Boss, please help

Chapter 104

Luo Xue never imagined that this is actually a flying sword!
The so-called flying sword does not refer to flying swords, but refers to sword-like magic weapons, which are belongings of true monks.

Among all magic weapons, sword magic weapons are often the highest level of magic weapons, and the required materials are also of the highest specification.

And the flying sword in front of Luo Xue, just because it has been sealed for so many years and can still faintly echo the spiritual power in her body, it is at least a flying sword above the fifth rank.

For most monks in the Nascent Soul stage in the monastic world, the main magic weapon for protection is the fifth-order flying sword.

Some casual cultivators even have only a low-rank fifth-rank flying sword by their side.

When Luo Xue was in the world of cultivating Taoism, when she advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, her teacher rewarded her with a top-ranked Qingli sword of the fifth rank.

Later, in the cave where the ancient monks retreated, she obtained another fifth-order top-grade ice soul sword.

These two flying swords have been with her for hundreds of years, and it was only after she stepped into the late stage of the Nascent Soul that she changed to two low-grade sixth-grade flying swords.

If he was in the cultivation world, this fifth-level flying sword Luo Xue might not be in his eyes.

However, at this moment, this fifth-order flying sword is more precious to her than anything else.

Then the problem is coming.

Where did the flying sword come from?Why is there a flying sword?
In this doomed world, Luo Xue would not be surprised that ghosts and ghosts appeared.

Even Luo Xue didn't find it strange that there was a gluttonous race that didn't fit the Dharma-ending world at all.

But the appearance of such a high-level flying sword surprised Luo Xue.

Since this is a flying sword, then...

Luo Xue picked up the old-fashioned long and narrow wooden box again, as if her hands were extremely heavy, obviously not the weight that a locust tree should have.

A coolness invaded her meridians along her palm, and was immediately digested and decomposed by the aura in the meridians.

This is……

Xuanyin wood!
In a sense, Xuanyin wood is pagoda tree, but pagoda tree is not equal to Xuanyin wood.

To use an analogy, a doctoral student is a student, but a student is not a doctoral student.

Xuanyin wood is indeed a pagoda tree, but it is a ten thousand-year-old pagoda tree, and it is a pagoda tree that has produced spirituality.

Simply put, after ten thousand years of pagoda tree becomes refined, it becomes Xuanyin wood.

Xuanyin wood has the ultimate effect of gathering yin, hiding form, and nourishing the soul. In the world of monasticism, it is often used to refine magic weapons for warming and nourishing the soul. It is a high-level spiritual material.

No wonder this flying sword has passed through thousands of years without any spiritual power to nourish it, yet it still retains its spirituality.

It's all because of the effect of the Xuanyin wooden box. Without this wooden box, this flying sword might have already turned into ordinary iron and shattered into scum.

Luo Xue unfolded the technique of inner vision, and carefully looked at the wooden box, inch by inch.

Finally, at the corner of the wooden box, I saw a young pine carved on it.

The notches are already very dim, and it takes a careful look to see that it is an ageless shape.

And in the old pine, there is a very inconspicuous pine cone, and in the pine cone, there is a ghost hidden.

Ah.

Luo Xue secretly sighed, what was hidden was really hidden.

According to this Xuanyin wooden box and this flying sword, she can roughly deduce the ins and outs of the matter.

First of all, this flying sword belonged to a monk.

The monk may have traveled to this doomed world like her, but this monk was luckier than her, and brought at least two things from the monastic world.

One is a flying sword, and the other is a piece of Xuanyin wood.

Because the aura of heaven and earth in this world is too thin, in order to ensure that the flying sword does not lose its spirituality, this monk made a sword case from Xuanyin wood to store the flying sword.

Later, after the monk died, the flying sword and the sword box fell into the hands of other people, which should be in the hands of nobles in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods.

The ancient nobles loved this sword very much, so they asked the master carver to carve the favorite landscape on the Xuanyin wooden sword box, and asked the master swordsmith to install a hilt on the flying sword.

That's right, a real flying sword has no hilt.

If there is a hilt, it is a magic weapon like a flying sword, not a magic weapon.

The second is that the hilt is also a magic weapon, which can maximize the attributes of the flying sword, or the attributes of the two complement each other.

That's why there are flying swords equipped with Wuyue-style hilts, and the wooden box has traces of carvings by ancient artists.

Later, after the nobleman died, or the sword fell into the hands of other people, in short, the sword became a funeral object in the end.

Because of the function of Xuanyin wood to gather yin air and nourish the soul, the soul of the deceased did not dissipate immediately, but was hidden in the Xuanyin wooden box, so that he could linger on his last breath.

I don't know how many years later, a grave robber sneaked into the tomb and stole the flying sword and the wooden box.

After several transactions, he began to hand in hand in the collection circle.

There is nothing wrong with Feijian, but there is a ghost hidden on the wooden box that should have dissipated.

By absorbing people's energy, Yinhun gradually became stronger, his body began to condense, and his strength became a little bigger.

During this period, some people may have been directly sucked dry by the ghosts and died, but no one realized that it was the problem with the sword box.

Until the sword and sword box fell into Wei Minxing's hands.

Then, someone finally recognized the true identity of the sword.

"Miss Luo?"

Seeing Luo Xue holding the sword in one hand and the wooden box in the other, Wei Minxing seemed to be lost in thought, and couldn't help shouting.

Luo Xue came back to her senses, her eyes turned slightly, and she looked at him.

"Is there something wrong with this sword?"

It can be seen that Wei Minxing likes this sword very much, as well as the wooden box.

Then again, which collector would not like such an antique treasure?
The rust on this sword has not been removed, and it has maintained the charm of history and the marks of time.

For collectors, each piece of these rusts is money and value.

But for the monks, seeing the appearance of this sword was heartbreaking beyond measure.

It's just a waste of money!

Luo Xue shook her head and said: "There is nothing wrong with this sword, it is even older than you imagined, and its value is much higher than you imagined."

Wei Minxing was overjoyed when he heard the words, and couldn't help asking: "Miss Luo is also proficient in antiques?"

Luo Xue shook her head: "It's not proficient, it's just a habit. After all, for me, everything around me can basically be regarded as an antique."

Wei Minxing didn't refute, but he probably didn't agree with the wink.

boast!

In order to remain curious, he did not check Luoxue's life experience in advance.But at noon, his two bodyguards had checked Luo Xue thoroughly.

For Wei Minxing, even Luo Dayuan in his heyday would not be taken seriously by him.

What's more, Luo Dayuan's daughter, a spoiled rich second-generation daughter?

Not to mention, Luo Dayuan has gone bankrupt and owes hundreds of millions. The current Luo Xue is just a second generation.

Everything around you is antique, you bragging!

Wei Minxing didn't worry about this, and his eyes fell on the wooden box in her other hand.

Since it's not about the sword, is it the wooden box?
Luo Xue understood his eyes, nodded slightly and said: "That's right, the problem is this wooden box."

She said, and put the wooden box into Wei Minxing's hands.

"Did you feel it?" Luo Xue asked.

"Miss Luo, what do you mean?"

"Coolness."

Wei Min showed a smile on his face, and carefully placed the wooden box on the tea table.

"Feel."

"Do you think the wooden box is a treasure because of the yin energy that is still cool under the sun?" Luo Xue asked.

Wei Minxing frowned: "Isn't it?"

Luo Xue smiled: "Yes, it is indeed a treasure, even the wooden box may not be worth less than this iron sword."

"That……"

She continued: "Because this box has not rotted for thousands of years, and it is naturally able to absorb Yin Qi and preserve Yin Qi. It is the best material for warming and nourishing the soul."

Warming and nourishing the soul?

Wei Minxing muttered a few words silently, then his expression changed drastically, and he looked at the wooden box in horror.

The soul is scattered, isn't this a lonely ghost?

This box is inhabited by ghosts!
Luo Xue asked lightly: "Mr. Wei understand?"

After all, Wei Minxing is a person who has seen countless storms. After being a little surprised, he stabilized his emotions and nodded.

"To tell you the truth, Miss Luo, since I had the nightmare, I have consulted many famous masters. Among them are some famous temple abbots and the masters of thousand-year-old temples. Western priests and southern wizards have also visited, some A lot of people saw something wrong with me."

"Oh?"

Luo Xue was a little surprised, since everyone saw a problem, why didn't anyone help him solve it?

"But, they can't find where the problem is?"

Wei Minxing said: "One of the masters told me to stay away from the antiques I collected, especially the genitals. I naturally obeyed, but even so, I still had nightmares every night, and the figure whose face could not be seen clearly, left I'm getting closer."

"so?"

Wei Minxing replied: "So, how does Ms. Luo prove that this box is haunted? How can I prove that my problem is that this box is haunted?"

Luo Xue said lightly: "I don't need proof, it's up to you to listen or not. Fate is yours, so naturally you have the final say."

Wei Minxing: "..."

He was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Miss Luo likes this sword very much, doesn't she?"

Luo Xue glanced at him without denying it, and said, "I like it very much, and it also likes me very much."

"Oh?"

Wei Minxing didn't expect her to answer so bluntly, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"You do not believe?"

With a thought in Luo Xue's mind, the ancient sword in the wooden box made a slight buzzing sound, and was actually shaking slightly, a layer of rust was shaken off.

Wei Minxing stared blankly at this scene, blinked, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

And Dou Qiaoshan, who was standing aside, looked dull.

Luo Xue seemed to think that they were not shocked enough, so she glanced at Gu Jian lightly, and said calmly, "Quiet."

Gu Jian instantly became quiet, motionless, as obedient as he wanted.

"This……"

No matter how highly cultivated Wei Minxing is, no matter how strong his self-control ability is, his emotions are not coherent at this time.

Don't look at him as a brainless superstitious person who believes in everything without any taboos.However, it is well known that such people are true disbelievers.

To believe in everything means to believe in nothing.

But this time, he really had to believe it.

"Is it internal force? Or control?"

Luo Xue didn't explain.

Wei Minxing picked up the teacup, drank the tea in a big gulp, and asked: "Since Miss Luo likes this sword so much, why didn't she tell me that there is a ghost on the sword, not the box? The sword and this box are both priceless treasures?
After you say that, I, Wei, really don't want to give up my love. "

Luo Xue smiled lightly: "It's okay, a gentleman doesn't take people's love. Anyway, after you die, this sword and this box will always be in my hands. I'm not in a hurry, it will only take a few days."

Wei Minxing looked at her speechlessly.

"How many days?"

Luo Xue said, "No more than three days."

Wei Minxing thought about it: "Is it effective if I throw away this box and burn it or give it away?"

Luo Xue asked back: "Didn't you also touch this box this month?"

Wei Minxing was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Ms. Luo must have a solution, right?"

Luo Xue simply replied: "Yes."

Wei Minxing shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Miss Luo must wait for me to make an offer, and the reward that can impress you is probably this sword and this box, right?"

Luo Xue shook her head and said, "The box doesn't matter, you can give it or not."

The implication is that this sword must be given.

Wei Min let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to pick up the ancient sword in the box, and caressed the blade with admiration, his eyes full of reluctance.

In his whole life, there was nothing he really liked so much that he couldn't bear it.

To put it bluntly, even if all the assets under his name were wiped out overnight, Wei Minxing would not feel that it was a pity.

Since he can create this Nuoda family business from scratch, he can start from scratch a second time and a third time.

And the second and third times must be simpler, faster and smoother than the first time.

Because he is more experienced and knows how to start from scratch.

Many people don’t understand that an entrepreneurial capitalist who owes billions or tens of billions of debts after bankruptcy will suddenly stand up and start a project one day, and immediately get billions and tens of billions of venture capital.

What's the point of this?
In fact, this is the truth.

Of course, the premise is that the entrepreneur and capitalist has enough charisma and credit to make venture capitalists willing to take risks.

Wei Minxing is undoubtedly such a person.

But this sword, he really likes it.

That man doesn't have a chivalrous dream?

Walking around the world with one man and one horse holding a sword, he is good at dealing with injustices in his life, and walks the world in a cool and unrestrained way.

"Can you change the condition?"

Wei Minxing held the ancient sword as if holding his own son.

No, how could his own son be as valuable as this sword in his heart?

If Luo Xue likes it, he can give her his four sons together without even batting an eyebrow.

Luo Xue said, "It doesn't like you."

Wei Minxing heard the words, looked down at the rusty ancient sword in his arms, and said silently in his heart: Baby, you are shaking, you are shaking.

Gu Jian remained motionless and ignored him.

Wei Minxing's heart was bleeding.

After a long time, he put the sword into the wooden box: "I have one condition."

"Say."

"Can you show me this sword, what it really looks like?"

Wei Minxing said in a low voice: "From the first moment I saw this sword, I knew it was not a mortal thing. I wanted to see what it should look like. For this reason, I am willing to give this wooden box as well. You, after all, must have a sword case worthy of it."

Luo Xue was slightly taken aback, nodded and said, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)