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Chapter 130 Brass Magic Sword
Du Chengfeng remembered that this brass magic sword was obtained from Taiyin Mountain.

As for who he took it from, Du Chengfeng forgot, mainly because the person in charge of the Taiyin Mountain Temple died so quickly that he didn't even have time to remember his name - but it didn't matter, he only needed to remember it anyway. The magic sword is held by the leader, and it looks obviously better than the magic swords of ordinary monks.

After all, those ordinary magic swords looked newly cast at first glance, but this brass magic sword looked like it had some traces of antiquity at first glance.

Running out to kill people with a handful of antiques, the person in charge of the Taiyin Mountain Temple is also big-hearted.

Of course, what's even more outrageous is that this ancient magic sword can actually be used.

The texture of brass is soft, so it is not suitable for use as a weapon, but the aura of the sword on this brass dharma sword is far more chilling than those newly forged steel dharma swords - Du Chengfeng once tried After touching the edge of this dharma sword, it turned out that with just a slight touch, a hole was opened on his finger.

It’s hard to imagine that brass can be polished so sharply.

The sharp edge seemed to be sucked in by flesh and blood.

"Then let me see what's going on with you..."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng put the brass dharma sword on the whetstone and began to polish it.

The glory of the past remains in the rust, and the blade reflects the belief of the past.

With the gradual polishing, Du Chengfeng's consciousness gradually became integrated with this magic sword.

Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectation, the original owner of this magical sword was not the person in charge of the Taiyin Mountain Temple, but an ugly man wearing a green robe.

It took the Ugly Man in Qingpao 36 days to complete the magic sword. The hilt was engraved with tortoise shell patterns, and the blade was engraved with the seven stars leading the killing. The Ugly Man in Qingpao specially slaughtered He bought an old turtle to sacrifice the sword, and then killed 78 bandits in Taiyin in a row in order to make the magic sword stained with evil spirits.

Logically speaking, a copper sword can kill nearly 80 people in a row, which is enough to show its superior quality.

But for the green-robed ugly man, this was not enough.

It's too far away.

"Forget it, it depends on your luck."

One day, the ugly man in green robe suddenly made a decision.

Afterwards, the brass dharma sword never saw this green-robed ugly man again.

The green-robed ugly man left, and he walked very simply, and the people near Taiyin Mountain, according to the green-robed ugly man, built a mountain temple, invited the brass magic sword into it, and respectfully copied the two volumes of scriptures. The text was enshrined next to the brass magic sword.

It was at this time that the Brass Dharma Sword, or Du Chengfeng realized that the two volumes of scriptures beside him looked familiar no matter how they looked at them.

According to the records in those two volumes of scriptures, he was just a magical sword, but he transformed into a legendary magic weapon for subduing [-] evil spirits—just look at the specifications enshrined by the villagers. It's almost the same as serving a real god.

"Isn't this...a lie?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help being puzzled for a while.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng realized what happened to the so-called mountain god in Taiyin Mountain, and to subdue one hundred thousand evil spirits-let alone one hundred thousand, this magical sword could kill even a hundred people. Never killed, just killed 78 Zhongshan bandits in Taiyin Mountain, and they were never used again.

But therein lies the problem.

The green-robed ugly man arranged it like this, and even took great pains to let the villagers build a temple to sacrifice the sword. What was he trying to do?
Can it be useful to engage in so many bells and whistles?

can.

Actually really can.

With the worship day after day, this dharma sword, which was originally just an ordinary evil soldier, gradually took on a bit of majesty, and under the praise and worship of people, this dharma sword became more and more like a magic sword. It is the fairy sword that suppresses ghosts in the legend.

However, it can only be like.

Just like a clever imitation, no matter how good the imitation is, it will still be recognized as an imitation at a glance, and it is not the real thing—especially this brass magic sword is aimed at the fairy sword. The gap is not something that can be made up by a mere period of worship.

Later, even this offering was gone.

As the saying goes, there are no Jiazi in the mountains. It has been a thousand years in the world. Although it is not as exaggerated as a thousand years outside the mountains, the few villages outside the mountains have declined over time.People in the past no longer know where they moved, and this old mountain temple in the mountain has gradually become covered with dust and no one cares about it anymore.

Du Chengfeng was used to the familiar lonely time. It seemed that every weapon would be placed on a shelf or put in a warehouse for a period of time.In the past, Du Chengfeng might not have been able to bear it a little bit, after all, this kind of loneliness without a single person was really difficult.

But now that he has sharpened his weapons more, he has become somewhat accustomed to it. Sometimes, when dust falls on him, he even feels a long-lost nostalgia.

However, when Du Chengfeng was bored and started counting the dust on his body, someone finally came over and pushed open the gate of this dilapidated mountain temple.

Rather than pushing, it would be better to say demolition. The mountain temple has been in disrepair for a long time, but it has long been dilapidated. Now the person who broke in rashly was almost killed on the spot by the falling purlins.

However, it was this sound that made the person raise his head.

I saw the brass dharma sword on the altar and two volumes of scriptures.

"Baby Baby!"

The visitor shouted excitedly.

It turned out that this man was a grave digger, his surname was Zhang. He came to Taiyin Mountain this time, originally planning to try his luck to see if he could touch something and exchange it for some money - but right now... The tomb robber named Zhang opened the two volumes of treasure scriptures and was about to check their quality. However, the contents of the treasure scriptures deeply caught the tomb robber's attention.

"This is really a baby..."

After reading the two volumes of the Book of Treasures, the tomb robber's eyes changed when he looked at the magic sword.

Then, the tomb robber surnamed Zhang spent some money to seize the unowned land near the mountain temple and moved it here. He never leaves his hand with his sword on weekdays, and actually wants to cultivate immortality directly in the mountain temple - - Du Chengfeng sneered at the tomb robber's behavior. No one knew what was going on with the magic sword better than him.

This is an ordinary brass magical sword. It has killed more than 70 people. It is considered a vicious weapon, so that's it.

Just pointing at such a broken sword, could it really be possible to repair something?
"It's done! I'm done!"

That day, the tomb robber surnamed Zhang pointed his sword at the sky, and the shadow of the mountain god behind him remained calm and powerful.

"I finally finished it!"

　The third one was delivered, I went to take a breather, everyone saw you in the early morning or in the morning.

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(End of this chapter)