"What's the name?" Xingyun couldn't help but hesitate.

Naming one's favorite sword is a big deal for a swordsman, because each swordsman will not change his sword at will, and if a swordsman reaches the stage of sword gang, with the protection of sword gang, his sword is much less likely to be broken or destroyed. So at this time, most people will give their love sword a loud name, and at this time, the sword will be upgraded to a famous sword.

It is called a famous sword because at this time the cultivation method of the swordsman will change, in the past, when they practiced internal strength, they did a cycle in their own body, and after reaching the sword gang stage, they cultivated internal strength together with their love sword. In this way, after a long period of internal force training at the sword level, the quality of the sword itself is also strengthening, and because of the cultivation with the swordsman, the connection with the swordsman will be smoother, and the famous sword itself will become more sensitive, until the famous sword is refined into a divine sword, that is, the appearance of the sword soul, this sword soul is the common consciousness of the famous sword and the swordsman, and then walking the rivers and lakes, the name of the sword god sword is also the name of the swordsman.

"So what's the name?" Xingyun himself has not read any books, except for some words in the school on Qingcheng Mountain when he was very young, Xingyun has little time to read elegantly. "If you have that time, you might as well go to martial arts." This is Xingyun's original words, although Xingyun now regrets it a little: "How can it be so difficult to come up with a name?" ”

Xingyun turned around twice in the same place, and said to himself: "It's better to call it 'Sirong', in order to commemorate the cause of this incident, and also to express my feelings." ”

But just after taking two steps, Xingyun denied again: "No! It's too obvious to name it like this, and if the elders know it, they won't be able to eat and walk around. And more importantly, the sword is broken, how can it be called 'Sirong', doesn't that mean that I have no hope? Or will Si Rong ............ Phew, phew. Thinking of this, Xingyun hurriedly denied the possibility of naming his love sword 'Sirong'.

"So what should I call it?" Xingyun was completely out of idea at this time. Just when Xingyun didn't want to waste any more time on this and went to practice his sword again, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred.

"That's right, there are a lot of moves in the Breeze and Rain 16 styles that I just learned, and the names are very good, why don't you find one from them?" Xingyun felt that his idea was very feasible, "It just so happens that the first style of the rain character is called [Blowing Rain and Breaking Bridge], and there is a word 'broken' in it, so this sword is called 'Broken Bridge'." Xingyun excitedly waved the broken sword in his hand. So the name of the famous sword 'Broken Bridge' was born, and when the clouds were famous in the future, this 'Broken Bridge' sword was also famous.

After choosing a name for his love sword, Xingyun was very happy, and then began to practice seriously. "Be sure to familiarize yourself with the use of Jian Gang before tomorrow's big competition!" This is Xingyun's only thought right now.

At this time, in the Cangsong Pavilion of the Qingsong Pavilion, where the Huashan Sect was resting, Tang Han of the Tang Sect was listening to the report of his son Tang Xing.

"Xing'er, are you really sure?" Although Tang Han was asking a question, he had actually determined the accuracy of what Tang Xing said a long time ago. Whose son is known in his own heart, just like Zhao Buxian knows Zhao Jian's character, Tang Han also knows his son's character very well. Tang Xing has cherished words like gold since he was a child, but as long as he said it himself, there was no lie, otherwise he wouldn't open his mouth at all. The reason why Tang Han asked such a question was just a simple emotional tone word. Because according to Tang Xing's words, there was actually a young master in the Qingcheng faction who could send out a two-foot-long sword gang no more than twenty years old, which couldn't help but surprise Tang Han.

Just now, Tang Han was still talking to the people who came to Qingcheng with the Tang Sect this time: "In this martial arts, there is a twilight in the Qingcheng faction, and the age of the head of Qingcheng is the highest in the rivers and lakes, and the age of the 'young' master is also the highest in the Qingcheng faction, which is really interesting, very interesting." ”

At this time, Tang Han was very surprised to hear that there was such a young disciple hidden in the Qingcheng faction, but Tang Han was now more interested in watching the Qingcheng competition, firstly, he was curious, and secondly, the purpose of this time was to see the reality of the Qingcheng faction, and this 'accident' was definitely not too much.

As for what Tang Xing said that because he came to the rescue and made the Tang Sect have one more potential opponent, Tang Hanzhi didn't care very much. Because no one could have imagined in advance that such a sloppy little Taoist priest would be a young master, and this is none of Tang Xing's business.

However, Tang Han still wanted to take this opportunity to educate Tang Xing well, and nagged bitterly that it was a very bad behavior for Tang Xing to be upright in everything, and told Tang Xing that he would suffer from this sooner or later.

However, seeing Tang Xing's iron face that had not changed in the slightest, Tang Han was helpless, he knew that his son was very stubborn like his face, even if he was talking in his ear every day, it was useless, so he had no choice but to give up when he saw this.

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Time was passing as usual, it was already late at night, Xingyun returned to the house after practicing his sword, only to find that the light was shining through the windows of his house. When he entered the house, he found that his old master, Mu Wudao, had not gone to sleep yet, and was sitting at the table waiting for him.

Xingyun hurriedly stepped forward: "Master, why hasn't your old man gone to sleep yet?" These days, in order to prepare for Dabi, you are so busy, you should rest more, you are already very old, pay attention to your body. After speaking, he was afraid that the Muwu Dao people would reproach him for running to practice swords without permission, so he scratched his head embarrassedly and explained: "I just went to the back mountain to relax, but I didn't go to practice." ”

Mu Wu Daoren looked at his apprentice Xingyun's clumsy lies, just sighed and shook his head, and said, "Yun'er doesn't need to hide it, and he won't blame you as a teacher, but Yun'er, you should be busy practicing and haven't eaten, right?" As soon as the Muwudao people's words fell, Xingyun's stomach screamed as if it was answering the Muwudao people's questions.

The viewer was embarrassed, and the Mu Wu Dao people brought up the food box next to him, and after opening it, he put the food inside on the table, and there was a lot of meat in it, as well as hot soup, and when he saw the hot soup, he knew that the Mu Wu Dao people had more than one hot meal, in order to make his apprentice eat more comfortably. After Mu Wudao put the food on the table, he said to Xingyun: "Go and wipe your sweat, sit down and eat something, and take care of your body, so that you will have the energy to compete tomorrow." ”

Xingyun was moved by his master and didn't know what to say, looking at the old face of Mu Wudao, thinking that his master was so tired, he deliberately left such a good meal for himself, and waited for him to come back to eat, Xingyun couldn't help but kneel on his knees and choked up: "The apprentice must live up to the hopes of the master and win glory for the master." "Now that Xingyun knows his current martial arts advancement, he naturally has the confidence to win the competition, and winning glory for his own master who loves him is the limit of what Xingyun can do at present.

Mu Wudao walked over and helped Xingyun up, and smiled: "As long as my Yun'er and Jun'er live well, they will be satisfied with being a teacher." Remember, you don't need to wash the dishes and chopsticks after eating, just put them aside, go to bed early, wipe your body before going to bed, and go to the game cleanly tomorrow. ”

After speaking, Mu Wudao patted Xingyun's shoulder, smiled kindly, and turned to walk out of the house.