Chapter 178 The weapon of killing, the soldier of the benevolent.
Zhang Zhenfeng pondered for a moment and said, "I need a sword with a lot of murderous intent."
Lu Binghua pulled out his Longquan sword and asked, "Master Zhang see if my sword is feasible?"
Zhang Zhenfeng didn't take the sword, but just glanced at it and said with a smile: "This sword was not even Wei Erlang at the beginning, how could he deal with the evil dragon? To be honest, I used it to pick the evil dragon's ears, and the evil dragon might have been
I feel unsatisfied."
Lu Binghua smiled: "I am also an ancient sword, passed down from the Ming Dynasty, and you said it is worthless."
Zhang Zhenfeng shook his head: "The ancient sword may not be very murderous."
Tian Zhun frowned slightly, as if thinking.
Lu Binghua asked, "Uncle Tian Lu Ziye, you should be able to borrow a sword, right?"
"Sure, there is, but it may not be borrowed." Tian Zhun smiled bitterly and said:
"I know there is a treasure sword called General Dangko. It was created by Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms during his reign of Nanjun, and it is extremely murderous. However, it is probably not easy to borrow the treasure sword in the National Museum."
Zhang Zhenfeng rolled his eyes.
I can't borrow it, and I've been talking for a long time. Isn't it nonsense?
Lu Binghua thought for a while and said, "The Maoshan School has a prison-controlling sword, which is the treasure of the mountain-controlling treasure. It is said that the murderous aura is extremely strong and can shock the ghosts of the Nine Nethers. I can borrow it, but I don't know if it is suitable."
Zhang Zhenfeng was moved when he heard this and asked, "Does the prison-stopping sword have a origin?"
Lu Binghua nodded:
"The predecessor of the prison-suppressing sword was a punishment knife, which is the big knife that the executioner cuts people's heads. This knife has been passed down for ten generations. From the founding of the Qing Dynasty to the demise of the Qing Dynasty, it has been cutting people's heads, and it is said that ten thousand people have been killed.
Later, the Qing Dynasty was destroyed and its luck disappeared. This fierce sword began to retaliate against its master. It happened to be encountered by the seniors of the Maoshan Sect and brought it back, and transformed into a sword. The sword is a killing weapon, a sword is a benevolent person.
Soldier.
But it was transformed into a sword, and its murderous aura was still strong. It slashed the evil gods above and the ghosts below, and was called the Prison-Suppressing Sword."
Zhang Zhenfeng became interested and said, "If such a powerful sword could be borrowed, it might work!"
"I'll try it."
Lu Binghua got up and went outside to make a phone call.
Tian Zhun looked at Zhang Zhenfeng in confusion and asked, "Brother Zhang is a master of Taoism, why don't he have a magic weapon?"
Generally speaking, every Taoist sect has one or two magic weapons to maintain the mountain.
I didn't see anyone as shabby as Zhang Zhenfeng, who was covered with copper coins and peach wood swords.
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled: "I used to have it, but later I killed demons and destroyed several treasures."
Tian Zhun asked, "I wonder where Brother Zhang used to kill demons and eliminate demons?"
"You don't know if you say it, it's very far away." Zhang Zhenfeng laughed and said, "There are many magical weapons and weapons in the world that are lost among the people. If you have time in the future, go and find them."
Tian Zhun smiled and said, "I remembered this when Brother Zhang said this. I know there is a place where magical weapons may be hidden."
“Where?”
"In the upper reaches of the Yellow River, Duntou Gorge!" Tian Zhun came to his spirits and said, "There is a Dusong Ridge there. The terrain is steep and white light often shoots out, like sword energy. The demons are scared, and there are no one near the ghosts!"
"Don't Head Gorge?" Zhang Zhenfeng pondered and nodded, "Okay, I can go and have a look if I have the chance."
At present, Zhang Zhenfeng's mysterious skills are not strong enough, and he really needs a magic weapon.
While talking, Lu Binghua called back and smiled and said, "The old Taoist Wuya, the head of Maoshan, will come to Fushan Gorge in person tomorrow and will bring the prison-stopping sword. However, this old Taoist is very careful and must see Master Zhang with his own eyes.
Only by his ability can he dare to borrow a sword.”
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled and said, "It is also appropriate for the Maoshan School to be cautious in the mountains."
Lu Binghua and Tian Zhun said goodbye and let Zhang Zhenfeng rest.
Before leaving, Lu Binghua kept her dust-proof beads, allowing Zhang Zhenfeng to play with it more, increasing the running-in and tacit understanding.
No words all night.
The next morning, Zhang Zhenfeng took Liu Banxian and quietly left the base camp.
The two walked downstream, looking for the peach tree.
Liu Banxian was puzzled and asked, "Master, what are we looking for the peach tree trunk?"
"I want to make a magic weapon by myself." Zhang Zhenfeng said while playing with the dust-proof beads:
"My Demon-Slaying Sword is a one-time job, and it will be gone if it is released. A truly powerful expert can achieve the unity of humans and tools, just like Lu Binghua's Chixin Pill. If it is released, it can fly back automatically."
Liu Banxian nodded and asked again: "But is it too timid to use peach wood to make a craft?"
"The power of magic weapons depends on one's own spirituality, and the other depends on the master's cultivation. As long as the cultivation is strong, you can kill people even if you fly flowers and pick leaves. Although Taomu is a little scared, at present, I only
Just put it in a moment.”
After the master and apprentice walked seven or eight miles, Zhang Zhenfeng finally fell in love with a wild peach tree.
Zhang Zhenfeng cut off the peach tree and used a dagger to cut out a seven-inch short sword.
Then, he dripped blood on the dagger, meditated cross-legged, and pinched gestures and chanted mantras.
After repeated three times, Zhang Zhenfeng came to the river again, still down into the water, continued to chant the spell to enhance his sense of the sword.
There are also dust-proof beads, and Zhang Zhenfeng also played with them repeatedly under the water.
It was not until lunch that Zhang Zhenfeng returned to the base camp.
Lu Binghua was waiting for Zhang Zhenfeng to have dinner and asked, "Where has Master Zhang been going this morning?"
"I have refined a small thing, I hope it can be used." Zhang Zhenfeng took out the peach wood short sword and said:
"After the meal, I will open an altar by the river and continue to sacrifice and refine the short sword. Please help me prepare the altar."
"No problem." Lu Binghua nodded.
After dinner, Lu Binghua summoned some Taoist disciples and opened a very formal altar by the river, and arranged four boys, serving incense, serving in swords, serving in lamps, and serving in clocks.
Zhang Zhenfeng changed into Taoist robes, stepped on the steps of the Gang, and climbed to the altar.
Everyone dared not disturb him, just watched from a distance.
Knocked at the Three Qing Dynasties and looked at the Jade Emperor. After three incense sticks, Zhang Zhenfeng once again sacrificed the short sword with the blood on his fingertips, the blood on his tongue and the blood on his heart.
The dagger absorbed Zhang Zhenfeng's blood and became red all over his body.
Crystal and transparent, like red jade.
"The sword light shines on my body during the day, and the sword light shines on my body at night. The god of heaven lowers his head when he hears it, and the god of earth bows when he hears it. Those who go against me die, those who follow me live—rush as the law!"
Zheng--!
Amid the sound of the spell, a sword roar suddenly, like the roar of the Nine Heavens Dragons!
The dagger flew out of Zhang Zhenfeng's palm and shot straight into a willow five feet away.
Crack!
The thick willows broke in the waist.
The dagger turned into a red light and flew back to Zhang Zhenfeng's hand.
"So awesome!"
The people watching from afar cheered in unison.
Zhang Zhenfeng waved his hand again, and the short sword flew out, whizzing around the altar, pulling out bloody streams.
Moreover, the speed of the dagger was getting faster and faster, flying around Zhang Zhenfeng, gradually blocking Zhang Zhenfeng's figure.
Everyone was in the distance and saw only a red light, but no Zhang Zhenfeng was seen!
"live!"
Zhang Zhenfeng shouted loudly, the red light retreated, and the dagger had returned to his palm.