My magic weapons are all rule-based

Xu Shan: "......"

"Ahem." Xu Shan touched his nose, "I told you not to let you shoot low-budget movies, why do you keep thinking like this!"

"The cost is not small, right? Isn't Shuan Dan going crazy with such publicity?"

"I'm begging you, please spare me. Just think like the Zixiao Sword Sect and make it normal for me." Xu Shan scolded, "Do you think that thing is reasonable? It's a human being. Do you do this kind of thing?"

"Even if you use Shuan Dan to save your teammates, there is no need to bring the body back and pull it out in front of others! Isn't this sick? Tell me who used second-hand Shuan Dan?"

"Hey, what you said is wrong." Lu Xiangjun explained, "Junior brother, although I have never done any serious filming, I have studied it very deeply, no less shallow than you."

"My plot design is well-founded. Bringing the corpse of the Death Monk back shows the protagonist's love and righteousness, and removing the pill in front of others and then using it again has a sense of immorality and freshness. Those who watch the movie picture Isn’t it just a stimulus? It can also relieve the tension in this part and serve as a buffer for the climax of the final battle.”

"A movie? It's all fake. It's so reasonable. Who would watch it? Why don't you just look in the mirror at home?"

"No, this thing definitely won't work anyway." Xu Shan denied it flatly, "The joke is not nonsense, and the adaptation is not random fabrication. Even if it is a movie, you should get me something reliable. Go back and think about it carefully before starting."

"You have so many things going on, let me take a look."

The two were speechless for a moment.

Suddenly there was a cry from outside the door: "Dean, someone is looking for you and says they are from King Lu City."

"Please come in."

Lu Xiangjun stood up: "If I have something to do, I won't stay here. You can talk first."

Xu Shan nodded.

Since he is from the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Heart-Killing Sword should have been delivered.

Unexpectedly, the efficiency was quite high, a few months faster than expected.

After waiting for a while, a strange man appeared in front of Xu Shan.

"Dean Xu, I have long admired your name! I, Wu Fu, have been entrusted by Chen Tian and Brother Chen to bring a message to Dean Xu."

"Oh? What's the news?"

Wu Fu said bluntly: "I don't know the details, but something happened to your magic weapon in Qinglei Pavilion. If you have time, I hope you can go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you Brother Wu for sending the message."

Without waiting for Wu Fu's reply, Xu Shan opened the door and extended his hand to see the guests off.

Wu Fu turned around and left without talking nonsense.

When the door closed, a strange color appeared on Xu Shan's face.

Something happened to the magic weapon? What kind of accident could it be that it was destroyed by refining?

No way.

According to his constant understanding, although the magical weapon is beyond a certain distance, the owner cannot sense it.

But if damage is caused, his soul will react no matter how far away it is. It is quantum entangled.

But now he doesn't feel anything abnormal, which is enough to show that there is no major problem with the sword.

What else could it be?

Could it be possible that the sword was lost?

Xu Shan paced and thought hard.

After thinking for a long time, I still didn't get the answer.

Xu Shan sat back down at his desk and continued working.

Arrange the things at hand first. It’s not a bad thing anyway. You’ll know after you go there in person.

...

Three days later, Xu Shan appeared in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion carrying a fruit basket.

Before knocking on the door, the door was already open.

What greeted me was the warm smiling face of the butler.

"Dean Xu, long time no see, Prime Minister has been waiting for a long time."

"Really?" Xu Shan smiled.

It seems that something happened to the sword, wonderful...

"My sword..."

"Dean Xu, where is the Prime Minister waiting for you? You also brought a gift, I will send it over first."

The butler didn't say much, took Xu Shan's fruit basket and walked inside.

When I walked to the familiar hall, a banquet table had already been set up.

Chen Xiangzheng looked at himself solemnly.

Xu Shan was about to say hello when he glanced sideways and saw Chen Tianhe kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, dressed like a beggar.

"Prime Minister Chen, Brother Chen, this..." Xu Shan pointed at Chen Tianhe and hesitated.

Chen Xiang said calmly: "Don't worry about him, please sit down."

Chen Tianhe endured the severe pain all over his body and quietly raised his head to observe the situation.

Great, Xu Shan is here!

I didn't want to take the initiative to drag Xu Shan in, but I couldn't enter the house, and it was really shameless to kneel outside every day.

To make this decision, he could only call Xu Shan to make Grandpa believe that he was not suspicious.

In addition, Xu Shan will be furious if he loses his valuable treasure...

If a quarrel breaks out here and the Chen family and the Li family village turn against each other, it will be more logical to have the Heart-killing Sword in hand in the future!

Unless Xu Shan dies, he will never be the true master of the Heart-killing Sword!

The two sat down.

Chen Xiang said: "Do you already know the matter?"

"I heard that there was something wrong with the sword, but the person who sent the message for Brother Chen didn't know what the specific situation was... He just said that there was something wrong with the magic weapon I had in Qinglei Pavilion, and he asked me to come see you. "

Chen Xiang glanced at Chen Tianhe who was kneeling on the ground angrily.

He was not so stupid as to not tell outsiders the news.

This bastard was going to blow his lungs out!

If it weren't for the grandson whom he looked up to since childhood, he wouldn't have the life to kneel here.

Chen Xiang calmed down and forced a smile on his face.

He picked up the wine pot, sat next to Xu Shan, and poured a glass of wine.

"Ouch, this is really embarrassing to me. Mr. Chen, just say it directly."

Xu Shan was full of humility, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

Chen Xiang said nothing, poured himself another cup, toasted to Xu Shan, and drank it all.

"This cup of wine is my apology to you on behalf of my inferior grandson... To be honest, your sword is lost, and Tianhe and he encountered bad guys on the way back from Qinglei Pavilion to get the sword."

"But don't worry, I have sent people to track it down, and I will definitely help you find the sword back!"

Xu Shan lowered his eyes and thought, and Chen Xiang paid attention to the expression on his face.

After a while, Xu Shan raised his glass and smiled: "Since it's lost, then find it. You are so serious, I thought it was a big deal."

Fuck?

Chen Tianhe looked up in shock.

Chen Xiang was also surprised.

No, is it true.... Why is he like this?

Earth rank eight, the treasure of the sect!

Countless people flocked to it, and the top magic weapons in most forces in the world did not have this rank.

Let alone Xu Shan, even if the sword was his, he would be anxious if he lost it.

But now Xu Shan is not anxious at all, and he doesn't look like he is pretending...

Chen Xiang was confused, and then he asked tentatively: "Aren't you anxious?"

Xu Shan smiled faintly: "Of course I am anxious, but it's useless to be anxious. Isn't it already lost? Compared to this matter, I think there are more urgent things."

"What is it?" Chen Xiang asked hurriedly.

Xu Shan smiled again: "I think you care too much. Don't hurt you and me, and the harmony between the two families because of a magic weapon."

"I'm not anxious about the sword. I can find it slowly." Xu Shan said, picking up the wine pot and filling Chen Xiang's glass.

"You are a senior and a partner. If you didn't show up at Duye Temple not long ago, Duye Temple might not be willing to help me. Chen Xiang, it's not the first time we have dealt with each other, so don't be so serious."

Looking at the wine glass with a faint light, Chen Xiang raised his hand and wiped a thin sweat.

Damn... It seems that he didn't lose the thing.

Xu Shan has such a big heart...

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