"Okay, I've said all that needs to be said. Now follow me and go to the sword library to choose a sword."
Xiao Jihai waved his hand and took the lead.
The three disciples followed closely.
On the way, Zhang Jiangshan wanted to ask Liang Qiufeng several times about cracking the technique, but he was afraid that mumbling behind the elder would be against the rules and leave a bad impression, so he had to endure it.
Not long after, they arrived outside the sword warehouse located behind the inner palace.
This sword library was carved out of a towering broken wall. The inside was hollowed out to create a world with only one door open. It was very strong.
The person responsible for guarding the sword library is an old man with gray hair and a childish face. Although he is old, his movements still show a sharp aura like the edge of a sword.
Liang Qiufeng noticed that there were many old people like this in the Jian Mansion, such as Mr. Qin, and "Old Huang" who was now guarding the sword warehouse. They were all senior masters who were unable to break through because they were in their twilight years. In order to use their remaining energy,
And he is willing to choose to be with loneliness, loyally guarding the wealth and foundation of Jianfu.
Although they are old, they are all Qi Dao level warriors. If they fight for their lives, they are definitely a force that cannot be ignored.
Perhaps, this is also a manifestation of the foundation.
Entering the sword library is of great importance, even if the elder comes in person, you must hold a special token, and you can only enter after it is verified to be correct.
At that moment, Xiao Jihai showed his token and explained the situation to Mr. Huang.
Regarding the matter of letting the three disciples choose swords, Zhang Xingkong had actually issued an order earlier, and now it was just a matter of procedure.
Huang Lao narrowed his eyes and observed the three young disciples. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The cultivation level is too low. If he goes to Taicheng on behalf of the sect, he is afraid that he will fail like the last time. But the reality is that
In this way, with the current situation of Jian Mansion, it is difficult to attract good talents with good talents, and they have all been "robbed" by Tiandu Sect and others.
Without good seedlings, naturally no talents will be cultivated. Such a vicious cycle leads to a deep quagmire.
I had hoped that this year's sect competition would be a good turnaround, but it seems to be another extravagant hope...
After the procedure was completed, Mr. Huang explained some precautions and then opened the door of the sword library, indicating that Liang Qiufeng and the other three could go in and choose swords at will.
Xiao Jihai stayed outside, chatting with Mr. Huang.
"Ji Hai, how confident are you in this sect competition?"
Mr. Huang directly called Xiao Jihai, obviously he was of high seniority.
Xiao Jihai replied respectfully: "It's not optimistic."
Mr. Huang sighed and felt despondent: "If there are no big changes, I'm afraid that after the competition, the Tiandu Sect and other young people will come to attack in a big way."
Xiao Jihai nodded.
"Then come and see who kills whom!"
When he said this, Huang Lao's aura changed, becoming solemn and full of majesty that could not be offended.
But Liang Qiufeng and three other people entered it, took a look, and were amazed by it.
The sword library is not too big, but it is very deep, forming a long and narrow extension. Against the stone walls on both sides, there are two rows of long wooden shelves. Each shelf is filled with swords. A rough visual inspection shows that there are at least thousands of them.
.Not only are the wooden shelves filled with swords, there are also many swords stored on the ground and in the corners.
Most of these swords have scabbards. There are many types of scabbards, including leather, wood, and iron, with so many styles and patterns that you can’t see them all; some swords are also left bare, with the blade or blade
Cold, or glowing dimly.
Looking at the mountains of swords, Liang Qiufeng couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded: when there was no sword in his hand, he felt embarrassed; but when there were thousands of swords in front of him, but he could only choose one, he felt that he had no idea where to start.
, I don’t know which choice is better.
Over there, Gu Chengyang hesitated for a moment, then immediately took a big step and started choosing, not wanting to waste any time.
Zhang Jiangshan also rushed forward with eyes shining, as if what was placed in front of him was not a cold sword, but his favorite delicacy.
He turned around and saw that Liang Qiufeng hadn't moved, so he couldn't help shouting: "Qiu Feng, you haven't chosen a sword yet, and you don't have much time. You have to hurry up. If you pick a sword with the best mysterious weapon, you will be prosperous."
Liang Qiufeng shrugged. It was useless to think too much at the moment. It was better to take action. He also walked up and started to choose.
Sword quality and sword selection are a matter of great study, and there are many details that need to be paid attention to. From the materials used to the caster, from the heat to the sharpening, all of them need to be considered comprehensively to determine the grade of a sword.
Mr. Huang, who guards the sword library, is a highly accomplished swordsman himself. The swords that come out of the library must pass through his hands, and they will be released to the hands of the relevant disciples only after they are confirmed. The swords stored in the sword library are on the sword body.
At most, the name of the sword will be engraved on it, but the grade will not be specified.
This makes it difficult to choose a sword. It is difficult for people who do not know how to determine from the surface which sword is a good sword and which sword is a poor quality sword. They can only make a relatively simple decision based on the sharpness or appearance.
Appraisal. It's like pulling a sword out of its scabbard, and the light of the sword shoots straight into the sky. Even a blind man can tell that this is a peerless sword.
It's a pity that such phenomena can only be possessed by swords of at least the king's level. Secret weapons and mysterious weapons can only be "cold light shining" at best.
There are thousands of swords in the inventory, and it is obviously unrealistic to pull them out one by one in an hour. The three of them can only seize the time as much as possible, look at more swords, and compare them to determine the best one.
That one.
I saw Fatty Zhang's movements were extremely agile, swish, swish, and in the blink of an eye, I saw several swords, and muttered: "This one doesn't work... This one doesn't work either... Well, this one looks good.
, keep it.”
The meaning of keeping it is to hold it in your hand temporarily until you find a better one, then put it down and replace it with a better one.
This method may seem a bit clumsy, but it is very practical. It will not cause you to pick sesame seeds and lose watermelons, and you will always have a good sword in your hand.
In comparison, Gu Chengyang was much calmer and more experienced. He was not in a hurry to pull out a sword and looked at it. Instead, he looked at it very discriminatingly. When he saw a similar sword, he stood still.
, drew the sword out of its sheath and looked at it carefully. After reading it, he stretched out his five fingers to touch the blade of the sword. The expression on his face was as if he was gently caressing his beloved lover; this was not over yet. After touching it, he touched it gently with his fingers.
It bounces and makes a crisp and sweet sound.
When Liang Qiufeng saw him like this, he felt something in his heart: What a good guy, you dare to appreciate swordsmanship, you are an expert!
Swordsmanship and swordsmanship are by no means solely immersed in swordsmanship. It is also necessary to learn how to master swordsmanship. Some masters of swordsmanship are also excellent swordsmiths themselves.
Gu Chengyang actually learned the art of swordsmanship, so when choosing a sword in the sword library, I am afraid he will choose the best sword.
The advantages are too obvious.
Liang Qiufeng also wanted to learn swordsmanship, but the time he had been admitted to the Sword Mansion was too short. He was so busy that he didn't have enough free time to distract himself from learning, so he could only put it aside. Now he saw Gu Chengyang
, I couldn’t help but feel a little chilled, feeling that I had underestimated the practicality of the swordsmanship in the past. If I tried harder, I could always spare some time to learn about this aspect of knowledge, so that I wouldn’t be at a loss today.
It’s not that a blind man’s eyes will turn black. Based on his experience with swords, he can still roughly judge the quality of a sword. As the saying goes, a long-term illness means you have to use a sword too much. Hold a sword in your hand, weigh it, and play with it.
Once you play, you can know whether the weight is good or bad.
The problem is that there are so many swords in the sword library and the time is so tight that you are not allowed to look at it slowly and leisurely. With this kind of progress, it is estimated that the time will be up after looking at dozens of swords.
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Unless you are unlucky and draw a high-level sword during this period, you will hit the target in one fell swoop.
I'm afraid the probability is about the same as a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.
Zhang Jiangshan used this stupid method over there. He obviously has much more experience than Liang Qiufeng, so he can read swords very quickly. Under the same conditions, his chance of choosing a good sword will be higher than Liang Qiufeng.
Some.
After looking at more than a dozen swords, but they were all of lower grade among secret weapons, Liang Qiufeng gave up on this method and felt that it was really necessary to think differently.
Temporary cramming and stealing from Gu Chengyang?
This method is not a bad idea. Although swordsmanship is a profound knowledge, for entry-level students, it is not too difficult to learn a few superficial skills. It may be helpful to use it to taste low-level swords.
After thinking of this method, Liang Qiufeng began to observe Gu Chengyang's every move purposefully, paying more attention to every detail.
"snort!"
Sensing his prying eyes, Gu Chengyang snorted in displeasure and glanced over, disdainful of Liang Qiufeng's behavior of stealing from his master.
Liang Qiufeng saw many such eyes during his unbearable wandering years. When he was hungry, he would look at the food in other people's hands, and others would look down upon him; when he was cold, he wanted to cower under the eaves to shield himself.
The wind and rain, the eyes of those who drove him away, were the same.
Full of condescending and contemptuous looks.
It is engraved in my heart like a knife, and can never be forgotten.
Can't forget, can't forget...
With blood boiling, Liang Qiufeng clenched his fists, turned around and walked towards the other direction of the sword library: Don't rely on others, just rely on your own vision to choose a sword, otherwise you will get nothing.
Three people, three directions, no more intersection.
On the wooden frame that Liang Qiufeng chose, there were piles of swords and weapons. He patiently looked at them one by one. However, there was no surprising discovery, not even a single mysterious weapon.
Time passed bit by bit, and there was no hourglass in the sword library, but it was obvious that there was not much time left.
Liang Qiufeng was a little anxious, and he moved his hands faster. After looking at the swords on the shelf, he started to fiddle with the swords placed in the corner.
Unfortunately, nothing has been found yet.
Disappointed, he prepared to look for it again on the other shelf.
"Eh!"
A sharp pain came from Mu Ran. When he lowered his head, he saw that his right index finger had been cut with a deep cut at some point, and blood was flowing out.
With his seventh-level strength cultivation, his finger was cut without even realizing it. It bled for a while, and he didn't react until the pain came.
Liang Qiufeng felt a shiver in his heart. He looked around hurriedly and saw only blood stains on the ground forming a bright red trail. The starting point of the trail was an unsheathed sword blade.
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