The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 39 Ancestral Sword
"We should be pragmatic in our actions, and reputation is secondary. If we can catch the murderer and stop the killing, what does it matter if the reputation of our faction is slightly disadvantaged?"

Yi Qingchen made a bunch of fallacies and Linghu Chong was speechless.

The two of them didn't wait for the county government to summon craftsmen, but first went to the policeman to take them to the market to buy construction materials, cloth, rice flour, grain and oil, etc.

Once the outer door is opened, at least a hundred disciples will be recruited.

More than a hundred people live on Mount Hua, consuming huge amounts of clothing, food, and housing.

Not only this purchase, but also the shopping channel.

"Selling swords, selling swords, ancestral swords..."

A burst of yelling attracted Yi Qingchen and Linghu Chong's attention, and they turned their heads away.

Not far ahead stood a skinny young man, holding a long sword and shouting.

The boy's clothes were ragged and his hair was messy. He looked like he was from a poor family.

As for the scabbard of the ancestral sword in his arms, it was already tattered, and it didn't look like a sword horizontally or vertically.

The pedestrians around turned a blind eye to him, and deliberately avoided a certain distance.

Yi Qingchen's ears are sensitive, and she heard someone teaching her child a lesson.

"Stay away, that person is the lone star of Tiansha..."

No wonder no one cares.

Yi Qingchen is a person who loves swords, and when he encounters them, he wants to go up and have a look.

"Can the sword show us?"

The young man's eyes lit up when he saw someone asking about it: "Okay, it's definitely possible, my sword was passed down from my ancestors, and my ancestors...he is the official to Zhengxi General, this sword is for cutting...sharp iron like mud Sword."

Speech is a bit stuttering, but quite organized.

Yi Qingchen smiled and said: "Little brother, don't worry, if it's really a sword, we two brothers will not be stingy with money."

There are many swords on Mount Hua, and there are even precious swords.

But that belonged to Huashan, not Yi Qingchen, and now he still uses the most common long sword.

The last time he fought against Sun Youqing, his long sword was broken into several pieces by the force of the fight.

If you can get a sword, that's great.

The young man nodded, grabbed the hilt and pulled out the long sword.

The cold light is dazzling.

A cold light was revealed from the tattered scabbard.

Yi Qingchen's expression became hot immediately, is it really a sword?

Zheng!
The long sword was completely unsheathed, and it let out a clear clang.

The blade of the sword seemed to be clear and bright, bright and cold, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to be a little lower.

The young man struggled to hold the sword, so he tried his best to strike with the sword.

The wooden stake opened in response to the sound and split to the bottom.

"Good sword!"

Yi Qingchen sighed in admiration and said, "Little brother, can you let me see your sword?"

The boy shook his head: "No, I have to give the money first!"

Yi Qingchen asked: "How much?"

"Ten, no, thirty taels!"

The boy showed that he stretched out one finger, then denied himself and replaced it with three fingers.

Yi Qingchen immediately took out 50 taels of silver and handed it to him, taking the long sword into his hand.

After weighing it, it weighs about six or seven catties, which is several times the weight of an ordinary long sword.

[Finding something that contains spiritual power, does it absorb spiritual power? 】

A prompt appeared on the martial arts panel, Yi Qingchen was stunned.

"This sword actually contains spiritual power?"

He murmured: "Could it be a magic weapon?"

Yi Qingchen didn't choose to absorb the spiritual power, so Yi Qingchen urged the inner power into the long sword, which felt smoother than expected.

Ordinary long swords always have different degrees of hindrance and loss in the transmission of internal force, but this long sword's internal force input is not much more difficult than circulating in one's own body.

With a flick of Yi Qingchen's wrist, he thrust out seven swords in an instant.

The cold light was cold, and the sword energy was strong.

There was a faint blue light on the long sword.

The boy backed away involuntarily.

He stared at Yi Qingchen with wide eyes, wanted to open his mouth but didn't speak, only two lines of tears flowed out.

Yi Qingchen asked: "Reluctant?"

"Of course I can't bear it, it's something passed down from my ancestors."

The boy wiped away his tears and said with a forced smile: "But my father is very sick, and he will die if he doesn't seek medical treatment from a doctor. No matter how good a sword is, it won't be able to cure the disease."

Well, he is a dutiful son, and quite assertive.

Yi Qingchen suddenly moved to accept him.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

The boy opened his eyes wide, thinking of the sword flower that just bloomed.

He sized up Yi Qingchen and Linghu Chong again, and suddenly he fell to his knees on the ground: "I want to learn martial arts, master please accept me."

I'll go, this guy has good eyesight, right?
Yi Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly pulled the boy up.

"It's not that I accept you. Look how old I am, and my seniority must be low. If you become my apprentice, your seniority will be even lower."

Yi Qingchen said: "Senior Brother and I are both Huashan Sect's disciples. Now it's time for Huashan Sect to recruit disciples. If you want to learn martial arts, you can join Huashan. If you are willing to pass the test with supernormal abilities, you will be our junior in the future."

The young man said: "I don't care if my seniority is low or not, I just want to recognize you as my master."

This kid is really smart.

Yi Qingchen is more and more satisfied with him, but accepting apprentices is absolutely impossible now.

"Let's talk about this later, let's go to your house first."

Yi Qingchen glanced at the onlookers who were pointing and pointing, and remembered the evaluation of the young man "the lone star of Tiansha".

This evaluation is not good.

It must be the grief of the death of many relatives that can be crowned by others. In the novel, it is mostly owned by the protagonist and the villain.

The suit is not worthy!

He said to the young man: "You are still young, and getting so much gold and silver suddenly will definitely cause disaster. I will bring the police back with you, and I can scare off the ruffians."

"Thank you Master."

The boy's eyes turned red, and the master yelled even more joyfully.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Pei Bei, Pei from Pei Xingjian, and Bei from the north."

"Well, do you know Pei Xingjian?"

"I know, Mr. Pei is the ancestor of our Pei family."

……

The night was dark.

Yi Qingchen sat cross-legged on the roof of the highest room on Anping Street, observing the movement of the whole street.

The sword with a new set of scabbards is placed horizontally on the knee, forming an outward circulation with the internal force, and constantly receiving the accumulation of internal force.

He named the sword Long Whale.

Relying on the sword of heaven, Ande slashed the long whale across the sea.

A sword he liked very much when he played a game in his previous life, and later he liked this poem even more.

I would like to kill all the enemies in the world with my sword and be number one in the world!

During the day, he had entrusted Pei Bei's family to Butou Lin to take care of him, and asked Linghu Chong to send the masons, carpenters and tailors to Mount Hua.

All we have to do tonight is to catch the murderer.

Linghu Chong was worried that he would face the enemy alone, so he stayed in the dark to help at any time.

In fact, it is not necessary.

Yi Qingchen's martial arts are already top-notch in the Jianghu, far surpassing Linghu Chong.

There should be no need for Linghu Chong to save the scene.

At this moment, the policemen in Huayin County are all scattered around Anping Street, waiting for the murderer to show up and send a signal.

Yi Qingchen closed her eyes, and noticed the changes in the airflow under the night sky when her inner power was running at full speed.

The north wind is blowing tonight, and the wind is strong.

Ruyilou, the busiest restaurant on Anping Street, is brightly lit and full of voices, all kinds of unbearable cheers come into the left ear and out of the right ear.

Farther away, the knocking of the watchman, the whispering of husband and wife, the yelling of cats and dogs...

All the sounds of the world are heard in unison.

(End of this chapter)