Fang Zhong looked inside, the dim room was full of weapon shelves, and he didn't know how many swords were placed there, which one he should take. Fang Zhong turned around and asked, "Won't Senior Brother accompany me in?" The disciple said, "I'm not going in, you take it and come out, I'll wait for you at the door." "Lean against the door and wait.

Fang Zhong entered the door and looked through the aisle at the rows of sword stands. First of all, there are two rows of copper swords, from the slender sword body to the thick sword body, arranged from small to large, some of the swords are rusty and very old, some of the swords are still shiny as new, bronze, brass and various colors of sword quality. Fang Zhong picked a handful and held it in his hand, checked it, felt that it was too short and stupid, and put it back on the shelf.

After the first two rows of weapon racks, I came to the third row of shelves, and I saw that this row of shelves was full of fine iron swords, the sword light was shining, and the cold air was swishing, which made people feel cold. The swords are also arranged from small to large, and the more they are facing inward, the more huge and bulky they are. The Iron Sword occupies five columns, and it occupies the most in this room. Fang Zhong admired while looking at it, and felt that every handle was good. Unconsciously walked to the last iron sword and saw that the sword was not much smaller than the roof beam, and the weapon rack could not be placed, so it leaned directly there. Fang Zhong stretched out his hand and pushed, but he didn't move, and smacked his tongue: "Is this sword an ornament, otherwise someone will make it?" Shaking his head, he walked to the back row of sword stands.

The golden light on this row shimmered with silver, and it turned out to be gold and silver sword bodies, even if they were not pure, they were very valuable. There are also pearls and jade inlaid on the sword body and sword handle, which is more valuable in addition to the beauty, and it is really a rare good sword. Fang Zhong took a sword and tried it, he felt that the weight was appropriate, and the length was also liked, but it was gilded, too luxurious, and he was an ordinary disciple, so there was no reason to go out with such a golden sword. With a sigh, he put the sword back on the shelf and continued inside.

This last row is actually plain and dull, and I don't know what material it is made of in the dimness, large and small, neatly arranged. Fang Zhong took a closer look and found that the appearance of these swords was still eye-catching, since they were ranked in the fourth column, they were more valuable than the golden sword and the silver sword. I picked up a slender sword, but I felt that my hand was gentle, like a thing. Fang Zhongxin said: "Such a light and thin sword, I am afraid that it will break if you touch it." He put the sword down, and heard only the sound of the sound, which was not gold or iron, but like wood. Fang Zhong walked to the middle of this row of sword racks, took a slightly larger sword, and looked at it carefully, sure enough, it was carved from wood, Fang Zhong said happily: "It turned out to be a wooden sword." "I also have some experience playing with wooden swords, this ordinary thing, I can't imagine that this sword room also puts it on the shelf. I tried to dance twice, but it was smooth, a little too light, and the sword was not put down for the time being, and continued to look for it. Looking along this row of shelves, those swords have become larger, and the shapes and patterns are also different, and at the end, a large wooden sword with a wide sword body appeared in front of him, and the sword body and the sword frame were cobwebs, and the dust condensed, which could be seen that the dust had been sealed for a long time. The sword had almost no blade, only a polished and smooth blade, and even the tip of the sword was round. In the place where the sword body rests on the hilt, there are words engraved, which seem to be the word 'dry', and it is painted with cinnabar after concave carving, revealing a little dark red. Fang Zhong thought to himself, could such an unbladed wooden sword be used for sword practice? Holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, he lifted it vigorously, but he knew that his hand was heavy and barely moved.

"Huh?" Fang Zhong wondered that such a sword was not a giant iron sword comparable to a beam, it was actually so heavy, he couldn't lift it, how could he practice the sword. He put the other wooden sword aside, stretched out his two hands to lift the wooden sword, and with great effort, he really lifted it a little, and before he left the frame, he suddenly felt that the sword body sank, and it was about to fall again. Fang Zhong hurriedly mentioned it, this time he was in a hurry, and instilled all his true qi into his arms, only to hear the sound of "ouch", while the wooden sword was raised, someone on the opposite side snorted lightly. Fang Zhong didn't expect that someone was hiding behind this giant wooden sword frame, he was also taken aback, and when he leaned back, the raised giant wooden sword smashed towards the sword frame behind him. Fang Zhongxin shouted badly, this is going to be smashed by the big guy, there are some gold swords, silver swords and jade swords on the shelf, if they are smashed, they can't afford to pay for any of them, and their arms, which are already full of true qi, are even more urgent, and they all rush to the palms of their hands, making sure to stabilize this giant wooden sword. Suddenly, his arms shook, and his true qi leaked out, all of which leaked to the wooden sword in his hand, and the giant wooden sword was affected by Fang Zhong's true qi, and the dark red word "Qian" flashed, and it seemed that there was a sword light. Fang Zhong was even more shocked, and he was busy collecting his true qi, only to feel that the true qi that poured out turned around on the sword body and returned to his hand. Fang Zhong let out a long breath and slowly put down the giant wooden sword. I was stunned and realized that this sword was not very heavy. Only then did he have the time to look at the man hiding behind this sword rack.

The man was dressed in Taoist clothes, his hair was a little messy, a wooden hairpin was inserted obliquely, his sparse beard was slightly gray, and he was not young, and he seemed to be a senior master. Fang Zhong didn't know him, and was about to speak, when the man pouted, "Shhhhhhh …… Don't be noisy! ”

Fang Zhong was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Senior, why are you hiding here." ”

The man listened attentively for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Why can't I be here?" Why are you here too? ”

Fang Zhongdao: "I'm here to get the sword." ”

The man said, "You don't mean to embarrass me with any sword that you don't have a good sword, but you take this one?" ”

Fang Zhong was speechless, so he had to say, "I'...... I...... Don't dare to embarrass your predecessors. ”

The man smiled and said, "That's it, it's none of my business what sword you take, but if you scare me, it's your fault." ”

Fang Zhong thought that this person was a little unreasonable, and it was clear that he was hiding here, but said that he had scared him, and he didn't know him, so it was better to gather and disperse, took a small wooden sword against the wall, and said, "I also took the sword, so I will go out, and I will not disturb the seniors." "Turn around and leave.

The man called, "Slow down, let me see what sword you have." ”

Fang Zhong was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that this person was hiding in the sword room, he was naturally very familiar with the sword, and when he knew which sword was good, he turned around and said, "Do you know the sword beforehand?" ”

The man straightened his chest and chuckled, "He Jianwu doesn't know." ”

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