Four months ago, outside the city of Handan.

"Uncle, how far is this from Handan County?"

The half-haired charcoal seller carried two baskets of charcoal fire, and walked on the muddy path with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and someone himself came up and inquired.

The old man turned his head and saw the person in his cloudy eyes.

The person who came was a man, just looking at his appearance was about thirty years old, but this person was also like him with a rickety back, not so much rickety, but the whole person was supported by a "stick" wrapped in a cloth in his hand, and when he didn't speak, he was also panting for white air, seemingly, sick.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the east, "Twenty miles!" ”

More than 20 miles, and two hours to walk. When the man heard this, he sighed in frustration and muttered, "I'm tired to death!" ”

The old man glanced at him, and said in his heart that at such a young age, he was not as good as carrying two baskets of charcoal. The old man shook his head, but he saw that the "stick" under the man's hand trembled suddenly, and then the man said to himself, "Okay, okay, I'll just go to the death!" ”

Weird.

The old man didn't want to be in the company of this strange man, but the man muttered that he wanted to rest, picked up a big stone and went up crookedly. He crooked the stone and put aside what he was carrying.

The wrapped coarse cloth slid downward, and the old man saw under the cloth, revealing a handle with half engraved spiraling lines.

Swords?!

The old man was an honest flat-headed commoner, and he was frightened when he saw the sword, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment at the moment, and he ran away without a trace.

The person crooked on the boulder didn't care, but he was too cold, and rubbed the arms of the two skinny hands repeatedly, "Frozen to death, why is it so cold?" ”

He was cold, but he still didn't get up, only gasping for air. The sword-like object that had been put aside suddenly flipped over after he finished speaking, and went straight to the man's hand.

The man sighed, "I can't take a break!" ”

Although he was reluctant, he held on to the object and trembled to his feet.

"You sword ancestor, it's all right, just don't let me rest for a while! What's wrong with me taking a break? Let's go to Handan City, maybe the golden holy hand is not there at all, I'm tired and half dead, and then I pounce in the air, my life is not saved, but I lose my life......"

He babbled, it turned out that he was not talking to himself all the time, he was talking to the sword wrapped in coarse cloth!

The sword really understood, and suddenly shuddered, as if he didn't like to hear the words, and interrupted the man.

The man sighed and walked east along the path, no longer saying anything about life, just praying, "Golden Holy Hand, Shen Cheng's life depends on you!" ”

Jin Shengshou is the detoxification saint who lives in Handan County, and Shen Cheng is this chattering man.

Right now, Shen Cheng was holding the psychic sword in his hand, moving towards Handan City step by step.

The north wind was howling, a man and a sword walked for a long time, and faintly saw a village in front of him, Shen Cheng went to borrow a bowl of hot tea to warm up, but he finally got closer and found that there were a few tall horses tied to the fence at the head of the village.

The spirit sword under his hand shook, Shen Cheng stopped, and sighed regretfully, but his voice was a little cold, "It seems that you can't drink hot tea." ”

The man and the sword immediately turned and left, but suddenly a shout came from the village behind him, and then the sound of horses' hooves approached like a drum.

Shen Cheng snorted twice, took a deep breath, his rickety body straightened up, and the two feet that were originally difficult to walk suddenly hit the ground, jumped backwards, and jumped into the forest on the side.

He picked up his sword and ran into the forest, the sound of chasing behind him.

"You can't run away!"

There were as many as seven or eight people chasing after Shen Cheng, all with weapons in their hands, their eyes fixed on Shen Cheng, and even more on the sword on Shen Cheng's back.

Shen Cheng would not stop, his feet were swift, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't get as fast as those strong men, his wheezing became more and more serious, and his face was white, and the people behind him sneered.

"If you run so fast after being poisoned, you are not afraid of dying of poison?!"

Where did Shen Cheng have the energy to respond, and the man said: "The Golden Holy Hand is in Handan, if you want to live, hand over the ancient sword Penglai!" ”

His voice echoed through the forest, and Shen Cheng was as if he hadn't heard it.

There is only one sword on Shen Cheng's body, which is the spirit sword, and this spirit sword is the ancient sword Penglai in the mouths of this group!

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The ancient sword Penglai, the holy sword of the sword saint.

Three hundred years ago, the sword saint Pei Fei became famous all over the world with this sword, won the reputation of the sword saint, and passed on to future generations.

The ancient sword of Penglai is half a zhang long, the black iron sword body, the blades on both sides, and the iron is sharpened like mud; The hilt of the sword is made of golden silk nanmu, and the engraved lines are rough and atmospheric, and they are not informal; The scabbard is also made of golden silk nanmu, which is plain and clean without a trace of carving; At the top of the hilt of the sword is a cyan sword spike, which is rumored to be compiled by the sword saint Pei Fei Xun the best embroidery girl in Suzhou, and personally tied to the sword.

The origin of this sword is unknown, someone once asked the sword saint Pei Fei, Pei Fei smiled and asked: "This sword is called Penglai, where did you say it came from?" ”

Penglai, the ethereal fairy island that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty searched for fruitlessly.

Since then, the origin of the Penglai sword has been recorded as unknown. The unknown identity puts a veil of mystery on the sword of the sword master.

After the death of the Sword Saint, the Penglai Sword was buried with him, and within three years, it was stolen by tomb robbers and flowed out of the Pei family, causing people in the rivers and lakes to compete for it. The Penglai sword has changed hands many times, after ten years, and then fell into the cliff and snow stream in a dispute between the two factions at the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and fell silent.

This silence is a Jiazi, until sixty years later, someone accidentally discovered the ancient sword sleeping in the snow of the high mountains, and Penglai returned to the sight of the rivers and lakes again. Although it has been more than seventy years since the death of the Sword Saint Pei Fei at this time, the moment the sword entered the rivers and lakes, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the bloody wind and rain in the rivers and lakes kicked off again.

This time, it's been thirty years.

The rivers and lakes are constantly strife, just when everyone thinks that Penglai is in their hands and no one in the world is invincible, this sword of the sword saint actually has the intention of choosing the master, the virtuous can still hold it, and the unvirtuous person holds the sword as if he killed himself.

Penglai changed hands again frequently, until thirty years later, Shen Xiqing, the head of the Shen family in Gusu, took the sword.

Shen Xiqing has a long reputation in swordsmanship, and he single-handedly revitalized the Gusu Shen clan of the declining martial arts clan, making the Shen clan not only re-established itself in the rivers and lakes, but also became famous in the community.

Shen Xiqing was appointed by Penglai in a vicious battle, and the ancient sword Penglai was like a dragon in Shen Xiqing's hands, and it shone for a while.

Shen Xiqing relied on this battle to sit firmly in the top spot in the rivers and lakes and command the heroes. Just when the entire martial arts congratulated him on mastering the Sword Saint Ancient Sword, Shen Xiqing said solemnly: "The ancient sword Penglai is not used by me, but I serve the sword with my body." ”

He claimed to be the ancient sword servant, and asked all the martial arts disciples of the Shen family in the future to regard themselves as the sword servants, and the successors were determined by the ancient sword Penglai.

Two hundred years after Shen Xiqing, the person who served the sword of the Shen family was the well-deserved head of the Shen family.

However, more than ten years ago, Gujian Penglai suddenly abandoned the children of the branch that had been operated for several generations, and chose an orphan with an unknown side branch.

This person is Shen Cheng.

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*This article is on the shelves on January 1, 2019 ~ I hope you will support it genuinely.