Chapter 39 The ancestral sword

"We should do things for pragmatic purposes. Reputation is secondary. If we can capture the murderer and prevent the killing, then what does it matter if our sect's reputation is slightly unfavorable?"

Linghu Chong was speechless as Yi Qingchen talked a lot of nonsense.

The two of them did not wait for the county government to summon the craftsmen, but first asked the police to take them to the market to buy construction materials, cloth, rice, flour, grain and oil, etc.

Once the outer gate is opened, at least a hundred disciples will be recruited.

More than a hundred people were on Huashan Mountain, and their clothing, food, and shelter consumed a huge amount of money.

Not only do you need to make this purchase, but you also need to decide on a shopping channel.

"Selling swords, selling swords, ancestral swords..."

A burst of shouting attracted the attention of Yi Qingchen and Linghu Chong, and they turned their heads when they heard the sound.

Not far ahead stood a skinny young man, holding a long sword and shouting.

The young man's clothes are in tatters and his hair is messy. He looks like a poor man.

As for the scabbard of the ancestral sword in his arms, it was tattered and did not look like a sword either horizontally or vertically.

Pedestrians around him ignored him and deliberately stayed away from him.

Yi Qingchen has sensitive ears and can hear someone lecturing her child.

"Stay away, that person is the evil star..."

No wonder no one cares about it.

Yi Qingchen is a person who loves swords, so he wanted to go up and have a look when he saw one.

"Can the sword be shown to us?"

When the young man saw someone asking, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Okay, it can definitely be done. This sword of mine was passed down from my ancestors. My ancestors...he was the general who conquered the West. This sword can...sharpen iron like clay."

Sword."

His speech was a bit stumbling, but quite organized.

Yi Qingchen smiled and said: "Little brother, don't worry, if it is really a sword, we two brothers will not be stingy with money."

There are many swords on Huashan Mountain, even precious swords.

But it belongs to Huashan, not Yi Qingchen. Now he is still using the most common long sword.

The last time he fought with Sun Youqing, his long sword was broken into several pieces by the force of the fight.

If you can get a sword, that would be great.

The young man nodded, grasped the hilt and drew out the long sword.

The cold light is dazzling.

A cold light shone from the tattered scabbard.

Yi Qingchen's expression immediately became intense. Is it really a sword?

Zheng!

The long sword was completely unsheathed and made a clear clang sound.

The sword body is like a clear water, bright and cold, and even the surrounding temperature seems to be a little lower.

It was a bit difficult for the young man to hold the sword, so he tried his best to strike down with the sword.

The wooden pile opened in response to the sound and cracked to the bottom.

"What a sword!"

Yi Qingchen sighed in admiration and said, "Little brother, can you show me this sword of yours?"

The young man shook his head: "No, I have to give you money first!"

Yi Qingchen asked: "How much?"

"Ten, no, thirty taels!"

The boy held out one finger, then denied himself and replaced it with three fingers.

Yi Qingchen immediately took out fifty taels of silver and handed it to him, taking the long sword into his hand.

After weighing it, I found it weighed about six or seven kilograms, which was several times heavier than an ordinary long sword.

[When an object containing spiritual power is discovered, does it absorb spiritual power?]

A prompt suddenly appeared on the martial arts panel, and Yi Qingchen was stunned.

"This sword actually contains spiritual power?"

He murmured: "Could it be a magic weapon?"

Without choosing to absorb spiritual power, Yi Qingchen mobilized her internal power into the long sword, which felt unexpectedly smooth.

Ordinary long swords always have varying degrees of obstacles and losses when transmitting internal force, but this long sword's ability to transmit internal force is actually not much more difficult than operating within one's own body.

Yi Qingchen flicked his wrist and stabbed out seven swords in an instant.

The cold light is sharp and the sword energy is strong.

The long sword actually lit up with a faint green light.

The young man retreated involuntarily.

He stared at Yi Qingchen with wide eyes. He wanted to open his mouth but no words came out. He only shed two lines of tears.

Yi Qingchen asked: "Can't bear to leave?"

"Of course I can't bear to part with it. This is something passed down from our ancestors."

The young man wiped away his tears and said with a forced smile: "But my father is very ill and will die if he doesn't seek treatment from a doctor. No matter how good the sword is, it can't cure the disease."

Well, he is a filial son, and he is quite independent.

Yi Qingchen suddenly had the idea of ​​accepting him.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

The young man opened his eyes wide, remembering the sword flower that had just bloomed.

He looked at Yi Qingchen and Linghu Chong again, and suddenly fell to his knees: "Disciple wants to learn martial arts, please master, accept him as a disciple."

Let me go, this guy has great eyesight, right?

Yi Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly pulled the young man up.

"It's not that I accepted you. Look at how old I am, and my seniority must be low. If you become my apprentice, your seniority will be even lower."

Yi Qingchen said: "My senior brother and I are both disciples of the Huashan Sect. Now is the time when the Huashan Sect is recruiting disciples. If you want to learn martial arts, you can join Huashan. If you are willing to use your abilities to pass the test, you will become our junior brother in the future."

The young man said: "I don't care whether you are senior or not, I just want to recognize you as my master."

This guy is really smart.

Yi Qingchen became more and more satisfied with him, but it was absolutely impossible to accept him as a disciple now.

"We'll talk about this later. Let's go to your house first."

Yi Qingchen glanced at the onlookers who were pointing and pointing, and thought of the young man's evaluation of "The Lonely Star of Heavenly Evil".

This evaluation is not a good one.

You must have experienced the grief of multiple deaths of relatives before you can be named by others. In novels, it is mostly owned by the protagonists and villains.

The supporting role does not match!

He said to the young man: "You are still young. If you suddenly get so much gold and silver, you will definitely cause trouble. I will take the police back with you to scare away the local gangsters."

"Thank you, Master."

The boy's eyes turned red, and the master shouted even more cheerfully.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Pei Bei, Pei Xingjian of Pei, Bei of the north."

"Well, do you know Pei Xingjian?"

"I know, Mr. Pei is the ancestor of our Pei family."

…

The night is dark.

Yi Qingchen sat cross-legged on the roof of the highest room on Anping Street, observing the movements of the entire street.

The sword, which has been replaced with a set of scabbards, is placed across the knee, forming an outward circulation with the internal force, constantly receiving the nourishment of the internal force.

He named the sword Long Whale.

Ande relied on the heavenly sword to cross the sea and kill the long whale.

There was a sword that he liked very much when he was playing a game in his previous life, and later he liked this poem even more.
To be continued...