"Everyone in the world knows that the sword gives birth to knowledge, that the knowledge of living beings, the soul to the soul, and the one who gives birth to the sword's soul is the sword in the sword, and it is the fairy sword."
"However, among the billions of swords in the world, there is no sword that can awaken sword consciousness. Because most of the nameless swords are not valued by people. If people don't keep swords, how can swords give birth to sword consciousness?"
The young man in plain shirt with scars on his face sat on the ground, the night wind was blowing on the top of the peak, and the young man's hair was flying.
He held an unusual long sword in his hand, "And the disciple treats the sword with sincerity, and is willing to listen to the sound of the sword in the world, and wish to live with the sword of the world. One day, I will be the sword, and the sword will be me."
Jing Yue suddenly woke up from his memories. He pushed open the window of the dormitory and looked at the cold moonlight. Perhaps it was the realization of sword knowledge today.
At that time, everyone in the Cold Cloud Sect knew that Yi Wang was a sword idiot. Unfortunately, the sword in the world is still there, but there are no people...
He turned to think of the Canglan sword that was destroyed by the robbery in his previous life. The sword was already alive. He and Canglan had long been connected with each other, and their spiritual senses were connected, but now the person is still there, but the sword is gone...
"Ugh… "
Jing Yue let out a sigh and melted into the night.
The next day, the morning light was faint, and Jingyue people had come to the Tibetan sword pavilion.
At this time, the door of the sword pavilion was actually open, he was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously swept it with his divine sense, but did not find anyone in the sword pavilion.
Jing Yue walked in in confusion, and when he passed Zhu Sha, he could feel the excitement of the long sword.
He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the sword box that was executed, when someone suddenly said, "The swordsman's junior sister was killed by the Liu family's enemy, and the other party slaughtered the entire Liu family. It was too late when he arrived."
"Later, he spent thirteen years refining a killing sword. As the name suggests, the sword killed a total of 178 enemies, not even the infant. The swordsman's methods are so cruel, He was regarded as a devil by Jianghu Zhengdao, trying to unite to destroy him, or he wanted to snatch his sword of execution."
"Unfortunately, the swordsman has disappeared since then, and this sword has somehow flowed into this world."
Qin Yanzhi looked solemn and pious: "This sword is originally a mortal sword, but it is more than mortal, which shows the skill of the sword maker."
Seeing his attitude, Jing Yue felt a little shaken in his heart, and said in a daze, "So that's the case."
Qin Yanzhi glanced at him slowly, then stroked the sword box that was being executed, and said, "It likes you."
After saying this, he left the sword pavilion.
It wasn't until Qin Yanzhi's back disappeared into the morning light that Jing Yue regained his senses, and immediately took out the execution. The blade trembled slightly, conveying joy, which made him smile.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, and his scalp tingled instantly!
- Qin Yanzhi was clearly in the sword pavilion just now, but his divine sense sweep was missed? This is impossible!
Unless... unless Qin Yanzhi's breath has become one with the sword energy, he is the sword, and the sword is him!
It took Jingyue a long time to calm down his turbulent state of mind. He never imagined that ten thousand years later, he would be fortunate enough to see such a stunning and brilliant swordsman. If he forgets it, he will definitely be able to become friends with Qin Yanzhi!
pity…
Jing Yue shook his head, put down the execution, and picked up a sword on the second floor of the shelf.
Once you find a way, it's only a matter of time before you know the sword.
On this day, Jingyue got to know two more swords, plus the killing was three. The speed seems to be extremely slow, and the goal of knowing more than 30,000 swords in a year seems far away, but Jingyue can feel that he is closer to the sword, and he can confirm that the full spirit body makes it easier for him to communicate with the sword.
In the previous life, he was just like ordinary people, and he dismissed the nameless sword, thinking that he had the supreme swordsmanship, so he should match the supreme sword. Now that I think about it, his talent in kendo is really ordinary. Even if he lives for thousands of years, he is not as thorough as the younger generation.
He was glad that he came to Jiutian Academy, that he chose Kendo, and that he met Qin Yanzhi.
Jing Yue is looking forward to the day after one year, when he knows all the hidden swords in the sword pavilion, how much will he gain
In the evening, he returned to the dormitory, and Lan Feng, who had been wandering outside for two days, also returned. I saw that it was lopsided, its footsteps were vain, its mouth was tweeting from time to time, and its expression was intoxicated.
If it wasn't just a juvenile, Jing Yue really doubted which good chicken it had just bullied.
"Which family's son is this pretty boy? Hiccup~"
A smell of alcohol lingered, making Jingyue extremely suspicious, did it really not bully Liangjiaji? But soon he knew that what Lan Feng did would only be bolder!
"Ajing! Big news!!" Meng Shan rushed in like a gust of wind, "Wu Dao's real wine was stolen by a blue-haired chicken, and the chicken molested the mountain chief again by being drunk!"
Jing Yue: ? ? ? ! !
Meng Shan glanced at Lanfeng in a complicated way, "...is that it?"
Jingyue righteously said: "No!"
Lan Feng: "Hiccup~~~"
"… "
Jingyue: "Cough, first tell me what's going on? Lan, how did that blue chicken molest Qin Zhenjun?"
Meng Shan: "Have you heard that the five-path master who teaches us the spells has a treasure gourd that never leaves his body. The gourd is engraved with a formation, which can absorb the water from the outside, and brew into a good brew in the pot. A real person always comes with a pot every day. As soon as he took out the gourd today, he heard that a student was outside begging to see him. When he came back, the gourd was poured on the table, and there was not a drop of wine left in the pot, but he didn't even see a person. ."
Jingyue: "Then how do you know it's a little blue chicken?"
Meng Shan glanced at Jingyue cautiously, "Later, later, the leader of the mountain was walking on the road, and a little blue chicken flew out of nowhere, smelled of alcohol, and ripped open the front of the leader's chest with one paw."
Jing Yue sucked in a breath of cold air, thought about it and said, "It can't be Jiji, it can't get close to Qin Zhenjun's body at all."
Meng Shan: "Well, it was originally impossible to get close, but the mountain chief was stunned at the time and didn't make a move, just... I think he might have seen that the chicken is your pet... "
After all, the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect kept a rare little blue chicken, and Jiutian Academy has long been known.
Jing Yue was speechless for a moment, just imagine the scene for a moment, and then think about Qin Yanzhi's cold face, and he will explode on the spot!
Early the next morning, Lan Feng woke up from a sweet dream. Just as she was about to fly outside to take a breath of fresh air, she sang a song, and found herself locked by an iron chain.
Lan Feng: Tweet
"Hmph, you want to entangle Ben Feng with such a broken chain?"
Lan Feng raised his claws disdainfully, and was about to break free when he heard Jingjing suddenly say, "If you dare to break free, I will pack you back to the Cold Cloud Sect and let Yiye play with you."
Lan Feng's eyes widened in horror, the original Douyan had become... still Douyan, and he said, "Jingjing, why are you doing this to me!"
Jing Yue looked at Lan Feng silently, and scenes from yesterday echoed in his mind. He never thought that Lan Feng would not only be bold, but also more powerful, no wonder he could tear Qin Yanzhi's clothes!
Meng Shan was scratched several times by it, and left first in the morning with a resentful expression. And what about him? Lan Feng didn't scratch him, but he was exhausted trying to catch Lan Feng, and he was afraid that using magic would really hurt it, so much so that he almost destroyed the dormitory!
After a long time, he asked, "Is Wudao Zhenren's wine good?"
Some fragments flashed in Lan Feng's mind instantly, and he turned his head guiltily, pretending to be ignorant: "You, what do you mean?"
Jing Yue: "... Amnesia, right? Okay, think about it again."
He took the small Canglan sword and walked out. Before going out, he turned around and said, "Don't let me find out that you have unlocked the lock, otherwise... you know."
Lan Feng: "..." Jiji doesn't understand! !
"Why is my little black house swollen and broken by the owner?", "What kind of experience is it to be imprisoned by the owner?", "My owner has turned black!", "Will the whip hurt?", "Is it really cool to be dripped with wax oil?"
For a time, the heartbroken Jiji fell into contemplation.
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Rouge: I am also very tolerant towards your pet...
Jingjing (pretend not to hear): Jiji, you're really brave!
Lan Feng: ji ji ji ji ji burp~