In the Zhou Garden, Wan Jian volleyed into the sky to help Chen Changsheng slay the golden-winged roc, and broke the black-robed conspiracy because they wanted to leave the grassland where the sun never sets, and wanted to return to their homeland.
Chen Changsheng had made a promise to these swords, and naturally he would not go back on his word, so after returning to the capital, even if he was a little bit reluctant, he immediately reported the matter of the sword pool to His Majesty the Pope.
This news has not been spread among the people for the time being, but after Li Palace notified all parts of the mainland, it is no longer a secret. This morning Chen Changsheng crossed the border and defeated Zhou Ziheng in the Star Gathering Realm, which made many people start to doubt whether he had other adventures in the sword pond besides those famous swords in the past. Otherwise, only relying on Su Li's guidance, How did his swordsmanship improve so fast.
Chen Changsheng didn't care how much shock the news of Jianchi's birth would cause in the mainland, nor did he care how other people's eyes would change on him, but he just felt that this matter was a bit troublesome.
The night before Li Gong sent him an extremely long list. Many sects expressed their sincere gratitude to Li Gong and Chen Changsheng, and attached relevant certificates, requesting Li Gong to return the swords of those ancestors to them. This list is very long, and the first one is undoubtedly the Zhaijian of the Holy Maiden Peak, and there are many other famous soldiers after that. According to the list, Chen Changsheng rearranged the swords in their sheaths, and found that although the list was long, it was still only a small part compared to the number of famous swords handed down in the sword pool. There are not many strong men and sects in the world who can still find inheritance in the world.
Looking at this matter from the perspective of history, one will undoubtedly feel the sadness hidden behind it, and it is easy to feel that the world is impermanent, but for him and the Orthodox Academy, this is of course a good thing—following him to leave Zhou Yuan’s name Among the swords, there are at least 7,000 swords that can no longer be found. In other words, he is the master of these swords now.
There was a crisp crash, and an old sword with some rust marks appeared on the floor of the library.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of crisp metal collisions kept ringing, and within a short time, the originally spacious library was filled with all kinds of swords. The number of those swords is so many, and the combination is so amazing. The pressure was so heavy that even the floor of the library was subsided slightly, and it felt like it was about to be overwhelmed.
Zhe Xiu opened his eyes, looked over, and then couldn't close them again.
Under the dim light, a hill made of swords appeared in the library.
He only wanted one sword in the sword pond, but Chen Changsheng brought back the entire sword pond.
Tang Thirty-Six glanced at the mountain of swords, then at Chen Changsheng, and finally at the mountain of swords again. He opened his mouth, unable to close it for a long while.
He had heard Chen Changsheng tell the story of discovering the sword pool in the Zhou Garden and joining hands with Wan Jian to fight against the enemy, but actually seeing these swords gave him a completely different feeling.
Even the Wenshui Tang family, which can be said to be rich in the world, can't see such a scene.
He suddenly felt that although Chen Changsheng had lost a lot of gold, silver and treasures in the Zhou Garden, he still made a lot of money from this business.
Hearing the voice, Xuanyuan Po also came to the library, still holding a dirty dishcloth in his hand.
With a snap, the dishcloth, which was bigger than a normal apron, fell to the floor, splashing some water.
Chen Changsheng glanced at it, and said, "I've said it many times, the dishcloth should be changed frequently."
Xuanyuan Po couldn't hear what he was saying at this time, his whole body was like a little bear climbing a tree, howling and rushing towards the sword mountain.
Jianshan was not knocked down by his thick body, because he suddenly remembered that it belonged to Chen Changsheng. At the last moment, he stopped and looked back at Chen Changsheng without speaking. His eyes were watery, looking extremely innocent. Pitiful.
"You want it?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Xuanyuan Po nodded slightly, because his speed was so fast and his head was so big that there was a small wind blowing in the library at night.
Chen Changsheng said, "Choose it yourself."
Xuanyuan Po let out a cry of joy, stretched out his hand and grasped a sword hilt in the sword mountain, and then pulled it out forcefully.
The sound of metal rubbing echoed in the quiet library.
It was an iron sword with a black body, no edge, and extremely thick, it looked more like an iron rod.
Xuanyuan Po was stunned for a moment, and found that the weight and feel of the iron sword matched his own strength very easily, and he even had a feeling that this sword was supposed to be for himself.
It has to be said that there may really be some kind of indescribable mysterious connection, or fate, between the sword and people, just like those invisible lines of fate in the starry sky that no one can ever see.
The sword that Xuanyuan Po randomly pulled out was a dark iron heavy sword, as heavy as a mountain, and as majestic as the sea, hence the name: Mountain Sea Sword.
The former owner of this epee was a strong man named Xi Ke. It is said that this strong man has the blood of the Baidi family. In the hands of an unknown person.
Chen Changsheng didn't expect that Xuanyuan Po took this sword.
The Shanhai Sword is one of the most well-preserved swords in Jianchi Wanjian, second only to the Zhai Sword, and because of the rumor that Xike has the blood of the White Emperor, after Li Palace confirmed that Xike had no inheritance, he had already thought about it. Leave the Shanhai Sword to Luoluo. But at this moment, looking at Xuanyuan Po who was overjoyed, and thinking that the picture of such a beautiful and childlike little girl smashing around with a big iron stick was so beautiful, so he didn't say anything.
Tang Thirty-Six had something to say.
"This is the Shanhai Sword. Although it is obvious that the sword's edge was cut off by Zhou Dufu's two broken knives, even if it reappears, it will definitely be ranked among the top 100 weapons."
A badly damaged old sword, as long as it reappears, will it definitely be included in the Hundred Weapons List
Tang Thirty-Six is not exaggerating, one must know that if one ranks the famous swords in history, no matter how one ranks them, Shanhai Sword will definitely rank in the top ten.
Xuanyuan Po felt something bad, like a child carrying a toy, holding Shan Haijian tightly, staring at Tang Thirty-Six vigilantly, and said, "What do you want to say? No matter what you say, I won't be You cunning humans lied!"
Tang Thirty-Six sneered and said, "Chen Changsheng is also a human being, why are you not afraid of being deceived by him, and you have the nerve to accept his sword?"
Xuanyuan Po didn't know how to respond, so he held back for a long time before choking out a sentence: "He is my ancestor, how can he compare with ordinary people, if the ancestor gives me something, of course I dare to take it."
Tang Thirty-Six said with a sneer: "Usually I never recognize it, but now for the broken sword, I am willing to be a grandson. Whoever says you bears are simple and honest, I will be anxious with him."
How could Xuanyuan Po talk to him, he angrily stopped talking, but hugged the Shanhai Sword in his arms even tighter.
"What do you want to say?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Tang Thirty-Six said: "A baby, with a heavy treasure in its arms, walks in the streets, what problems do you think will happen?"
Chen Changsheng looked over along his line of sight, Xuanyuan Po's body was as thick as a hill, and the extremely heavy and gigantic Shanhai Sword didn't look obtrusive in his arms.
But Tang Thirty-Six was right, in this sinister world, Xuanyuan Po was just a baby, a baby bear.
Now he is the dean of the Orthodox Academy and the successor appointed by His Excellency the Pope, so he clearly knows that he is carrying a treasure, except for a few people, no one dares to lay hands on him outside the rules.
Xuanyuan Po was not the case, neither the state religion nor Baidi City would go to war because of an ordinary boy from the Yaozu.
"If he's really a brat, I wouldn't bother to care about him. The problem is that this little guy has been doing pretty well recently." Tang Thirty-Six said, "I don't think it's better than this. I'll replace the Shanhai Sword first." You keep it, when you can beat me and prove that you have the ability and qualification to hold a magic weapon, I will return this sword to you."
When he said this, he looked at Xuanyuan Po with a very natural expression and a very casual tone.
Xuanyuan Po was almost deceived, but he woke up when he saw the smile on Chen Changsheng's lips, and growled angrily twice. Tang Thirty-Six's petty thoughts were revealed, so he didn't feel annoyed. He stood up with a smile, took out a paper fan out of nowhere, shook it and said, "What I'm telling is the truth, you have to hold it The Shanhai Sword dangles outside every day, and sooner or later someone will hit him with a black stick."
Xuanyuan Po's expression fluctuated, he knew what Tang Sanshiliu said was true, but if he was willing to hand over the Shanhai Sword to Tang Sanshiliu for safekeeping, he might as well give it to Chen Changsheng.
"I won't give it to you anyway, but I won't let others know either."
Xuanyuan Po went out of the library with the Shanhai Sword in his arms, and turned back not long after, the Shanhai Sword in his arms had disappeared.
"Where is it hidden?" Chen Changsheng was really curious.
Xuanyuan Po didn't hide from them, and said: "In the firewood pile in the kitchen."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "It's really not bad. Even if others saw it, they might think it was a fire stick."
After all, Tang Sanshiliu was not a child of an ordinary family, and the Wenshui sword beside him at this time was not inferior to those famous swords from Jianchi. At this time, he found that he could not get the Shanhai sword, the only one he was interested in, and he lost his fortune. Interested, listening to the conversation between Xuanyuan Po and Chen Changsheng, I suddenly thought of a very interesting possibility: "Tell me, after thousands of years in the future, will someone discover the secret of this iron sword in the firewood pile of the Orthodox Academy? To realize the way of the sword and become a peerless powerhouse in one fell swoop?"
Xuanyuan Po thought to himself, I haven't become a peerless powerhouse myself, and after I return to the tribe in the future, will I still leave this sword in the Orthodox Academy
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that this is really interesting, very similar to some stories in the book, the problem is that after thousands of years, people like himself are already gone, so how do we know what will happen next
The more Tang Sanshiliu thought about it, the more amusing it became, his eyes became extremely bright.
"Just one sword is not interesting enough, you have to hide a few more in the Orthodox Academy, no, dozens or even hundreds of swords, a few hidden in the stones by the lake, a few hidden in tree holes, and a few hidden at the bottom of the lake. Oh, right, isn't there a big bird's nest on the big banyan tree in the pillars in the library?... Tsk tsk, you said that students after the Orthodox Academy will find a bird's nest in one place every few decades. A peerless famous sword, that picture..."
The more he talked, the more excited he became, while the more Chen Changsheng listened, the more helpless he became, thinking that the fish in the lake were nothing but the birds that perched on the trees, how could they offend you
Tang Thirty-Six did what he said, so he walked to Jianshan, planning to pick up some old swords that were too badly damaged and hide them in the Orthodox Academy.
He had even made up his mind that no one would tell the location of those hidden swords, not even Chen Changsheng, so that it would be interesting to find them in the future.
At this moment, the voice of folding sleeves sounded.
His voice was a little weak, and a little mocking.
"Didn't you tell me to pick a sword? Why do you feel that this matter has nothing to do with me?"
The three of Chen Changsheng only remembered that from the beginning to the end, Zhe Xiu didn't speak.
To be more precise, the three of them talked so lively that they had long forgotten the true master.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Tang Thirty-Six sighed desperately.
"The sense of existence is really amazing. You are obviously the cruelest guy among us, but now you are so miserable, why..."
Looking at Zhe Xiu's expression, Chen Changsheng quickly stopped Tang Thirty-Six from continuing to play, and asked cautiously, "Which sword do you want?"
Zhe Xiu raised his arm and pointed to somewhere in Jianshan.
Because of the serious injury, his movements were difficult and slow, but firm.
The three of Chen Changsheng followed his fingers and looked over, their expressions changed slightly.
"Are you sure you want this one?"
"Yes."
"But... the origin of that sword... may cause some discussions in the future."
"Since Zhou Tong said that I am a spy of the Demon Race, of course I will use the Demon Race's sword."
The sword that Zhexiu wanted was old and slightly damaged, but it was still filled with a very profound devilish and bloody meaning.
It was the Moshuai flag sword.
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