The sound of swords with near sword energy spread throughout the Demon Sect. No matter who's sword was, it trembled violently.
Even the wooden hairpin inserted in the second senior sister's hair shook slightly.
The second senior sister stretched out her slender finger and gently touched the wooden hairpin, as if she was holding it straight. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin quickly calmed down.
The Demon Sect’s Head Peak, Chen Yan and others had already gathered together. Lin Chan was their junior sister and was born with a sword fetus, so they naturally couldn’t help but pay attention.
Of course, it's also about starting a bet.
After hearing the sound of swords near the sword, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Shen Yan took the lead in flying towards Zangshan. The five of them quickly arrived at the foot of Zangshan.
"Uncle Third Master." Everyone saluted Zhuge Laifu, who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he was looking up at the top of Zangshan Mountain.
With their strength, the thick fog hidden on the mountain may block their sight, but it will definitely not block their spiritual perception.
They could sense the sword energy on the top of the mountain that was constantly making sword sounds. It seemed a little urgent, with a slight dissatisfaction in the urgency.
The sound of the sword lasted for a few more breaths, and then it became quiet.
How to say it, the sword energy is approaching, and after making a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, he quickly chose quiet.
It has its own shelf, its posture is very high, and it is a little held.
For some reason, it seemed to have taken a fancy to Lin Chan and chose her for the first time, wanting her to take her out of Zangshan.
It was waiting on the top of the mountain, waiting for the forest cicada to reach the top of the mountain.
At that time, it will first float in the air to examine her, then put the shelf in full, then tremble slightly to show its approval of her. Then, with her excited face, she will leave Zangshan.
But what it did not expect was that Lin Chan actually stopped at the spiritual sword!
What is this doing!
In fact, even Chen Yan and others were surprised.
They didn't think they could take away the sword energy before. They hoped that Lin Chan would take away [Ding Fengbo]. That was the sword of their senior sister, and the senior sister they respected!
But just now, Lin Chan didn't seem to have the intention to continue climbing the mountain. She walked directly to the broken sword. Until the sword energy was approaching, she stopped and then looked at the top of the mountain in confusion.
There was a big doubt on his face.
She seemed to be wondering, how could there be a sword that could scream so loudly?
"It...it has a loud voice!" Lin Chan said in her heart.
The sudden sound of sword sound just now was like thunder thunder. The intensity of the sound was astonishing as thunder, which scared the timid Lin Chan, and her thin body shook suddenly.
On the contrary, the broken sword in front of me was still as angry as if it would "dead" at any time.
It was like an old man in his twilight years, lying on the sickbed, the vibrations to the forest cicadas and the faint sound of the sword just now can be regarded as a rebirth.
Lin Chan felt that she could feel its emotions. It was not begging for something, but... it was a little unwilling to accept it?
Yes, it's unwilling to accept it.
Lin Chan now faces two choices.
One is the broken sword placed in front of her, a sword that is breathing.
Second, the sword energy floating on the top of the mountain is close to it, a sword with high spirits.
The two seem to be two extremes!
With the sound of sword energy near the sword energy, all the swords on the entire mountain quieted down, as if they were surrendering to the power of sword energy near the sword energy.
The [Ding Fengbo] also chose Anjing because it was Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu was Yan Li's first disciple. Its close relationship with the sword energy was different from other swords.
Only this broken sword is still making a faint call, conveying his will.
It is unwilling to give up!
It's really unwilling to give up!
I just don’t know if it is unwilling to die here or it is unwilling to accept other things.
...
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Back mountain, cave.
Lu Xun couldn't help but frown slightly as he listened to Mao Nanbei's description.
"Broken Sword? Where did the broken Sword come from?" He couldn't help but say.
It has been only a few months since he last climbed the mountain.
He remembered very clearly that when he climbed the mountain, there was no such broken sword on the mountain.
The Broken Sword is so special. If it were on the mountain at that time, Lu Xun would definitely notice it at a glance.
It was like a severely disabled person suddenly appeared in a row of people with healthy limbs, which was too obvious.
The strangest thing is that even if this sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it is still at the level of a top-grade spiritual sword. Then, before it is intact, it is at least an immortal sword, at least at the purple level!
During this period of time, has any cultivator with a purple-level immortal sword passed away?
Not!
So where did this sword that came out of thin air come from?
All of this reveals a hint of weirdness, and I always feel that there is something else in it!
Lu Xun asked in a low voice: "Did Xiao Chan'er still not continue climbing the mountain?"
"No." Mao Nanbei's expression became serious.
That's the sword energy that is close to you! The sword energy that is so warmed to the extreme by the senior brother on the mountain!
"Why is she still hesitating? I'm so anxious!" The sitting Mao Nanbei couldn't help but stomp his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just kicked it in the air, which looked a little funny and cute.
On the contrary, after thinking for a while, Lu Xun took a deep breath and said, "Little Chan'er is born with a sword body. She has a very sensitive perception of the sword. Maybe she has seen something we can't see."
"Little junior brother! That's close to sword energy!" Mao Nanbei widened his cat's eyes, his cat's ears stood straight, and his little face was serious.
"I know, but it's better to follow Xiao Chan'er's own wishes. She'll like it myself." Lu Xun said: "What's more, she is the only one who can make decisions on the Tibetan Mountain."
Lu Xun just asked himself, what would I feel if Lin Chan took that broken sword?
He felt that he would be lost for a while, but he would not be angry or dissatisfied.
This little mute has suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live a smooth life and be happy in the coming years.
After this period of time, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.
If she wants this broken sword, then take it!
Isn’t it just to receive less quest rewards? It’s time to get the public beta and then the sand sculpture players will get back twice as much. What’s the big deal?
As for the sword energy, what a little bit of a bad air... you are so stinking! Your wife ran away with me, and you are still stinking! Why are you arrogant? You are still stinking!
He also warned himself: "If Xiao Chan'er chooses the Broken Sword later, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and don't hit her. At that time, the expression must be in place and show the level of the actor level. This little girl is actually delicate!"
After completing the psychological construction, Lu Xun sat with Mao Nanbei and waited for Lin Chan to choose.
And the forest cicada on the Tibetan Mountain quickly made its own decision!
She looked at the top of the mountain again, then squatted and took a step forward, reaching out toward the broken sword.
This broken sword that was breathing in lingering reminded her of her grandfather before her death.
Grandpa was lying on the sickbed at that time, breathing a sigh of relief in his mouth, looking at himself weakly, and kept muttering: "I dare not die, I dare not die..."
He was worried about his mute granddaughter, so even if he had only one breath left, he was fighting.
This broken sword is also fighting.
But sometimes manpower is poor, and grandpa is still dead after all.
But this sword is different.
Lin Chan has a kind of intuition, and she seems... can she help it?
She did not forget the words of the beautiful master. Just as the sword energy was about to make a sound, she relied on the particularity of her natural sword fetus and felt it carefully.
Then, she made her own judgment:
——This broken sword, if it weren’t for being too weak now, would definitely not be worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!
She felt that this broken sword was the best sword on the mountain!
Although the sword energy is very arrogant, Lin Chan is always a polite child. Just like when she rejected other magic weapons before, she also bowed slightly to the top of the mountain to express her apology, and then directly grasped the hilt of the broken sword!
A white light enveloped her and teleported her out.
The sword energy on the top of the mountain was obviously confused, and a sword sound sounded again, looking a little furious.
Didn't choose me!? Didn't choose me!?
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But Lin Chan has been teleported to the foot of the mountain.
The white light flashed, and Lin Chan's thin figure appeared, and her thin arm was tightly holding the broken sword.
In the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, the mute old man did not walk out of the wooden house. He had a hint of comforting smile on his face, then slowly bent down, bowed deeply toward Lin Chan, gave a big gift, and did not get up for a long time.
On the top of the back mountain, the gentleman in white stood outside the small study, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, with a faint smile on his face, and...
——Deep memories.
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Chapter completed!