In the medicine valley, in the grass house.

There are seven or eight tables and chairs, a pair of old and young.

The two stood at a table.

There was a long box on the table.

Although his eyesight was poor, when Jiang Yichen approached the cottage, he had already discovered the things on the table.

After all, there are only one side and two wooden tables.

On the round table are two large teacups, and the square table is a long box, which is particularly conspicuous.

It's just that as a visitor, Jiang Yichen didn't flip at will without the consent of the host's family.

At this time, after Yao Lao's eyes signaled, Jiang Yichen opened the lid of the long box.

There was a sword lying in the box.

Jiang Yichen was not surprised by this.

He squinted his eyes, unable to see the color of the sword in the box, only that it was dark.

The sword did not look unusual, and if it had not been wrapped in silk cloth and contained in a box, it would not have been easy to attract attention.

Those who are good at using swords will more or less be able to use swords.

Jiang Yichen is no exception.

At a cursory glance, Jiang Yichen couldn't make a conclusion about the quality of this sword.

But at this moment, he already had a rough evaluation of this sword in his heart.

——This sword is simple and restrained, lasting or hundreds of years, it should be a long sword.

Jiang Yichen was thinking like this, and he was already stroking his beard on the side.

"You have just landed the day before yesterday, and this sword will arrive the next day. Nangong casually mentioned his lips in the letter, to the effect that even the hidden sword of the Netherworld Sect fell into the hands of your kid, and no matter how well-forged the sword was, it would only be blinded to you, so it was better to give it to you with a practical handle. But how do I look at this sword and look a bit like an antique?"

The Nangong in the mouth of the old man is naturally Nangong Yan, one of the uncle's right-hand men.

Jiang Yichen didn't expect that Nangong Yan would give away a sword for thousands of miles, let alone imagine that Uncle Nangong, who seemed to be honest, would really be so sarcastic about himself? Or did Yao Lao deliberately add oil and vinegar when relaying?

After a short time together, he was about eight points sure that it was the latter.

However, the old man is an elder after all, and it is difficult for him to refute anything.

What's more, what he said is true, all of them are facts, since he went out of the island to practice, I really don't know how many swords have been broken by himself, uh, no, they have been destroyed! Although he is not an obsessive lover of swords, he is also distressed!

Thinking back to the sword that was damaged in his hand, Jiang Yichen's heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe, and his cheeks, which didn't see much flesh, twitched imperceptibly.

"Wow...... Hey!"

Suddenly, he heard a babbling and strange scream, Jiang Yichen hurriedly came back to his senses, and hurriedly flashed to stabilize Yao Lao's crumbling figure.

"No, it's fine. Yao Lao said that it was okay, his nose was clearly panting, and he said with a strange yin and yang aura, "I said that this Nangong has any misunderstanding of the word 'practical'?

Yao Lao complained about the distant person while holding up the sword taken out of the long box with both hands and throwing it into Jiang Yichen's arms.

Gradually, Jiang Yichen has begun to adapt to the naughty energy of Yao Lao, looking at his nose and nose, ignoring the "cynicism" of these older generations, and looking at the sword in his arms.

Uncle Nangong can take out the Tibetan sword in his hand, and he thinks it is a good sword.

This sword is not surprising, not eye-catching, the lines on the scabbard are different in thickness and have no beauty, at first glance it looks like a flat and long burning stick, and it is a burning stick that is burned into charcoal throughout the body, and the simplicity can be slightly touched.

With a scabbard, it is less than three feet long, and the sword body is short.

Such a sword did not seem to be heavier than the Ice Ridge Sword that Jiang Yichen condensed in his hand on the condensing terrace.

There is a bit of weight to start, about one-third of a big sword like the Hidden Sword.

This caused Yao Lao to make an error in his judgment, and he was caught off guard and almost flashed his old waist.

Jiang Yichen held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and the blade of the sword was quietly unsheathed.

He brought the sword closer to his eyes and looked at it for a while, then suddenly lowered the scabbard and walked towards the light by the grass hut window with the sword alone.

Seeing Jiang Yichen's frowns, Yao Lao didn't know why, so he slowly followed him.

"What? What else could be strange about this sword?"

Hearing the sound of questions behind him, Jiang Yichen realized that he had misunderstood the old man again, and explained: "Oh, it's too dark inside, I can't understand it." ”

Hearing this, Yao Lao was even more puzzled and asked, "Oh, what's so beautiful about a sword?"

Jiang Yichen couldn't figure out whether Yao Lao was ashamed to ask this question, or whether he was disdainful of things other than the medical Tao, so he asked.

After pondering for a long time, he asked, "I wonder if Uncle Nangong mentioned the name of this sword in the letter?"

Nangong Yan's letter and gift of sword arrived yesterday, the letter is the Lord, and he made a special trip to greet Yao Lao, and by the way, he mentioned the gift of the sword, so Yao Lao did not transfer the letter to Jiang Yichen, and the content of the letter naturally remembered a lot, so he said without thinking: "Yes, but the name of this sword doesn't seem to be very good, what is it called 'dumb'?"

Jiang Yichen repeated: "Dumb?"

Yao Lao confirmed: "Well, it's 'dumb'. ”

Dull and dumb.

Jiang Yichen caressed the body of the black sword.

The body of the sword has an extremely fine grid of lines, and the touch from the fingers is like a pimple.

It is precisely because of this pimple that between the swing of the sword body, the sound of breaking wind is extremely light, and it is not easy for those who do not have good hearing to notice.

Under the illumination of the light, the black sword did not reflect the slightest bit and shone back on Jiang Yichen's face.

So in the darkness of the night, who else but the bearer of the sword can tell where the sword is going?

Dull and dull.

Ignore and don't see.

Great for killing.

I have to say that the sword that Uncle Nangong picked for himself is really practical.

Jiang Yichen exclaimed: "Good sword!"

Yao Lao asked with a disdainful gaze: "That old boy in Nangong has naturally hidden a lot of good things over the years, the sword is a good sword, but it can be used for real?"

Jiang Yichen replied in a slightly self-deprecating but rather serious tone: "This sword is shorter and heavier than ordinary swords, short and dangerous, and stable in weight. I think Uncle Nangong just wants to use this sword to warn me, act steadily, once the sword is released, there will be a soul left under the sword!"

Xu was talking about life and death, Jiang Yichen could feel that the more relaxed and cheerful atmosphere in the grass house suddenly sank.

Yao Lao's mood was no longer as high-pitched as before.

"After the eyes are raised, I really want to kill people. ”

The old man's tone seemed a little tired, or indifferent to these fights and killings in the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Yichen was speechless for a while, not knowing how to speak.

"I know all those things, it's just ...... In the end, I still hope that there will be an end soon. ”

Listening to Yao Lao's words, Jiang Yichen seemed to know that there were countless gangs in the rivers and lakes, why he was friendly with the Daoyi Alliance.

The old and the young were silent, and there was silence in the grass.

Jiang Yichen didn't know what Yao Lao was thinking, he only knew that after his eyes healed, the most suitable thing for him to do was to kill someone.

In the past few days, he exchanged letters with the old man, not only exchanging views on the Hundred Flowers Conference and the Battle of Ning Terrace, but also discussing the recent affairs of the rivers and lakes.

As far as the Daoyi League is concerned, the most important thing in the near future, in addition to the Niu family's father and daughter going to Lingnan, is that in the near future, Luo Piaoling will return from Youjing South.

Luo Piaoling and Meng Chaoge's return journey will definitely be more dangerous than the southward journey of the Niu family's father and daughter.

It will take some time for Jiang Yichen's eyes to heal, so naturally he can't catch up with the errand of escorting the two pavilion masters of Tingyu Pavilion to return south.

But three days ago, the imperial court's "military restriction order" shook the rivers and lakes, and Jiang Yichen, who was in the rear, had a lot of room to do.

As long as Jiang Yichen can recover in time, with his current cultivation and the elusive identity of outsiders, to purge some poisons on the rivers and lakes can also escort them to a certain extent.