The sword aura is fierce and extremely sharp.

Although Chun Chi and Mo Lu have been staying in the warehouse since they were built, they have not been picked up by the sword cultivator, but because they have a spirit and the casting method is very mysterious, they are born with a trace of sword energy.

There is not much sword qi, but because of the accumulation of time, it is extremely pure, even much purer than the sword qi born in the body of ordinary sword cultivators, although Feng Cheng said that he will embark on the sword path in the future, but now he is still a mortal, plus the spring and late strange roads compete with each other, his face is slightly pale, and he can neither advance nor retreat for a while, so he can only stay in place.

The face turned pale, this is a sign that the sword qi has entered the body, if the time is longer, I am afraid that even standing is a luxury.

He's got to get it as soon as possible.

Feng Cheng subconsciously wanted to hold the wooden sword, but one was empty, and then he remembered that when he entered the warehouse, the wooden sword had already been placed outside, which was required by Nangong Tie, and the sword weapon had arrogance, even though it was a wooden sword, it was also a sword, and most swords between heaven and earth would not serve the same master.

Taking advantage of the situation, he patted his shirt, Feng Cheng took a deep breath, tentatively raised his hand, and leaned towards the spring chival placed on the shelf.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, before he could hold the hilt of the sword, his face turned even paler, and the right hand that stretched out was drenched in blood cut by the sword qi in an instant, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand, looking at the large and small wounds on his hand, Feng Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, shook his head, did not give up, and once again firmly stretched out his hand and held it towards the hilt of the sword of Chunchi.

Obviously, there was only a stretch of hand, but Feng Cheng felt that his life was like a year, and when he held the Spring Harvest, the sword qi suddenly weakened a lot, just when he felt happy and wanted to pull out the Spring Harvest, he felt that he wanted to fork.

Chun Chi poured out sword qi again, several times stronger than before, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword, how could he stand this kind of edge, he could only let go.

The hand hung down slightly, and with this movement, blood continued to drip on the ground.

This hand can no longer hold things.

Feng Cheng gasped violently, not planning to take the spring chi, and after resting for a while, he stretched out his hand to the strange road.

I hope you don't become a stranger.

Mo Lu didn't have a surging sword aura like Chun Chi, but for some reason, Feng Cheng's hand seemed to have a wall blocking the front, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get in.

After tossing for a while, Feng Cheng could only let go helplessly, looking at the two swords with helplessness, he thought a lot when he entered the warehouse, he thought about it easily, and thought about going through a lot of trouble, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.

This is a sword, it is clearly a child with a temper temper, who only does things according to his own preferences.

In fact, there is another way, if Feng Cheng has a trace of sword qi in his body, even if there is only a trace of it, things will be much better, with sword qi against sword qi, disobedient, it is okay to suppress it.

It's just that he didn't, and now he can only be helpless.

Feng Cheng pursed his lips and decided to try again, how can things in the world succeed once, even if there is, it can't be him Feng Cheng, he will have to try a few more times to know the result.

So, he stretched out his hand again to grasp Molu, but the wall did not reappear, and he grasped the hilt of the sword smoothly.

It's just that this time the result is better, but it's not too good, holding the hilt of the sword before it was shocked away, he now has wounds on both hands, and from time to time there is sword qi drilling in and out from inside, preventing the wound from healing.

His body trembled slightly, gritted his teeth, felt the blood dripping continuously, looking at the blood splattered on the ground, Feng Cheng was unsettled, he thought that as long as he held a sword at will, he didn't have too much luxury, but now this situation made him very puzzled, the two swords were unwilling to follow him, so wouldn't he come in vain this trip and suffer so many sins in vain?

He has very good qualifications, and thousands of years ago he was a scramble to grab it, let alone now, but now he can't even hold a sword, which can't help but make him a little lost.

He knew that the road of sword cultivation was difficult to walk, the road was full of thorns, and if he was not careful, he would die, but he hadn't walked up yet, it was so difficult, and he would have to do it in the future?

Feng Cheng retracted his thoughts, no longer looking at the two swords, but turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan not far away, revealing a wry smile.

He really tried his best, and there was only so much he could do.

Xu Baichuan saw all this, Feng Cheng could roughly guess what he thought, and then faced Feng Cheng's request for help, ignored it indifferently, and did not say anything.

Again, if you want to hold a sword, you can only rely on yourself, not others.

Feng Cheng smiled bitterly even more, sighed, looked at the shelf again, and already had an idea in his heart, since it can't be used strongly, then change the way.

Swords, but they are all arrogant, and they don't want to bury themselves in the dark treasury.

Feng Cheng stood on the side of the shelf and said very seriously: "My name is Feng Cheng, my qualifications are very good, I can be ranked in the top class today, Brother Xu said that it will be easy for me to practice swords, if you follow me, you will be very famous in the future." ”

When the words fell, the sword qi weakened a lot, and it seemed that he was touched by these words.

Chun Chi and Mo Lu vibrated slightly, as if they were communicating something, they should be discussing whether to follow Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng knew that his words had an effect, and he was overjoyed, and hit the railway while it was hot: "You stay in this warehouse and only the pearls will be dusty, the outside world is very exciting, mountains, rivers, trees, sun, moon, flowers and birds, all kinds of thousands of forms, do you not want to go out and have a look?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the tremor became even more intense, and even the shelf was swaying slightly, making Feng Cheng look very worried, for fear that the shelf would fall.

The shelf only shook for half a moment, and soon stopped, and after it stopped, a very inexplicable thing happened.

The spring was late out of the sheath, and the strange road took off, and the two swords actually left the shelf and began to fight, coming and going with each other, although no one held it in their hands, but it was like two swordsmanship masters.

The move is deadly, and the sword is cold.

Feng Cheng was a little stunned when he saw it, this seemed to be a little different from what he thought, why did he suddenly fight?

Before he could think about it, the two swords centered on him and began to fight each other, and there was a constant sound of gold and iron whining, and he felt very uncomfortable in the middle of it, so he could only take a few steps back, trying to dodge it.

But the matter is centered on him, starting from him, how can he easily stay out of the matter, he can only watch Chun Chi and Mo Lu fly up and down around him.

After taking a few swords inexplicably, Feng Cheng said helplessly: "Two, what can you sit down and say, why do you have to use knives and guns like this?"

As soon as these words were said, I didn't know what taboo I had committed, the momentum of the two swords was even worse, and they no longer fought hard, but turned their momentum and stabbed towards Feng Cheng.

Where has Feng Cheng ever been to this kind of scene, he was so frightened for a while that he couldn't help but be stunned, seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab in front of him, and at this time, a gentle voice came out, relieving this urgent need, and as this voice fell, the attack on the tip of the sword suddenly stopped, and it could only stop in the air.

"That's too much, two. ”

The corners of Xu Baichuan's mouth hooked up a smile, and he said loudly.

Feng Cheng saw that Xu Baichuan was finally willing to make a move, so he dropped the big stone in his heart, and with Xu Baichuan's ability, it should be easy to hold a handle for him.

Looking at the two swords that gave up struggling, Xu Baichuan chuckled and said: "You don't have the right temperament, and you will suffer if you barely follow it, so it's better to forget it like this." ”

Chun Chi let out a whistle to express his agreement, and then fell on the shelf.

Molu seemed to be a little entangled, but he didn't dwell on it for too long, and he also fell on the shelf.

The dust settled.

Feng Cheng pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at Xu Baichuan, and said bitterly: "Brother Xu, isn't my trip for nothing?"

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal, and quipped: "You, you had the opportunity to hold a handle before, but you just said the word "knife and gun", this is good, the opportunity to come was pushed out of the door by you." ”

Feng Cheng looked at Xu Baichuan in confusion, and wondered: "Why can't you say it?"

Xu Baichuan didn't answer, just let him think for himself.

The sword has been the opposite home since ancient times, and it is self-inflicted to say the knife in front of the sword, and to get this kind of end.

Feng Cheng sighed, "It's good now, I suffered a crime in vain, Brother Xu, let's go back." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and said meaningfully: "What are you doing in such a hurry, who said that there are only these two swords in this warehouse?"

Feng Cheng was stunned and said, "But, aren't there only these two handles?"

Xu Baichuan shook his head, this time he didn't sell it, but pointed to the shelf in the innermost corner of the warehouse, and said: "It's not only the sword weapon created by the secret method is applicable, even if it is a mundane long sword, there are also extraordinary places, since these two swords are unwilling to follow you, you might as well go over there to have a look, maybe there is something else to see, of course, if you can't find it again, then you can only return empty-handed, and then go on the road to find one later." ”

The shelf was in the deepest part, Feng Cheng nodded, and walked over there.

The swords on this shelf are different from the rest.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the long sword placed on this shelf is more or less scarred and covered with rust.

There's a name on the shelf, it's called Abandoned Sword.

On the shelf, called the abandoned sword, there are discarded swords.

Standing not far away, Nangong Tie looked at the different shelves and said with emotion: " There are many people who have listened to the stories of the rivers and lakes, yearning, thinking that the white-clothed sword and green shirt are fighting wine, and it is best to be a beauty in their arms, so they carried a sword and wanted to go out to the rivers and lakes, but how can the rivers and lakes be so easy to break through, the intrigues and tricks continue, even if the beauties who are happy day and night have to guard against that knife, those fledgling boys, most of them died on the way, and there was no place to bury them, even if they had to survive in the rivers and lakes, they couldn't help but be hurt, and when they returned to this place, they were full of sadness, and they regretted why they wanted to hold the sword, just thinking about getting it back, these swords have been wandering outside for half their lives, they shouldn't fall in some gutter, and they must have a place to stay. ”

Xu Baichuan looked inexplicable, "It's already difficult to hold the sword, no wonder they, it's just that these swords have been bitter, how can they live in peace after half a lifetime of bloody rain, if Feng Cheng can take one out, it can be regarded as adding some thoughts to them." ”

Nangong Tie nodded, looked at Feng Cheng, who had already begun to choose a long sword, and said again: "Those two swords are arrogant, like naughty children, not suitable for Feng Cheng, just choose one from the abandoned sword." ”

The two were talking here, and Feng Cheng was concentrating on choosing the sword.

When he saw these rusty long swords, what was born in his heart was not disgust, but he felt regretful, regretful that he was not ladylike when he met the master, and the swordsman held the sword as if he was holding his own life, how could he easily abandon it like this.

He felt that he should take one out.

There are twenty-three abandoned swords, each of which is placed in a separate compartment, so this shelf is extraordinarily large.

Therefore, Feng Cheng spent a lot of effort to finish reading the swords placed on this shelf.

At the same time, he also had a decision in his heart, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stood still in place.

He didn't know why he was doing it, but the thought popped into his head, and he did it.

Feng Cheng's face was quiet, and he didn't know when his face began to feel sad, as if he felt empathy for something, and he couldn't see it.

At the same time, the abandonment of the sword began to shake.

The noise was very loud, and the empty warehouse seemed to tell their own stories.

The sword whistled constantly.

Feng Cheng stretched out his right hand, which was still covered in blood, and raised it in the air, a little hesitant, but quickly made up his mind.

Then, he took a sword.

When he opened his eyes, the sword roared calmly, as if it had never made a sound, and An An was placed in the distance, with the exception of the one sword in his hand.

Wiping away the tears that flowed indiscriminately, Feng Cheng looked at the rusty long sword in his hand with satisfaction on his face.

He finally had a sword of his own.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned around, trotted all the way to Nangong Tie, and asked seriously, "Uncle Nangong, is there a grinding stone?"

This is a blacksmith shop, and there are all kinds of tools for striking iron, and naturally there are grinding stones.

Nangong Tie nodded and said yes.

Then he walked out of the storeroom, and when he returned, he had a grinding stone in his hand and a bucket of water.

Feng Cheng thanked him, and after taking it, he couldn't wait to start sharpening his sword, although the wound was mixed with clear water and it was very painful, he was still meticulous and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

The rust that covered it began to peel off, and the snow-white blade gradually revealed.

It didn't take long for the sword to regain its original form.

Rushing through it again with clear water, looking at the long sword shining with cold light, Feng Cheng couldn't put it down, and couldn't help swinging it, but he hadn't been touching the sword for a long time, and he didn't know a little swordsmanship, and this swing was just a joy.

When the long sword meets the good master, it is also happy.

Therefore, it looks like a tiger and a tiger, quite a look.

It's just that although the shelf is good, it still needs to be honed.

Feng Cheng stopped the sword, panting slightly, and couldn't stop stroking the sword body, his face was full of joy.

Xu Baichuan looked at Feng Cheng, and when his temperament had calmed down, he said: "There is no name on the hilt of this sword, I don't know if the former sword master didn't get up or what, but no matter what, now that it's in your hands, you should give it a name, if it becomes famous in the future, what can you do without a name?"

Feng Cheng was stunned, and then felt that it should be so, he had a name, and the sword in his hand should also have a name.

But what should I call it?

Feng Cheng was entangled.

He stroked the long sword in his hand, looked at the snow-white sword body, and was in a state of mind for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he seemed to have gained something and said.

"How about your name Jianghu?"

The long sword vibrated slightly, and it should be very satisfied with the name.

Coming from the rivers and lakes, naturally going to the rivers and lakes, from now on this sword will be called the rivers and lakes.

Feng Cheng was satisfied.