Baojian

Chapter 599 Fish intestine sword
"A sword is a sword. It's a dead thing. It's not a cat or dog creature. Can it be spiritual?"

Seeing Qin Feng closing his eyes and communicating with the dagger, Bai Zhentian didn't take it seriously, but he didn't say anything to disturb Qin Feng. He also wanted to see what tricks Qin Feng could figure out.

More importantly, Bai Zhentian knew that his father had been cultivating himself over the years. Although he was getting older, his kung fu had become incomparably pure. With his current cultivation level in his prime, it would be difficult for his father to challenge him. Get cheap.

So Bai Zhentian is not sure now, what Qin Feng said must be wrong, after all, the old father has never spoken nonsense in his life, and this sword is also not sure, maybe it really hides some secrets.

"Why do you have to close your eyes to see a sword?"

Liu Zimo saw that the atmosphere in the arena became a little tense, so he couldn't help but walked up to Bai Zhentian and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Bai, what is Qin Feng doing? It's so mysterious..."

"Just look at it, where is there so much nonsense?" Bai Zhentian didn't dare to show his face at his old father, but naturally he didn't have the slightest pressure to scold Liu Zimo.

"Hmph, I don't think you understand either."

Liu Zimo curled his lips when he heard the words, but he was thinking about the Hongmen meeting tomorrow. It stands to reason that he is now the deputy head of the Loyalty Hall, and he can be regarded as the number one figure in Hongmen.

However, Liu Zimo didn't care much about this identity. What he thought was that with this identity, he could justifiably drop out of school, and then he would find a reason to go to the country so that he could carry out his plan of picking up girls.

"Huh? This sword seems to be very sensitive to true energy?"

At this time, Qin Feng had already poured all his mind into the sword in his hand, but no matter how much he used his consciousness or concentrated his energy to communicate with it, he couldn't resonate with the dagger.

But when Qin Feng unintentionally instilled a trace of true energy into the sword, he seemed to hear a cheerful crisp sound from the short sword. Qin Feng can confirm that this is definitely not his illusion.

With a move in his heart, Qin Feng stirred up his true energy and poured it into the blade without reservation. He gradually discovered that the blade of this short sword seemed to become brighter.

"It's done!"

When Qin Feng instilled true energy to a certain extent, he suddenly felt connected with the short sword, and subconsciously waved his hand.

Following Qin Feng's movements, the dagger suddenly turned into a ray of cold light, and pierced into the wall in front of him silently. At this time, Qin Feng still had his eyes closed.

"return!"

Although the dagger was out of his hand, Qin Feng could still feel a little connection with it. He tried to move his hand, and the dagger seemed to be connected with spirituality. Following Qin Feng's words, it reappeared in an instant into his palm.

"This... is this really a fairy sword?"

Qin Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at the short sword. If he could not feel the connection between the short sword and it, he would even think that what happened just now was just his own illusion.

"Huh? Why did you lose contact?"

Just when Qin Feng was inexplicably shocked, the connection between his heart and the dagger was suddenly severed without warning, and the dagger returned to its previous appearance.

"No, I'm going to try again..."

At this time, Qin Feng had already forgotten that there were people around him. His mind was completely attracted by the dagger, and he poured his true energy into the dagger again.

"Fortunately, this feeling is back." When the dagger absorbed part of Qin Feng's true energy, the feeling of flesh and blood reappeared in Qin Feng's heart.

"Chop!" With a thought in Qin Feng's mind, the dagger suddenly appeared above the incense table in the middle of the room, and fell down suddenly.

With the movement of the dagger, a ripple seemed to be drawn in the air, and after a gust of wind, the rectangular table made of huanghuali broke neatly from the middle.

"Back..." Qin Feng waved again, the short sword turned into a black light, and appeared in Qin Feng's palm again like lightning.

"Haha, hahaha!!"

After the second attempt, Qin Feng finally knew that this was not his illusion, and he was ecstatic for a while. He didn't expect that this was really a treasure.

"Qin Feng, what happened?"

Bai Zhentian and the others who were guarding the side had long been dumbfounded. Because the dagger was too fast, before they could figure out what happened, the huanghuali chopping board collapsed.

Even Mr. Bai and Bai Bin, who knew the inside story, looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they knew that the dagger was extremely sharp after being injected with true energy, they never thought that the dagger could fly back automatically after being shot.

"This sword can communicate with people's hearts..."

After hearing Bai Zhentian's words, Qin Feng raised his head, and when he was about to explain, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

Also, Qin Feng practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body's reaction was almost instinctive. Seeing that his face was about to touch the ground, his waist suddenly twisted, so that his back faced the ground.

"boom!"

Qin Feng's body fell heavily on the ground. Everyone was dumbfounded by this scene. They didn't know which play Qin Feng was playing?What's the point of lying on the ground in a good manner?

"Hey, Qin Feng, what are you doing? Is it comfortable to lie on the ground?" The nervous Liu Zimo walked to Qin Feng's side and touched his body with his feet.

"Huh? What's going on, this... is this fainted?"

Liu Zimo is also a martial arts student. After touching Qin Feng without responding, he immediately squatted down. Looking at it, he suddenly found that Qin Feng's breathing was weak, and his face became abnormally pale.

"what happened?"

The sudden change made the old man sitting at the top stand up, rushed to Qin Feng's side in a few steps, and put the two fingers of his right hand on the pulse of Qin Feng's wrist.

"Life is not hindered, and there is plenty of true energy in his body. Is this... Could it be that he is mentally overdrawn?" After giving Qin Feng his pulse, old man Bai frowned deeply.

Mr. Bai could also inspire the magic of this dagger before, but it could only produce a one-meter-long stellar energy, and it could not attack out of the body, and there seemed to be no aftereffects.

"I-I'm fine."

Just when old man Bai was frowning, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hands and said, "Manipulating this thing is really exhausting, I'm afraid I can only manipulate it once a day at most... "

Just when Qin Feng raised his head, he suddenly felt a splitting headache. The roof and the ground were spinning rapidly. Qin Feng couldn't control his body at all, so he could only let him fall to the ground.

This dizziness came and went quickly. After lying on the ground for a few minutes, Qin Feng felt that his consciousness had returned to his brain, and he also regained control of his body.

But at this time, Qin Feng didn't feel much physically, but his spirit was extremely tired. He felt like he hadn't slept for three days and three nights, and he just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good rest.

Qin Feng has been in excellent health since he was a child, but he rarely even catches a cold. It is impossible for him to be suddenly ill, so after thinking about it, the root cause should be in the manipulation of the dagger just now.

"Qin Feng, you... what did you say?"

After hearing Qin Feng's almost self-talking words, Bai Zhentian's eyes almost popped out, and he stammered: "You...you mean, you cut this table open with a dagger?"

First, because the short sword was dark in color, it was not very eye-catching. Second, Qin Feng controlled the sword with consciousness, and its speed was extremely fast, almost beyond what the naked eye could see.

So although Qin Feng shot twice, Bai Zhentian and others didn't see anything, especially when the dagger was shot into the wall for the first time, they didn't even know it.

"Of course it was cut by this sword."

Qin Feng sat up slowly, shook his drowsy head vigorously, held the sword in his hand, and said: "Even if this sword is not a fish intestine, it can be called a god. I am afraid that the top ten famous swords have no One can compare with…”

Qin Feng has seen many sabers used by Qing emperors in the Palace Museum. Although those swords are considered sharp, they are not comparable to this sword at all. Even the Goujian sword is not as good as this short sword. characteristics of the spirit.

"Qin Feng, this sword should be a fish intestine. Look at the winding lines on its whole body, isn't it just like a fish intestine?"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, old man Bai explained a few words, then looked at Qin Feng with a puzzled face, and said, "Xiao Qin, I have been studying this sword for some time, why can't I retract it like you do? How about Ziru?"

As he spoke, Old Man Bai took the short sword from Qin Feng's hand, and after injecting a burst of true energy, he waved his hand behind him, only to hear a "chick", the air rippled for a while, and the grand master's chair behind him , which was split in two.

"This...this is too...too fucking amazing, isn't it?"

Qin Feng's movement was too fast just now, and everyone didn't see it clearly, but they saw clearly the movement of old man Bai's sword swing, and Liu Zimo couldn't help but swear.

"Well, it's most likely the Fish Intestine Sword."

Seeing Mr. Bai's movements, Qin Feng nodded, stood up with force, swayed a few times, and said, "I suspect that Zhuan Zhu assassinated Wu Wangliao back then with the skill of controlling the sword, otherwise Wu Wangliao would have many guards. No matter how sharp this dagger is, it will be difficult for him to kill King Wu..."

"But... but how was this sword cast?"

A confused look suddenly appeared on Qin Feng's face, and he murmured: "Is it true that, as the ancients said, you have to sacrifice your own life in order to cast a spiritual sword?"

Qin Feng once saw in some classics that the ancient swordsmiths, in order to cast a peerless sword, often sacrificed some blood of themselves or their relatives, thus making the sword spiritual.

There are even some extreme master swordsmiths, when the sword is about to be released, they will even jump into the sword casting furnace, sacrifice the sword with their body, and make the sword perfect.

Before seeing these allusions, Qin Feng regarded them as fairy tales, but after he tried to use his consciousness to control the sword, he no longer dared to regard those allusions as ancient gibberish.

"I'll try, I'll try..."

At this time, no one cared about what Qin Feng was thinking. After Bai Zhentian took the short sword from his father, he also poured his true energy into it, trying to force out the sword energy released.

With a sound of "嗤啦", the air in front of Bai Zhentian fluctuated for a while, stimulated by the stellar energy released by the short sword, but the momentum was much worse than that of old man Bai, let alone Qin Feng's move just now .

"I'll come, I'll try too..." Liu Zimo couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, after grabbing the dagger, he similarly poured his true energy into it.

It's just that no matter how Liu Zimo swung the dagger, there was no change in the dagger, and there was no trace of sword energy overflowing from the dagger, which greatly disappointed Liu Zimo.

"Grandma, isn't this bullying?"

Liu Zimo resentfully handed the short sword back to Bai Zhentian. He knew in his heart that perhaps his cultivation was too shallow, which made it impossible to drive the sword.

After Liu Zimo, Cao Guoliang also tried it, but his talent is not in martial arts, and his kung fu is not as good as Liu Zimo, so naturally he can't drive this short sword.

"Xiao Qin, you... How can you use your arms and fingers, and you can take it back after throwing it?"

Old man Bai has already figured out the characteristics of this sword. What he cares about now is, how could Qin Feng use this sword like that?It really looks like the legendary flying sword.

During the Tang Dynasty, it was the heyday of swordsman legends.

For example, the red line girl Kong Kong'er can fly a sword thousands of miles away to take the enemy's head. Although Qin Feng's few strokes just now were not far away, they were so interesting.

"This, I don't know either..."

Qin Feng scratched his head when he heard the words. At that time, he just felt that the zhenqi in the sword body was still connected with himself, and subconsciously wanted to recall it, but he is still at a loss as to what exactly happened.

And the headache just now was about to split, so that Qin Feng didn't dare to try to manipulate the short sword again. If there were any bad hidden dangers left, it would be worth the loss.

"It's God's will, it's God's will!"

Mr. Bai sighed a long time, and said: "My son didn't know it when he got the sword, and regarded it as a vulgar thing. Although I knew it was precious, I couldn't exert its due power. Only Qin Feng and you are the best!" Its real owner..."

Having kept it in his hand for more than ten years, Bai Shannan played with it almost every day, but at this moment he finally understood that this thing has nothing to do with him. If he hadn't met Qin Feng today, he would not even know that this sword can be used in this way.

"Hey, old man, this... this can't be allowed..."

Qin Feng didn't know how precious this sword was at first, so he accepted it, but after the scene just now, he knew that this short sword couldn't be measured by money at all.

So even if Qin Feng liked the dagger very much, he didn't dare to accept this gift from Mr. Bai, because it was too expensive.

"Why, do you look down on me, the old man?"

Hearing Qin Feng's refusal, old man Bai immediately sullenly pointed at his son and Cao Guoliang and said, "Ask them, when did I take back what I said? Do you really want the old man to lose my word?"

After living for more than 90 years, old man Bai has already seen through the world. Even if he owned the whole world during his lifetime, he would be nothing but a bowl of loess after death, which would not occupy a three-foot tomb.

So the old man is really open-minded. By giving the dagger to Qin Feng, he has understood something in his mind. Such a precious object cannot be broken in his own hands.

"Qin Feng, father gave it to you, you can accept it."

Seeing his old father glaring at him, Bai Zhentian couldn't help saying: "The old man always gives the juniors a gift when he sees him, and he has never taken back the things he sent out..."

To be honest, Bai Zhentian was envious of this short sword.

However, Bai Zhentian's position is different now, even if he keeps the short sword, there may not be many opportunities to use it in the future, so it's better to give it to Qin Feng as a favor.

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