Zhao Qinglan hid behind Chen Jingwu, even if it was daylight, he felt that the surroundings were gloomy. Coupled with the fact that Chen Jingwu and Zhang An were both cautious, Zhao Qinglan was even more scared in her heart.

"Real person, I don't know where you're going, the villa is a little too big, do you need me to show you the way. The subordinate walked up to Chen Jingwu and bowed down and asked.

Chen Jingwu glanced at it and said, "It's just right, I've been bothering for many days, it's time to say goodbye to Mrs. Feng and leave." ”

"Madame has been waiting in the side hall for a long time, please come here. ”

The subordinate stretched out his hand and led the way.

In the side hall, Feng Jiayu was sipping tea carefully, and saw Chen Jingwu coming into the door, which was the way to get up.

"Real person, what's the matter?" Feng Jiayu said.

Chen Jingwu waved his hand, "Mrs. Feng, I'm waiting, I'm here to say goodbye." I have also been there before the spirit of Xinghuai, and it is inconvenient to stay longer. ”

Feng Jiayu couldn't see any expression on his face, "Is the real person leaving?" It's rare to come once, it's better to stay for a few more days." ”

Chen Jingwu turned around and walked out the door, "No need, there are still a lot of things to be busy in the academy." It will be a long time coming, and there will always be a chance to meet in the future. ”

"So... The real man walked slowly. A hint of hesitation flashed across Feng Jiayu's face.

As soon as Chen Jingwu stepped out of the door, Feng Jiayu said again: "Real people stay!"

"Madame, is there anything else?"

Feng Jiayu was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands, and said: "The real person came here to remember Xinghuai, but doesn't the real person still want the Wanlin Guixuan Sword, but this sword really can't be sent to you." ”

Chen Jingwu turned his head and smiled, "It's okay, since it was forged by a sword myself, how can I mess around." In the past few days, Mrs. Feng has been hospitable, and I have also figured it out, this is really not a gentleman's doing. In the past few days, there has been a lot of trouble. ”

Seeing that Chen Jingwu was about to leave again, Feng Jiayu hurriedly stepped forward to stop, "I said that day, in addition to this sword, you can pick any of the other swords in Sword Villa." If the real person is not in a hurry to leave, then go to the Shen Jian Pond in our village, and you can personally pick one to take advantage of, how about it?"

"Oh, it's hard to be gracious, so please lead the way, Madame. Chen Jingwu took a step back to the side.

Feng Jiayu led the way forward and walked to the back of the main hall, only to see that there was a bamboo forest path at this time, but he didn't know where it led.

"Mrs. Feng, this road, when I came here before, I had never seen it. Chen Jingwu was vigilant, but he didn't show it.

Feng Jiayu smiled, then walked forward, and said: "It's not a secret, when Xinghuai returned from a serious injury, he never forged a sword in Baijian Villa. After Xinghuai went, I built this sword pond, and all the sword villas were cast in the past, and all of them sank at the bottom of the pool. The sword-casting platform in the village also only left the last one by the sinking sword pool. ”

"The vicissitudes of the world have changed. Chen Jingwu sighed and followed Feng Jiayu to continue walking.

It took about half a stick of incense to walk before the group reached their destination.

At a glance, the Shenjian Pond occupies an area of one point, the pool is divided into two, there is a stone road in the middle, at the end of the stone road, there is a two-person high sword-casting platform, and there is a furnace burning on the side of the table.

"Mother, why did you bring them here?" On the sword-casting platform, Zou Yijian was naked, with muscles and lines. The cast iron work in his hand stopped, and he glared at Chen Jingwu and his party with bad intentions.

Feng Jiayu ignored Zou Yijian, turned sideways and said to Chen Jingwu: "Real person, these two pools are the Shen Sword Pool, and there are countless Shen Swords at the bottom of the pool, and there are no lack of magic weapons on the gods. You can go up and pick one for yourself. ”

Chen Jingwu nodded and said, "Qinglan, Xiaofeng, you all come over to take a look, see if you like it, if you like it, even if you choose, I believe that Mrs. Feng is also a generous person, and she won't care about sending a few more swords." ”

"Naturally, the real person is Xinghuai's best friend before his death, these two are your beloved disciples, which one you like, just take it. Feng Jiayu said with a smile, and said to Yuecang on the side: "Yuecang senior, you can also come forward to take a look, if you also have a favorite, just pick." ”

Yue Cang smiled and waved his hand, "I'm not very interested in this. The children are young, so they just pick and choose. ”

Seeing that everyone was ignoring him, Zou Yijian didn't pay attention to it anymore, and continued to beat the red-hot pig iron under his hand with a gloomy face.

Zhao Qinglan pulled Zhang An and ran to the edge of the Shen Sword Pool, looking at the bottom of the pool, the water in the pool was crystal clear, and the bottom of the pool was crooked with dense swords.

Zhang An stared at a sword and couldn't move. This sword is purple and black, the sword body is about three feet long, and there are three white lines on it, looking at the bottom of the pool from above, the white lines are like a dragon wrapped around the sword body. At the end of the hilt, the white jade is carved with a kuí head.

"This sword seems to be pretty good, can you take it out and take a look?" Zhang An pointed to the Shen Sword at the bottom of the pool and said to Feng Jiayu.

Hearing the sound, Feng Jiayu walked to Zhang An's side, and with the surge of true qi, the sword at the bottom of the pool rushed out of the pool, flew twice in the air, and fell into Feng Jiayu's hands.

Handing the sword to Zhang An, Feng Jiayu said: "This sword is called March Thunder, which is the so-called thunder in the first month of the year, thunder in February, and rice in March. This sword is made of meteorite outside the sky, it is the work of Xinghuai before his death, after the sword is completed, the village suddenly flashes and thunders, and the thunder is thousands of miles. Xinghuai originally wanted to give this sword to a real person, but before he could give it away, he died. ”

"That being the case, accepting it now is not in vain to fulfill Huai's intentions back then. Chen Jingwu answered, and then motioned for Zhang An to accept the sword.

Zhang An turned out to be March Thunder, although he had never practiced swordsmanship, he also wielded a few times.

When he stabbed the sword out and collected it, Zhang An suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his hand, and instinctively wanted to throw the sword out, but found that the hilt of the sword seemed to be stuck to his hand, no matter how he threw it, it was still held in Zhang An's hand.

"What's going on!" Seeing this, Chen Jingwu hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to snatch the sword from Zhang An's hand.

Feng Jiayu stopped him, "Real person, don't interfere, this sword..."

"Hmph, this sword is under the immortal product, do you think anyone can control it?!" Zou Yi didn't raise his sword head, and sneered: "As we all know, magic weapons that reach the divine grade will give birth to a soul of the weapon. If you want to master the March Thunder, you have to see if the soul recognizes the master, and you can't do it. ”

Zhang An held the sword in both hands, trying his best not to let March Thunder fly with him, but he heard a voice in his head:

"It's been three hundred years, three hundred years of sleep, and someone finally remembers me. Huh, mortal?".

Zhang An already felt that he was about to lose his grip, and hurriedly shouted: "What's wrong with mortals! Mortals can't use you? You are still made by mortals!"

"Hmph, Xiao'er is talking rampantly, then let me take a good look at what you are capable of!"