Lan Ruo's eyes widened, this one by one, it is very unbelievable, the Holy Church is the first religion in the world, the presiding judge is even above the Holy Knights, is the head of the Church's armed group, and his status is only one grade lower than the Pope, and the same level as the Patriarch, although the Demon Sword of the West is not very famous, it is also one of the legendary Quartet Sword Messengers, needless to say, the Ten Nights Song, the monarch of Bode, the first country in the south, is also the sword envoy of the South. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lan Ruo's eyes were a little flowery, the courage of the Lan family was really not ordinary, so many bigwigs actually dared to offend, and they also offended I don't know how many generations!

Listening to Lan Ling, the Holy Church of Middle-earth is here with the sword of the inquisitor of the eighth generation, and the feeling is that he is addicted to beating the presiding judge...... When the presiding judge of this generation heard about the tragic deeds of his ancestors, he wanted to cry without tears, and finally decisively gave up his sword, finally ending this tragic eight-generation losing streak.

What made Lan Ruo even more dizzy was that his grandfather actually beat up the great king Shiye Ge and snatched all the swords of other people home......

Lan Ling's mouth was still talking, but Lan Ruo had been frightened by the terrifyingly big titles that flew out of Lan Ling's mouth......

Lan Ling was already a little dry-mouthed: "Okay, there are so many swords, I can't finish them all, if there is any problem, you can ask the sword yourself, first pick the most suitable one for you, and then start to concentrate on the sword." ”

Lan Ruo asked with a puzzled face: "How do you ask, I don't know the sword language and the sword language." ”

"Don't understand? Enlightenment. Lan Ling made a casual move, and a sword flew into his hand, and he flicked his fingers on the sword, "When-" The long sword sound resounded for a long time, and gradually faded.

"I'm a sword cultivator, listen to the sound of the sword, touch the sword body, feel the sword heart, this is sword Zen, there is only so much I can teach," Lan Ling finished speaking, walked towards a looming tall bamboo house in the bamboo forest, and beckoned, "I'll go to sleep first, I just came back from the Silver Rain Palace, and I haven't rested yet." ”

Lan Ruo made a bitter face, sighed, sat cross-legged, casually pulled out a sword with a faint golden light from the ground, put it on his lap, closed his eyes, and flicked his fingers, "When-" The sound of the sword became softer, and Lan Ruo smiled helplessly: "Alas, can this really be realized?" ”

The breeze came slowly, the slender branches and leaves of the bamboo forest danced lightly, rustling, like the sound of heaven, in the world, there was only the sound of the bamboo leaves, the sun shined through the bamboo leaves, scattered down, Lan Ruo closed his eyes quietly, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

No response...... There was no reaction at all...... This sword is obviously a dead thing, Lan Ruo was almost asleep, and casually inserted the sword back into the ground, Lan Ruo found another sword.

After sitting for several hours, Lan Ruo was a little desperate, he had already changed his sword for an unknown number of times, but he didn't react at all, he didn't bring such a blow!

At one point, he suddenly felt a knife on his knee tremble very slightly, and he opened his eyes with joy...... A small beetle was found on the tip of the knife......

"Grandpa won't make fun of me." Lan Ruo thought sadly.

But now there is nothing else to do but believe in him.

Lan Ruo grabbed another knife and put it on his knee.

In the distance, in the bamboo hut, Lan Ling was quietly looking at Lan Ruo through the gap, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered: "This kid can't be so talentless, is it, could it be that these swords can't look down on him?" Also, how many years has it been since a fifth-order spirit has set foot in this sword mound...... It's normal for these swords to dislike him. ”

In the sword mound, this is already the third day, Lan Ruo has picked a sword for three days, and still no sword is willing to respond to him, Lan Ruo's expression is very tired, Lan Ling regularly sends food and water to Lan Ruo every day, Lan Ruo fills his stomach casually, and continues to understand.

The sun, moon and stars in the sky are just the existence simulated by the alchemist, the sunrise and sunset, and the movement of the stars are all controlled by Lan Ling's brass hammer, so as soon as he swings the hammer, the sky is dark, the stars and the moon rise into the sky, and with a swing of the hammer, it becomes day again.

But Lan Ruo sat in meditation day and night, Lan Ling asked Lan Ruo to take a rest, sleep and then continue, but Lan Ruo didn't listen, and stubbornly continued to sit in meditation to understand the sword, Lan Ling had to sigh lightly and sit next to the sword mound to accompany Lan Ruo.

There was a thick black cloud floating in the sky, as if it was about to rain, Lan Ling waved his hammer a little irritably, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sky was clear again.

Lan Ling is really a little anxious, it's been three days, and a sword hasn't responded to Lan Ruo, with his many years of experience, I'm afraid that if he tries again, there will be no sword to respond to him, the blades here are even more arrogant than their masters, the sword heart and the sword heart, if you don't meet a real strong person or someone who is destined, you won't easily confide.

Lan Ruo's spirit has been exhausted to the extreme, he has tried more than eight hundred swords without sleep, but there is no reaction, at first, he will still doubt what Lan Ling said, but now he has no heart to doubt, because he only has this one way to go, pull out the sword, sit in meditation and meditate, listen to the sound, caress lightly, feel the residual "meaning" in the sword, his movements are already a little mechanical, and his heart is also a little numb.

This one...... No, Lan Ruo inserted a thick-backed knife full of gems into the ground, staggered to his feet, and took two steps, when suddenly he stumbled, Lan Ling on the side was startled, and was about to help Lan Ruo, Lan Ruo's right hand was on the handle of a knife, and he stood firm.

The handle of this knife is extremely cold, and the silver metal handle is carved with countless scales, which is very comfortable to touch, Lan Ruo looked at this knife with some confusion, and an inexplicable sense of intimacy arose.

Most of the swords in the sword mound are not sheathed, but this knife has a polished silver sheath, and this knife has been placed here for many years, whether it is the handle or the scabbard are as smooth as new, with a faint brilliance, it is not made of ordinary materials at a glance.

Lan Ruo stretched out his hand and pulled the knife out of the ground with the sheath attached, this knife was quite heavy, but it was not a problem for Lan Ruo, who was used to using explosive swords, but Lan Ling's eyebrows on the side were twisted.

Lan Ruo stroked the scabbard with his hand, and a kind of vicissitudes that had been precipitated for thousands of years came to the bottom of his heart through the touch of his fingertips, and he suddenly seemed to have a sense of flesh and blood connection with this knife.

"Grandpa, I don't know if it's my delusion, I think...... This knife," Lan Ruo swallowed, "it seems, is calling to me." ”

Lan Ruo looked up at Lan Ling, and was suddenly stunned, he saw that Lan Ling was staring at him with a stunned expression.

Lan Ling asked in a somewhat strange tone, "This knife, is it...... This knife, has a reaction to you? Are you sure? Do you feel it as soon as you touch it? ”

"yes, as soon as you touch it...... I felt it, it was like an old friend I hadn't seen for years, yes, it must be what I was looking for. Lan Ruo's gaze fell on the knife.

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