Cheng Qian has no shortage of swords - the Fuyao faction has a wealthy head, and he has nothing left but money, and it is no problem to use a sword or throw a sword. It's just that Cheng Qian has been on Qinglong Island, and what he encounters on weekdays is nothing more than Zhang Dasen.
A sword is not new, but this one is different, Cheng Qian can see it at a glance.
He didn't have to think about it, he knew that this was definitely not given by Yan Zhengming. First, this ordinary, even a bit old scabbard didn't meet the taste of their sect master. Good things will never be so sneaky, but if Yan Zhengming has something good that he wants to give away, he will definitely show it off to his brothers and sisters with a big fanfare, and then hold a hair-combing contest or something to make everyone go round and round. Whoever serves the uncle will be happy. only to whom.
If you look closely, the hilt and body of this sword are engraved with intricate spells, which are surprisingly complex, one ring after another. some spell.
He raised his finger, tentatively wanted to touch the blade, but stopped before he touched it—just when his finger was less than half an inch away from the blade, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something indescribable in his heart. Feel.
It was a coldness with the smell of rust, looming and lingering around the blade, as if the blade was alive.
Cheng Qian was puzzled at first, and then, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly opened his eyes, there was a dark talisman around this sword!
You must know that dark talismans are the essence of talismans, and it is impossible to achieve great powers unless Cheng Qian has seen them.
And if you talk about it in detail, even the dark talisman of Beimingjun is not pure, because the carrier is very special, it is his own soul, not so much that he is a high-strength talisman technique, in fact, it is more like a method of magic soul cultivation. Not much flow.
There are many people in the world who understand spells, and there are many craftsmen, but how many people can add dark charms around the sword
Cheng Qian could almost imagine that once this thing was born, it must be a famous sword that everyone could not ask for. But he carefully searched around the sword body, but did not find Jian Ming.
At this moment, Cheng Qian found a corner of the note protruding under the tea tray on the table. The side of the note was soaked by something. He dipped it a little and sniffed it under his nose. It was a pool of blood.
The blood-stained note reads: "The 'Frost Blade' is returned to its original owner and must not be used without authorization, remember."
Whether it was "Frost Blade" or "Return to the Original Owner", Cheng Qian was puzzled. He carefully checked his room from the inside to the outside, and finally, he found another string of bloodstains in the corner by the window.
The person who left the sword must have left the back window, and the puddle has been playing in the front yard, and it is normal that he is not disturbed.
Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, considering whether he should tell Yan Zhengming about the matter, but hesitantly reached out to push the door several times, and then all retreated - he felt that the person who left the sword might not have good intentions. Not like a good thing either.
Cheng Qian has always been a temperament to report good news but not bad news. After thinking for a while, he decided not to disturb the others. He pushed open the window, jumped out, and quietly chased the bloodstain by himself.
He also pointed and gently wiped it on his own eyes, pouring the true essence into both eyes, and suddenly, the mountains and rivers in front of him came alive, and the bloodstains hidden everywhere were clearly seen by Cheng Qian.
I don't know who the injured person is. It doesn't seem fatal, and the fine head is still very strong. He ran for half of Qinglong Island. It was not until Cheng Qian chased near a reef by the sea that he found that the blood was broken.
Luo+Xia-Xiao+Speaking+ + +
Cheng Qian thought: "Is it possible that I jumped into the sea?"
He was looking down at the seaside when suddenly, a sense of crisis arose in his heart for no reason.
I don't know if this kind of intuition is due to practicing Qi or honing it from frequent fights. Cheng Qian trusts it very much.
This time to hide, the time to hide is very inch, almost at the next moment, a few masked people fell from the sky, looking around.
Cheng Qian's eyes swept across, his pupils shrank, for nothing else - these people were descended by Yu Jian.
He didn't know if Yan Zhengming had touched Yujian's side now, anyway, he couldn't do it himself, not to mention that the other party's cultivation base was higher than him, there were more than ten people.
There is no need to guess where these people are from, seeing them walking in masks in the middle of the night, you will know that what they are doing is definitely not an upright thing.
Cheng Qian didn't have time to think about it carefully. The next moment, a masked man blew a long whistle, and a strangely-shaped bird in the air immediately fell down. It is even bigger than the big wings, and it glides down like a blue sky on its back.
Cheng Qian was already in a cold sweat behind his back—he had a senior brother like Li Yun, who was quite knowledgeable in miscellaneous things, and he had heard a lot of anecdotes from him. Detecting the breath of strangers, because it can fly, is much more useful than a spirit dog.
The living bird is very keen, and saw Cheng Qian long ago. The first thing after receiving the order was to shout in the direction where he was hiding.
No matter how good his movements were, he couldn't escape the sword-fighting technique. In a hurry, Cheng Qian quickly took out a few small bottles from his waist and took out a few small bottles. , those things were made by Li Yun for them to play with. Cheng Qian couldn't explain what they were used for. He only vaguely remembered that there was someone who could hide his body.
"Try your luck." He thought, and then Cheng Qian felt as if his whole body was frozen, and his body was so numb that he couldn't move.
He felt bitter in his heart, feeling that thanks to his second senior brother, he might have to explain it here.
The living bird and the masked man quickly ran towards Cheng Qian, who couldn't move for a while, but the next moment, they passed him by blindly.
Could it be that he did get the potion to hide his body, but he couldn't move because of side effects
But when his eyes could turn a little harder, Cheng Qian realized that he did not disappear, but turned into a stone.
Although Li Yun's unknown fossil water saved his life, it also set Cheng Qian Qian in place for a whole night. Those masked people came and went, and didn't leave until it was almost dawn.
Before leaving, the leader looked around aimlessly, Cheng Qian saw his eyes clearly, and for a moment he felt that this person was a bit familiar, at least those eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere.
By the time Cheng Qian was able to move again, it was almost the end of the day.
Wrapped in the sea breeze, he dragged his stiff body back to his residence, just as Li Yun pushed the door open.
Li Yun's face was haggard, obviously he had been busy all night, but he was fine. He saw a veil on his face, and the room behind him seemed to have just caught fire. out.
Li Yun raised his head weakly, and said to the puddle, who was riding on the top of the wall to catch bugs, "Little Junior Sister, catch it."
Said, he took out an elixir and shot it towards the puddle at the top of the wall.
The puddle can always reveal a bit of inhuman bird air inadvertently—for example, she is much smarter than the average child, and she is especially good at catching fast-moving things. Hearing this, she didn't stretch out her hand, and immediately stretched her neck unhurriedly, opened her mouth "Ow", and placed the medicinal pill in her mouth with great precision.
She licked the elixir, tasted the sweetness, and ate it like a jelly bean.
Cheng Qian: ""
Even though she knew that what Li Yun threw to her was an elixir to suppress the demonic qi, she still felt a little moody when she saw this situation.
He was astonished by how well-trained the little junior sister was, except that she was not trained much like a human being.
Li Yun saw her eating, and then he let go of a thought and smiled, yawned, and then went back to the house.
Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he stopped him and said, "Wait, second senior brother, let me ask you something."
Li Yun: "What?"
Cheng Qian: "Do you know the 'Frost Blade' sword?"
Li Yun took a step and said strangely: "Frost Blade? What do you ask it to do?"
"I saw a legend by chance," Cheng Qian said insincerely, "so do you know?"
Li Yun frowned: "I heard a little - it is said that this sword does not have a sword inscription, because the sword body is extremely cold, and it is not red or hot when it falls into the real fire of samadhi, because the sword body is extremely cold, so it was named ' Frost Blade', I heard that besides this, it also has a nickname called 'No Good Death Sword'."
What a great name.
Li Yun continued: "I think back then, this frost-blade sword was born because it slashed three big demons in a row. The sword holder became famous in one fell swoop, and the sword was also touted as a sword for subduing demons and eliminating demons. Five years later, that senior fell into the hands of a great demon together with the sword and the sword. Since then, there have been countless dead souls under the sword and frost, and by the time the great demon cultivator has won the position of Beiming, this sword has been regarded as a sword. Thirty years later, the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons was betrayed by the disciples and died under this sword, and the frost blade fell into the hands of the disciples of the demon cultivator. For another ten years, the ten major sects encircled and suppressed the Demon Dao. , slaughtered more than a hundred people, large and small, and this sword fell into the hands of a righteous master, and after turning around, it became a weapon of defense again, everyone thought the dust had settled, and guess what?"
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What?"
Li Yun said with a smile: "One hundred and thirty and four years later, the great master died unexpectedly because of a Taoist companion, and he was so devastated that he slashed his neck with a frost-blade sword. Since then, the whereabouts of the famous sword are unknown. Unlucky things?"
Cheng Qian didn't answer, but returned to his house full of thoughts.
However, even if it is ominous, this frost blade is still like a peerless beauty to a satyr, a rare treasure to a fortune fan, an ancient scroll to a bookworm, and the charm is almost irresistible to the sword master.
Cheng Qian picked it up and put it down several times, and finally used all his willpower to lock this famous sword of unknown origin into the cabinet. ”, I wish I could rescue it in the next moment, always by my side.
But there are so many strange things about this matter. Cheng Qian can't figure out who would sneak into his house and leave such a sword of the world behind. It was already rash for him to chase out the day before. Decide.
Because of the big competition, the whole Qinglong Island was coaxed into a ball. Even Zhang Dasen and the others did not have time to trouble Cheng Qian. Half a month later, the huge list was engraved on a big rock on the hillside of the lecture hall. Above, the battle order for the first round of competition has been decided.
On that day, the island was really crowded with people, and I saw that the great powers who saw their heads and saw their tails on weekdays all formed two rows and wore the same clothes.
It can be said that people rely on clothes, and the white clothes fluttering in this water, even Tang Wanqiu looks a little more human-I saw that the left and right guardians of the scripture hall were on their own sides, but there seemed to be a Chu River and Han world in the middle. No one cares.
Perhaps it was because the clothes were too white, which made Tang Wanqiu look disheveled. Cheng Qian swept his eyes around her, only to feel that she seemed even more unhappy than usual.
When he looked again, Zhou Hanzheng didn't seem to be very happy, only to see a mask-like smile on his face, but the Sansi fan in his hand was not opened, he was knocking on the palm of his hand, and his eyes wandered from time to time.
Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, he suddenly remembered the eyes of the masked man that made him feel a little familiar, how he looked like Zhou Hanzheng!
But before he could think about it, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, followed by deafening cheers. Cheng Qian first began to wonder why, and when he looked again, all the powerful people on the stage got up, only to hear someone shouting: "Island Lord! Island Lord! I'm here in person!"
Among them, only Yan Zhengming had seen the island owner of Qinglong. For a while, even Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel a little curious. He tiptoed slightly and followed the crowd to look over there. Walking through the crowd, all of them like fairy boys, filed in from the crowd, came to the center of the ring, and lined up silently on both sides.
When the team came to the end, the true face of Qinglong Island Lord was revealed.
The island owner is a tall and tall man. According to the standard of a mortal man, this man is only in his early thirties. Wearing a green dragon staff, a little higher than his entire body.
The island owner didn't raise his head very much when he walked, and his steps were not big. He was full of indescribable weak bookishness. He walked all the way to the middle of the big arena. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes slowly scanned the audience. He deliberately stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming.
Not only is the island owner ranked among the four saints not imposing at all, but his brows are filled with some indescribable sadness, like a scholar who is so poor that he has no food, his eyes are on a few people from Fuyao. The sweeper took it back, and nodded lightly to the left and right guardians of the scripture hall, and took the main seat.
Over the years, the owner of Qinglong Island seems to be non-existent. He has not shown his face all the year round. The people below immediately boiled over, but Yan Zhengming frowned secretly: "It's strange."
What's the only thing that's weird
Cheng Qian glanced at him, and heard Yan Zhengming's inaudible whisper: "Didn't the island owner stay in seclusion all the time, and didn't even show up when the Xianshi market opened? He came out to do a competition between loose cultivators and disciples. what?"
No one answered him - Han Yuan, who was inquiring about it, did not know where to go.
Qinglong Island was so lively that people were a little nervous. Of course, Han Yuan couldn't miss it. He went to check the list over and over again. Speaking of which, this kid should also be beaten, let him memorize some books, and get him alive. Destiny, these useless things can be unforgettable, looking back and forth, he has to listen to all directions, and listen to the comments of the long-tongued people from beginning to end.
Listening to the meaning of those who talk to the bottom of their tongues, Zhang Dasen is actually respected in the loose cultivator. Han Yuan was very unconvinced and said: "My little brother just doesn't like to show his face, that Zhang Dahei was cut down by him in private. It's broken into slag, and he doesn't have the face to say it himself, these things that have eyes but don't recognize Mount Tai.
Suddenly, another person said, "Zhang Dasen? Oh, if I say something bad, he's really nothing."
Han Yuan suddenly felt that he had met a bosom friend, and hurriedly stretched his neck to look at the speaker.
Everyone hurriedly asked "how to say", only to see that the well-informed person caught everyone's addiction, so they said calmly: "Look, there are ten arenas? Ten winners are to be decided, and then there are ten winners. Only those of us who are the winners of the Lecture Hall's loose cultivation are qualified to enter the real Qinglong Island competition, and compete with the inner disciples of Qinglong Island."
Han Yuan was startled.
The man said again: "Think about it again, the big guy has been on this island for more than five years. Except for a few errands, have you ever met those inner disciples?"
Everyone shook their heads one after another, Han Yuan squeezed forward like a loach, and said in a loud voice, "Brother, don't give a shit!"
The man gave a "hey", shook his head and said, "The resources and aptitudes of inner disciples are not comparable to mine, not to mention I heard that some disciples with good aptitudes will not come out for ten or eight years after retreating in the mountains, day by day. Working hard and studying hard, that fellow Daoist Zhang Dasen, at best, is the top among us, and he meets the real hehe."
When he said this, he acted incomprehensible, shook his head and waved his hands, and said nothing.
Han Yuan rolled his eyes and ran away.
Support: Please share it with your friends!