Xin Lang sat on the side of the street, pounding the small iron sword in his hand, and then quietly waited for the buyer to come to the door.

It was a very skillful craft, and the iron sword was about the size of a palm, about half a fingernail's thickness, and although small, it contained a mechanism, and the left and right sides of the blade were unevenly thick, and the front and back ends were stretched out longer than the normal proportions of a sword.

The blade is divided into five sections, each made of different materials, and in order to maintain sufficient elasticity, wood ash and horsetail silk are mixed in the interlayer.

The small iron sword made in this way has the advantage that it only needs a simple True Qi trigger to make a pleasant sound, just like a copper bell.

And the five passages are stirred in different ways, and they are able to produce five notes from low to high.

Today is the eve of the sword sacrifice ceremony, and it is also a very important day.

He had been in business for more than eighty years in the night market of the Heavenly Sword Country.

When Xin Lang was young, he was also a swordsman, not very famous, but also very happy, and he also met his future wife.

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes, and his brain was full of pleasant memories.

It's a pity that his age is unforgiving, and his wife has passed away ten years ago, Xin Lang can only sit here, alone, seemingly a little lonely, quietly waiting.

He doesn't play adult swords because he prefers children's smiles.

The streets were full of people, and a group of children were playing with each other and running quickly towards him.

One of them, a little boy, who was only about four or five years old, fell in front of Xin Lang with a thud due to his unsteady running.

Xin Lang was taken aback, and quickly reached out to help him up.

He patted the boy with dirt, and he cried out in pain.

"Little friend, don't cry, how about grandpa give you a little music sword?"

The little boy was coaxed by him like this, and immediately stopped crying, and looked at him in disbelief, "What is Xiao Lejian?" ”

Xin Lang raised the small iron sword in his hand, and then his true qi was urged, and the sword body began to tremble and make a beautiful music.

He played "Quiet Moonlight" composed by Ken Rin Sakura twelve years ago, when Ken Rin Sakura was only eight years old, but he was already able to compose such beautiful music independently, and was regarded as a genius by the music and sword world at that time.

The melody of Tranquility Moonlight is very simple, with only five notes, which are the most traditional pentatonic scale, and the small music sword made by Xin Lang can only produce these five tones due to its simple structure and limited materials.

The sound of the music sword is ethereal and crisp, and the performance of the quiet moonlight has a unique flavor.

The little boy laughed at him, raised his round arms and applauded.

"Isn't this the famous song of Her Highness Rin Sakura?" Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind him.

The shadow fell from the top of Xin Lang's head and became blurred on the ground.

He quickly looked up.

"Oh my God, you're—" Xin Lang couldn't believe it, because His Royal Highness the world-famous Sword Master Bei Yingce was standing right in front of him.

"His Highness the Northern Underworld! I've listened to a lot of your tunes! ”

And, what's even more terrifying is that beside him, there is also a dignified and elegant beautiful girl.

Xin Lang stood up, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"Are you His Highness Sword Rin Sakura?"

"It's like a fake." Kenrin Sakura put her hands behind her back and squinted her eyes and smiled.

Xin Lang only felt that he was going to have a heart attack.

I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings I have accumulated, but today I can actually see His Royal Highness the living Sword Rin Sakura, as well as the Northern Meditation Strategy, and ......

"What's your name?"

Xin Lang raised his wrinkled fingers and pointed at Lin Ling, his brows furrowed, but he couldn't remember whether he was alive or dead.

Lin Ling was half angry with him, "Old man, don't come out to do business if you don't have a good brain, if you are deceived, it is still a trivial matter to suffer a loss, what if there is a three-long and two-short?" ”

"You, you ......" Xin Lang coughed violently, out of breath for a while.

Bei Mingce hurriedly covered his palm on his back and smoothed him down.

He turned back to Lin Ling and reproached, "Lin Ling, you say less." ”

"Oh, yes, you're Lin Ling," Xin Lang's face was like ashes, trying to calm down, and said with a smile, "Your level of sword playing is definitely world-class." ”

Lin Ling clasped his hands and glanced at him coldly, it was too late to say it now.

Jian Rin Sakura didn't care about her, her eyes fell on the iron sword in Xin Lang's hand, and she said in a respectful tone, "Old man, I just heard you play my "Quiet Moonlight", this little music sword of yours is so magical, can you lend us to play with it?" ”

"Of course, of course......," Xin Lang was excited, "don't say it's a play, it's just a gift for you." ”

Jian Rin Sakura nodded and smiled slightly, and pinched a small music sword from his stall into his hand.

It's very light and thin, but the workmanship is very exquisite, and you don't need any special music sword to play, and—

She gently stirred it with her true qi, and found that the sound she produced was very precise and harmonious, and the timbre was also very special, although it was a little thin, it seemed clear and empty.

This instrument is great for playing some sad and melodious tunes.

Kenrin Sakura closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then snapped her thumb on it.

Xiao Lejian emitted a series of beautiful sounds, playing "Snow Wind Yin" composed by Bei Mingce and Lin Ling five years ago.

Lin Ling was taken aback, when she heard the first sound, she knew that Jian Rin Sakura's performance level was above her, whether it was rhythm or pitch, she mastered it just right, and her fingers were pinched, and the expression on her face fluctuated with the music, so full of devotion made the whole song feel like it came to life.

Even Lin Ling, who was a woman, couldn't help but want to take Jian Rin Sakura in his arms and soothe him well.

I'm so unwilling, this is obviously my tune......

"Oh my God, is that the Rakujin Sword Rinzakura?"

"Shhhh

Jian Rin Sakura's performance immediately attracted many passers-by to stop and watch, but this scene was very wonderful, because it was clearly a busy city, but except for the music of Jian Rin Sakura, there was no sound at all.

Everyone even stopped breathing, for fear of disturbing her.

After the first section was played, when the second section was played, in addition to the music of Kenrin Sakura, another section sounded.

The North is in harmony with her.

Then Lin Ling also played along.

After the song is played, everything is silent.

The pedestrians around them forgot the purpose of coming to the night market, stood for a long time, and then applauded.

This scene is particularly rare, as there have never been three world-class sword masters playing together.

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