sword sentient beings

Chapter 147 Night Talk
The air in the cellar was oppressive, and his speech was stuffy.But the three of them stayed here all the time and did not go out for a change of fresh air.

Sang Jialiang calmed down, and recalled: "Don't look at me now, you two, I was also a wandering boy when I was young. At that time, I read a lot of story books, and my mind was full of teenagers' adventures, and I was determined to become a ranger in the world. For several years in a row, apart from making a few good friends, I had nothing to gain, until one day I lost one..."

Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi said at the same time: "A cliff?"

Liang Yile of the Sang family said: "No. I was just wandering in the mountains, walking and walking, and suddenly there was no sign, and my eyes changed, the world has changed."

Tang Zhaodao: "It sounds like an empty magic cave."

Jiang Shenyi said: "It may also be Xuanhuang Land."

Sang Jialiang said: "After entering the door, there is no fairy mansion in legend, there is a long, long step. I was not afraid at all, I just felt that my chance had come. I climbed up, climbed and climbed Ah, I have been climbing for a day and a night, the more tired I am, the happier I am. I feel that this is my test. Finally, I came to a gate. The gate is very tall. I think it is tens of feet high, thick and heavy. The gate There are a lot of colorful words on it, twisted and twisted, and every few words are connected together, like a painting. I can't understand it either."

Jiang Shenyi was not sure: "Is it a symbol?"

Liang of the Sang family said: "The door is too heavy. I couldn't push it open. In the end, I only found a senior on the steps. He has been reduced to bones, but he is standing still. With this sword in his hand, he seems to be guarding the door." Same. I didn’t know what reverence was at that time. I touched him with my hand, and he fell apart, half into fly ash, half into broken bones. I quickly gathered him up, and in his remains Find a purse."

He touched his chest and said: "That purse is amazing. It looks small, but it can hold a lot of things. It's really convenient. I use it every day. But I usually put it in my arms. When I take things out of the purse, I just It's like taking something out of your arms, and no one can see it."

It should be a space-type magic weapon. There are many kinds of similar magic weapons. The magic weapon stored in Tang Zhao’s pot is the highest-level one, and there are many lower-level ones. The size of the space is different, and the state of the things is different. The weight is also different.

Speaking of this, Sang Jialiang was a little ashamed, and said: "At that time, I already believed that this was my adventure, so I took away the purse and sword together, and didn't leave anything to others. In the end, I was a little embarrassed, so I took the bones of the seniors with me. Come out to bury him. I want to build a grave for him, but I am afraid that others will find it, and even the top of the grave has been leveled."

Tang Zhao calmly said: "This is normal. Excavating a grave is one thing. Since you buried him and did not expose his corpse to the wilderness, you have fulfilled your obligation. It is also your right to take away the relics. Do you take the things outside your body with you?" Come, if you don’t take it with you, you might as well give it to the living.”

This is a general rule, and it has been handed down from the front.It is said that after many swordsmen died on the front line, his comrades in arms would bury his body and take over all the relics, and at most return the sword to the army.As for the compensation for the families of the victims, that is what the Legion should do.

Sang Jialiang laughed a few times, and said: "In addition to this sword, there is the exercise just now in the purse, and there is also a fruit-like thing. I really thought it was a fruit at the time, and I ate it in one bite, but my internal strength skyrocketed. There are also some The stone slabs also have crooked patterns on them, so I didn’t take them out because I couldn’t understand them.” He opened his purse and took out a few silver stone slabs.

Tang Zhao took it, and said, "Yishi? Ah, no, there are symbols on it, which are rune pages. Could it be that this senior is a talisman sword master?"

Sure enough, it was a page of strange stone runes. This thing was useless, and only rune sword masters would use it to record runes.A swordsman will carry a spell, but never a rune.So, this senior is still a sword rune master?

Or even... a swordsmith?

He asked again: "Are the symbols on it similar to those colorful symbols on the gate?"

Sang Jialiang thought for a while and said, "Yes, it's almost the same thing."

Sure enough, it is a symbol.Extensive use of symbols, could it be that...

Jiang Shenyi asked curiously: "What do you think the fruit looks like?"

Sang Jialiang said: "It's just a transparent ball. The skin is very thin and transparent. There seems to be a ball of air in the ball. I took a bite, and it seemed like it was going to explode. I lay on the ground and passed out. It took me a long time to wake up." After waking up, my internal strength skyrocketed. I was so proud at the time, I felt that I was destined to be in my body, and I was amazing. So I ran amok in the arena, did a lot of messy things, and even almost fell into the thieves. Finally, after several times Only after learning the lesson did I take it easy, go home and defend my hometown with peace of mind."

Jiang Shenyi raised his finger and said, "I'm convinced, brother is really brave."

Both Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi guessed that what kind of fruit it was, it was clearly the container used by the Talisman Sword Master to collect wind quality materials, and what was contained in it was probably the internal force.This old man took a big mouthful of pure internal energy, but he didn't burst his body. Instead, his skills improved by a coincidence. It can only be said that he is very talented and lucky.

Tang Zhao warned him again not to eat indiscriminately, and Sang Jialiang said repeatedly: "I know, I know, I was young at that time, and I thought about it in my mind, thinking that I should collect it in time if there is a chance, and don't cut it off. Now I don't dare .I sometimes think about it, wishing I could go back and give me an old punch.”

He explained his previous experience clearly, and Tang Zhao also had a decision in his heart.He glanced at Jiang Shenyi, Jiang Shenyi understood, and said it didn't matter, Tang Zhao said: "Have you ever held this sword? Can you pull it out? Did you feel anything at that time?"

Sang Jialiang said: "Of course I took it. I took it all the way back and tried to draw the sword, but I couldn't pull it out. It feels...it feels quite heavy."

It's uninspired...

When an inspired person encounters an unsuitable sword, even if he cannot pull it out, he will still have a strange feeling.May feel rejected, or bored, disgusted.No feeling at all, just no inspiration.

Because he couldn't pull it out, and the Zihui sword was so ordinary, Sang Jialiang didn't pay much attention to it at the time. If it wasn't for the strange experience, he would almost hang it in the house to ward off evil spirits.Later, when he got older and gained more knowledge, he gradually realized that something was wrong, and he hid the sword deeper and deeper. If Tang Zhao had been here a few years earlier, he might have seen the sword under his pillow that people in Jianghu dream of.

Tang Zhao looked at Jiang Shenyi and said, "Brother, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Shenyi shook his head, and said: "I said I don't want to be a swordsman. I want to try it out. It's okay if I don't fit. What if I do?"

Others are looking forward to finding their own sword, but he is on the contrary, afraid of finding the right sword.He was afraid of shaking his resolve.

Tang Zhaodao: "I can only hold a sword that I forged myself. A well-made sword is covered with dust. It's better to stay where it is. Brother Sang must not show it to others."

Just after a quick glance, he felt that the sword did not attract him, it was not even as good as the Xiezhi sword, and he thought there was no fate between the two parties.Of course, even if they matched again, it would be difficult to match them [-]%, and it was still not as good as a sword made by myself.

Sang Jialiang hurriedly said: "No, no, how can I feel at ease with such a valuable thing? Once you leave, I will think about this treasure every day. Can I still sleep? You should take it away."

Tang Zhaodao: "Brother Sang, I think that since you can meet this sword, it means that you are destined. Now you have no inspiration, but that is because you have not practiced Xuangong. When you practice Xuangong, you may be able to inspire inspiration. It’s time for you to try this sword again. Maybe then you will be able to draw it.”

He is not hitting luck, Xuan Gong can influence the direction of a person's inspiration.The "Mountain Gate Night Watch Jue" and the sword belong to the same person, and it is very likely that the two match.Sang Jialiang is likely to be able to pick up this sword based on the inspiration from this profound kung fu practice.If this is the case, he will be considered as the successor of the senior gatekeeper.

"Compared with this sword, we want to know more, where is that secret place?"

That Senior Bone is both a swordsman and a talisman sword master. With such a prominent status, he can only be a gatekeeper. What good things are there in the gate full of talismans?

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A hundred miles away, Jiming Mountain.

The Juyi Hall is brightly lit, with a plaque of "Rooster Crowing" hanging in the middle, and five chairs are lined up in a row below.

The four chairs are all empty, except for a middle-aged scribe dressed as a Confucian scholar sitting on the first chair on the left.In front of him, there was an old man with white beard kneeling tremblingly.

The scribe was about to speak when he heard someone shouting from behind: "Master, it's a disaster, it's a disaster!"

The scribe didn't wait to see anyone, he got up as soon as he heard the voice, cupped his hands and said, "Master. Are you back?"

A big black-faced man walked outside, wearing gorgeous five-color fur clothes, sitting on the tiger-skin chair in the middle, and said: "Master, there is something I want you to do during the night. It just so happened that you didn't sleep—huh? This old man is Who?"

The scribe said: "You should obey your orders. This is the head of Hu Zhuang. If the head of the family has something urgent, tell him to go away."

The big man thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of which village in Huzhuang, and said, "I'm not in a hurry—what's a villager doing here at night?" He suddenly slapped his thigh, and said, "I know, yes Cry poor!"

The scribe said: "The head of the family is wise. This old man is saying that the year is not good and he can't make up the offerings. He wants to ask the village to forgive him."

The big man stared and said: "Fart! This one is not good, and the other one is not good. This is to treat us as wronged species? Then the field outside is not food? If you don't pay the money, you will drag it out and bury it—"

The old man hurriedly kowtowed like pounding garlic, and shouted: "Your Majesty, spare your life."

The scribe said: "Lord Dazhai, please calm down. This old man knows what is good or bad. He has a quick mind and wants to help the village. Let's forgive him."

The head of the village didn't think so and said, "Only by him? I thought he was old when he lifted my shoes. What can he do for us?"

The scribe smiled slightly, stroked his mustache, and said, "He said he could help us get rid of Sangjialiang in Wushubao."

　Finally paid off!Woohoo, it's not easy!thanks for your support!Let's start a new journey!

　　
　
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