I don't know how long it took, but in Chen Changsheng's opinion, it had been a long, long time before the shopkeeper of the Tianji Pavilion finally took his eyes off the scabbard, looked at him and smiled.
Chen Changsheng didn't know if there was any deep meaning in this, he could only hope that there wasn't.
The shopkeeper gently touched the scabbard with his hand, and said with emotion: "It's a good thing."
Of course Tang Thirty-Six knew that this scabbard was a good thing.
Any spatial magic weapon can become the treasure of the general sect's mountain gate.
Chen Changsheng's scabbard once poured out a mountain of swords in the library, and it may not be all that is inside. From this, we can infer how huge the space inside is.
On the mainland, Tianji Pavilion is undoubtedly the best choice, whether it is to identify the level of ascetics or the quality of magic weapons, otherwise those famous lists would not have such great credibility. Tang Thirty-six knew that the shopkeeper was here to see Wugou Sword, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity for him to comment on the scabbard, so he tentatively asked, "How good is it?"
The shopkeeper looked at him and said seriously, "Very good."
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng almost laughed, and his nervousness eased a little. Tang Thirty-Six was very depressed, thinking that the level of shamelessness of the shopkeeper's speech was comparable to his own, and said angrily, "Could it be good enough to be included in the 100 list?"
He said this out of anger, but after hearing the words, the shopkeeper's expression became serious, and he shook his head after thinking about it seriously.
Tang Thirty-Six was a little proud, but also a little disappointed.
However, at this moment, the shopkeeper said another sentence: "I remember that this scabbard has always been on the list of hundred weapons, so naturally there is no need to record it."
It was very quiet in the library.
Tang Thirty-Six glanced at Chen Changsheng, Mo Yu glanced at the scabbard, Chen Changsheng didn't know where to look.
"This is Zangfeng." The shopkeeper gently tapped the scabbard with his fingers, heard the heavy but not muffled sound from the scabbard, and said with emotion, "I haven't seen it for more than twenty years."
Although Mo Yu had some guesses about this, his expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Is this the Zangfeng from Li Palace?"
The shopkeeper did not answer her immediately, but solemnly drew the dagger out of its sheath.
Looking at the dagger, he said slowly, "If it wasn't for Zangfeng, how could it accommodate this unparalleled sharp sword?"
You can often hear comments like Fengli Wushuang, but if this comment comes from Tianji Pavilion, which is known for its rigor, then it is very unusual.
—This means that the sharpness of Chen Changsheng's short sword is truly unparalleled in the world. In terms of sharpness alone, Tianji Pavilion doesn't think there is any magic weapon in the world that can surpass it.
This dagger looked really ordinary. Chen Changsheng had never maintained it carefully, and even rarely wiped it, but it could be clearly seen that there was no dirt on the blade of the dagger, not even a speck of dust. This sword had already killed many people in Chen Changsheng's hands, and it was stained with a lot of blood, but no blood could be seen.
"The name of the sword is Wugou, it really is Wugou." The shopkeeper said with emotion.
This short sword is too sharp, so the blade is extremely smooth, so that it can pass through thousands of flowers without getting scented, enter the world without disturbing the red dust, break through all things and come out without disturbing all things.
Mo Yu looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "What material is this sword made of?"
To make a sword so sharp, apart from the extremely high level of forging, the most important thing is the material of the sword itself.
Only the tightest, hardest and most resilient material, which is not afraid of high temperature and severe cold, can withstand repeated tempering.
Chen Changsheng shook his head, he really didn't know what material this dagger was made of, then he, Mo Yu and Tang Thirty-Six looked at the shopkeeper together.
The big shopkeeper shook his head, and said in a slightly cold voice: "This matter must not be said, otherwise there will be thunder in the sky, and the lives of those who break the word and those who hold the sword will be in great danger."
Tang Thirty-Six hated this kind of unfathomable magic stick the most, thinking that Tianji Pavilion just likes to play tricks.
After viewing the sword, the shopkeeper left the Orthodox Academy first, saying that he was going to prepare for the revision of the Hundred Weapons List after many years.
Mo Yu didn't leave, she looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Zangfeng is the treasure of the Li Palace. It was stolen by your master back then, and it seems a bit inappropriate for you to keep it with you like this."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that only His Majesty the Pope had seen the origin of his scabbard before today, as long as you don't spread it around, what's wrong with it
"First of all, my master used to be the dean of the Orthodox Academy, a senior brother of His Majesty the Pope, and an orthodox heir of the Orthodox Church. Even if it is to divide the family property, he is entitled to take some things from the Li Palace."
He said: "Secondly, if you think it's inappropriate, I can go to Li Palace to return it to His Majesty the Pope today, and then ask him to return it to me, but... don't you think it's unnecessary?"
Mo Yu looked at him as if he were a stranger, raised his eyebrows and said, "Today your diction is sharper than your sword... This is not what you usually look like."
Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe it's because there are more swords sharpened recently."
Mo Yu knew that what he was talking about was what happened in front of the Catholic Academy. After looking at him for a while, he said, "Yes, you are indeed much stronger than a few days ago."
Confronting strong players at the initial star-gathering stage one after another, and then instructing the freshmen to fight against opponents far superior to him, what Chen Changsheng said was correct. , round stone, and square stone are sharpening their own sword, as long as the sword is not broken, it will definitely become sharper and sharper.
From Tianshu Mausoleum to Zhou Garden, and from Xunyang City back to the capital, during this period of time, his circumstances and enlightenment were constantly hammered and burned, and all impurities were squeezed out, or Burned into blue smoke and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the most essential part, which eventually completely became his own strength and cultivation, which will never be lost again.
The current Chen Changsheng had really become much stronger. If he were allowed to fight against General Xue He and Liang Hongzhuang again at this time, there should be a chance of victory.
"But it doesn't make much sense."
Mo Yu looked at him and said with a calm smile, "Because she's coming back soon."
"Everyone is telling me she's coming back."
Chen Changsheng said seriously: "But actually, I don't think it makes much sense."
Mo Yu said: "You are the future pope, and she will become a saint. If you are defeated by her, what kind of voice do you think will be in the state church?"
It involved the thousand-year-old rivalry between the northern and southern sects of state religion. Although Xu Yourong was born in the capital, the confrontation between the two sides these years was not as intense as before, but Chen Changsheng knew that Mo Yu was not exaggerating. After a long silence, He asked with complicated emotions: "Do I have to fight?"
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