"Willing, willing to ......" The two of them looked excited, the story of the master of the kendo made the two teenagers who were determined to be swordsmen boiling, and they stared at Ning Ze eagerly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ning Ze nodded, straightened his body, Ning Yu and Ning Zhu saw that Ning Ze was so serious, they also sat upright, their faces tightened, and they looked expectant.

"I'm going to tell the story of a sword god whose name is Ximen Fuxue, who lives in Wanmei Villa on the snow-capped mountains, and likes to wear white clothes...... No one has ever seen him draw a sword, and everyone who has seen it has died, and it is said that he can only use one sword, and only one sword can be used to kill, and after a sword, either you die or I die...... He would burn incense and bathe before killing every time, and after killing, he would blow the blood off his sword, and everyone said that he blew snow instead of blood...... He is sincere to the sword and loyal to the sword, so he is invincible, and future generations respect him as the sword god......"

Ning Yu and Ning Zhu both closed their eyes, their hands each tightly grasped the sword in their hands, there seemed to be a murderous aura on their bodies, they were sometimes solemn, sometimes cold, sometimes smiling, they were understanding the piety of this sword god before killing, the determination in killing, the moment when swinging the sword made everything wither, the sadness and loneliness of blowing blood after killing, sincere to the sword, loyal to the sword......

Their faces were flushed, and their bodies trembled, "What a sword god, he is not a god, who dares to do it."

After a while, Ning Yu and Ning Zhu regained their calm and stood up, and bowed to Ning Ze who was sitting, Ning Ze did not shy away from it, and calmly endured it, Ning Ze knew that they were not worshipping him, but through his sword path peak myth, his sincere sword path, his killing sword way, his resolute sword path and his loneliness.

Now Ning Yu and Ning Zhu are compared with just now, just like a small tree before and after the rain, one is like dust, the other is vibrant, yes, they are like following the West Gate to blow snow, experiencing a peak scenery, although they are still under the mountain, but they know the path to climb, and know that there is such a beautiful scenery waiting for them above.

"Thank you, Seventh Brother, I will definitely become a supreme swordsman like Ximen Fuxue's predecessors," Ning Yu seemed to be shining all over his body, he was like a sword out of the sheath, full of sharpness.

"Thank you, Brother Seven, I will also become a peerless swordsman," Ning Zhu was not to be left behind.

"Who is your seventh brother?" Ning Yu frowned and glared at Ning Zhi.

"I recognize it now, what's wrong, it's not called you, what are you excited about," Ning pouted, very disgusted.

He looked at Ning Ze cautiously, "Seventh brother, you won't disagree, right?" Like a puppy, pitiful.

Ning Ze looked at his expectant and fearful eyes of rejection, so he nodded and recognized this almost ten-year-old pigtail.

When the little guy saw that Ning Ze agreed, he smiled so much that his eyes were gone.

Ning Yu wanted to be a brother in turn, and wanted Chaotian Pigtail to call him Starling, but Chaotian Pigtail refused to live or die, and the two guys fought together.

Ning Yu felt that he was very happy, the two gifts that Seventh Brother gave him were too precious, not just because of the gifts, the story of Seventh Brother is not just a story, it is the blessing of his brother to his younger brother, he hopes that his younger brother can climb to the peak of swordsmanship, with strong family affection, Ning Zhi is envious and jealous of himself, so he wants to recognize Ning Ze as his brother, but he doesn't recognize him, he is really a shrewd guy.

They discussed each other's weapons together, and when they saw Ning Ze's whip, they were all amazed, they didn't expect that this was actually made by Seventh Brother himself, Ning Yu's Returning Dust Sword Ning Ze had seen it, and he hadn't seen Ning Ze's sword carefully.

Ning Ze took it and felt that it was not light, this sword was dark all over, the sword body was broad and heavy, and the two sides were not bladed.

"Little brother, how heavy is your sword, what's your name?"

Ning Zhu blushed, and replied embarrassedly: "Three thousand catties, I call him a heavy sword," he saw that Ning Ze's whip was so gorgeous, and the name was so mysterious, and his heavy sword was an iron pimple.

"Heavy sword, it's a bit ordinary, how about Seventh Brother give your sword a name?"

Chaotian braid also came to the spirit, he now admires his newly recognized seventh brother very much, he also feels that there are more heavy swords, and tells others that others don't even want to write down the idea, which is really a heavy blow to a future great swordsman.

"Willing, willing, Seventh Brother, you want to give my baby a resounding name......" Chaotian Braided nodded again and again.

Ning Ze stroked and whispered softly, "The heavy sword has no edge, the great skill does not work, the heavy sword has no edge, the great skill does not work......"

Ning Zhu's eyes were shining, and his mouth was chattering: "The heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful..."

"Seventh brother, seventh brother, what's your name, it won't be called Bladeless Sword, right?" he was a little disappointed.

"It's called 'Humble Sword', what do you think?" Ning Ze looked at Ning Zhi with a smile.

Ning Zhu felt a little ordinary at first, but as he read it, this name was so heavy, that kind of loyalty, wasn't it his bladeless heavy sword, he found that this name was for his treasure, and other names were like dung, not worth mentioning.

Ning Yu also read along: "The heavy sword has no edge, the great skill is not working, the clumsy sword, the good name," he was a little lost, "Whip the gods", "Humble sword", "Returning to the dust sword", Ning Yu smiled bitterly, as if his sword name was the weakest.

Braided to the sky, facing his clumsy sword, talking non-stop.

Braided Ning Tian raised his face, moved to Ning Ze, and looked at Ning Ze with wet eyes, "Seventh brother, next month is my birthday, you also want to give me a gift, no, it's two, a pair of words, a swordsman story, the word is written this 'heavy sword without edge, big and skillful', I want to hang him in my room, hehe......" After speaking, he was still secretly happy.

Ning Yu now has the idea of beating people, this guy is too cunning, he only has one word, he opens his mouth to ask for eight words, the seventh brother has named his sword, and now he wants a story, and he is really a small ghost.

"Okay, Brother Qi agreed...... Ning Ze smiled heartily.