"It is indeed the first master other than the swordsmith, you heard it right." The old man smiled and took a sip of the tea in his cup.

"Why?" Lu Cheng looked at him with some amusement, and he only had a skeptical attitude towards this old guy with a strong scholarly demeanor. It's not that this old man surnamed Xu looks like a liar, but that what he says is a bit too fantastical.

The ninth-ranked famous sword in the history of psychic heroes, so far no sword master has been found, and the meaning of these words is as ridiculous in Lu Cheng's eyes as one of the top ten famous prostitutes in history, who has never served the second master until his death. Why don't the two of them have any friendship, and they have to obediently believe his words when they are pulled by him to ask for a cup of tea? With the most vicious thoughts, this old guy probably wanted to use this to raise the value of this sword, and then open his mouth to himself and ask for a reasonable price.

"I know you don't believe me, so please listen to me slowly." The old man put down the teacup, as if he had seen through what he was thinking, "Have you heard the story of "The Legend of the White Snake"? He asked.

"Yes." Lu Cheng nodded, "White Snake? Xu Xian? Lei Feng? Bridge? You're not telling me this story is true, are you? He couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, it's true." The old man laughed too, "I know you might find it ridiculous, but from a psychic's point of view, I know you can understand what I mean." This story is not out of the question. ”

Lu Cheng, who was immersed in this joke, changed his face, and the disrespect after a little indulgence before was all restrained in an instant.

Because he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

He was using his previous inertial scientific thinking to look at this world where psychic people and demons existed at the same time.

If the little fox and the old monster are both living fox demons, then during the Southern Song Dynasty thousands of years ago, why couldn't there be such a snake demon named Bai Suzhen, who had cultivated for thousands of years?

"What do you want to say?" Lu Cheng carefully picked up the tea on the table and approached him.

The old man smiled, not minding his previous words and deeds. "I would say that this sword is derived from this folklore. And its first owner happened to live in that story. ”

"Bai Suzhen?"

Lu Cheng remembered the white snake that appeared when the broken bridge was hidden, and his eyes rolled violently for a while.

He smiled wryly, and said in his heart that this joke was really too big. If the story of the White Snake really exists, it would be nothing, but the sword created by a demon clan has become a famous sword in the history of psychic, and it is definitely first-class news to get out! And now that he is fortunate to die, he has become the master of this famous sword produced by the demon clan, and it is because of this point that the bloodline of the demon god is indescribable, but now it is good, lying down and being shot has smeared a layer of black on his body!

The old man smiled, "It's Xu Xian." ”

"Xu Xian......" Lu Cheng laughed dryly, and said in his heart that this answer is not as good as Bai Suzhen, "Isn't he a medicine seller?" How can you still do such a technical job as sword casting? ”

"It's true, and if you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do." The old man sniffed the tea in the cup freely, "Now that I have given you a hint to start from the perspective of the two demon clans, can you reinterpret this story now?" ”

"I'll try," Lu Cheng smiled, "The White Snake of the Demon Clan fell in love with the mortal Xu Xian for some reason, and then married him in human form. But the demon race is a demon race after all, and it is inevitable that there will be differences with humans in terms of thinking mode and way of acting. This difference may not be obvious in a short period of contact, but if it is accompanied by day and night, that small error will be infinitely magnified. Finally, after revealing flaws many times, Xu Xian began to question the identity of the white snake, so he changed to the now famous Jinshan Temple host Fahai for help and relief. ”

"Very well, so can you tell me what the roles of each person in this story are?" The old man then asked.

"Bai Suzhen is a demon clan, Xu Xian is a human being, Fahai ...... Fahai? Lu Cheng said the answer that could come to mind without thinking, but suddenly found himself in a deep dead end.

What is Fahai?! He jammed the shell.

In the past, if I listened to this story as a myth and legend, I naturally wouldn't delve into the cause and effect, but now that I think about it carefully, if Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen are real, then how should Fahai be calculated?

Attained monks?

! A great monk who recites scriptures and meditates can subdue a thousand-year-old snake demon, and this can make all psychic people throughout the ages laugh off their big teeth!

"Psychic?" He asked tentatively. can shock the two green and white snakes into Leifeng Pagoda, the old monk who doesn't know love in this lyrics should at least be a top psychic, otherwise, it is a super demon who is more fierce than the thousand-year-old white snake!

"You guessed it." The old man smiled, "Not only a psychic, but also the Wheel King of the Tenth Hall among the Ten Hall Yama Monarchs." ”

Lu Cheng's brain "buzzed", and the old image of Donald wearing sunglasses involuntarily appeared in front of him.

The host of Jinshan Temple was the wheel king of the ten halls of Yan Jun at that time, and this wild history secret is really shocking how to listen to it.

"Hehe, the meaning of the wheel king is the one who holds the wheel in Buddhism and controls the cycle of life and death and transcends the past life. So it is not surprising that it appears in the image of a monk in the legend. The old man explained.

"The Wheel King of the Ten Palaces of Yan Jun made a move, subdued the Qingbai Two Snakes, and suppressed them under the Leifeng Tower, and then, what does this famous sword have to do with the broken bridge?"

"People, they always know how to cherish after they lose." The old man smiled, "Xu Xian is the same." It was only after the White Snake left him that he realized that in fact, if he truly loved each other, there was no difference between humans and demons. ”

"So in order to commemorate his irretrievable wife, he forged a famous sword and broken bridge with his longing for her, right?" Lu Cheng answered.

"Halfway through, he didn't forge a sword to express his feelings, but to push the tower to save people." The old man did not change his expression, and filled the cup again.

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe this weak scholar who opened a medical hall is a capable person, or maybe the power of faith is too strong. After persisting in a thought, this weak and pitiful mortal walked all over the green mountains, and actually found a way to break the seal of the Leifeng Tower. ”

"What?"

"That is to use the sword of the psychic to break the lock set by the psychic." The old man raised his head, and the sharp gaze under his cloudy eyes just met Lu Cheng's eyes, "He wants to make a sword, the strongest sword in the world, invincible, unbreakable." The materials are West Lake water, broken tears, pure gold and iron after dust and rust, and a blue brick after rain under Leifeng Tower. The fire is not extinguished, a sword, corresponding to the exhaustion of thirty years ago. ”

"He succeeded?"

"If it succeeds, the ending of this story in the future should be that the kind and righteous Xu Xian defeated the ruthless and loveless Fahai, and the White Lady was born, and the two lived happily together." The old man laughed.

"And what's the deal with this broken bridge?"

"He did forge a sword, but that sword was not a broken bridge, because as you can see, there is no other person in the past thousand years who has dominated this famous sword except you, but there is a natural fracture in the sword." The old man took a sip of new tea, "What Xu Xian has made is a complete sword. ”

"What happened next?" Lu Cheng couldn't stand the feeling that this old guy was hiding half and half leaking.

"Later, he rushed to Leifeng Pagoda with hope, but he slept at the bottom of the West Lake with endless despair." The old man sighed, "A remnant old man who is close to the end of his sixtieth birthday, after all, he can't stand the feeling of chasing all his life and ending up empty. ”

"Is it because the forged sword failed to break the seal of the Wheel King? Wrong way? ”

"The method is right, use the psychic man's sword to break the lock of the psychic man, this path is right. At the cost of breaking the sword, he did open the door to Lei Feng. The old man's gloomy gaze glanced at the night scene outside the window, and his desolate tone seemed to be full of thousand-year-old sorrow, "But what he saw was the corpse of the white snake." ”

……

After Lu Cheng took a low breath, he responded to this unexpected ending with a long silence.

The old man smiled bitterly and drank the tea in his cup.

The taste of this tea Lu Cheng has tried.

Bitter, bitter. It's like the rest of my life. So after tasting it, he didn't touch the red sandalwood tea cup in front of him again.

"That sword owes the last piece of raw material to the broken bridge you see now," the old man seemed to calm down, and continued, "That's the scale armor of the thousand-year-old white snake." At the moment when Xu Xian died, the broken remnant sword also completed the repair of the sword body by itself. With the sword of the White Snake Spirit, it is finally out of the ranks. So that year, Leifeng Pagoda fell, and the West Lake dried up. There is only a broken sword, mocking the ignorance and ignorance of the world with its own indomitability. ”

"Dry bones and old youth, white and red temples." Lu Cheng raised his cup, no different from the old man, and wiped out the suffering of the floating life, "What's the name of this tea?" He asked in a low voice, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Floating. How, interested? The old man smiled, "I still have a few catties of tea here, if you like it, you can take some back with you." ”

"No need, this kind of thing, just taste it a little. After all, there shouldn't be only bitterness in the floating life, but also happiness. Lu Cheng waved his hand.

"Don't forget it, it's just a 'bitter' thing, not something that can be avoided by refusal." The old man smiled.

"I've heard the story, but I still haven't figured out what it has to do with me being the first master of the Sword Broken Bridge."

"Because of Xu Xian's obsession, there is no psychic person in the eyes of this sword." The old man said indifferently, "Just like Xu Xian's hatred for Fahai, it is impossible for the Famous Sword Broken Bridge to accept any pure psychic bloodline. If it weren't for the fact that the nature had been decided from the day it was baked, this sword should have been a demon clan famous blade. Ridiculous, right? A famous sword in the history of psychics, it actually excludes all psychics. This is the fundamental reason why no one has been recognized by it for thousands of years. ”

"What do you mean?" Lu Cheng's expression turned cold.

"There are some things that I can't say clearly, you can only be said to be a sword master, it can only be said that it is a destiny of God. The setting of the sword itself is a great contradiction, its owner can only be produced in psychic, but it doesn't like psychics. From the very beginning, I didn't expect anyone to make it confess, but your presence caused this accident. Destiny dictates, manpower does nothing. ”

Lu Cheng smiled, and it was only at this point that he finally understood what this old man meant.

He can become the master of the broken bridge because of the demon god bloodline that has awakened on his body. In today's world, only he can meet the condition of "impure psychic", so this is atmospheric luck and destiny.

But if he thought about it, it was not difficult for him to read another meaning from this guy's words.

The old gentleman with tortoiseshell glasses never expected anyone to succeed in signing a contract with Broken Bridge in the first place, and he knew how unlikely it was to happen. In other words, today's sword trial is simply a scam to help the organizers earn fees. Unfortunately, their success in making them a profitable business turned into a loss. So will this old guy and the old monster who has been staring at the sofa chair over there so far let him go so easily?

"Understood," Lu Cheng nodded, a smile on his face, "Then ask the seniors to find out, come to me, what else is the matter?" ”