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Of course, the sword also has its own dignity, especially on the first day of the world, the only way to rely on pressure is of course not, so this is also a question of "rebellion" twice a day. On the contrary, the Ziwei soft sword did not have such a high sense of pride due to its poor quality, so it did not betray Ye Chun.

Ye Chun's face was confused, Xu said, "This old man has never seen a swordsman like you. He learned a lot today. The old man wants to go back and fight with the sword. This may be his last work." When this sword comes out, here it is for you. Whether you use it yourself or entrust it to someone you can trust, that's your business. "

Xu said he was leaving, looking at the desolate back, as if Ye Chun was alone.

Think about it too, a rare sword comes out of the oven, generally requires the full effort of the swordsman, and even more is a sword that uses the body to martyrdom.

Not everyone is an Oyez pervert. Nearly ten swords of Guangchao's name have been forged. Take a look at Mr. Xu's age and condition. His forging fails well. If he succeeds, maybe the whole person will die because he drains his heart and blood.

Ye Chun felt this solemn aura and couldn't help feeling it. Tens of thousands of heads galloped past.

What's this? What's this? Lao Tzu scolded your parents, but you are still grateful to me, and even sacrificed your body to throw a sword, will you give it back to me?

The world is so crazy, Ye Chun feels that he needs to slow down, can he make a sword? Ye Chun thought that the world must be crazy.

For Master Xu, he is now completely playing with the sword. He liked it so much that he was like a street writer named Dazao. Even if the book is hopeless, he has to stick with it because he loves it.

But looking at him just now, this sword really wants to be forged, at least not worse than cold water. If it weren't for the peak of his work, Xu Fuzi would never have the face to show a lonely attitude and give up.

"The whole thing moved me a little?" Ye Chun scratched his head, while the original book didn't describe Xu so much. He's not a good man, he's not a bad man, he's not a bad man, but he has to be a pure man.

For the sword, even life cannot be lost.

In his life, there was only one sword.

Only before his benchmark, his parents made swords like Yuan Hong and Shark Tooth, the second-class swords in the world, but Ye Chun said inadvertently, on the contrary, it made him enlightened.

He thought of the universe.

No, he felt very forgiving. The swordsman's world can only be the sword, but it can't hurt anything else. If he meets someone who despises the sword and recklessly insults the sword in the hands of a swordsman, is he just as miserable as another person who insults his ideals?

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. If you don't say that Confucius is a saint, what he says is generally unreasonable.

Of course, these contents were compiled by Xu Fuzi himself. Ye Chun didn't put the sword in his heart at all. First, ah, second, what are dry mortars and rocket launchers? Did you pass the 59 tank? Have you ever made an aircraft carrier? Mushrooms are too big?

If Xu knew about this, he would directly doubt life. But he did, and Ye Chun felt that something should be done instead of letting a pure dreamer die.