Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 160

After leaving the Han family village, Mo Chuan did not stop, and immediately escaped into the sacrificial stove.

He chose an empty hall at random, stepped down, and then carefully admired the Tangxi sword.

Tangxi sword is not the name of the sword, but the territory of forging the sword.

"Historical Records" once said: "The swords of the world are all Han, the first is Tangxi, the second is Moyang, the third is Hebo, the fourth is Deng Shi, the fifth is Wanfeng, the sixth is Longquan, the seventh is Tai'a, and the eighth is Moxie. , Nine said generals."

Although this ranking is the opinion of a family and cannot be trusted, it can also be seen that Tangxi Sword is extraordinary.

Take a closer look at this Tangxi sword.

The sword body is covered with a thin layer of rust, but even this rust can't hide the twisted star patterns on the sword body forged from [-]-year-old steel!
On the gauntlet of the swallow mouth, there is a Kuilong pattern, which refers to the good minister of the auxiliary prime minister.

The handle is wrapped with a layer of fine twine, the surface of the twine is shiny, and brown coagulated blood scabs can be seen deep inside.

——The end is a murderous sword!

Killed a lot.

Even the gauntlets couldn't stop the blood splattering.

After Mo Chuan sized it up, a stream of Yuan Qi was poured into it.

"Buzz!"

With a sound of the sword, the rust shattered and scattered, revealing the cold light of the sword.

A desire to break free jumped in Mo Chuan's hands, like a wild horse running wild, wanting to have fun.

Mo Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately let go.

"call out!"

The Tangxi sword was shot out immediately, and danced in the hall, with a speed as fast as lightning!
However, before the sword had been flying for two breaths, it turned back suddenly.

Mo Chuan was startled, thinking that the sword was going to devour the master, he quickly climbed up and controlled the surrounding air to prevent the flying sword from approaching.

"Om-"

The flying sword landed on top of his head, as if extremely wronged, trembled slightly, and then fell gently.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to take it, only to realize that the Yuan Qi in the sword had been exhausted.

"Tsk, it turned out to be a greasy tiger."

Mo Chuan sighed.

"Buzz!"

There was another sword cry, as if wondering what the "oil tiger" meant?
Mo Chuan didn't explain. After thinking for a while, he injected another wave of Yuan Qi, and threw the flying sword again. The difference was that this time he secretly manipulated the method of controlling Qi, as if holding the hilt of the sword with an invisible hand.

This Tangxi sword is quite spiritual.

Like a tacit understanding, once again Sahuan danced in the air.

The difference is that this time it lasted for a long time, and Mo Chuan, who moved with restraint, could clearly feel that the sword was dancing with its strength.

It feels like Mo Chuan is responsible for most of the rocket's power system, and Feijian only needs to consume a small amount of energy to fine-tune its posture.

"No wonder Han Mancang never leaves his sword!"

Mo Chuan thought to himself, and his heart became more and more joyful.

With a wave of his hand, he took the Tangxi Sword back into his hand, and said, "Poverty, see if you have a little true spirit conceived in it, maybe a true spirit will appear?"

Tangxi Sword trembled, and responded with a sword cry.

"Impossible? It seems that although you have become a master of things for a long time, the good fortune you have obtained is completely different. Either you have obtained the immortal sword intent, or you have been trained in the battlefield for a long time!"

Seeing this, Mo Chuan pondered.

The so-called long-term perfection, but it is completely different from Shigong's situation.

Shi Gong was canonized by the townspeople's incense, and what he got was prophecy.

Things become refined over a long period of time, but under the blessing of time, they are nourished by popularity, and then they become refined, and what they gain is popularity.

There are also some dead things that will give birth to wisdom due to various reasons.

For example, when the earth gives birth to a fetus, what you get is the qi of the earth veins.

Therefore, dead things become fine, it is difficult to generalize.

Look at this sword, although it has a real spirit, but it cannot be transformed into an illusion; the killing intent is lingering, but it can be retracted freely.

Its fortune must be good.

"Since it is the sword of the poor way, it should have the name of the sword. Since you have won the name of ghost shadow, you should use it as your name. However, although the word ghost is related to the poor way, the yin is somewhat heavier. Take the shadow character and call the Three Scenery Sword! How do you feel?"

Tangxi Sword was silent for a while, as if thinking about it, and after a while, he let out a soft cry.

"Since I agree, then Pindao can engrave the letter!"

When the sound fell, Mo Chuan opened his mouth and spat out, and the small seal script of the Three Scenes came out, and landed on the mouth of the sword!

"Hurry up tomorrow, Pindao will find a good scabbard for you, and I will hold it for now."

As Mo Chuan said, he put his sword back into its sheath, filled with joy in his heart.

"I was curious about the method of ultimatum, but I didn't expect to find a sword. The opportunity of the great way is really embarrassing. However, if you can find the method of ultimatum, it will be double happiness. "

Amidst his emotion, he wanted to enter Wuling again.

No, he was in a hurry to try the sword, completely forgetting that he had no incense in the land of Wuling.

Therefore, the Land of Five Ridges is not something he can come to whenever he wants.

I have no choice but to choose the nearest place of incense, practice my spirit to get out of my body, escape into the void, and run away in a starry night.

……

……

Mo Chuan hurried on his way and kept silent for the time being, and said that after Zhao Buzhou, the first swordsman in Lingnan, left Hanjiazhuang, he did not go far away.

Instead, he stepped straight into the mountains and came to the hunter's hut.

——This hut is exactly where the civet cat took him to rest.

He intends to hunt a prey to fill his stomach, but he doesn't know what is the emerald green ball that the civet cat gave him?
Day and night passed, and I never felt hungry.

Simply lazy to hunt, casually leaning against the corner of the leaky wooden house in a daze, thinking about the boring half of his life.

As the number one swordsman in south of the Five Ridges, his nearly [-]-year career is really not exciting.

When he was a teenager, he either ran darts or practiced swords;

After becoming famous, he continued to run darts and practice knives.

The difference is that before, he was a handyman who was scolded by others, but now he is the leader of the escort.

He enjoys the joy of practicing the knife, and every time he swings the knife, he makes a point faster. Maybe others can't detect it, but he can see it clearly.

That one-point improvement is a joy that even the top card in the hook can't give.

If it wasn't for the revenge of killing his father, he only wanted to save enough money, leave the escort team, and challenge the world's swordsmen and swordsmen.

pity……

"Ah--"

In the memory, Zhao Buchen laughed out loud, but he never thought that he was the son of the most despised bandit in his life.

Yes, he is just an ordinary person.

Even the name is a cheap name.

——Rural people often say that it is easy to make a living by taking a humble name, so children in the countryside are often called dog eggs, dog leftovers, non-tangles, and cow dung.

Speaking of it, he was obsessed with avenging his father because he had no father to support him since he was a child, so he was always bullied by the children in the village and asked for food.

So much so that he extended this hatred to killing his father and enemy.

Now it seems that his life is a joke, a joke!

I don't know how long it has passed, the east is white, and the wooden house is slightly shaded.

He subconsciously got up and pushed the wooden house away, looked at the cold and silent mountain forest in the early morning, thought for a while, clenched his hand and cut off the knife, and practiced it.

Only by practicing the knife can he calm down.

This practice, proud of the world and self-abnegation, completely forgetting myself, with a mixed and chaotic heart, finally found Guining.

until……

"Tsk, you little Liao, you are in a good mood, you are about to die, and you are still practicing your sword!"

A familiar mocking sound came from the forest, interrupting Zhao Butang's saber.

"Have you licked your wound?"

Zhao Butang turned his head and looked at the intact civet cat.

"Shut up! I didn't expect that my immortal practiced close to Jiazi, and I fell into the trap of you madman!"

"trap?"

"Hmph, if you hadn't concealed the truth, how could I have been hurt... Meow—"

Before the words fell, another mournful meow came.

Then I saw Zhao Butang holding a broken blade and slashing at the civet cat with a knife. The knife was as powerful as a light and as fast as thunder!Seeing this, the civet cat was horrified and wanted to avoid it, but it was caught off guard, unable to completely avoid it, and its tail was chopped off!
"Hey! I'm angry too!"

Under the pain, the civet cat flew into a rage, and with a roar, it turned into a fierce tiger and charged straight at it.

Zhao Buzhang's expression remained unchanged, he twisted his knife and went forward, like an axe, but with only three or five cuts, he chopped the civet cat until it was dripping with blood.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The civet cat roared again and again, and after taking the fourth knife, it could no longer suppress the fear in its heart, and turned around to run away.

As everyone knows, this escape, the vitality collapsed.

"puff!"

Zhao Butang seized the opportunity, leaped into the air, slashed across the civet cat's neck, and chopped off the huge tiger's head.

"Plop—" the tiger's head fell to the ground, rolled into the grass, and then shrunk to reveal its original shape.

"Bah! It turned out to be an idiot with a superficial appearance. Unfortunately, I thought it was General Tiger!"

Zhao Butang spat and cursed sullenly.

(End of this chapter)