Young Master Liu smiled awkwardly and stroked the sword: "Hey, it's a joke, but it can still be taken seriously. Can't you afford it? You can't afford it." An authentic Chinese Mandarin came out.
The Heavenly Sword trembled twice and calmed down again. A gentle breeze came. Liu Mingzhi reinserted the Heavenly Sword into the scabbard. He held the sword with both hands and looked at Wen Renzheng who was standing with his hands behind his back seriously: "Sword boy like me is not blessed.
If you get it, you should keep it for yourself. After all, it is your beloved thing. You can't just take it away just because you love it."
Wen Renzheng's eyes were full of nostalgia as he looked at the Heavenly Sword in Young Master Liu's hand and shook his head slightly: "The Heavenly Sword is a divine object. Those who are destined can get it. The moment you pull out the Heavenly Sword, it no longer belongs to you."
Old man, from today on it has only one master, and that is you, Liu Mingzhi, and only you can pull it out."
Liu Mingzhi looked at the Heavenly Sword in his hand with suspicion. Is it so mysterious? Are you lying to me?
Seeing Liu Mingzhi's expression, an old man like Wen Renzheng could not figure out what he was thinking: "Everything has spirituality, especially weapons and mounts. They are arrogant enough, and treasures have never been stolen.
They only choose the master who is suitable for them." Suddenly Wen Renzheng reached out to pull out the Heavenly Sword in Liu Mingzhi's hand. The sword trembled, but there was no gap between the sword body and the scabbard, and it stayed motionless in Liu Mingzhi's hand.
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It's hard to imagine that someone with Wen Renzheng's ability to cross the void would not be able to draw a sword. It's simply unbelievable.
Liu Mingzhi gently moved the sword blade without believing in evil, and the cold light reflected the entire pavilion inside and outside again, exuding a frightening aura. Liu Mingzhi reinserted the sword blade into the scabbard, and the surrounding area was once again surrounded by a warm wind.
"Damn, it's even more awesome than admitting the master by dripping blood. Is this really a sword?"
"The Heavenly Sword, also known as Tianwen, is rumored to have been forged during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It took more than a hundred skilled craftsmen three years of hard work to forge the Heavenly Sword. It is said that the blade of the Heavenly Sword was taken from a piece of meteorite iron.
On the day the sword was made, the wind and clouds changed, thunder and lightning struck. On the day the sword was formed, a hundred skilled craftsmen lost all their essence and blood and died. After thousands of years since it was forged, this sword has been replaced fourteen times.
There are more than 7,800 masters who drink blood.
As for whether it is true or not, it can no longer be verified. It has been passed down to the hands of the old man to drink blood for six hundred and sixty-six years. There is no wronged soul. The sword is cold and can cut iron like mud. The only weapon in the world that can be compared with it is you. You will naturally know it in the future. You are
The fifteenth master it recognizes, the master chosen by the divine weapon, has its own cause and effect."
Liu Mingzhi never imagined that the sword in his hand had such a glorious history: "Old man, the weapon on his sword is the Heavenly Sword. Why is it called Tianwenna?"
"At the beginning of ancient times, who preached the truth? How can we examine it when it has not been practiced up and down? Who can know the clear and the dark? Feng Yiwei is an image, how can he recognize it? How can light and darkness be recognized by time?"
"Qu Zi's Heavenly Questions?" Liu Dashao seemed to have read this ancient article, but it was too profound and Liu Mingzhi didn't understand what it meant.
Wen Renzheng nodded: "Yes, it is Quzi's Tianwen. Legend has it that the name of Tianwen was his second-generation master who took the name of this sword with the help of Quzi's Tianwen. Tianwen, there is another
It is said that the Heavenly Sword was made from meteorite iron, so his master asked the sky about the origin of the sword, but it was all passed down by word of mouth. It was so long ago that no one knew how much water it contained.
The more people don’t know that the Heavenly Sword has another name called Tianwen, most people call it the name of the sword body, Heavenly Sword.”
"So that's what Souga is like, but who is his second master?"
Wen Renzheng sighed, looked at Liu Mingzhi with confusion and whispered three words.
Young Master Liu looked at the old man in disbelief. At this time, he only hated the book when it was used. He couldn't do anything else except fuck. Is he so awesome?
"Old man, I don't study well, so don't lie to me!"
"You are his master now. Everything in the past has gone with the wind. What's the difference if it is true or false?"
"The old man is right, what does it matter if it's true or false? I'm just a little shocked. If he is really the second owner of this sword, I've really found a treasure."
: Whatever I write, I am afraid that it will trigger a thunderstorm, so I have to think carefully and feel tired.