Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 38 Where's My Sword?
"Where is the sword of Immortal Palace?" someone asked from the audience.

"The sword of Immortal Palace has come from outside the sky." Wei Changfeng screamed loudly, "I ask the immortal to give me the sword."

Howling suddenly!

There was a sword that really flew from outside the sky and swept straight into the village. The sword crossed a lotus pond. Wherever it passed, lotus flowers bloomed. Everyone was shocked. It was not the sword of the fairy palace. trace?
Even Baili Dongjun, who was drunk to a puddle, opened his eyes. He sniffed and opened his eyes: "It smells so good."

It was a faint lotus fragrance, like water mist, ethereal and gentle, hard to detect.

Even the white-haired fairy who was about to leave turned his head: "There is still a sword."

On the stage, Wei Changfeng took the long sword and waved it lightly, and finally everyone saw the appearance of the sword.

There is a beautiful lotus flower embroidered on the hilt of the sword, while the body of the sword is bronze-colored, full of antiquity, but there seems to be a layer of water mist covering the body of the sword, which is a little more than the antiquity The spirit of agility does not appear to be old-fashioned and boring, but it really has the mistyness of the sword of Immortal Palace.

"This sword is made by mining the iron essence of the five mountains and the gold and silver of the Liuhe. After it was cast, I took the sword to the Qianzhang Lotus Mountain, inserted the sword in the lotus pond on the top of the mountain, and bathed in the fairy spirit of the mountain for three full years. During this time, I burned and cast a sword furnace to keep Lianchi undefeated for three years, and I finally got the sword of the Immortal Palace. The sword can kill people without being stained with blood, and it can be kept clean after entering the mud. Therefore, this sword is called "Immortal." Wei Changfeng smiled. Laughing, "May a peerless son take it and give this sword as a gift. I don't ask for a silver, I just ask that peerless son to ask the sword world, and let this sword ask for the best swordsmanship!"

Peerless son, who can bear these four words?
At least eight people can definitely afford it.

"I don't use a sword. Our ancestors in Leijiabao do not allow swords to be used, but I have a friend who claims to be a double cultivator of Xiaojian and has been looking for a good sword. There is also a friend who never gets out of his sedan chair when fighting because his The weapon is a gold belt. What if the clothes are disheveled after going out to fight? So I also lack a sword. I also have a friend who uses a very good sword. It’s a pity that Mr. Wei’s sword is yours. , not black, the world loves white, but he is alone in black, he doesn’t use what is not black.” Lei Mengsha, a young man dressed in black, slowly walked into the courtyard, and chattered along with him. Young Master Qingge holding a jade flute, Young Master Liu Yue sitting in the sedan chair, and Young Master Mochen, who was all in black and masked by a bamboo hat, all followed him into the courtyard. , Lei Mengsha sighed, "There is another one, there is a good sword, I did not inform him. His name is Gu Jianmen, known as Lingyun."

The four young masters stopped, and the audience was in an uproar.

This year's sword test conference was too luxurious.

Cheng Yu, one of the nine elders, personally led a team to Wushuang City. In recent years, the disciples of the Qingcheng Mountain generation who overwhelmed Wudang Mountain and became the leader of the Taoist sect, and even the famous top master Wen Hujiu also came to join him. There are still so many masters whose origins are unknown, so that more than half-step successors of Tianshan School and Shadow Sect all returned empty-handed. However, the eighth son of Beili came.

Some people are afraid of Wushuang City, but the eighth son of Beili is definitely not afraid.

If you are afraid, how can you match the word "gongzi"?
"Your old friends are here." The warm pot of wine reminded Baili Dongjun.

But Baili Dongjun stared straight at the sword on the stage, his eyes were clear: "This sword is good! I want this sword!"

"Idiot, are you deliberately embarrassing your uncle?" Wen Kejiu scolded angrily. It's not that he can't hold the sword, but he is not a sword user. He forcibly took the best sword today by force. Not only the famous sword The villa is not angry, even the swordsmen in the world will not agree.

"I want this sword! This one is the best!" Baili Dongjun said loudly.

Everyone in the field heard this sentence, and Lei Mengsha turned his head: "Oh? Someone wants to grab the sword with us? Ha! Why are you?"

Qingge son Luo Xuan let out a chuckle: "Looking at this, I'm afraid he's drunk. Famous Sword Villa's sword wine is well-deserved."

Baili Dongjun's eyes were burning hot, but at this moment, there was no other voice in his ears.

On the other side of Wushuang City, Mr. Cheng Yu's face was already darkened, and the young man next to him was flushed with excitement.

On the stage, Wei Ting Lu's expression was not good, and he asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Wei Changfeng smiled: "Father has a good relationship with Wushuang City, and I told them about my innocence, but I also have selfish intentions, so I informed Mr. Zhuo Mo. Please forgive me, after all, I may not be able to create another one in this life." It has a sword of Immortal Palace grade."

The young people in Wushuang City finally stood up: "Master Zhang Chang, we swordsmen do not seek famous swords, but seek someone with the right sword. If we come today, if we only take a sword and go back, that would be a real regret." .” He leaped forward, drew out the sword around his waist, and stood on the stage.His sword is very special, there is a slight curvature at the head of the sword.

"Water Moon Sword." The warm pot of wine laughed, "Wu Shuang City is not good, this disciple is really good."

"Wu Shuang City, Song Yanhui, come to ask for a sword." Song Yanhui saluted Wei Tinglu and Wei Changfeng, then turned around, "It's a great honor to be able to fight with these young masters."

But the four young masters were standing there, with no intention of going on stage, because someone had already taken the first step and walked onto the stage. Although they were all drunk, their steps were unsteady, and they felt like they might fall down at any time.

"This young master of Baili is really interesting." Lei Mengsha said with emotion, "It's just... where is his sword?"

Song Yan was dissatisfied when she met her, but she still asked respectfully, "May I ask your honorable name?"

"Baili..." Baili Dongjun hiccupped and shook his body. "Baili Dongjun. Dongjun, do you know? It's the God of Spring, hahahaha."

"Baili Dongjun?" Song Yanhui frowned slightly, it was a name he had never heard before.

But after Cheng Yu heard about it, his complexion darkened a bit. Zhenxihou's Mansion is also an existence that is not afraid of Wushuang City, and it is still a very difficult existence.

"Come on." Baili Dongjun waved his fist, "Let's have a showdown!"

Song Yan nodded back: "It's just that we are not dueling this time, but trying swords. May I ask Your Excellency, where is your sword?"

Baili Dongjun looked at Kongkong's fist, was also taken aback for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "Yes, where is my sword?" After hesitating for a while, he suddenly felt dissatisfied, and his voice became a little more Anger: "Where's my sword!"

"Give me the sword!"

Lei Mengsha smiled: "For a friend, just give it to him."

Luo Xuan, son of Qingge, took a step forward: "I have a sword, named 'Qingge', and I borrowed it from Young Master Baili!" With a wave of his right hand, the long sword at his waist flew out.

"Very good!" Baili Dongjun caught the sword, but seemed to have insufficient strength, and was forced to take a few steps back, almost falling down.

Everyone in the audience shook their heads in unison, and the warm pot of wine stretched out their hands to support their foreheads: "It's really embarrassing."

(End of this chapter)