Outside Jinling City, listen to the rain and build a small building.

The small building is built by the mountain and the water, the scenery is quiet, the back is against the bamboo forest, whenever the wind comes, the bamboo leaves are dragged up, the rain and dew accumulated on the bamboo leaves in the early morning shake down, drip down to the cobblestone road between the bamboo forests, lightly vibrate the slight rain sound, the small building is like placing the rain, so the name listens to the rain.

But what really makes this small building "famous" in Jinling is not its quiet and natural environment, but that this small building is a Tibetan Sword Pavilion. From the nameless iron sword made by an unknown clumsy blacksmith shop, to the scrap iron pot that was repaired and beaten into the shape of a sword by a woman who violently beat up a naughty child in the house. In short, as long as the appearance can be slightly rubbed with the sword, it will be treasured in the small building of the small building.

If someone is puzzled by this, and it reaches the ears of the owner of the small building, it will be the turn of the owner of the small building to be puzzled. He wondered why these ignorant people would come up with such a stupid "incomprehension." In his eyes, every "sword" has the need to be treasured, even if it is a terrible sword, it is still a treasure in his eyes.

However, in the flock, there will always be cranes standing in the flock.

Inside the small building, a young man of about sixteen years old stood with his head held high among thousands of scrap iron and rotten swords, and his face solemnly scanned the rusty and scarred "swords" hanging in the air, as if he was looking for something.

After searching for the sword unsuccessfully, the young man couldn't help but shake his head and muttered, "I can't feel the sword qi." After all, the owner of this hidden sword is too bad at keeping a sword, right? He actually suspended the sword in the air, and if the hanging wire broke and smashed down, stabbing someone to death in the middle, who should he talk to for comment? ”

As soon as the words fell, a tendon thread seemed to respond to the young man's mouth, and with a "bang", a broken sword that was twisted to the shape of a sword smashed down, and the tip of the sword pierced into the tip of the young man's shoe impartially.

The young man was immediately frightened and sent chills down his spine: "What the hell is this!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside that were out of tune. When the young man heard this, he said anxiously: "Today's fifteenth, isn't it the day when Xueyue Tower's Shouyan 'Yunxin' sings?

Outside the small building door, a well-dressed middle-aged man held the special wine of Xueyue Lou in his hand, and after stumbling a few steps, he raised the wine to the full moon and said inarticulately: "Miss Su, I went to see you in the building today, why did you cry and get off the stage in the middle of singing?" Don't go, don't go, don't go......"

The young man leaned on the beam, faintly smelling the slightest smell of wine from the smell of rusty iron, and couldn't help but open the dense group of swords and look down.

"Good sword, good sword! You slut, Lao Tzu has paid, why don't you say you won't sing if you don't sing......"

A bright light suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire small building. The young man saw the master of Xiaozhu swimming and drinking among the rotten swords below, his steps were chaotic, and his large movements were extremely exaggerated in his fat body. It seems that he has drunk a lot of white, and he is drunk.

The tip of the young man's nose sniffed lightly again, and after smelling the slight fragrance of plums, there was a straight sour feeling in his throat: "It is actually the famous wine of Xueyue Building, around the plum room." To be able to drink this wine and get drunk is really a great thing in the world!"

The owner of the small building below suddenly stopped his sibling dance and exclaimed, "Who!

The young man's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but talk too much, and hurriedly held his breath.

I saw the rat eyes of the owner of Xiaozhu slip around, and after glancing around, he stopped his gaze on the west side, threw the empty cup in his hand casually, and staggered to the place where he could see. The boy followed and looked over.

In the westernmost corner, there was an ordinary sword butt, and on top of it was an inconspicuous scabbard. Beyond that, there's nothing.

The young man turned his eyes to look at the master of Xiaozhu, and wondered in his heart: "Isn't this just an inferior giant sword scabbard with no hidden sword, but why are this guy's eyes like they are shining." ”

The boy had to look away again.

Although the owner of the small building said that his steps were staggering, it seemed that he would fall at any time. But on the way to the sword butt in the western corner, he did not deviate a bit. Even if there were rotten swords displayed on the ground on the road ahead, he didn't miss it.

He finally walked to the front of the sword holder, and after taking a deep breath, he picked up the incomparably large scabbard, and groped around the sheath for a while, and found a narrow sword.

This sword exudes a pale glow, like the white of autumn and the bright cold moon. When the young man saw the sword, his eyes suddenly felt hot, just like the gentleman in the Xueyue Tower this night looked at the first Yan of the Xueyue on the stage.

He could tell at a glance that it was He Jian. This sword is also the purpose of his here.

The twenty-third sword on the sword spectrum - Revealed.

The sword is as thin as a cicada's wings, the whole body is clear, and there are several flowers carved on the sword body. With a swing of this sword, the sword qi poured down like gurgling soft dew, and it was three inches long.

"Beauty, are you thinking of me!" Master Xiaozhu rubbed his fat face on the sword, and smirked: "Reveal beauty, I'll spend ...... with you tonight"

The young man's eyes did not leave the sword an inch, and his eyes were full of arrogance: "Since you want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, then I will reluctantly accept it!"

With that, it flickered down as a faint phantom, and then quietly appeared on the floor. The owner of Xiaozhu was still having fun with the sword and didn't notice it. The young man looked at his back, smiled, took out a few silver needles from his waist, and shook his hand slightly, and those silver needles had fallen on the shoulders of the owner of Xiaozhu.

The master of Xiaozhu snorted a few times, let go of his hand, and his fat body fell to the ground. This pressure bent a few rusty blunt swords, protruding a few sharps. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it hurt him. After this pain, he woke up most of the time, and said angrily: "Who are you!?

The young man snorted disdainfully: "As for the broken sword you have here, I'm afraid that only the little kid who acts as a hero on Jinling Street all day long will want it!"

The master of Xiaozhu tugged at the round cavity, and after making a "bah" sound, he scolded: "You fart! The sword I hid, which one is not rare and which one is not precious? Listening to your voice, I must not be very old, how can a little hairy child who has not dried up understand this reason? Hurry up and untie it for Lao Tzu!"

The boy rolled his eyes and stopped arguing. Instead, he walked straight to the side of the owner of Xiaozhu and lightly picked up the sword that fell to the ground, carefully examined the sword body, and praised: "What a good sword!"

"It's just...... It's going to be removed from the famous sword spectrum. ”

Master Xiaozhu's body was shocked, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, what are you talking about...... Don't you know the inside information of the Jianghu assessment of famous swords!?"

Knowing that the owner of Xiaozhu was buried deep in the ground, and he couldn't see anything else in front of him except the floor, the young man still shook his head and said, "I mean, it's going to cease to exist." Other words...... It's going to be broken by me!"

Although the boy's tone was full of regret, the words were like beads, and they were loud.