After saying this, Xu Zhengqian didn't pay attention to the whispers of those Kunlun disciples, then turned his head and burned incense and prayed next to the sword pool, ready to start the ceremony. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and all the disciples hurriedly calmed down, and began to chant silently with Master Xu.

The beginning of the ceremony is the same as that of West Kunlun, after all, the two factions are of the same origin. However, after worshipping the ancestors of heaven and earth, the disciples, under the leadership of Xu Zhengqian and Xu Zhangmen, began to learn to sing an ancient and simple ballad:

The majestic task begins from now on.

Take my life and make this oath:

Do not compete for glory, do not fulfill an inch of land.

Where the mind returns, there is no fear and no retreat.

The robe is concentric, and it is stationed in all directions.

How can it be said that there is no crown, and he is diligent.

How can it be said that there is no glory, but watch over the people?

Forge a sword, and the night is useless.

The flames are blazing, and the light is blazing.

Dawn is shining, and the morning is bright.

Bitter cold, thin and racious.

The strong army, like flames and light.

The chief cadre holds the sword and protects the people.

The Great Brigade of Kuang Wu Bang.

In my name, I should take this great responsibility.

Stand up now, never end.

............

The lyrics are short and ancient, like the rhythm of antiquity, and they sound lingering and exciting. However, next to Huang Chang, Wu Daniu, whose education level has always been difficult to improve, couldn't help but pat his friend lightly and asked in a low voice:

"Ah Chang, what are they singing?"

Huang Chang thought for a moment and responded in a low voice:

"This should be the Qishan Sword Oath, which seems to be the oath of a certain samurai group in ancient times...... That must be the predecessor of the Qishan Sword School. ”

"What do you mean? I don't understand?"

Wu Da Niu touched his head and said, Huang Chang thought for a moment, nodded and said:

"Roughly this is what it means: I take on the responsibility like a mountain from this day, and I make a vow until I die: I swear not to fight for honor and favor, and not to be a fief. I vow to do my duty and never back down. I am a sword in the dark, a guard on the border. I am the flame against the cold, the light at dawn, the trumpet to deter the enemy, the shield to protect the people. I dedicate my life and glory to this responsibility, and it is true today, every day. ”

Huang Chang's voice was not loud, but just after he translated this oath to Wu Da Niu according to his own ideas, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound from the surrounding sword array-the hundreds of psychic swords that were originally just standing quietly on the ground, and several of them began to beep and tremble.

Xu Zhengqian and many Kunlun disciples had just finished singing their vows, and immediately noticed such a vision, and suddenly a group of people looked at Huang Chang with a very incredible look:

“...... No way. ”

"Senior Brother Huang, how could it be you?"

Huang Chang was startled at first, not understanding what was happening, but then it suddenly dawned on him - he saw that not too far from the Sword Cultivation Pond, a sword with a strange style and overflowing with colorful fluorescence rose from the ground and flew straight in front of him.

"Wow, that's fine!"

Huang Chang suddenly burst into ecstasy--it turns out that he still has the luck of the protagonist! It's just because he had seen the oath of the night watchman in a certain famous book in his previous life was similar to this, and if he roughly modified it to deal with Wu Da Niu, he could actually attract a sword to recognize the master? In his previous life, the good luck of the protagonists of Xianxia novels could finally be enjoyed by himself...... Oh, wait, wait!

The flying sword circled around him, as if to find that he was not able to hold his strength, and that he was not a monk at all, and he actually flew back again!

The so-called great joy must be followed by great sorrow, Huang Chang feels that it is specially used to describe his current mood. There was once a psychic flying sword in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it...... Hell, the obstacle of vision, the damn induction, the pain of me!

- Huang Chang watched the flying sword come and go, and his mood also fluctuated. And the voices around are the same: from the shouts of surprise at the beginning, to the admiration full of envy and jealousy in the middle, to the final whispers of regret or schadenfreude.

Even the head of Qishan Xu was dumbfounded when he saw this scene, he already knew Huang Chang's situation and Changqingzi's intention to bring him over, but he shook his head helplessly at this time:

"This ...... Alas, Master Huang, you are really a lucky person, but unfortunately there is still a little chance after all......"

"Won't you...... Uncle Shi, can't you be accommodating? Can I take this sword with me first? Will I communicate slowly when I have mana in the future? ”

Huang Chang screamed, Xu Zhengqian smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"I'm sorry, but I have a rule in Qishan: people who don't have mana can never worship the sword of their predecessors - with your ability, you can't keep it at all, and if it attracts other monks to covet it, it will bring disaster to you. ”

"That'...... If the disciple passes the induction level in the future and has mana, can he come to the sword shrine to ask for it?"

Huang Chang still wanted to make some efforts, but Xu Zhengqian just smiled and shook his head:

"That's a matter for the future, whether you can succeed or not depends on what your chances are at that time - although these flying swords are slightly psychic, they don't have the wisdom after all, and they don't have any memory. ”

Huang Chang sighed in disappointment, at this time, a hand next to him was gently placed on his shoulder, but it was Changqingzi in charge.

"Ah Chang, the so-called chance is like this, if you miss it, you miss it. Don't force it, it will probably bring disaster. ”

"Yes, disciple understood. ”

Huang Chang said gloomily and retreated silently. And those Kunlun disciples around them were all excited-Huang Chang's almost success made them feel a lot of hope, didn't it seem that these psychic swords were not difficult to be impressed?

The group of disciples immediately became in a commotion, and then when it was their turn to perform, they each performed in front of the sword cultivation pool, some danced their swords and fists, and some made a wish...... In short, they all came up with strange schemes, trying to get the recognition of a certain spirit sword. However, it's a pity that the first few went up to make a fuss for a long time, and the surrounding sword forest was quiet and quiet, and there was no reaction at all.

Seeing that five of the seven people here have gone up, all of them have found nothing, and one is still performing hard in front of the sword pool, but it doesn't cause any movement. Master Xu sighed softly, turned his head to Changqingzi and said:

"It seems that there are still not many teachers and nephews who are destined. ”

Chang Qingzi didn't have the slightest look of disappointment on his face, he tilted his head in the direction of those Kunlun disciples, half in response, half in explanation to those disciples and said:

"There are very few people who can get the approval of the Spirit Sword, and even if it is a disciple of Qishan Sect, it is not easy to produce one or two in each batch. There are only seven of us this time, and it's not surprising that there isn't one. ”