The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 17 Xu Xiangong

Seeing Dangdang's reaction, the wooden man murmured in a low voice: "Hey, I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed by this time. This kind of mountain kid must not know the old man."

After finishing speaking, the wooden man stretched out his wooden claws to touch his jaw, as if he was stroking his beard, and said to Dangdang: "Little baby, of course the old man's name is not just for you to know, that... the old man used to follow Qin Wangdong. Xun, everyone respectfully calls the old man "Xiangong", so you can call the old man Xu Xiangong."

Xiang Dangdang thought for a while, felt that such a wooden man should not pose any threat, so he moved to remove all the stones that were pressing on this "Xiangong Xu".Lift it up.

The rescued "Xiangong Xu" shook his wooden head and nodded frequently to Dangdang.

"Very good, very good, although you girl looks terrifying, but you are actually very talented in helping the old man remove these towns... town... town "God" stone with your bare hands. The old man will leave now, and the future Goodbye, I will definitely reward you well."

"That, Fairy, wait a minute." Dangdang grabbed the wooden man directly.

"Oh, you are such a troublesome girl, what do you want to ask, make a long story short!!" The wooden man's tone was very impatient.

"Why are you trapped here??" This wooden man always felt a little weird, and the talisman on his head sounded like a resounding talisman. It seemed to be the Ranshan Suppressing Evil Talisman.

Hearing Dangdang's question, the wooden man's tone was a little annoyed, "Who... Who said I was trapped here, the old man just saw those useless enemies who wanted to harm the old man but couldn't do it all the time. Soft-hearted, let them seal here."

Hearing this poor excuse, Dang Dang secretly shook his head in his heart, this wooden spirit probably wouldn't even believe ghosts when he said this.

After thinking for a while, Xiang Dangdang took out the hilt of Fuyu's sword, and asked, "You can actually swim with the King of Qin thousands of years ago, so you should know this thing."

"Fuyu Sword?! Why is there only one hilt left?? It's really violent!"

"Do you really recognize it??" To be honest, Xiang Dang was really shocked. She just took it out to try out Xu Xiangong's skills.

Xu Xiangong raised his chin high, and said triumphantly: "Naturally, it is said that there was a man in ancient times who was good at forging swords. He has been reincarnated in the world for ten lives, and in each life he will pour out the good fortune of this life to forge a sword. And this Fuyu sword hilt was made in his tenth life."

oh? ? , isn't it said that the hilt is Taiwu's token?Why does it look like the sword had a blade before?

Resounding looked expectantly at the wooden man in front of him, "Speak quickly, quickly, I would like to hear more about it!" This Xu Xiangong knows much more than Granny Feng,

"These ten swords have different hilts, and all of them are unparalleled in the world. Among the ten swords, some are as thin as a cicada's wings and indestructible, and some are indeed without edge and edge but all-powerful and indestructible. It can be said that there are endless changes and infinite uses. .”

"So powerful? How about my Fuyu Sword??" Dangdang looked expectantly at the rusty hilt in his hand.

Xu Xiangong hesitated to speak, looked up and down loudly, and suddenly stretched out the wooden claw to the pulse gate of her wrist. "Strange, strange, did someone take it?" It muttered to itself for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Xiangong put down his resounding hand, and continued: "This sword has a strange light in your hand, it should be according to the order of the previous sword master, it is true that you are the new master, but the skill in this sword, you are Not at all, and the old man can't think of the reason for it."

"The skill in the sword??"

"Yes, no matter how advanced a person's cultivation is, he can only live for a hundred years. Once he dies, everything will return to dust. But this sword can absorb the sword master's cultivation and skill, and even his mind and mind. Then pass it into Later generations, from generation to generation, continue to accumulate and never end."

"Hmm..." Dangdang looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand with a complicated expression, which was almost the same as what Granny Feng said.

Xu Xiangong suddenly raised his wooden hand, counted with his fingers, and continued: "This sword has been passed down to the present world, it should have the skill of seventeen top masters, but now the sword is empty?"

After thinking for a while, it still couldn't figure it out, and patted Dang Dang's shoulder with its wooden hand, "It's a pity, you have to start from the beginning again." After speaking, he turned and walked away.

Watching the wooden man leave, Dangdang looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand with a complicated expression, "If this Fuyu sword is really as miraculous as he said, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse."

Dangdang suddenly came back to his senses, looked around the swamp again, with a wry smile on his face, "Where am I now?"

Two months later, when the lost Dangdang finally returned to Taiwu Village, the short jacket she was wearing before had become almost the same as a beggar's Bainayi.

As soon as she entered Taiwu Village, she saw that the deserted small village was crowded with people, and most of them were martial arts practitioners with sharp weapons.

"This is Taiwu Village, right? Why are there so many people? Shouldn't all the people who came here because of my reputation have left?" Dang Dang muttered to himself while looking at the wooden plaque.

At this moment, the people who were talking at the nearby tea stand attracted loud attention.

After listening to the conversations of these people, Dangdang realized that just last month, almost when he rescued Xu Xiangong, seven extremely dilapidated sword mounds appeared out of thin air near Taiwu Village.

Afterwards, the news went by without a trace. There were rumors in the rivers and lakes that there was a peerless sword of the first rank in each of these sword mounds, so many people with good intentions came to check it out.

"Have you heard? I heard that just yesterday, the head of the Lion Gate entered the sword mound in the east and has not come out yet. It seems that it is probably more ominous than good."

"Hmph! These crooked ways, the more people die, the better!!"

"Hey, I don't know why, this sword mound is very strange, but anyone who enters it will die regardless of his skill level, and I don't know if it is really like the rumors that there are magic weapons inside."

Listening to their words, Dangdang couldn't help but feel that the sword mound that suddenly appeared seemed to be vaguely related to the ten swords that Xu Xiangong had mentioned.

In a newly built wooden house, Ouyang Linghua was holding a brush in his hand and was looking at the accounts of the village. With a bang, the door was pushed open, and someone walked in tanned.

Although the appearance has changed a lot, Ouyang Linghua still recognizes the burly body of Dangdang.There was joy on her face, and she greeted her. "Master Taiwu, you are back."

Dangdang sat down beside him, rubbing his sore calf with his hands, "It's almost here, I'm exhausted."

(End of this chapter)