Lu Yueqing took the Ruyi ring and said: "You take a closer look, and then choose slowly." Han Yiming saw that the swords piled up in front of him could be described as colorful, even the sword with the black blade that he had seen before and the sword like a rainbow were among them. This time, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand first, but first looked at the rainbow-like sword for a while, admired its beauty, and then looked at the black sword. The sword was dark and dreary, and when I looked closer, I realized that the sword was covered with silver bright spots. Like the stars in the night sky, but not very bright during the day.

He looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly a blue light flashed in the corner of his eye. Han Yiming stretched out his hand, touched it along the blue light, touched it coolly, and looked at it in his hand. A sword, clear in color, faintly revealing blue light. Han Yiming withdrew his hand, but saw that the sword body was extremely soft, it was not straight, and the blade was dragged down the hilt, and there was a slight trembling. Han Yiming's left hand lightly touched the tip of the sword, it was very cool, and the thin tip of the sword actually swayed with his fingers. This made him very surprised, and he did not dare to drag it any longer, and put it back on the ground, and the sword actually "brushed" the ground and burrowed into the earth.

"This is the Blue Water Sword. Han Yiming turned around, and Lu Yueqing smiled and said, "You choose another one, this sword has nothing to do with you." Han Yiming nodded, a cold light flashed out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked at it, it was another sword, the color was cold, and the blade of the sword was like a piece of green jade, not made of gold and iron, flashing with an extremely cold cold light. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and a chill came from his fingertips. The chill pierced through his fingertips, and he couldn't help but shudder. The hilt of the sword did not feel the slightest warmth in his hand, but became colder and colder, and after a while, his fingers almost froze. It was so cold that one of his arms ached. Hurriedly withdrew his hand, sighed in his mouth, glanced at the sword, and a chill penetrated his heart. Lu Yueqing said: "This is the Qingshuang Sword, you can't use it." Let's change it again. ”

Han Yiming nodded, and saw a little purple light flickering in the sword stack. Looking at that bit of light, a purple sword trembled gently not far from him, the body of the sword was faintly transparent, sharp and angular, the whole body was purple, and even the hilt was purple. The entire sword seems to be made of the same material, and it is much more slender than other swords. Small, delicate, crystal clear, and glittering in the sun, it is truly beautiful. When Han Yiming saw this sword, he couldn't help but think of Zishang, and for some reason, when he saw this sword, he felt that it was very similar to Zishang. He always felt that she was terrible, and the farther away from her was the better, so he looked at the sword for a moment, and did not take it. Lu Yueqing said: "This is the Zini Sword, if you don't want to approach it in your heart, you won't have anything to do with it." You'd better choose something else. ”

Han Yiming looked at the pile of swords for a moment, and when he saw that the black and heavy sword was near, he stretched out his hand. Suddenly, the corner of his eye lit up, and something shone brightly. He turned his head to stare at the bright spot, but it was gone. After looking at it for a while, I didn't know where this bright spot came from, so I turned my head and still reached for the black sword. His hand stretched out, and the corners of his eyes lit up again, but it was no longer in the same direction as before, and he couldn't help but stop. I only heard Lu Yueqing say: "Slow." Choosing a blade is not just a good one, you have to choose carefully. A sound, in addition to intentions, must also follow fate. Han Yiming said: "Yes." He didn't turn his head, his eyes glanced at the bright spot, and he touched his hand at the bright spot.

The sound of the blades rubbing against each other came into his ears, and Han Yiming only felt that there was an extra hard object in his hand, bent his fingers to hold it, and with a twitch of his hand, he was horizontal in front of him. I saw patches of colorful patina in front of me, and between the patina, there were yellow and purple diamond grids. The blade was broad, more than twice as wide as the rest of the swords, and more than twice as wide as the small and beautiful purple sword. The body of the sword is stained with patina, and the ten ** of a sword are covered with patina. There is a line of blade edge that has not been covered, and it shimmers with a yellow and white luster, which is very sharp. Looking up along the blade of the sword, the head of the sword is much narrower than the blade of the sword, just in one hand, very handy. Han Yiming was taken aback, this sword looked extremely similar to the purple peach wood sword, but the purple peach wood sword seemed to have a ring at the head of the sword, and the head of this sword was flat, and when he turned his wrist and raised it, he saw that there were two concentric circles engraved on the head of the sword.

He held the sword in his hand and did not feel heavy. Suddenly, a scream was heard, and the pile of swords that had been piled up in front of him dispersed with a "bang", and disappeared. There was only a jet-black scabbard left on the ground, and he reached out to pick it up, and it was very rough and gray in his hand, Han Yiming wiped it with his sleeve, but he couldn't polish it. He placed the scabbard on the sword, held it in both hands, and held it in front of Lu Yueqing. But seeing that Lu Yueqing was also looking at this sword, she seemed to be very surprised, and when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't help but say nothing.

After a while, Han Yiming said: "Master, this ┅┅" Lu Yueqing was silent, and only after a while did he say: "This is the Mingyuan Sword." Once upon a time, it was the ancestor's sword. Han Yiming let out an "oh" and said, "Master, the disciple will choose another one." The sword used by the patriarch, the disciple did not dare to use it. He saw that this sword was really similar to the purple peach wood sword, and his heart was a little happy. But I heard that it was the ancestor's sword, so I didn't dare to take it for myself no matter how much I liked it.

Lu Yueqing said: "Wait." Han Yiming stopped his steps, turned around, and saw Lu Yueqing staring at the sword in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and said, "You don't have to choose anymore." It's not so much that you pick the blade, it's that the blade chooses you. The Ming Yuan Sword has chosen you, and you are its new master, so you don't have to pick the rest of the blades. The sword of Ming Yuan recognized the master, and other blades can no longer recognize you as the master. ”

Han Yiming was puzzled, just stood in place, looking at him. Lu Yueqing sighed: "You don't know that the blades on the Spirit Mountain are all spiritual. It's not that the new disciples come to pick the first blade, but it is the blade that chooses the disciples. The Ming Yuan Sword is the sword of the ancestor in the early years, taking the phoenix Ming in the abyss, and the sound is clear in the wild, which is the head of the hundred swords of Lingshan. If it picks you, you don't have to pick it again. It's just that if it's another blade, you can just use it. The Ming Yuan Sword, but you have to bring it to your masters before you can use it. Han Yiming said: "Yes." Lu Yueqing said: "Let's go down." After bowing to the hut, Han Yiming followed him, holding his sword in both hands and bowing his head. When they looked up again, the ground was overgrown with knee-high weeds, covering the ground with their blades, as if they had only set foot on the ground.