With the method of refining the gods and controlling the qi, he escaped into the too void Mo Chuan, but he can see clearly, the ghost shadow sword Han Mancang is old and long, but he is a mortal with the naked eye, but the iron sword in his hand is very good!

Under the mottled rust, the sword is hidden, and a bit of true spirit is nurtured in it, which can be described as an invisible elephant.

It's like a thing that has been refined for a long time.

But if it is said that it is a dead thing, it can take the initiative to seek the enemy, and the angle is tricky, just like a kendo master!

Shi Gong, who is also a dead thing, if he had this ability, he still needed to beg him at the beginning?

These details are the fundamental reason why Mo Chuan exchanged money for treasure.

At this time, Han Mancang, who was told the truth of the "Ghost Shadow Sword" by Mo Chuan, was shocked with a shocked expression, and a chill crawled all over his back.

"Immortal Chief...... How can you see that? ”

Han Mancang's tone was difficult, and without waiting for Mo Chuan to answer, he sighed again: "Immortal Chief, the fruit is like the dust of an immortal, and the eyes are like a torch!" Xiao Lao'er relied on this Tangxi sword, crisscrossing the five mountains, breaking through the prestige, and also met a lot of yellow-crowned Buddhas, never been seen through, but I didn't expect to break the golden body when Jiazi was on his birthday and was full of ambition in life......"

Mo Chuan didn't say a word, and listened to Han Mancang's emotion.

Han Mancang sighed as he lifted the Tangxi Sword and looked at it carefully from beginning to end—even though he was extremely familiar with every grain of rust and pattern on it.

His heart was moved.

At this point in life, I have long had nothing to ask for, except for the dragon chair above the temple and the priesthood of the Nine Clouds Palace.

Therefore, what Mo Chuan said can be said to be right in the middle.

But he still has concerns.

"Without this Tangxi Sword, there will be no Wuling Ghost Shadow Sword!" Han Mancang sighed.

He said this vaguely, but Mo Chuan understood.

This is not so much burdened by fame, but rather that Han Mancang's fame is built on this Tangxi sword after all.

If there is no sword, what is the solution for the enemy to find it?

"The old man is too worried, the method of the Dao Gate is far better than the martial arts of the mortal world, and the method of worshipping and fighting is supplemented by the five grain meals, and in a year and a half, you can get the peak of the physical body. After three or five years of hard work, it is not a problem to play against martial arts masters. What's more, there are still three tiger hairs left in the poor road, if you really encounter a master to surround and kill, with the power of the mountain king, it is easy to save people. ”

Mo Chuan was considerate and subtle.

This is also the fundamental reason why he listed the Three Jewels first.

Han Mancang became more and more moved when he heard this, and his thoughts turned back and forth, and he got up and said, "If you want to change the sword, Xiao Lao'er has another request." ”

Mo Chuan said: "Speak! ”

Han Mancang said with a straight face: "Please take my sword from the Immortal Chief!" ”

The sound fell, and the sword shot into the void, illuminating the evil trail.

A little cold, poking at the face.

Mo Chuan's figure did not move, but Han Mancang's face changed greatly.

The sword pierced out like a puddle of mud, and the air in front of him was as thick as slurry, making his ghostly name no longer exist!

Without waiting for him to make a move, the Tangxi Sword suddenly turned around, dragging his old body, slashing through an arc, and stabbing directly into Mo Chuan's armpit at a sharp angle.

However, no matter how the sword momentum turned, within three steps of Mo Chuan's body, it was always as sticky as an abyss.

Even if it is as fast as lightning, it has become a goose walking duck step, like an old man's crutch.

Han Mancang was not angry but happy when he saw this.

The reason why he suddenly drew his sword was to test Mo Chuanshui.

The rivers and lakes are deep, and the feet are cautious.

As a kendo giant who moves the five mountains, do you really think that you can mix it up if you can fight?

Therefore, even if Mo Chuan's process of displaying the Three Treasures seemed like a fairy method, he still reserved his doubts, and even drew his sword to try it.

Now that he was in good shape, he immediately put his sword into its sheath.

All this is redundant, but in fact it is just a snap of a finger.

The haze has not cleared, and the sword has been sheathed.

"Immortal Chang is no wonder that the little old man is obscure, it is really the depth of the rivers and lakes, and he has to guard against it, and he still hopes that the immortal Chang Haihan." Han Mancang apologized.

"It's okay!" Mo Chuan waved his hand.

"Little Lao'er doesn't understand, with immortal powers, it is easy to grab a sword, so why bother asking for a sword?" Han Mancang asked curiously.

"Cultivation should also cultivate the mind, live up to the three lights, live up to the people, do not deceive the gods, do not bully the poor, this is the way to cultivate the mind!"

"I've been taught, and I ask the immortal chief to take the sword!"

Han Mancang took a deep breath, picked up the Tangxi sword in both hands and bowed down.

Mo Chuan bowed his head and took it with both hands.

He didn't check the sword impatiently, but picked up the big sword and sat down, and calmly taught the Dao method.

The method of worship and fighting is dismantled from the Chen Dao of the Three Scenery Dao Method.

In other words, the three-scene method is the method of combining the two scenes and the method of worship.

Therefore, the difficulty of teaching the Dharma is greatly reduced.

However, even so, Han Mancang was old and frail after all, and it was very difficult to learn the Tao.

Mo Chuan taught all night, and Han Mancang barely got a trick.

But he hasn't bitten down on the crucial bite.

Mo Chuan had no intention of waiting, so he simply left two volumes of Taoist scriptures and said: "The key to cultivation, the poor Tao has been explained one by one, Taoist friends and carefully consider it, don't rush for quick success." Seven days later, Poor Dao came to visit Daoist friends again. ”

Han Mancang hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Let the Immortal Chief bother." ”

Mo Chuan bowed, and then took out a seven-star sword from the sacrificial furnace, and blew lightly on his lips.

With a bite of the [Spray] technique, the seven-star sword changed its form greatly and turned into the appearance of the Tangxi sword.

"This iron is given to Taoist friends, which is not only a souvenir, but also a plug in the eyes and ears of the rivers and lakes."

Mo Chuan sent the "Fan Tie Tangxi Sword".

"Immortal Chief is thoughtful."

Han Mancang stretched out his hand to take it, and sighed in his heart, he really met a master.

"Farewell!"

Mo Chuan hugged his sword and arched his hand, and was about to turn away.

"Hum—"

Unexpectedly, the Tangxi sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, the sword came out three inches, a sword flashed, Han Mancang suddenly covered his left eye, and with a "poof", he fell into the seat.

"Huh?"

Mo Chuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

——The Tangxi sword actually came out of its sheath on its own and injured the old master with the sword!

He had the heart to explain, but after thinking about it, he didn't speak.

Han Mancang, who was sitting on the chair, put down his palm with a complicated face in his panting, and raised his eyes to look at the Tangxi Sword in Mo Chuan's hand.

At this time, the pupil of his left eye was already unnaturally dilated, like a corpse's eyes, and it was already blind.

"I know you have a grudge! The name of the ghost is you, not me. In comparison, you are the master, and I am just a boy with a sword. I'm going to sell you, it's no different from a traitor, and I deserve to have my eyes gouged out! ”

"However, as the saying goes, swords are given to heroes, and red powder is given to beauties, and in my hands, you will finally succumb."

"Today's immortal chief is looking for a sword, which is not only my chance, but also your immortal fate, since this is the case, it is better to forget about each other in the rivers and lakes and go to their own future."

Han Mancang looked at Tangxi Sword and said with a hint of guilt on his face.

"Click!"

The Tangxi sword, which was three inches out of its sheath, suddenly fell into its sheath and fell silent.

Mo Chuan didn't say a word, arched his hand, and turned to leave.

"Please also ask the Immortal Chief to be kind to this sword!"

Han Mancang shouted loudly, and after speaking, he knelt on the ground with a "poof", and knocked four times in a row, like a drum.

I don't know if it's asking for Mo Chuan?

Still kneeling in Tangxi.

Looking up again, the red sun is beginning to dew, the sunlight is slightly sprinkled, and the courtyard with the morning light is already empty.

After a while, Hanjiazhuang, which had been silent all night, finally became noisy, and I don't know how many servants and swordsmen poured in in horror.

In the dilapidated dormitory, the Ghost Sword is holding an iron sword, intact.

One by one, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The vendetta of the rivers and lakes, they are no longer surprised.

(End of chapter)