When Wang Hu opened his eyes from his sadness, he was surprised to find that it was not the iron sword that was broken, but the big bluestone in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ancestral God bless, Ancestral God bless!" The patriarch burst into tears of excitement and kept repeating this sentence.

The cheers of the clansmen grew louder and louder, and finally gradually merged into one sentence, that is, 'Ancestral God bless!' ’。

Wang Hao's still somewhat hanging heart finally put it into his stomach. For the things produced by the system, he naturally believes it, but he has seen Wang Hu's brute force, if in front of everyone, the iron sword is broken, then he really doesn't know where to put a face in Haikou.

When everyone cheered, Wang Hao pressed down with both hands, and the clansmen's voices gradually became quieter.

Wang Hu walked up to him, holding the iron sword in both hands, and was about to return it to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao beat his chest and said with a smile: "Take it, from now on, it will be yours." ”

Wang Hu looked at Wang Hao in disbelief, he couldn't figure out why this artifact called the sword ended up on his head if there were clansmen in the village who were older than him, and there were also people who were stronger than him.

He looked at his patriarch father in trepidation, and then at Wang Hao, not knowing what to do. If you refuse, you can't say anything, but if you just accept it, it doesn't make sense.

Wang Hao looked at his stupid appearance, and said with a smile: "Take it, this is what you deserve, you risked your lives, relying on great perseverance, to pull back the sacrifice to the ancestral god, which gave us the sword, if you don't accept it, no one in that clan is qualified to accept it." ”

After listening to Wang Hao's words, the patriarch finally made up his mind, nodded at Wang Hu, and motioned for him to accept it.

Wang Hu couldn't put it down and played with the iron sword in his hand, and he decided that even if he was sleeping in the future, he would sleep with this sword.

The remaining five iron swords were divided by Wang Hao among the remaining five clansmen who went to pull iron ore yesterday. They stroked the cold blade of the sword, and they were all excited. The blood marks on the shoulders that were touched by the vines, and the wounds on the feet that were worn out by walking, seemed to be no longer painful at this moment. Even if Wang Hao asked them to pull the ore again, I'm afraid they would not hesitate to go.

Wang Hao looked at the six people standing in a row in front of him, holding the iron sword tightly, raised his voice, and said loudly: "The ancestral god gave you a sharp iron sword, the purpose is to let you use the sword in your hand to protect the clansmen. When the beast comes out and wants to eat your people, you must stand up and kill it with your sword. When the enemy comes and wants to hurt your people, you must also stand up and use your iron sword and your body to stop the enemy, can you do this? ”

"Yes!" The six of them shouted in unison, and the sound resounded through the sky, startling a group of birds in the back mountain.

"Excellent! I hope you will do what you say. Wang Hao said solemnly, and then, after a change of words, he continued: "You remember, if one day, if the weapon in your hand is aimed at your own people, at that time, I will personally take back your weapon and cut off your head, and even after death, your soul will not be forgiven by the ancestral god, and you will never rest in peace." ”

"I swear in the name of the ancestral god that the tip of the sword in our hands will always be aimed at the enemy, and will never be directed at our own people." The six of them cut their palms one after another and swore an oath. Hurting their own people, in their eyes, this is simply impossible to happen. They didn't understand why Wang Hao was emphasizing this.

When the six of them retreated happily in the envious eyes of the clansmen, Wang Hao waved his hand, and two smaller swords appeared beside him.

The two swords that appeared this time were orange and red, like jumping sparks, and on the sword body, one side was covered with fish scale-like sword patterns, and the other side had a relief of Chinese characters. One is written in red tape with stone, and the other is written with antiquity. The length of the sword is ninety-nine centimeters, the width is four centimeters, and the weight is nine catties and nine taels.

The two oldest boys in Ishimura were called over, and handed over the sword with the stone characters to Shi Li, and the sword with the ancient characters written on it to Gu Mu.

Looking at the two of them who were at a loss, Wang Hao said: "Your brother and father were all killed in the monster siege, but the ancestral god told me that we all have dark hair and eyes, and we all come from different branches of the same ancestor. Now, your blood will merge with us, and we will henceforth be inseparable. Under the glory of the ancestral gods, we must live together. On behalf of the ancestral gods, I assure you that as long as this sword continues, your bloodline and family name will not be severed.

This sword is not used for hunting, but for guiding the direction of the Shi clan and the Gu clan. From now on, the direction of this sword will be the direction in which your people are going. The two of you are the eldest men of the Shi and Gu clans, and this sword will be handed over to you for safekeeping for the time being. With this sword, you will have the right to punish those who have made mistakes, but if you do not do justice or abuse your power, I will have the right to take it back. This sword is called 'King Sword'. ”

The two of them carefully held the Wang Sword and retreated to their respective clansmen. Their clansmen all looked at the two king's swords with awe, wanting to come up and touch them, but they were afraid of breaking these two swords that represented their bloodline.

With the convergence of different sexes, the importance of rights will become more and more prominent. Not to mention the distance, let's talk about the near, the distribution of food, the arrangement of daily work, there is a high probability that a series of contradictions will occur. Now the tribe is no longer a small village with only a few dozen people with the same surname. Instead, they have three second-level tribes with different surnames and more than 100 people.

Now Shi Li, Gu Mu and they are still young, and they can't see anything yet. When the children of both surnames have grown up, if they are dissatisfied with the tribe and rebel, it will be a disaster. You must know that in addition to the young children, the two surnames are pregnant women and children.

Therefore, it is better to instill in them the importance of class while they are still young, and when they grow up, even if they find out, they will already get used to it.

Wang Hao did not disappoint the patriarch, nor did he let him wait for a long time, his hands were pinned, and another sword appeared. This is also the only sword with a scabbard that has appeared so far.

The hilt and scabbard are golden. The sword is a full meter long. The sword body is six centimeters wide, and together with the scabbard, it weighs ten pounds in total.

On its scabbard, the sun, moon and stars are engraved on one side, and the mountains, rivers and plants are engraved on the other. Everything is lifelike and bumpy to the touch.

When Wang Hao pulled out the sword body, the silver-white sword light almost dazzled the eyes of the clansmen in the sunlight, and for a moment, they thought they had seen lightning.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked closely, and there were dense reliefs on both sides of the sword's body.

The upper part of the obverse depicts a group of people rounding up prey and catching fish from the river. The bottom half is carved with several people digging the ground with strange tools, followed by people scattering something into the dug ground. The clansmen who followed Wang Hao to dig the clay found that the strange thing in the painting was a wooden shovel.

And on the back of the sword body, there is a person holding a silver sword body with a golden hilt, pointing in one direction with a sword, and behind him, dozens of people with red swords rushed in the direction of the gold and silver sword, and behind the red sword holder, there are countless black giant swords following behind.

Stroking this exquisite sword like a work of art, Wang Hao was almost reluctant to hand it over to the patriarch. On earth, modern craftsmanship can only theoretically make such a beautiful sword.

But the materials required are certainly not a small pile of iron ore can be completed. And the intricate patterns on the sword, Wang Hao felt that if it was in some small countries, I am afraid that the whole country would not be able to carve it.

Wang Hao solemnly handed the sword to the patriarch, then raised his voice and said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "This sword represents the sun, moon and stars, heaven and earth. It does not have a blade and, therefore, is not often unsheathed. However, once it is unsheathed, all the king's sword and iron sword in the world will become its blade, and the direction it guides will be the direction in which the king's sword and the iron sword are advancing. Whether it is a mountain or a swamp, a river or a dense forest, it will be invincible. ”

Then, Wang Hao held the hand of the patriarch and shouted at the clansmen with this sword: "This sword is the emperor's sword, the only one in the world, the name of the sword, Xuanyuan!" ”