Ren Fu said: "Brother Yun, you deliberately threw that sachet in front of him just now." Yiyun said: "Brother Ren Fu, it's still your sharp eyes, you can see it at a glance." Ren Fu said: "Brother Yun has a holiday, but how do you know that he has such a tragic life experience? Could it be that you have a clairvoyant eye?" Zhang Lingxiu burst out laughing and said with a smile: "He ...... Haha, there are clairvoyant eyes, haha. Yiyun glanced at Zhang Lingxiu, and said angrily: "Your husband can't pretend outside? He turned to Ren Fu and said, "Brother Ren Fu, I just saw a look in his eyes. Ren Fu said: "What look?" Yiyun said: "I can't tell you this kind of look, anyway, it's the same as when I was a child, it's really similar." Zhang Lingxiu said: "Yes, Brother Yun, he is a good person." Yiyun said: "Don't ask me who I am, please call me Lei Feng." Ren Fu and Zhang Lingxiu looked at Yiyun at the same time, and said in unison: "Who is Lei Feng?" Yiyun's face turned red embarrassedly, coughed dryly, and said, "Ahem...... This, this, Lei Feng, is a very good person in my hometown, he has no money and is poor and generous, he has helped a lot of people, done a lot of good things, but never left a name, but unfortunately died young, died in his twenties, and then our people there are usually called good things and people who do not leave a name are called living Lei Feng. Zhang Lingxiu covered her mouth and smiled: "But Brother Yun, you showed your life just now." Yiyun said: "This, our sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are not informal." It was skillfully resolved by him, and the three of them laughed in unison. Yiyun looked up and saw that it was getting late outside, so he didn't feel tired, yawned, and said, "Brother Ren Fu, it's not early, I have to get up early tomorrow to see the Sword Conference." Rest early. Ren Fu said: "What Brother Yun said is reasonable, let's rest." After saying that, they all went back to their rooms to rest. The night was uneventful.

By the time the warm sun shone on the vast land, it was already the next morning. This is a wide open space, there are about one or two hundred people standing in the open space, and in the middle of the field stands a large stone pillar, and under the stone pillar stands an old monk, wearing a purple robe, with many and regular small gold dots on it. He has a lot of wrinkles on his face, and his eyebrows and chest-length beard are snow-white. The temples bulged high, and at a glance, you could know that this old monk's internal strength was deep and his skills were good.

At this time, a voice suddenly shouted out from the crowd, and the voice shouted: "Let's see if Shangguan Jun's can be rated as one of the ten famous swords." I saw a middle-aged man flying out of the crowd, he was very thin, but he gave people a feeling that he was definitely not the kind of thin that would fall down as soon as the wind blew, and he looked capable. Everyone said: "This Shangguan Jun has a good knife, I heard that he can blow short hair and sharpen iron like clay." That Shangguan Jun said to the old monk: "The name of this treasure knife in my hand is Feihu." It is three feet nine inches long, and it is a piece of dark iron salvaged from the depths of the North Sea, with seventeen catties, eight taels and four coins, and short hair. Sharpen iron like clay. After speaking, he swept his eyes and saw a large axe of pure steel in his hand, and he quickly skimmed to the person's side. The man didn't realize it, he used his hand lightly, and the big pure steel axe in the man's hand had been lifted high in the air. Shangguan Jun shouted, "Bah" slashed straight at the axe, only to hear a very small sound, "ding" as small as a mosquito, the pure steel axe has been turned into two sections.

The crowd cheered and shouted. This Shangguan Jun pulled out another hair on his head and blew lightly on the edge of the Flying Tiger Knife, and the hair slowly floated on the edge of the Flying Tiger Knife, only to see that the hair had just touched the edge of the knife and quietly turned into two halves. The crowd cheered again. That Shangguan Jun carefully put away his Flying Tiger Treasure Knife, turned around, and looked at the old monk with expectant and enthusiastic eyes. When the old monk saw this Shangguan Jun like this, his eyes that had been squinted tightened even more, but he didn't say a word. When Shangguan Jun saw this old monk like this, he let out a long sigh, and his frustration and helplessness could be heard from his sigh.

When he turned his back to the old monk, the old monk opened his mouth to speak, and said: "The knife is a good knife, but unfortunately the knife skills of the person who uses the knife are not good, so he can't be rated as one of the top ten famous knives." That Shangguan Jun disappeared into the sea of people without looking back. As soon as Shangguan Jun left with his front foot, he heard someone shouting with his back foot: "Qin Dazhong come and give it a try." He shouted to the back, "Bring my knife quickly!" but saw three men coming out from behind, carrying a big knife, swaying in front of Qin Dazhong. Qin Dazhong said: "Useless things, a knife is so difficult to carry three of them." After speaking, he took the knife from the three and easily held it in his hand, and the three of them were all swaying, and he actually picked it up very lightly, which showed that his strength was not annoying.

Qin Dazhong said to the old monk: "Abbot, this knife has no name, it weighs one hundred and thirty-two pounds, it is the best iron master in our town, Chen Xiaoer worked hard for three days and three nights to build, as far as I know, in the entire rivers and lakes now, except for me, no second person can use it, this knife has been with me for five years, he has killed I don't know how many heroes and heroes along the way, I have now named him, called Remnant Yang." ”

The old monk's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh? That Qin Dazhong hurriedly handed the remnant sun knife in his hand to the old monk. The old monk took the remnant sun knife with his hand, and at first he felt that it was quite heavy to start, but after a while, he got used to it. There were some smiles in his eyes, but this smile stopped for a long time, his eyebrows had condensed into a small Sichuan character, he came over for a while, his thumb and middle finger buckled together, and he flicked it lightly on the back of the knife, only to see that the knife, "rattle" broke into two sections. The old monk said: "This knife is against the master, unknown, and it is best to destroy it." That Qin Dazhong wailed loudly: "My knife, fainted." Everyone thought he was heartbroken and fainted, but in fact, his knife was destroyed by this old monk, and there was only one way to choose, that is, to challenge the old monk to a way, which was undoubtedly self-inflicted, so pretending to be dizzy was the best way.

Suddenly, there were two men and a woman in the crowd whispering something. (To be continued......)