child.

The white-haired man did not return it, but casually put the magic weapon in a nearby box, and continued to ask the next girl, "What did you bring?"

These young men and women came forward one by one to offer the swords they brought, which were basically magic weapons, and even the Pei family asked Pei Renhu to bring a new magic weapon.These families are not allowed to have real swords, and even if they do, they will not bring them out, and they will not be used if they are brought out.Moreover, the sword is too challenging for the swordsman, and it cannot be held by swordsmanship. If no one can control it, it is not as practical as a magic weapon.

There was only one boy who brought a real art tool, although it was well-made, but it was not good enough. Everyone looked at him with all kinds of eyes, making him blush.

You must know that the magic weapon must be made by the swordsman's sword, which is much rarer and more powerful than the magic weapon.However, a magic weapon cannot be kept for too long, it will become ordinary after a certain period of time, while a magic weapon can last forever, and it will not be damaged for at least a hundred years.Therefore, after a long period of accumulation, there are not too few magic weapons in the world.Their families risked part of their wealth, and they could finally get something as a foundation.Using magic tools as background, it's not up to the grade.

"This magic weapon is interesting." The white-haired man looked around, and finally noticed a bright red sword.

The sword is bright red at first glance, but after a second look, it is only red with white, the red is as bright as fire, and the white is as pure as light, as if there are flames dancing on the blade, it is magnificent and extraordinary, extraordinary.

Wang Cheng slightly raised his head, and said: "This is my family's ancestral magic weapon - the Lihuo Sword, printed from the ancient sword. Although it is a magic weapon, its power is not inferior to ordinary power swords and even..."

The white-haired man said indifferently: "It is indeed an ancient sword. I have some knowledge from listening to you. Have you read the ancient sword manual?"

Wang Cheng said: "The younger generation has no experience, but our ancestors were lucky enough to read the fragments of the sword manual, and saw the picture of the Nanming Lihuo ancient sword, and they have never forgotten it. If there are no swordsmen in my family, it is fine. Gu Li Huo Sword."

The white-haired man said: "Do you want to hold the ancient sword? What a big appetite. There are very few ancient swordsmen in the world today, and everyone is the king of one side."

Wang Cheng said: "If the ancient sword is not in the world, let it be. If it is in the world, why am I not the swordsman?" These words are loud and clear. No matter what their temperament is, they will never lack self-confidence.

The white-haired man looked at him with straight eyes and said, "You have ambition. Can you hold a magic weapon?"

Wang Cheng said, "Of course."

Even though his family doesn't have a complete swordsman inheritance, he still knows some common sense.If Wang Cheng couldn't even control the magic weapon, but had to rely on his sword skills to force it, then what he said about becoming an ancient swordsman would not be rhetoric, but a dreamy joke.

Seeing the signal from the white-haired man, Wang Cheng stretched out his hand and grasped the Lihuo sword.

The sword burns instantly!

The sword light that was beating like a flame really jumped up. The three-foot-long sword burst into a seven-foot-long flame. The flame was bright red, and it became whiter as it went around. The tail of the flame that danced in the wind had become pure white. , beyond the temperature of fire, like the strongest and brightest light.

The teenagers around felt the high temperature and retreated one after another. Standing a few feet away, they felt hot and dry, as if they were about to burst into flames.

The white-haired man stared at the dancing flames, and then at Wang Cheng's left hand, which had neatly pinched sword fingers.

Not imperial fencing.

There is such a power without urging swordsmanship, Wang Cheng is very suitable for this magic weapon.

The magic weapon is the shadow of swordsmanship, and Wang Cheng's ability to control the magic weapon shows that his talent is in the same direction as the sword. In the future, when the ancient sword is placed in front of his eyes, he will have a very good chance of being recognized.

Of course not.Sword pickers are sometimes a little metaphysical, and sometimes they are not even the most talented people.

Wang Cheng held the sword, and the hot flames almost covered him, but it didn't hurt him at all. His expression was agitated, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he said, "I'm going to - use the sword!"

The swordsman said: "Come out. Of course the person holding the sword wants to make a sword, let alone recognize his own sword."

He looked calm, but the rest of them took a few steps back again, looking at the fire in his hand, it looked dangerous no matter how he looked, he was going to sweep, who in this yard could resist it?

Wang Cheng looked focused, pointed his long sword forward, suddenly roared, and swung his sword!
A bright red flame slashed down, heat waves rolled to both sides, and the surrounding air was rubbed with a burnt smell.

The sword light was several feet long, cutting across the entire courtyard, and several plum blossoms in the courtyard were already burnt to charcoal before the flames passed by.

Sitting under the plum blossom tree, the swordsman frowned slightly when he saw the flames approaching his head. The sword was slightly unsheathed, and a little brilliance flashed, obliterating the surrounding flames.

The fire was extinguished, leaving a long scorched mark on the ground of the courtyard, and there were also scorched marks on the front courtyard wall.The grass and trees where it passed have long been reduced to ashes, and even the dead vines on the wall have been baked dry.

Looking at his masterpiece, Wang Cheng panted heavily excitedly. Although his whole body was sore and weak after exerting all his strength, he was about to fall, but he stood up straight and refused to show weakness in front of everyone.

Of course, the more important thing was to support his cousin. He looked towards Pei Shoujing, wanting to see his cousin's reaction to his shocking sword strike.

At this glance, he saw Pei Shoujing staring at him angrily, and the anger in his eyes almost caught up with Jian Guang's just now.

Wang Cheng was stunned and thought: Why is she angry?
At this time, Zhuang Nian from the crowd rushed out, pointed at Wang Cheng and cursed: "Wang Cheng, you are so brave, how dare you disrespect the swordsman! Where did you cut that sword just now? Although the swordsman will not I was hurt by you, but you dare to draw a sword at him, don't you have a heart of resentment?!"

Wang Cheng was stunned by his scolding, and then he had no time to get angry. He felt a burst of panic. He was also a disciple of an aristocratic family. Swing the sword at the high-ranking ones.

If he hadn't taken the lead for a while, he wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

He almost wanted to immediately withdraw his sword and bow down to make amends, or even kowtow to make amends. His family had taught him earlier that bowing his knees was nothing when dealing with real superiors, and preserving himself was the first priority.

At this time, the white-haired man said: "It's very interesting. There is a possibility in a very big talk. I can give you a chance."

Wang Cheng was startled, as if he had survived a desperate situation, and then he was ecstatic: Could it be that this swordsman is optimistic about himself and wants to give him benefits?Opportunity, does it mean that he knows the whereabouts of the sword and wants to point him to find it?

The white-haired man said: "You stand next to Shou Jing."

Wang Cheng came to Pei Shoujing's side lightly, first glanced at Yunyun Yuzi arrogantly, then looked at Pei Shoujing cautiously, wanting to see if her anger subsided.

I saw that there was no anger on Pei Shoujing's face, but it was still very serious, as if there was some... worry?
The white-haired man seemed to have lost interest in talking to others. With a light wave of his sword, a girl suddenly appeared in the arena.

No one could see how this girl got here, everyone saw her in a blink of an eye.

The girl looked thin and small, wearing a neat muslin dress, with a pretty face, but her hair was gray and white, like burnt ashes.

The girl came out, bowed to the white-haired man, and said, "Mr. Xing."

The white-haired man gave a hum, and pointed to a plate, which contained all the magic weapons of the disciples of the family.

"Mingjing, pick whatever you like."

(End of this chapter)