The master of Zixiao Pavilion said sternly: "Then why did you choose that sword! Which weapon in this weapons pavilion is not more eye-catching than that sword?"
Shen Ning glanced at the weapons on the surrounding weapon racks with a disapproving expression.
"I think those weapons are too sharp, and a truly good weapon should be ingenious but not workmanlike, just like that humble iron sword."
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion sneered: "Do you think this sword is a good weapon? You don't regret choosing this sword?"
Shen Ning said: "Of course I don't regret it. I just like this iron sword. Uncle, are you reluctant to part with it? Could it be that I have chosen your sweetheart?"
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion snorted: "Don't be so glib. This Pavilion Master keeps his word. As long as you like it, you can take it. Since you have chosen this sword, then go get it and let's leave here." Bar."
Shen Ning smiled and cupped her hands at him: "Thank you, uncle. I didn't expect that uncle really kept his word, so I would be disrespectful."
She walked to the corner, and now she was closer, and she could see the sword more clearly. Only when she saw it clearly did she understand why the master of Zixiao Pavilion had a sneer on his face.
Because this sword is not a sword at all. It is just a large iron bar that looks like a long sword. It has no edge or edge, and it doesn't even have a hilt.
She couldn't help but smile bitterly at her own cleverness.
I originally thought this was a good sword, but I didn't expect that after choosing it over and over, I chose the worst weapon in the entire arsenal. In other words, it was not a weapon at all. It could not be used to chop firewood. It could only be used to chop firewood. Can be used as a fire stick.
This cunning old fox, he was obviously very happy when he saw that he had picked this broken iron bar, but he always showed a look of surprise and reluctance, making him really think that he had picked his favorite. I bit you to death, and it's impossible to regret it now. The old fox must be snickering in his stomach!
Forget it, even if it is a broken iron bar, it was chosen by itself and cannot blame others.
The worst case scenario is taking it back and using it as a fire stick!
Shen Ning reached out for the hilt of the sword. If the bare iron bar could be regarded as the hilt, as soon as she held it in her hand, she felt a bone-chilling coldness. She immediately shivered and let go of the hilt, shouting. Said: "It's so cold, so cold."
She raised her head and looked at the Master of Zixiao Pavilion: "Uncle, why is this sword so cold? Is there something weird about it?"
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion said with a cold face: "If you feel weird, you can choose another weapon, and I will give you a chance to regret it."
Humph, the old fox wouldn't be so kind. He must not want to let himself choose this sword at all.
Shen Ning already knew something in her mind. She knew that she must have chosen a sword that was one of a kind by mistake. It was like a big piece of fat that reached her mouth. She would not spit it out no matter what.
"That's not okay. What you say is like water being thrown out. How can you take it back at will? Uncle, you can keep your word. Although I am a little girl, I must learn from you, uncle. You must not go back on your word, otherwise you will become a villain who breaks your promise. Since I picked this cold stick, I will take it away. "
As Shen Ning spoke, she tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped it layer by layer around the iron bars, and then reached out to hold it. Even though it was wrapped in several layers of cloth, she could still feel a chill running through her palms.