Song Zhong wrapped his sword in linen and exited the room.

Closing the door, Song Zhong walked towards the mission hall.

In the mission hall, as soon as the old steward lay down, he heard Song Zhong's footsteps.

Song Zhong walked quickly to the old butler and took out a silver ingot.

The old steward's eyes widened, and Song Zhong actually only took out one or two pieces of silver.

You must know that although the armory in the mortuary hall has not been opened for a long time, the weapons inside are all fine products worth about ten taels of silver.

Where did Song Zhong find a sword for one or two silver?

Song Zhong is not short of money.

Song Zhong frequently landed on the Grade A task, rented a house in the inner courtyard, and his life became more and more nourishing.

Besides, as a swordsman, you must be looking for a sword that suits you.

It stands to reason that Song Zhong should pick the most expensive sword.

As a result, Song Zhong, which one made a fuss?

The old steward was puzzled.

Song Zhong saw the old steward's doubts and asked, "What's the matter? Isn't this sword sold?"

He raised the sword in his hand, and the whole sword was wrapped in linen, and he could not see the subtlety of the sword.

The old steward stroked his beard and said, "Can you open this sword and take a look?"

Song nodded and unwrapped the sackcloth wrapped around the sword.

As the full picture of the sword was revealed, there was a looming killing intent in the air.

The old steward rubbed his eyes, carefully examined the appearance of the sword, and finally gasped.

"You chose it!"

"Can't this sword work?"

"Yes, yes. ”

"That's fine, I'll put all the money and the key here. ”

The old butler nodded frequently, his eyes kept staring at the sword, and he did not move away for a long time.

Song Zhong seemed to understand something, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter? Could it be that this sword can be sold cheaper? Can an old friend like me get a six-percent discount?"

Old butler: "Get out!"

So, Song finally put away his sword, put the sword behind his back, turned his head and left.

Looking at Song Zhong's sturdy back, the old housekeeper faintly felt that something was wrong.

The old housekeeper shouted at the top of his voice: "Stinky boy, you don't even say hello and leave, do you know how to respect the old and love the young?"

In the distance, Song Zhong waved his hand, and the voice came.

"Hey, who is with whom are our two brothers, don't be polite to me. ”

The old butler smiled, this guy is really fucking shameless.

The old butler lay in his chair with a mixed expression on his face.

I don't know if Song Zhong's choice of that sword is a good thing or a bad thing.

The old butler seemed to see that the swordsman of the Holy Sect from years ago had returned.

Back then...

The fierce swordsman...

Shocking the whole world...

Holding a heavy heart, the old housekeeper's eyelids also became heavy, and he gradually fell asleep.

.........

.........

Song Zhong carried the sword on his back and walked quickly back to the courtyard he rented.

In the inner courtyard, in the courtyard, the fat man sat on the ground, with his back against the jujube tree, holding a chicken leg in each hand, and eating happily.

The door was suddenly pushed open by Song Zhong, and the fat man was startled, thinking that someone was going to grab chicken legs with him, but after finding out that it was Song Zhong, he calmed down.

"Hey, hey, brother, you're back, have you picked a good sword?" the fat man grinned, and the corners of his mouth were covered with grease.

Song Zhong pursed his lips and said, "You are embarrassed to eat chicken legs here, causing Lao Tzu to be beaten by the old man alone." ”

"Ahem, brother, your light skills can be improved appropriately, but to be honest, the old man didn't come to chase me..."

", it's clear that you left Lao Tzu and ran away. ”

"Hehe, next time I will definitely not run. ”

The fat man smiled innocently.

Song Zhong was helpless and said, "I'm dying of thirst, go and pour me a cup of tea." ”

"Good guy. ”

The fat man put down the chicken legs, went into the house with a fart, and came out with a pot of tea.

"Tell you to pour a cup of tea, why are you carrying a whole teapot out? Do you want to drown me?"

"Ahem, brother, how can this be. ”

.........

.........

Under the jujube tree, Song Zhong and the fat man looked at the sword in front of them.

The sword is four feet and two minutes long, one inch and five minutes wide, and weighs one pound and one tael.

This is a blood-red long sword, and the long sword unleashes its killing intent without concealment.

The killing intent is not strong, but it is terrifying.

I don't know how many people I have to kill to be able to leave this killing intent on the sword.

It's a pity that when Song finally found it, it was already rusty.

The blade was rusty, and the blade was no longer sharp.

Although it still has killing intent, it has lost its all-important sharpness.

"Brother, you're not kidding me, are you? Although this sword does look extraordinary, it is rusty. The fat man said, "It's troublesome to use this sword to cut watermelons." ”

Song Zhong shook his head and said, "This sword gives me a very different feeling. ”

"It's rusty..."

"It's really different. ”

"What's the difference, you just take a dagger, aren't they all stronger than it?"

"No, it's hard to express. ”

"But it's really embroidered. ”

Song Zhong's eyes were firmly fixed on the sword, and he seemed to see the brilliant picture of this sword killing countless enemies.

This sword should be stronger than many swords.

Song Zhong was extremely sure that this was a swordsman's intuition.

Swordsmen will show this inexplicable intuition when facing a powerful sword.

"Whew... Boom..."

Song Zhong carried the sword and repeatedly polished it on the whetstone.

He needs to polish the rust of the sword first, and then sharpen the sharpness of the sword.

"Brother, I think you're wasting your time like this, you might as well pick a freshly forged sword. The fat man persuaded.

Song Zhong said: "Get out, eat your chicken legs." ”

The fat man rolled his eyes and sat on a stone bench nibbling on a watermelon.

In the heat of summer, there is nothing more refreshing than eating watermelon.

So, in the yard.

The fat man nibbles on the watermelon, and the swordsman sharpens the sword.

"Tick tock. ”

A little watermelon juice fell to the ground.

"Tick tock. ”

A little of the swordsman's sweat fell to the ground.

The two looked at each other, but did not speak.

Especially the swordsman, the more the swordsman polishes the sword, the more he can feel the horror of the sword.

Moreover, the swordsman seems to gradually understand what the "sword intent" is.

The difference between sword qi and sword intent is only one word, but when it is displayed, it is two completely different effects.

The swordsman had personally experienced the assassination of Si Guoya, and the swordsmanship of that first-class swordsman could not resist at all.

The sword moves were all ordinary sword moves, but when they reached the hands of that first-class swordsman, they burst out with unusual power.

This is the power of "sword intent".

Ever since that night, the swordsman had been pondering what the sword intent was.

Today, when the sword is sharpened, the swordsman has a deeper understanding of the sword.

However, it may take some time to fully comprehend the sword intent.

This thing was often playing hide and seek with him, and the more anxious he was, the more unwilling Sword Intent would become.

He's waiting, waiting for the opportunity to ripen.

"Whew... Boom..."

After repeated polishing, the rust on the sword disappeared little by little, revealing the smooth blade.

I don't know how long it took, but the swordsman finally stopped.

Raise the sword and let the sun shine on it, this sword is cold feeling.

The swordsman looked at the sword with both eyes, and the body of the sword reflected his face.

With a slight swing of the sword, the sword qi surged, and slashed on the courtyard wall with a "boom", leaving a sword mark on the wall.

The fat man was dumbfounded, this sword seems to be not bad?

"Good sword, good sword. ”

The swordsman was amazed and overjoyed.