Jiang Niannian looked at the paper in her hand, petrified. When Teacher Ji retired from the literary world, she was completely opposed to it.
"Haha." Ji Yufeng waved his hand: "Don't tell me, I've even had a few gray hairs thinking of a resounding name for my son."
Jiang Niannian: I can’t do it. How should I respond? Praising him for having a good name
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Niannian said tentatively: "Master, why don't I think of a name too? What do you think?"
"Oh? Tell me about it."
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Niannian slowly said: "… Mingcang, how about Ji Mingcang? It is taken from 'Ming Fei Cang Jiang Liu', which means independent and thoughtful, intelligent, with a bright future, and will become a great man!
“Good! Good name, this is it, Ji Mingcang, not bad, not bad, why can’t I think of one? Thank you, little girl!” The vulgar man laughed heartily, lacking the aura of a high and mighty True Lord, but instead being somewhat down-to-earth: “Hahahahaha… From now on, I’ll protect you. Anyone who dares to bully you in Rimuli is just being disrespectful to me!”
Jiang Niannian thanked him gently: "Thank you, Master Nanhua."
"Why call me Zhenjun? Call me Big Brother."
“…Thank you, bro.”
Ji Yufeng seemed to have thought of something, rummaged in the corner, and pulled out a sword.
The hilt of the sword is made of green jade with pointed leaves entwined around it, resembling bamboo but not being bamboo, with a green tassel. The sword body is extremely sharp, emitting a faint green light, giving people a feeling of a clear stream.
Even someone like Jiang Niannian, who knows nothing about swords, felt from the bottom of his heart that this was a rare and good sword.
Ji Yufeng handed over the sword: "Here, this is a treasure I found when I went down the mountain some time ago. It is the only one in the world. I just found out that you have a single spiritual root of the wood element. This sword is suitable for you. Here, I give it to you."
Jiang Niannian refused to take it: "How can I afford this? It's too expensive. I, I can't afford it!"
"Here you go, just take it, stop talking so much." Ji Yufeng frowned and threw the sword over. Jiang Niannian's heart tightened and she hurriedly caught it.
It's not very heavy.
Ji Yufeng said seriously: "This sword is not an ordinary iron sword. It is very spiritual and has been consecrated. It will recognize the first person who gives it blood as its master. You only need a drop of blood from your fingertips to give it a name."
Jiang Niannian nodded, her mind spinning rapidly, she had already thought of a name, so she cut her fingertips and dripped blood on it.
Suddenly, the sword body glowed like the Great Sage.
As the words were on the tip of his tongue, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
“What the hell!!!”
"What's wrong?"
"There's a cockroach over there. It's huge and it can fly!"
Ji Yufeng slapped it to death. He seemed to be used to it. He subconsciously patted Jiang Niannian's shoulder and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it's dead."
"Damn it! Don't touch me with your hands that you used to slap bugs!"
Jiang Niannian wanted to cry but had no tears, and thought to herself: Oh no!
When I looked at the hilt of the sword, I saw two golden words clearly engraved on it - "Fuck".
Don't ask, it's the name of a plant.
Jiang Niannian: ... I have never been so speechless in my life QAQ.
Jiang Niannian returned to the back mountain with a sad face. It was convenient to have a sword, and they arrived there in a short while.
"Brother, I wanted to ask the Holy Lord Fuhua for a favor, but was rejected."