In front of the chairmanship, Liu Lao, who had been relieved of his demons, was full of red light, and he was reluctant to let go of Mo Chou.

With this sword that slays demons and destroys demons, who would dare to chew their tongues and say that I am a butcher?

When he saw the eager eyes of Master Long Hai and the others, Liu Lao restrained his excitement and handed over the sword.

It's better to be happy alone than to be happy, such an amazing sword should be shared with everyone.

Regardless of the competition between everyone and Mo Chou, Liu Lao smiled kindly at Wu Tianen: "Lord County Shou, you have a heart!"

Wu Tianen's heart was full of joy, his mustache was open, the smile on his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum, and he hurriedly saluted: "It is an honor for the lower officials to be able to satisfy Liu Lao!"

Liu Lao looked at Ye Changsheng again, and asked kindly, "Changsheng, such an amazing sword, why doesn't it have a scabbard?"

Ye Changsheng's face was embarrassed, and he said hesitantly: "For all the reasons, Master Longhai should be clear. ”

Master Long Hai met Liu Lao's puzzled gaze and said with a smile: "Liu Lao doesn't know, because this sword is infused with emery, it can be regarded as a thing of the Sun, so the main material for making the scabbard must be the skin of the Yang Demon Beast, so that it can contain spirituality without hurting its sword body." ”

Liu Lao suddenly realized, and his gaze at Ye Changsheng softened more and more.

The Extreme Sun Demon Beast was originally a rare thing, and its skin was even rarer.

Ye Changsheng was just a swordsmith in a small place, how could there be such a precious thing?

Don't say it's immortality, even if he is asked to find such a precious material in a hurry, he may not be able to find it.

Changsheng didn't perfunctory put on a scabbard, because he knew in his heart that an ordinary scabbard was not worthy of this world-shattering sword at all.

And isn't this a kind of respect for him?

Immediately, a military general stood up, and his chest clattered: "Boss, the matter of the scabbard will be handed over to the last general, if you can't do it, come and see you!"

The guests who were a step late were frustrated and missed a good opportunity to hug their thighs.

Who said that Wufu has no brains, people's brains are really fast enough.

With Liu Lao's love for this sword, it must be used as a sword, and it is the kind that he can't put down.

Just imagine, every time Liu Lao sees the scabbard, he can think of your name, what is this concept?

"Actually, Changsheng didn't build the scabbard because there was another allusion. Ye Changsheng said suddenly.

"Oh, let's hear it. Boss Liu was curious.

Ye Changsheng said loudly: "According to the records of the remnant of the previous dynasty's "Book of Ancient Yue", after Yin Zili retired from his success, he wrapped the Mochou sword in his own linen clothes, which means to be with its light and its dust. Therefore, in addition to the scabbard, Liu Lao also needs to use the linen clothes that Liu Lao wears to wrap the scabbard in a net, so that this Mo Chou is truly complete!"

Everyone was fascinated, and a scribe wearing a literary crown couldn't help but praise the case: "After the matter, go to the clothes, and hide the merit and fame." There is no difference between ancient and modern celebrities, for Liu Laohe!"

Full of heritage, thick history, a sword, has gone far beyond the scope of a sword.

A sword has become a symbol of the spirit of ancient literati and doctors, and has become a true portrayal of their noble qualities.

What kind of elegant thing is it to use the past as a metaphor for the present, and the past and the present to shine together?

Today's immortal dedication will become a good story!

"For Liu Laohe!"

"For Liu Laohe!"

The guests got up, tidied up, and bowed their heads to congratulate.

Especially the officials and magnates who came from the capital, even at the high-level banquets they attended, it was rare for such an elegant event to occur.

Unexpectedly, in a small county town, it could coincide with the meeting.

Liu Lao was still immersed in surprise, thinking about it, wrapping the sword in the linen clothes he wore and hanging it around his waist to show his will, how fascinating this scene is.

Although Ye Shi is not credible, Changsheng's words are not known to be higher than the small trick of "choosing one of the two scabbards".

It's rare for this kid to spend so much effort to give me a perfect birthday gift.

Could it be that he is really my long-lost descendant?

Liu Lao looked at Ye Changsheng and said emotionally: "Changsheng, this intention between you and Lord County Shou is commendable, and the old man has it in his heart!"

Ye Changsheng bowed down and thanked him, and said hesitantly: "Old Liu, actually, in fact, the sword that the inspector gave the Lord ......."

"What happened to the sword?"

Ye Changsheng plucked up his courage and said, "That sword, there are actually some problems. ”

"You fart," Lou Yunhe scolded angrily, "You pariah, you have a problem!"

The good situation was reversed, and he was slapped in the face in public, Lou Yunhe was already aggrieved and angry.

Now Ye Changsheng said that there was a problem with the sword he offered, how could he bear it?

Lou Yunhe didn't notice at all that Liu Jingye behind him was turning pale.

The two Mochou were both cast by Ye Changsheng.

Could it be that Ye Changsheng had expected that he would steal the sword, so when he cast the first Mo Chou, he secretly did something?

He has been holding back, just to wait for this moment?

A fifteen-year-old boy would have such a deep scheming?

At this moment, Ye Changsheng's gaze passed, and the mockery in his eyes flashed.

Liu Jingye was like being hammered, and his face was pale!

Ye Changsheng turned around and said in a deep voice to Liu Lao: "Please also ask Liu Lao to open the light for the first Mo Chou!"

Ghosts and gods, Liu Lao nodded, picked up the first Mo Chou, the rough big grasped the blade of the sword, and put it down.

Blood smeared on the sword's body, and as the aura surged, the blood light emanated.

However, when the blood light surged to a palm's distance from the tip of the sword, it suddenly stopped, as if it was blocked by something.

In the shocked sight of everyone, the tip of the sword slowly drooped.

Bent?!

There was a dead silence in the audience, and no one spoke.

The patrol made the adults stunned, and looked at this scene in disbelief, and a look of panic appeared on their faces.

Hong Yuntao and Liu Jingye had weak legs, their eyes were dark, and they almost fainted.

Liu Lao looked at the tip of the sword that drooped down, his face was pale, and the anger in his chest surged uncontrollably.

What's wrong?

Do you think the old man is old, and he will be cowardly when he sees blood?

Or do you think that the old man is not good, and he will soften at the critical moment?

Looking at Lou Yunhe with cold eyes, Liu Lao said word by word: "Inspector Envoy, what do you mean?!"

Under the gaze of countless unkind eyes, Lou Yunhe completely lost his previous spirit, and he was completely panicked.

Lou Yunhe's body trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, he was angry, and roared at Liu Jingye: "What the hell is going on?!"

Liu Jingye was dragged in front of Liu Lao like a dead dog, but he was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't say a word, and he didn't even dare to look up at Liu Lao's eyes.

What could he say, saying that this sword was not forged by him, but by Ye Changsheng?

To say that all this is Ye Changsheng's conspiracy?

If so, I'm afraid his fate will be even worse!

Liu Lao looked coldly at Liu Jingye, who was trembling on the ground, and then looked at Ye Changsheng: "Changsheng, you come!"