"Iron armored spider, can stimulate the protective cover to protect the master, like to eat withered leafflies, scythe beetles, easy to raise, strong resistance to ordinary beast charms..."
"The white-patterned deer have healing talent skills, like to eat green chili grass, easy to raise, high vigilance, difficult to form a bond..."
"One-eyed spirit bats can attack enemies with sound waves. They like to eat mortal rats. They are easy to raise, and their numbers are scarce. It is not easy to fix their souls..."
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For a period of time after that, Jing Yue spent sleepless nights and forgot to eat and study the beast-fixing charms suitable for all kinds of spirit beasts. He set the appropriate price according to different talismans, and handed it over to Wang Xiaoli to arrange.
Two days later, several academy students passed Lecheng Street with their heads held high, attracting the crowd in amazement.
"Wow, is that an iron armored spirit spider? Ah, that is a white-patterned spirit deer!"
"The white-patterned deer looks like this. It's the first time I've seen it. It's so cute."
At this time, a bat flew to the shoulder of a man carrying a gourd, and a little girl in the passerby cried out in fear, leading her elders and said, "Don't be afraid, that is also a spirit beast, called a one-eyed spirit bat... etc. Wait? One-eyed bat? Could it be that I'm dazzling?"
"Isn't that the one-eyed spirit bat that ranks third on the list of the most difficult spirit beasts to form a bond once in ten years?"
"That's right, I remember that the white-patterned deer was ranked fifth, no... It seems that their spirit beasts have a hard time recognizing their masters. How can they be so close to them?"
"As expected of a student of Jiutian Academy, his methods are extraordinary."
Listening to the praise from passers-by, several students had their chests high, and they only felt that the academy token that was deliberately displayed on their waists was even more dazzling.
They all returned from the beast castle, and they all used the beast talisman refined by Jingyue, and they all succeeded in one fell swoop.
When they returned to Jiutian Academy, there was no need to mention the uproar caused. In short, Wang Xiaoli received the spirit stone with a soft hand. Some of the previous batch of people paid it back, and later people rushed to send it as a deposit.
At the same time, Wang Xiaoli also brought a piece of news to Jing Yue, saying that the Beast Castle had contacted the shop of the Cold Cloud Sect several times and wanted more Wooden Sky Sparrow Dingbing Talismans.
But Jingyue has no psychological understanding of all this, and he devoted himself to knowing the sword. Fortunately, since he woke up Ku Sheng, he and the sword seem to have a bit of a connection, and the ability to recognize swords has improved to a higher level. He can recognize hundreds of swords a day, otherwise he really can't complete the task that Qin Yanzhi explained.
In a blink of an eye, it was time for the annual exam.
In the early morning of this day, before the magnificent sunrise on the horizon faded, all the students majoring in kendo gathered at the gate of Jiange.
Everyone looked different, some were confident, some were calm, and some were uneasy. Jing Yue... is the fourth type who is obviously uneasy and still pretends to be calm.
Beside him, several cultivators whispered about the assessment method, and some people shared various gossips they had inquired, but Jing Yue was a little absent-minded. Although he knows all the hidden swords in the sword pavilion, he always feels that the assessment is not easy, and there may be some unexpected obstacles...
Just thinking about it, Qin Yanzhi is here. He rarely wears a purple coat today, and the morning light depicts his outline - a high nose bridge, clear eyebrows, thin lips are light red, and he looks a little affectionate.
Jing Yue thought in a trance, Qin Zhenjun has so many Taoist robes, he has seen each other so many times, it seems that the style or color is not the same every time...
When he was distracted, Qin Yanzhi had already gone straight to the topic, "Today's assessment, no one is allowed to borrow spiritual sense, and only hearing is allowed in the five senses. I will take the sword at will, you need to tell me which sword it is from the sound of the sword. Sword, including name, size, material, and suitable exercises! If you answered wrong, you will continue to stay in the Tibetan sword pavilion next year."
There was silence in the field, and many students suspected that Qin Zhenjun wanted to embarrass them on purpose, and even the people who were full of self-confidence looked worried.
For Jing Yue, this worry was even worse, because Qin Yanzhi's eyes fell on him.
"you first."
Jingyue: "..."
Really ruthless! If you don't release water, let him wait and see!
As the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect, if he fails the examination, I am afraid that the news will spread throughout the Jiutian Academy in less than half a day, and it will spread throughout the entire cultivation world in less than a month!
Although his heart turned upside down, he stepped forward calmly on the surface, slowly closed his eyes in front of Qin Yanzhi, and closed his four senses.
His world went into darkness, there was no light, no smell, and he couldn't even feel the temperature of the morning sun, but his hearing seemed to be sharper.
Outside the darkness, Qin Yanzhi waved his hand, and a certain sword box in the sword pavilion was inspired to rush out and stop firmly in front of him. Qin Yanzhi took out the long sword cautiously, flicked it with both fingers, and a dull sound entered everyone's ears.
At that moment, Jing Yue miraculously settled down, and a painting gradually formed in his consciousness.
At the beginning, the picture was outlined by lines, simple but meticulous. Gradually, the painting was dyed with color, and the people and scenes in the painting came to life...
The verdant green hills set off the clouds in the sky, and the rising sun gilded the edges of the clouds with golden light. The bird's trajectory cut through the clouds, like a fish leaping out of the sea, and finally, it landed on an old tree in a small village.
There was a blacksmith shop not far away, and the big shirtless man was wielding a giant hammer and pounding the sword embryo in his hand. Hot sweat rolled down from his bronze-colored skin, as if it had been drenched in a torrential rain.
A little boy with pigtails squatted beside him, raised his head and said, "Daddy, Goudan also wants to play."
The man smiled heartily: "Father is not playing, Father is playing a good sword for the guests."
Goudan: "That Goudan also wants to play a good sword."
The man couldn't stop laughing, "Okay! We dog eggs have ambition!"
Early the next morning, Goudan found that there was a bench in the yard, and a very hard blue stone was fixed at one end of the bench.
He asked the big man with puzzled eyes, and the other man rubbed his head with a smile, "Goudan is young and can't wield a hammer. Dad found a sword sharpening stone for you. Goudan went to the woods to carry a piece for you. A stone that can be moved, if you sharpen it more, you will be able to sharpen a good sword, but you can't give up halfway."
Goudan was so excited that he jumped to the woods. A woman came out of the room and said angrily to the big man: "You are not serious, and you are making fun of Goudan. How can a stone become a sword?"
The big man rubbed his head with a smirk and said, "I just want to find something for Goudan to do. He has no martial arts, so he can only be a mortal in this life. I simply let him exercise his arm strength and patience since he was a child, so that he can inherit his father's business when he grows up. "
The woman's expression darkened and she sighed faintly.
At noon, Goudan came back with a stone half his height. The rock was so heavy that Goudan had to put it down after walking a few steps. He was panting, his face flushed red, like an apple. .
Although the big man was secretly surprised, he kept smiling and had no intention of going forward to help.
When the dog finally put the stone on the sword sharpening stone, the big man taught him how to sharpen the sword, so he concentrated on his own work.
From this day on, Goudan began to sharpen his sword day after day.
He sat on the bench every morning and grinded and grinded until he rested at night, and he never seemed to feel bored. Although the stone could not see any change, he was not discouraged, he believed what Dad said - the more you grind, the more you can sharpen a good sword.
By the time he knew that Dad had lied to him and that stones couldn't be sharpened into swords, he had already formed a habit.
Goudan's parents vaguely felt that this was not good, but it was not a bad thing. They saw that Goudan's body was indeed exercised very strong, and he had hardly been sick since childhood, so they let him go.
In this way, Goudan has grown to eighteen years old, at the age when he can get married.
Dog Danzi invited a matchmaker to propose a marriage, and the girl from the next village was his favorite, but when the other party found out that Dog Dan could only hold a stone to sharpen a sword, and that he didn't learn the skills of a blacksmith at all, he declined.
After several times of proposing, although the object is different, the outcome is the same. Until Goudan was in his early twenties, there was still no girl willing to marry him.
Goudan's parents persuaded their son countless times, hoping that he would put down the stone and learn the craft of ironing, but Goudan was always like the stone he grinded, so stubborn that they were helpless.
Chickens and dogs jumped around at home, and there were rumors in the village that Goudan was a fool and didn't want a daughter-in-law, just a stone.
When Goudan was twenty-six years old, his mother couldn't bear it any longer, and asked the blacksmith to throw Goudan's stone overnight.
Goudan was silent for a long time after discovering it, and said, "The stone is already small, it can be turned into a sword. This is the first sword I made, and it must not be abandoned halfway."
As if he had telepathy, he found the piece that belonged to him in the mountains and rocks, but it was a rainstorm when he returned home, and the dog egg unfortunately rolled down the mountain.
When the villagers found him, he was unconscious, but still held his stone tightly in his arms.
When Goudan is conscious again, he has broken a leg, and even if he is cured, he will only be a lame. The motherfucker was almost blinded by tears, regretting that she wished she could kill herself, and the blacksmith sighed, becoming ten years older overnight.
But Goudan didn't seem to care, and when he was able to walk with a cane, he resumed his old business.
No one spoke about him this time. He seemed to be back when he was a child, and his parents always laughed at him grinding stones. But now, there is an inescapable sadness in that smile.
Spring and autumn come, the old trees in front of the house wither and sprout several times, and Goudan’s parents are old and die one after the other.
When his mother was dying, he asked Goudan, "Why are you so stubborn?"
Goudan held the half-small stone in his arms, and the words were still in his mouth, "This is the first sword I made, and I must not give up halfway."
The light in his mother's eyes gradually dimmed, and Goudan clamped the stone in his arms tightly.
Dogdan was the only one left in the blacksmith shop, the fire in the iron furnace never ignited, and the copper and iron in the utility room were rusted and covered with dust.
Year after year, the wild flowers in the mountains bloom and wither, and Goudan's peers have great-grandchildren, and he still grinds his stones.
The people in the village are accustomed to Goudan's behavior, and have long lost interest in talking about him. They only occasionally mention Goudan as a weird person when communicating with other villagers.
One night, the ground suddenly shook, and the villagers fled from their homes in a hurry. When they saw the direction of the blacksmith shop, a dazzling white light cut through the mist and went straight to the dark moon!
In the light, an old man held a big sword and rose higher and higher until he disappeared.
At the same time, all the magical weapons in this small world roared at the same time, and the martial arts masters were trembling, and they all sensed the presence of divine weapons!
When the magical light gradually disappeared, the villagers found that the blacksmith shop had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a bottomless crack on the ground, with the old tree as the boundary, dividing the village into two halves.
Soon, a martial arts master came here, saw the cracks on the ground, and listened to the stories of the villagers. He bowed deeply to the cracks and sighed: "Use the stone to sharpen the sword and use the sword to sharpen the heart, it turns out that there is no martial arts. Ordinary people can also testify and ascend..."
This is the 16,812th sword that Jingyue knows. He said: "This sword is called Shixin, it is about eight inches long and one inch wide. Law."
As soon as the voice fell, there was another sword cry in his ear.
This sound was not as heavy as before, and the picture in Jing Yue's consciousness also changed - he saw a young girl.
The girl practiced swordsmanship since she was a child. At the age of sixteen, she came out of the rivers and lakes.
There is also a softness in the girl's heart. She once made a wish to the stars, and she will marry a virtuous gentleman in the future.
But her life is always unfortunate, the people she has loved, the people who have loved her, always turn against her, and always drift away.
Until she was forty-six years old, the middle-aged female swordsman could never find a gentleman she recognized. So, she chose a good day and auspicious day to hold a wedding banquet, and it was not any man who worshipped her, but her sword.
After that, the sword was given a new name - the gentleman's sword.
"This sword is called Junzi Sword. It is about twelve inches long and one inch wide. The sword is made of fine iron and is suitable for all-attribute exercises."
After Jingyue finished speaking, he heard the sound of sword cries again.
The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said without thinking: "This sword is about fifteen inches long and one and a half inches wide. The sword is made of tin and copper, and it is also suitable for all earth-type exercises. It is called... Zhushen. "
"Very well, you passed."
A clear voice replaced Jianming, Jing Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he opened his eyes, and just met Qin Yanzhi's line of sight.
I don't know if it was his delusion, but he felt that there was a hint of warmth in the dark pool-like eyes of the other party.
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Q: What is Jiji's favorite
Slap in the face!
Q: What is Jingjing's favorite
Soar!
Q: What is Rouge's favorite
sword!
At the end of the interview, the reporter was suddenly obscured when the article was published. The Chaoyang crowd, who refused to reveal their real bodies, found them and said in a low voice: Jiji secretly told you, in fact, what Qin Fungus likes most is not swords, but buying clothes! colorful! all!