In recent days, Song Ci has stayed in Shulinzhai in addition to eating and sleeping, Mr. He has accompanied him to read and write, and in his spare time, he has fiddled with the small toys on the desk for a while, glass beads, or small gourds, and she has tied a red thread rope with a small toad-like small seal carved on it, and the title pages of many books in the room have been carefully stamped with three small characters by her.

Her newly recognized godfather, the guest named Song Tai never came to disturb him again, at the beginning, maybe Song Ci was still a little fresh, but after waiting for a day, there was no one, so I simply didn't think about it, and the gadgets sent by Song Tai with the national character face before being placed in the corner were still in the box,

It's just that the night she took it back, she took a closer look, she counted a total of eleven, the largest is only the size of an adult's palm, narrow strips, the thickness of an adult's fingers, swarthy, I don't know what it is,

The smallest of them is as big as her little thumb, still swarthy, and it feels cold to the touch, Song Ci doesn't like it, so she simply puts it in the corner, but when Mr. He is tired of practicing calligraphy with her, then Mr. He always stares at the box.

Song Ci also looked up at the little brain melon and asked, "Master He, do you know that thing, what is it, what is it, it gives people a cold feeling, and I don't know what that person sent me to do with this thing, I didn't realize that the little seal that my brother gave me was good-looking, and I could leave a mark on the book." ”

Since the last time he was slapped by Han Li, He Taifu has been a little weak in the past few days, to say that there has indeed been a short period of suspended animation before, the whole person can lie on the cold bluestone slab for a long time, until he wakes up, this state has appeared for more than half a year, but he He Taifu doesn't care at all, although every time he wakes up, it seems to be like a different world, his hands tremble, but no one notices,

Song Ci went to Mrs. He's house last time to look for someone, but she still saw that Mr. was asleep, so she quietly walked away, she was young, how did she know that there was something wrong with Master He's body,

It stands to reason that He Tailuo is also a martial arts master of the previous generation, and his own condition is even more clear, and the body of the martial artist is for himself, especially for the martial arts cultivator who has stepped into the Tiangang realm, it is naturally like watching a fire, better like a clear bowl bottom in a bowl of white water, and it can be seen at a glance.

Therefore, if the martial arts realm reaches a certain realm, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is equivalent to half a doctor.

But now He Taifu can't see clearly, he just thinks that he is old, and it is understandable that the symptoms of the elderly occur in him, how many years has the reverse life curse planted in his body, but his state of mind is as stable as a rock, but he doesn't care about life and death.

After receiving Han Li's palm, the situation of suspended animation became more frequent, and the disordered sword qi in He Tai's body was like a piece of ice in boiling water, surging wantonly, gradually becoming smaller and weaker, until his body bones were even weaker,

Just helping Song Ci trace the small characters on the seal is a little troublesome, and his right hand trembles so much, if he hadn't bitten his lip secretly, that pair of words would not have been able to be written.

I muttered in my heart, is the end approaching, this is just the year of establishment, could it be that the reverse life spell is speeding up the consumption of life? But look at how Han Li is so good, this reverse life spell is connected to the person who planted the spell and the self who was planted, the day before yesterday, I saw that Han Li was born and alive, but it was only a few days, and his body bones were so seriously damaged,

casually took out the wine gourd and poured a big sip into his mouth, and blinked Song Ci on the side with wide eyes, frowned again, and then his eyes fell to the ground, feeling embarrassed to speak,

He Taifu was also a little embarrassed, touched Song Ci's forehead, and said with a smile, "Drinking a few sips of wine to invigorate blood is a good health regimen for the elderly, why don't you believe it, or you can try it." ”

Song Ci turned his head and leaned on the desk to fiddle with the small seal,

He Taifu looked at the small box on the ground a few steps away, and there were those swarthy little objects in it, but Song Ci trotted over, and directly put the small box on the table and opened it.

He Taifu said a little embarrassed, "It's true, this thing used to be a sword, and I don't know how it got into this appearance, don't pout, girl, don't look at this sword body is now a dozen pieces, but it's also a precious thing." ”

As he spoke, Mrs. He had already taken one of the longest ones, and the swarthy iron bar with the length of a palm seemed to have jumped a few times on Mrs. He's hand, until it was pinched by Mrs. He, and then it stabilized.

Song Ci next to him was also taken aback, staring at Master He with wide eyes,

Mrs. He took out a silver ingot casually, waved his right hand, and the iron bar flashed by, and when he looked at the silver ingot, the silver ingot had been divided into two.

It is indeed sharpened iron like clay, and it deserves to be the word baby,

But Song Ci was only a little surprised, and then he lost interest, and muttered a small mouth and said, "The sharp weapon in the world is blood and seals the throat, it is not an auspicious omen, and I don't know what Song Tai sent me to do with this thing, or a dozen of different sizes, the shape is just the right proportion, black and ugly tight, what is it called?"

He Taifu said casually, "This sword used to be its full name and was born. ”

Although Song Ci has indeed read a lot of books over the years, whether it is Buddhist classics or Huang Laozhi's learning, but when he hears the word "birth", he is still a little at a loss, and he doesn't know who the so-called birth sword is the former owner.

Is the owner of the sword so uncherished, or there are too many swords, it doesn't matter if you lose one.

Song Ci didn't wonder why He Taifu could say the name of the sword casually, but she really didn't have much interest, if it was replaced by other descendants, she had to ask closely,

Mrs. He looked at Xiao Song Ci with little interest, and still smiled and muttered, "Now this sword has become eleven, although it can't be grabbed in the hand to slash and stab, but these eleven gadgets have other ways to play." ”

As he spoke, he contemplated the middle finger of his right index finger and made a gesture in his heart, and he muttered in his heart, and when he got up, the eleven black iron bars that were lying in the box had fluttered and flown up, and they were spinning in the air in the room, and the first place was the longest iron bar, followed by ten small black shadows,

The eleven iron bars tossed and turned in the air, He Tai's two fingers were still stretched forward, I didn't see him move like this, the group of iron bars seemed to be alive and lined up in the air, and the sound of the air was also blown up, the sound was not loud, but Song Ci was stunned,

After a while, he couldn't stop clapping his hands and applauding, "Master He, why did this fly, it's very funny, but it looks ugly." ”

He Tai was infatuated with thoughts, and the eleven iron bars had accurately fallen into the small box and lay down.

He naturally knows this thing, the birth sword, back then it was his personal thing, how many years has this been, when Song Tai ordered someone to put this thing up, he already had a sense, his fingers couldn't stop beating, and the iron bar in the box also quietly trembled a few times,

This scene can't escape Han Li's eyes,

Of course, if you can give this thing to Song Ci as a gift, this Song Tai naturally knows what to give, how many natal sword souls can there be in the world, and there have only been two in the past few decades, one is this half-hung sword saint He Taiyi, but now it is not as good as Han Li.

If you didn't jump around back then, could you have such a situation, Song Tai naturally sighed, but he never felt distressed, the world has never been amazingly talented and gorgeous, no matter how he was born, the sword soul has become a prisoner, the martial arts are just a big slip, and there are few people who can become a climate, how many bowls are there in the water of the river, have anyone weighed it, how many martial artists are in this world, it should not be less than the river water.

The birth sword was snatched by the birth back then, naturally it can't be placed in the hands of He Taifan's deity, that sword is also a strong thing, in Han Li's words, this sword saint He Tai's idiot's natal weapon already has spiritual sense, that is, the sword has been raised by this old man He like half a son,

Being able to snatch the Sword Saint's natal sword is naturally a broken arm, and it is a great blow to the arrogant He Taifu, which is much more ruthless than planting a reverse life spell on him.

The birth sword was beaten by countless masters invited by the Qinglong Dynasty in various ways, but it cost the lives of many masters, but the sword seemed to be harder than the meteorite outside the sky, and in the end, he threw this three-inch sword that looked like Sheila's usual three-inch sword into the tea bi incarnation kiln of the Zen orthodox Fahua Temple,

At the beginning of the robbery monk sat and left, the birth of the sword was thrown into the fire together, burned for more than a month, on the back mountain of the Fahua Temple, just looking at the little novice who sent firewood to the inside used no less than ten people, it is said that the firewood filled in used up most of the wood on the Fahua Mountain, and in the end, the monk of the robbery did not become a relic in the Qinglong Dynasty no matter how to ask, the monks in the Fahua Temple did not have a good face,

In order to make this birth sword broken, just sent to discuss with the monk of Fahua Temple Keqing went to no less than 30 people, people Fahua Temple is considered to be the temple of Zen Buddhism in the world, and the host of the courtyard sat on the immortal to go to the time when the entire Fahua Mountain was manifested, but to add a broken sword, the monk was compassionate, and no one could easily agree,

In the end, it was not Song Tai who agreed to ask Emperor Yuqing to issue a holy decree to reward the monk with the name of Cizheng, and now there is still a stone tablet on the mountain behind Fahua Temple, and the inscription on it is Master Cizheng.

Although Fahua Temple got a big bargain, but there are many people who know the origin of the three-inch sword, that year the world banned the name of the sword saint He Taifu, the sword saint gate is even more affected, the reputation of the sect is not as good as a year, but it is as if it is imprisoned in that area, not allowed to step across the boundary at will, violators according to the Qinglong calendar severely punished.

It is true that there are many sects in the rivers and lakes in the world, but there are a few sects that dare to resist the words of the Qinglong Dynasty, and the matter of stepping on the rivers and lakes has never happened.

In this way, the monks of Fahua Temple naturally complained about the sword holy gate, and threw a broken sword into the incarnation kiln of the master of the robbery.

During that time, I saw the smoke rising from the back mountain, the fire lasted from day to night, and lasted for more than a month.

The two people who held this birth sword were Guo Shiren and Han Li, Song Tai ordered the two of them to wait until the broken sword was burned, which naturally had the idea of letting the two of them supervise each other, these two people are not known to the world, and the two of them must not be able to do the same thing, stealing beams and changing pillars.

Guo Shiren, who was still a little eunuch at the beginning, and Han Li, who was also a small errand, ate Yueyu Zhai rice on the mountain, and later ate wild vegetable leaves, and it was a luxury to be able to get a bowl of white rice.

The monks of Fahua Temple also have less compassion in their hearts, and they say that the monks of our Fahua Temple don't eat as well as the two, and they can't stand a few bowls of wild vegetable leaves?

Look, this is our new host, and we haven't eaten a grain of rice or a drop of water for more than a month.

Guo Shiren and Han Li, who can only choke on wild vegetable rice, can only endure it, it was already early winter, the weather was dry and cold, and in the end no one sent water, so they could only find some snow on the mountain, and the well water in Fahua Temple was all dry that year, and it was strange to say,

The two of them naturally remembered the new presiding monk Zen Yi who had been sitting in the distance chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, and his face was still a little childish, and the biggest impression on Han Li was that the monk did not wear shoes.

The birth sword entered the furnace, and in the end it was handed over to these two by the Zen monk himself, and these two originally wanted to ask, in the end, they haunted the relics,

But the eleven black broken swords were placed in front of them, and they had long lost the demeanor of the sword saint, and the two of them could only go down the mountain with this pair of broken iron bars.

Now the birth sword, which has been collected by Song Tai for many years, is placed on the table, but He Taifu is a little excited,

When this thing was broken, Mrs. He's realm plummeted, not to mention, but a mouthful of blood sprayed out, lying in bed for more than a month, this sword was fused with his natal qi and blood, and it gradually grew up from a small thumb.

He Tai didn't think about why Song Tai gave this thing to Xiao Song porcelain, and looked at the girl and didn't look at this black and unsightly waste sword strip at all.

Although the sword is abolished, it is just a young man, until his life falls, and the trace of traction left by the natal sword still exists.

Especially as soon as the sword bar entered his hand, the golden light hidden under the black was even more shocking to Mrs. He's little heart, but there was an indescribable Zen in this waste sword bar, and when he held all the small sword strips in the palm of his hand, it was a few flashes of colorful light, fleeting, and the little Song porcelain who was concentrating on the seal on the side was also shocked,

"Master He, the light just now is very charming, just like a rainbow hanging in the sky after a heavy rain, but unfortunately the time is too short, how did you get it, continue." ”

He Tai foolishly padded the eleven small sword strips in his hand, but he just smirked but did not speak,

In my heart, I was amazed, the Buddha's light appeared, it was a great auspicious omen, and Song Tai's gift was indeed not light.

Mrs. He turned around and smiled at Song Ci, "Girl, it's Qingzhou in the afternoon, do you want to take a look?"

Song Ci then remembered that she knew that Li Shaofu was not unfamiliar with meaningless martial arts fights, but she seemed to be surprised that her brother had said that he was going, so she immediately jumped down from the chair, turned around and saw that Master He had already thrown the dozen swarthy iron bars in the box.

Immediately, his heart was overjoyed, and he said with a smile, "Master He, you said that this thing sharpens iron like clay, so if it is compared with Brother Jingjue's Wind Absolute Knife, which one is more powerful?"

After hearing this, Mrs. He frowned, and immediately said, "That Wind Absolute Sword can be compared with our sword, it can't be compared, it can't be compared, this black iron bar is ten times better than that sword!"

Song Ci pinched his waist, raised his head and replied, "Master He has also learned to brag?"

Straight to the blow beard that Mrs. He said stared at him, and drank in embarrassment.