In our opinion, this is just a ridiculous idea.

But the truth is not so simple, here, we are going to discuss such questions, and even if the holy sword confesses the lord, who knows if the man will let him go?

At any time, the person who can possess the holy sword must be a strong enough person, but how many people with such a strong will be so unthinkable?

Of course, no matter how strict the conditions are, the Holy Sword of Mercy is still the most dazzling and sought-after in the mainland, and ordinary people can't help it even if they just want to see it from afar.

When his father was still alive, Zhou Zhenghong said that he was still a wealthy man, but he didn't have the slightest chance to see the real thing, even if he didn't know who the real thing of the holy sword was.

At this moment, listening to the tone of the old man, they were within the range of the legendary Mercy Holy Sword, how could Zhou Zhenghong not be surprised?

Just after thinking about it, Zhou Zhenghong felt that something was wrong.

Legend has it that if you want to enter the holy sword, don't you have to be killed by the holy sword? But there is one person who was able to save everyone's lives at a critical moment! That's the blue-faced boy.

The blue-faced boy has a magical sword - Zhou Zhenghong.

It's like a double-edged sword, capable of both killing and saving.

Who is the real son?

Zhou Zhenghong! Although Zhou Zhenghong did not know whether he had escaped death, he was sure that even if he was dead, he could only die at the hands of the blue-faced young man.

Thinking of the familiar pattern of the two rows of doors in the corridor, Zhou Zhenghong thought of an unbelievable possibility.

Zhou Zhenghong is a brainy, thoughtful boy who has a unique perspective on things.

Zhou Zhenghong came to the front of the corridor.

"Dad, I want to ask you some questions." Zhou Zhenghong stood at the door.

"What's the problem?!" Dad asked. Zhou Zhenghong replied.

He habitually reached out and touched his chest.

The familiar little sword still hung around his neck.

However, at the moment when Zhou Zhenghong's finger touched the little sword, the little sword suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a cluster of colorful light suddenly burst out in the place where the little sword was gone, and instantly shrouded Zhou Zhenghong's body, like a cocoon-like light, surrounded it.

"The Holy Sword recognizes the master!"

Outside the colorful light cocoon, the old man couldn't believe it, looking at the scene in front of him, the shock in his heart was no better than Zhou Zhenghong before.

"I didn't expect that I, Lin Tingzhi, were waiting so quickly for the arrival of the new owner of the Holy Sword! There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and Mo'er finally ushered in a glimmer of vitality! ”

The old man snorted excitedly, and there were faint wisps of tears in the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Zhenghong himself in the colorful light cocoon did not pay attention to this vision at all.

In front of him, countless broken photos flashed like movie lenses fast-forwarding, and at the same time, the memories that flooded into his heart flooded up with his consciousness.

The light cocoon did not last long, Zhou Zhenghong lay on the bed, his eyes staring at the tea leaves in front of him.

It was late afternoon, and it was already dark, but he still slept very soundly, as if he had been hooked by something.

"Get up!" He said.

"Nope! I don't want to sleep. He looked up.

"Why?" He replied.

In less than half a cup of tea, the colorful light gradually submerged into Zhou Zhenghong's body, and he gradually came back to his senses.

After Zhou Zhenghong's eyes regained his vision, the old man couldn't wait to ask: "Boy, but the holy sword recognizes the master?" ”

Zhou Zhenghong nodded.

Although he was convinced of this, Zhou Zhenghong still felt extremely shocked in his heart.

He knew it was just a dream......

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Zhou Zhenghong was sitting at home watching TV when suddenly, the phone rang.

"Hey! Is that you? Zhou Zhenghong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up the earpiece.

Yes! It's like a dream.

Just now in that colorful light cocoon, Zhou Zhenghong comprehended some of the relevant memories left by the previous generation of masters of the Holy Sword, and finally fully understood the cause and effect of the incident.

Originally, Zhou Zhenghong always felt that the little sword in his hand was not extraordinary, but he never imagined that the little sword in his hand was actually a legendary Holy Sword of Compassion, and it was actually recognized by the mainland as the first divine weapon in history!

No wonder Zhou Zhenghong's small sword is not only far from the size of the Mercy Holy Sword, but also completely different in appearance and style.

Although the True Compassion Sword Zhou Zhenghong did not appear, the imitation was anywhere, even on the street of Zitaicheng, there was also a huge statue of the Compassion Sword Saint holding a long sword, and when he grew up, Zhou Zhenghong did not know how many times he had seen it.

The statue is holding a long sword, but there is no "immortal", and there is no gossip pattern at all!

In such an environment, no one would connect the Holy Sword of Mercy with this small sword, no matter how rich their imagination was.

However, as far as Zhou Zhenghong is concerned, this unbelievable situation is the most rational.

For 10,000 years, the Holy Sword has not known how many strong people have fallen into the hands of many strong people, but there has never been a famous strong man who has been able to solve the mystery of the Holy Sword, and it has only been considered the master twice, fortunately the generation that was unknown at the beginning.

Zhou Zhenghong finally realized today that this holy sword actually has two types: big and small!

When it appears in the form of the Holy Sword of Mercy, it can suck the soul of the sword into the sword along with his physical body and imprison it, and when the sword is used on the battlefield, it becomes one of the deadliest weapons on the battlefield, and when it fights the enemy, it will incapacitate or even die.

So, it is a very dangerous existence.

It's terrifying, it's terrifying, it's powerful! However, in this form, the Holy Sword cannot be considered the master.

In fact, one of his own small swords is the true face of the holy sword, and in this form, the holy sword has a recognition of the master.

This is the "unintentional willow insertion" approach mentioned in "Dream of Red Mansions".

"Dream of Red Mansions" describes such an incident: Baoyu and Daiyu both like to eat watermelon, so they agreed that whoever finds the watermelon first will get a piece of sugar.

Moreover, the method of recognizing the Lord is extremely simple, which is the "Dripping Blood to Recognize the Lord" that Zhou Zhenghong initially speculated.

The only impure thing is the blood needed to "drop blood to confess the Lord", which is extraordinary.

After the holy sword absorbed the first drop of Zhou Zhenghong's blood, even if he first recognized the master, he had to really wake up the sword, and in the past few years, Zhou Zhenghong had "fed" the little sword countless times, so that the sword could be close to his critical point, until he was injured by the blue-faced young man and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the sword, in order to complete the conditions for waking up the sword.

It can be said that if it weren't for the gossip pattern on Xiaojian's body and the "immortal", if it weren't for Zhou Zhenghong's firm belief in Xiaojian's extraordinary, usually a person would not have so much blood flowing on that sword in his life.