The whole storage room is not large, forty square meters, but it is piled up with iron bars and weapons, scattered like a hill and randomly piled in a corner. Dusty and rusty, it had been stored for years and no one had touched it.

But this is only a part, and some of the most important weapons are placed on the shore of a long wooden table, and some are still placed at the foot of the four earthen walls of the room. What eighteen-class martial arts weapons.

Eighteen kinds of weapons: bows, crossbows, spears, knives, swords, spears, shields, axes, axes, halberds, yellows, maces, sticks, forks, rakes, etc. There is everything, and it makes people shake their eyes, and they don't know which one to choose.

Wang Buer's eyes lit up, and when he saw the mountains of weapons, his face was shocked and he couldn't believe it, it was like walking into an arsenal, and the room was full of them. Very excited.

He picked up a long sword on the desk and unsheathed it, and the cold light appeared, and the white-bladed white-faced blade glowed, which was a rare sword. He picked up a Tang-style long knife again, and waved the knife in gusts, which was a good knife. He grabbed a silver spear, danced with flowers, and with the sound of breaking the wind, it was also a good gun.

The seventh brother knows a little about this place, and he doesn't have the same expression as Wang Bu'er when Grandma Liu enters the palace, and accompanies Wang Bu'er to walk around the entire storage room, and also tells the approximate price of some of these weapons, of course, if you want to buy it, you still have to get the consent of Uncle Gouzi, if he doesn't sell your sword, even if you are at a high price, he will definitely not sell it.

"There are so many weapons, I am dizzy to see it, and I don't know which one to choose!"

Wang Buji sprayed, after shopping for so long, he also saw countless good swords. They are all good swords that are hard to find and sell at market prices. However, in his heart, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with these swords, and he vaguely felt as if these swords were not the best swords here.

It was also he who said to the old seventh brother: "Seventh brother, in addition to the sword in this military room, are there any other swords?" ”

The seventh brother smiled when he heard this, saw his thoughts, and said with a smile: "Yes, Uncle Gouzi's family has a hand-me-down soldier, which is amazing, you must not have imagined." ”

"Oh, really? Show me there! Wang Buer's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he rubbed his hands happily and hurriedly said. I secretly wondered if there were still private goods.

"Okay, the divine soldiers are in the hall, I'll take you to see!" The old seventh brother was mysterious, smiled and took Wang Buji out of the hall, Chen Xiaoyu couldn't catch the mouse, so he was so angry that he went to join in the fun.

There is no furniture in the main hall, except for a dark desk. Decaying pillars, blue-tiled beams, and earthy yellow walls. There is another bedroom in the main hall, presumably the room where Uncle Dog sleeps.

In the hall facing the door, there is a portrait of an ancient figure hanging high on the earthen wall, this painting is a young man, white robe, long flowing hair, thin face, with elegance, bright eyes, but the punishment is sad, giving people a sense of sadness, he faces the north, seems to have a sense of concern.

Seeing this painting, Wang Buji's eyes were fixed, and he felt a little weird, how could he be the young man in ancient costume in this painting, and how could he seem to be a little similar to himself? It's not a little paralyzing, it's very similar, it's almost the same person carved out.

Sure enough, Chen Xiaoyu also found out, stared at the strange gaze, looked at the portrait, and then looked at Wang Buer, who was very depressed, and exclaimed: "Villain, isn't it you in this painting?" I can't imagine that you are still quite handsome in ancient costumes! ”

"Don't say it, little master, how are you so similar to the person in this painting, it's exactly the same!" The old seventh brother was stupid, but he knew that he had seen this painting since he was a child, and he didn't know Wang Bu'er at that time, but now he appeared so similar to the young man in the painting, it made him unbelievable, and he stared at Wang Bu'er.

"Don't mess around, this is purely a coincidence, the person in this painting is enshrined, presumably it must be the ancestor of Uncle Gouzi's family, don't slander it!"

Wang Buer saw that their eyes were strange, and he felt helpless when he knew it, and he was very depressed. I didn't expect that there is really nothing strange in the world, and the ancestors of others are so similar to themselves, no, it should be like their own portraits.

Underneath the painting is a pitch-black desk, very quaint, with a long sword placed on the sword stand and squared to the foot of the portrait. Below it is a Tonglu burning agarwood and offering offerings.

When Wang Buji saw the simple long sword enshrined on the desk, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was a little inexplicably excited.

This long sword, about 1.18 meters long, the hilt occupies 30 centimeters, and the hilt is wrapped around an old gray basket-colored cloth, and the sword stem is a round old copper, showing a simple black copper color, and is carved with the legendary Honggu mythical beast.

The sword grid is also a black bronze casting, delicately carved picture of the beast, very charming. This sword also has a scabbard, and this scabbard does not know what material it is made of, like iron but not iron, like copper and not copper, with a width of 5.6 cm and a thickness of 2.5 cm, showing a dark color of pressure rhyme.

The sword scabbard is also engraved on both sides with a Taiji diagram, which is vague and vague, and the whole gives people a very old feeling, when it is very well preserved and not damaged.

Wang Buji didn't dare to take off the sword easily and look at it carefully, and he didn't know how the sword body was.

"Seventh brother, the peerless divine weapon you talked about is this sword, it's also very ordinary, I can't see any difference!" Wang Buer deliberately said with disdain.

Sure enough, the old seventh brother smiled and said: "This is true, little master, don't underestimate this divine sword, do you know why I call it a peerless soldier?" Because it is indeed the sword created by Uncle Gouzi's family, but when it is a peerless divine soldier, it was given to it by our village, because it is too extraordinary and weird! ”

"Some are gods and some are weird, but tell me how unusual it is so far!" Wang Buji gave him a blank look, and was hooked, arousing curiosity, eager to know the result.

The old seventh brother pretended to be mysterious, and said with a smile: "This sword has a weird speciality, that is, no one has pulled it out of the scabbard!" ”

"Can't pull out the sword? Can there be such a thing? Wang Buer exclaimed, a little unconvinced, he didn't dare to take it off, and listened to the seventh brother finish his words first.

"Yes, this sword can't be unsheathed, I've tried it, and all the people in the village have tried it, no matter how you pull it out, you just can't pull it out. Even Uncle Gou's family is said to be unsheathed. Very spooky.

Listening to Uncle Gouzi's family, this sword is the sword used by the young man in this portrait, and it has been handed down, but he can only use this sword, and others can't use it, which is very evil. That's why the people of my village call it a peerless divine soldier, that is, isolated from the world, and no one uses it. The seventh brother explained with a smile.

Sure enough, Wang Buji looked at the portrait of the young man in the picture again, and the sword he was carrying in the painting was indeed the same as the strange sword on the desk. I think it's very strange, and in this painting, there is no commentary on who the young man in this painting is, not a word is written, only this young man with sadness is painted, which is a bit puzzling.

"Is there such a god? This girl wants to see if it is as you said it cannot be unsheathed! Chen Xiaoyu, who was standing on the side, obviously didn't believe it, she stepped forward to the desk, unscrupulously, reached out and took down the long sword, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, covering the scabbard with the other, and pulling it out suddenly with both hands at the same time.

As a result, it really can't be pulled, and it can't be pulled out at all. Seeing Wang Buji's eyes, he was a little stunned.

"Oh, the old lady doesn't believe it, I can't pull you out!"

Chen Xiaoyu felt ugly, very unconvinced, glaring and puffing out, pouting, and looking at the strange long sword in his hand angrily.

So she caught the scabbard between her legs like a carrot. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands folded, the little face flushed, the lower lip lightly, the hand was forced, and it was pulled suddenly. Helplessly, I still don't use the long sword to unsheath it.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe ............!"

Wang Buer and Old Seventh Brother were sweating on their foreheads, braving black lines, and their eyes were speechless. Looking at Chen Xiaoyu's antics and angry expression, holding the long sword between his legs and holding the hilt of the sword, he kept chanting, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

The action, ahem, a little bit of that? It's just ............, hey, it's just that the action is very ugly and ugly, and there is no image of a normal girl at all, and it is directly broken.

"See, I can't even pull out the little witch like this, jump like this, or pull it out like this, don't you believe this sword is weird!" The seventh brother said that he seemed to like to watch Chen Xiaoyu's actions now.

"I'm still a little unconvinced, is this sword really so difficult to get out of the sheath, I'll try it!" Wang Buer still didn't believe that this sword couldn't be unsheathed, thinking that these two goods wouldn't be acting for themselves, right? Is it really that hard to pull out? Some muttered.

"Alas, here you go, the villain, if you pull it out, the previous thing will be written off!" Chen Xiaoyu was really desperate, and he tossed for a few minutes to get out of the scabbard. After wiping the sweat of incense, the king was not seen, and threw the long sword to him.

"Little master, I also bet that if you can really pull out this sword, I will kill the chicken tonight and invite you to dinner at home!" The seventh brother on the side said, looking a little ridiculous.

"Oh, I don't believe what you say, I can't pull it out, look at it!"

Wang Buer's face was confident, he caught the long sword, looked at it carefully, his eyes were blazing, and the more he felt that this sword was extraordinary. So he grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and the scabbard with his left hand, and pulled it out with all his might.

As a result, two black and white sword qi shot out, like yin and yang, one yin and one yang, illuminating the entire hall, and the sword qi was shocked. It was as if a peerless powerhouse had just woken up, and a terrifying aura erupted that made people shudder.

"Ah, you, you're really out of the sheath!" Chen Xiaoyu was stunned.

"This, this, how is it possible, if you know that the whole village has tried, and has never pulled out this sword, and today you have pulled out the sheath, it is really, so shocking!" The old seventh brother looked shocked, it was obvious that he didn't believe some of the things in front of him, and he was very shocked.

"This sword is so strange, since it is black and white, with an eight-sided sword body!"

The black and white sword rays retreated, revealing the appearance of the sword body, Wang Buer's eyes showed surprise, holding a strange long sword in his right hand, looking up and down carefully, the more he felt in his heart, the more extraordinary this sword was. He felt it clearly. When he pulled out the scabbard just now, it was like the first awakening of a strong man, and his breath was terrifying.

But this breath is very familiar, like yin and yang. Because he was born with yin and yang, he is very kind, and he feels very comfortable and comfortable to use. Moreover、He seems to have a similar feeling about this sword in his heart、"Familiar feeling? ”

Very surprised him, it was clearly the first time he saw this sword, how could he have a sense of familiarity and intimacy, and he felt like an old friend for many years, and he was inexplicably excited to meet again today. And he also felt the same feeling in the sword, which seemed to be the same as him.

"What's going on? Does it have anything to do with you? Wang Buji frowned, I looked at the sad portrait of the young man on the wall, and muttered in my heart, a little difficult for him to understand.

"Wow, strange sword, play with me!" Chen Xiaoyu's eyes glowed, she felt that the black and white double-sided sword was very strange, she showed curiosity, and she didn't wait for Wang Buer to give it, she stepped forward and grabbed it. But as a result...

"Oh, it's so heavy, it wasn't that heavy just now, huh? How can it be so heavy? Chen Xiaoyu was slammed to the ground by the strange long sword, and she was obviously angry when she fell, so she hurriedly stood up, gritted her teeth and began to lift the sword, "I don't believe it, the old lady can't fix you today!" ”

But in the end, she still couldn't lift the strange black and white double-sided sword lying on the ground. This sword, it seems to have become a cornerstone all of a sudden, and it can't be touched at all, so angry that Chen Xiaoyu screamed.

This made Wang Buer and the seventh brother stunned, and it was too fake, it was clearly a sword that could be afforded, and she was still playing with it at the beginning, how could she pull out the scabbard and not be able to catch the sword. The old seventh brother didn't believe it and threw his arms forward. Said: "Let me come!" ”