Chapter Eighty-Three: Mu Gongjian's Memory
Mu Gongzhen Qin Jian.
This legendary sword inherited by the kings of the Qin Kingdom is quietly inserted in front of us at this moment.
Although Shen Lang is full of curiosity on weekdays, but now he also knows caution, after he heard Yi He finish talking about the origin of this sword, although his eyes were full of curiosity, he still looked at Chen Gong and asked.
"Brother Chen Gong, if I take this sword off the altar, will it trigger some deadly mechanism?"
Chen Gong smiled with relief after hearing Shen Lang's question, as if he was feeling that Shen Lang was finally no longer reckless, and then he confidently opened his mouth and told Shen Lang that he didn't need to care.
"It's okay, I've already explored here just now, and I haven't found any mechanism here, so you can rest assured that you don't have any worries about taking out this sword."
Hearing Chen Gong's answer, Shen Lang was relieved, he looked at us tentatively, and after finding that we did not stop his move, he took a deep breath and strode forward.
I saw Shen Lang stretch out his hands and grab the scabbard, and at the same time, he exerted his strength in his dantian arms, and with a low roar in his mouth, the mysterious Mu Gong sword was completely taken out of the altar by him.
But after holding Mu Gongjian in his hand, Shen Lang's expression was even more subtle.
"I can't pull this sword out of its scabbard!"
Hearing Shen Lang's surprise, our eyes couldn't help but look at him, and we found that it was indeed as he said.
We saw that Shen Lang's two hands were held on the scabbard and the hilt of the sword respectively, the green tendons on his arms were bulging, and sweat appeared on his forehead, it is not difficult to see that Shen Lang has used great strength to draw the sword out of the sheath.
But even under Shen Lang's force, the body of this sword was still wrapped in the scabbard, and it didn't show half of it at all.
Seeing that Shen Lang couldn't pull out half a point of this sword with all his strength, our faces couldn't help but be surprised.
Although the Dao method cannot be used here, Shen Lang has obtained Li Cunxiao's martial arts inheritance after all, even in this case, he still has the power of the dragon elephant on his arms, and even so, he still can't pull this Mu Gong sword out of the sheath.
Why is that?
"The artifact has a spirit, Han Chuan, it seems that this sword is really for you."
Seeing that Shen Lang was unable to pull Mu Gong's sword out of the sheath, Chun Ting was not surprised at all, he looked at me, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke with a complicated expression.
"You might as well take it and see if you can pull it out, maybe when you hold it in your hand, you'll be able to remember something."
What does Chunting mean by this?
Could it be that this sword is really for me?
Although I didn't believe in Chunting's mysterious statement, but without other clues, I had no choice but to take over the legendary Mu Gong Sword from Shen Lang's hands.
Then I held the pitch-black scabbard with my left hand while reaching out my right hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and my hands were pressed in different directions, trying to pull the sword out.
Cangchangchang!
With this crisp voice in our ears, the Mu Gong Sword that Shen Lang couldn't pull out with all his strength just now was easily pulled out of the scabbard by me at this moment. Baixiao
And before I could react, the moment I pulled Mu Gongjian out of its scabbard, my thoughts began to blur, and my eyes fainted.
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By the time I regained consciousness, I found myself in what seemed to be a dream again.
However, this dream is not the same dream I have been having for more than 20 years, but more like the dream I entered when I was in Jinling that day, because I touched the statue of the hedgehog.
Once again, I was attached to a specific perspective, and I had no choice but to become a bystander who could only speak or move, and could only watch from the sidelines.
Because of what I had been going to see, I was about to see what had already happened, and I was just brought in to see what had happened, but I couldn't speak, and I couldn't change anything.
What is different from my previous experience is that in the dream of Jinling that day, I watched from the perspective of Xiao Yan and Chen Qingzhi successively, so that I clearly knew what happened in Nanliang that year.
And now, my perspective at the moment is not on anyone's body, but from the perspective of a sword, lying quietly on the weapon rack next to me.
Could this sword be the Mu Gongzhen Qin Sword that we found in Tongtian Palace?
I calmed down and guessed, maybe the dream I was in now had nothing to do with me, it was not my memory, but just a picture sealed in Mu Gongjian.
In other words, what I am about to see is the memory that belongs to Mu Gongjian, but by chance, Mu Gongjian chose me to be this spectator who watched everything.
However, after I carefully examined it with my mind, I could clearly detect that this sword was somewhat different from the Mu Gong sword we had found.
The Mu Gong sword we found was full of royal energy, and its head was carved into the totem Xuanniao of the Qin people, but the sword I am possessed by now is just a simple murderous soldier, and it does not have half of the royal road, and the sword head is empty, and even slightly shorter than the sword we found in length.
Before I could figure out why the two swords were so different, I saw a man sitting in the middle of the hall, listening to a report from the man below him.
The person sitting upright was dressed in black, and he looked like he was not like ordinary people, and the Qin people valued black, since this person could be so important in Mu Gongjian's memory, he should be the owner of this sword, Qin Mugong.
His Highness's attitude seemed to be extremely respectful, and he bowed his head and reported to Qin Mugong.
"The king, the doctor sent me to report to you, we now have the defense of the capital of Zheng Guo in our hands, the doctor suggested that the king send troops to attack Zheng Guo, and Zheng Guo can be destroyed by our people."
It sounded like this person was reporting to Qin Mugong about the attack on Zheng Guo, and seeing that Mu Gong was a little hesitant, he couldn't help but add a fire.
"The doctor and I all know that the king has been deliberately seeking to develop eastward for many years, and if the king can attack Zheng this time, he can enter the Central Plains and then share the land of the Jin Kingdom, and I hope that the king will make plans as soon as possible."
I could see that listening to the report of the person in front of me, Qin Mugong's face was already a little moved.
However, Qin Mugong was the king of a country after all, although he had a plan in his heart, he did not make a decision, but waved his hand at the person in front of him.
"I know, you've been working hard all the way, go down and rest."
When the person in front of him heard Qin Mugong's answer, although he was a little unwilling, he still nodded his head, and then withdrew from the hall with a deep bow.
And before I could figure out what this scene meant, the image in front of me faded back into darkness.
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