It is rumored that there are one hundred and eighty-two famous swords and good swords in the Guanjian Tower, before seeing the Guanjian Tower, everyone may subconsciously think that the Guanjian Tower must be very majestic, otherwise how can it hold so many swords.

In fact, it is not, the Guanjian Tower is very small, so small that there are only three floors, and the two floors below are all full of swords, which are piles.

These famous swords that can be called famous, and can even set off a bloody storm in the Datang River and Lake, are so casual, and one handle is abandoned in all corners of the Sword Tower.

Of course, this is still not enough, after all, Pei Hongluan and Old Man Pei Min live here, so some lucky swords can be hung on the wall, but they are only hung on the wall.

As soon as he entered the building, Guo Xiaojiu was dumbfounded, and in his eyes, except for the wooden table and four bamboo chairs, the rest were all swords, all kinds of swords, some were very long, some were very short, some were very old, some seemed to have just been polished, some were full of anger, and some were quiet and peaceful,......

It's all swords.

"How is it, aren't you surprised?" Pei Hongluan turned his head and asked with an eyebrow.

"I'm really surprised, these swords are the legendary ones?" Guo Xiaojiu held his hand on the scabbard, and the saber at his waist trembled lightly under such a strong sword might.

"Hmm!" the playful Pei Hongluan nodded and explained: "As the outside world said, these swords are all swords left by the heroes of the rivers and lakes who were defeated under the master's hands, there were originally one hundred and eighty-two, and now there are one hundred and seventy-three left. ”

"Oh, why?" Guo Xiaojiu scratched his head, secretly guessing in his heart, even if Uncle Shi took one, Pei Hongluan took one, and Luoyang Wangfu took one, that one is now Zhou Ziheng's sword, it shouldn't be so bad.

"Well, it was borrowed by a scholar surnamed Du. Pei Hongluan said with some displeasure, as if he remembered the middle-aged scholar who had entered the building to borrow a sword, but was full of nonsense.

"Du Shusheng?" Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, there are only a few people who can borrow swords from Shi Shuzu, but the one who is the best friend of him is the world-famous Du Shusheng during the period of the empress.

Guo Xiaojiu was in Penglai before, and he was naturally very clear about the legendary characters of the Tang Dynasty and their stories, among which he admired the most was of course the first person in Confucianism and Taoism, Confucianism was free. However, his favorite is Du Shusheng.

While talking, the two of them had already gone up to the second floor, still swords, all kinds of swords, but the swords on the second floor seemed to be much less, and they were more dazzling than those downstairs.

Even so, these swords still can't avoid the fate of being forgotten in the corner, hanging haphazardly on the wall.

"This sword is called Shanque, and that sword is called Shutu, which are the two best in the current building, of course, not counting the two swords of me and Master. Pei Hongluan first pointed to a big sword that was stuck diagonally on the bamboo wall, and then pointed to a small sword on the side of the big sword.

The two swords that were named, Guo Xiaojiu stepped forward to observe them carefully, and was inadvertibly attracted by the sword intent, stretched out his hand and gently helped the mountain, and the sword sound was like a long mountain song, stopping in his ears.

"It's a sword that doesn't fit in the handle. Guo Xiaojiu shook his head, sneering at this mountain, which can be regarded as the most eye-catching in appearance.

Of course, this sword is certainly not as unsightly as he says.

In addition, the sword called Shutu, Guo Xiaojiu only glanced at it a few times, and then turned to look at Pei Hongluan.

"Heh, Xiao Jiu, I'm afraid you didn't see the power of this sword, it was this mountain back then, so that the master was injured a little, and it was a reluctant victory. Pei Hongluan explained with a smile.

Guo Xiaojiu, who had withdrawn his gaze, was just about to say something to the little aunt, when he noticed that in the most unobtrusive corner, there was a breathless sword lying in the most unobtrusive corner.

Each sword in this sword tower has its own breath, but this one, lifeless, is like an ordinary iron sword.

Of course, it may be that many of the swords in the Guanjian Tower were originally ordinary iron swords, but they more or less formed a connection with the previous owner, and gradually had their own sword intent, and they were no longer ordinary swords.

"This sword?" Guo Xiaojiu stretched out his hand, his eyes were also locked on the sword, and he asked with some doubts.

"This sword is called the Great Dao, and it stands to reason that it should be an ordinary sword, I don't know why the master put it here. Pei Hongluan frowned and explained to Guo Xiaojiu.

"The avenue is divided into yin and yang, and the same stream is not dirty!" came the voice of the old man Pei Min from the corner of the upstairs, and immediately, he was already standing in the corner.

With a move of his hand, the avenue had already flown into Pei Min's hand, he took the hilt of the sword, and the dusty sword grid was also revealed, and on the sword grid, there was a half-round and bulging yin and yang fish.

"Is it the sword of the Daomen?" Seeing the original face of this sword, Guo Xiaojiu was slightly stunned.

"Yes, this sword is called the Great Dao, it is the sword of the Zhiyang, it is the sword of the archmage of the Daomen back then, and there is also a sword of the Zhiyin, which happens to be called Xiaodao, you should have seen it. ”

Hearing the Daomen Grand Master back then, Guo Xiaojiu was slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but think of the Ning Fairy who might have returned to Qingcheng Mountain, her sword should be the sword of the Yin.

"This is what the guy surnamed Du used to borrow a sword and mortgage it on me back then, I originally thought it was a loss, but then I thought about it carefully, but it was actually not a loss. Pei Min put the avenue back in its place, turned around, and walked towards the top of the building.

Pei Hongluan pouted, waved his hand at Guo Xiaojiu, and motioned to follow.

After passing through the corner of the stairs and going up more than a dozen steps, you will see the third floor of the Guanjian Tower.

The third floor is empty, and on each side of the staircase, there is a small room. In addition, in front of the wall facing the staircase, a long sword was enshrined.

This sword is not as dazzling as the mountain, and there is occasionally a hint of crimson in the sword body, and it is fleeting, this sword is indeed not eye-catching, but it is extremely elegant.

Seeing this sword, Guo Xiaojiu couldn't help but reach out and touch the empty scabbard behind him, which had been wrapped in old cloth.

He had removed the scabbard and gently opened the wrapped old cloth, revealing a tan scabbard.

The scabbard is very ancient and dignified, and when he saw the sword, Guo Xiaojiu knew that the sword that the master asked him to borrow was this one, because he was carrying the scabbard of the sword.

"Huh?" Pei Min, who was originally facing away from him, turned his head suddenly, saw the scabbard held in Guo Xiaojiu's hand, and showed a hint of displeasure on his face: "Why are you like your master, you don't know how to be polite, and you always think about my baby." ”

"Poof" Pei Hongluan, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but be amused by this sentence.

Guo Xiaojiu was stunned, blinking his eyes, looking at the sword, then at the scabbard in his hand, and then at the old man's expression, not knowing what to do.

After relieving his mind, Guo Xiaojiu gritted his teeth, and finally asked tentatively: "Uncle Shi, Master said, let me borrow you a sword that this scabbard can hold." ”

"You can pick any sword in my building, but this one, don't borrow it!" Sure enough, Pei Min had already turned his head and replied cleanly.

"Uh, Uncle Shi, it's hard to disobey the master's fate, you see that you are a little more generous, how about lending me this sword?" Guo Xiaojiu lowered his head and quietly looked at the expression on Pei Min's face from the corner of his eye.

"Go out, it's useless to mess around with me, say you don't borrow anything, say you don't borrow anything. Old man Pei Min said, he had already waved his sleeves, and a strong wind came out of the cuffs and rushed towards Guo Xiaojiu's front door.

"Ouch!" Guo Xiaojiu, who was blown by the strong wind and had no defense, stumbled under his feet, followed the stairs, and rolled to the corner.

"Uncle Shi, if you have something to say, you can't beat people!" Guo Xiaojiu got up, rubbed his ass in pain, and hurriedly said.

"Hmph!" Pei Min stood at the entrance of the third floor, his beard trembled with anger, and his hands were already behind his back: "Then let's talk about it!"