Xiao Lei had already made up his mind, and Meng Guichan could only sigh and said: "Well, since it is an agreement between you and your daughter, I can't insist on blocking it, but Lei'er, with all due respect, this 'really strong' sword
I'm afraid it's not something you can control. How about going back to the Hidden Sword Tower and choosing another one?"
Mu Yun couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this. Legend has it that during the Spring and Autumn Period, King Gou Jian of Yue sacrificed a white horse and a white ox to the god Kunwu. After obtaining the fine gold, he forged eight famous swords, one for covering the sun, the other for cutting off water, and the third for turning soul.
The fourth is called Destroying the Soul, the fifth is called Shocking the Salamander, the sixth is called Hanging Jian, the seventh is said to remove evil spirits, and the eighth is called True Strength.
The eight swords of the King of Yue are taken from the Tai Chi Bagua, which coincides with the gradual evolution of yin and yang. The head of the eight swords covers the sun and belongs to the yin. If the yin is strong, the yang will disappear, so it is called blocking the sun and swallowing the light. The last of the eight swords is the true rigidity.
Yang, with its sharp edge, is indestructible and can easily cut through gold and jade. It can be called the ultimate masculinity of all things.
Mu Yun was leisurely entranced when he heard Xiao Lei say seriously: "Auntie, don't rush to a conclusion. During this period of time, I have been practicing outside and I have really suffered a lot. Now that I think about it, it is nothing more than...
It’s because I’m too weak and can be bullied.”
"That's why I took this sword of true strength to remind myself from time to time that a man should be upright and heroic in his life. He must not be too easy-going and become humble, weak, or even submissive, worse than a little girl."
After hearing Xiao Lei's words, Mu Yun's face felt hot. Meng Guichan was very impressed with his approval and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Lei'er can have such extraordinary ambition. It's worthy of my valuing you so much."
"Forget it, I will take it upon myself to make the decision today. You can go back and pick out a sword that comes to hand. As for this 'True Strength', it won't be too late to use it when you are successful in your art."
Xiao Lei was overjoyed when he heard this. He thanked him profusely, handed the 'Zhen Gang' to Meng Gui Chan, and then went to the inner room like a smoke.
Seeing how smoothly things were developing, Mu Yun couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. He pondered for a moment and then said calmly: "Senior, does this seem a little inappropriate?"
Meng Guichan glanced at Mu Yun and said disapprovingly: "Are you trying to say that I am taking over the honors?"
While Mu Yun was feeling embarrassed, Meng Guichan sighed again and said: "This Xuantian Sword Pavilion was originally the residence of my late husband and I. Most of the collections in the Sword Hidden Pavilion were collected by us together. Now, although the objects and people have changed,
, but this dictatorial power must still work.”
Mu Yun was taken aback and said in a panic, "It's the junior who is being rude. I ask the senior to show my condolences and comply with the change."
Meng Guichan shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, just as you said before when you finished listening to the music, the smoke and clouds pass by, all the lead is gone, and the only thing left is relief."
Although Mu Yun was curious, he knew that the friendship was shallow and deep. While he was secretly thinking about the inside story, he suddenly heard a soft creaking sound and the door to the inner room opened. Then he saw Xiao Lei sticking his head out, with a trembling cry on his face.
Said: "Auntie... I think... can you come... help me?"
Meng Guichan didn't know what was going on, and asked with confusion on his face: "What happened? Could it be that I couldn't find the sword that I took advantage of?"
Xiaolei's face was as red as fire, and he said in a squeaky voice: "Well... how about my aunt help me look for it?"
Meng Guichan stood up helplessly, and then heard Xiao Lei's voice: "And you, Da Mu Tou, are always hanging out with the little vixens and other sneaky guys. Your hands and feet must be unclean. I don't trust you to be alone. You are like this."
Then take 'Zhen Gang' back and settle down, and you are not allowed to stay here."
Mu Yun was scolded by Xiao Lei with a gun and a stick. After being embarrassed, he secretly complained, but he did not dare to make a mistake in front of Meng Gui Chan, so he had to obey the order, then stood up and left. As he was going out, he heard Meng Gui Chan's angry voice.
: "You little brat is really - cough... baffling, ha..."
There was a hint of amusement in the smile, but it was just a feint of anger. Mu Yun knew that there was no need to worry, so he stretched out his body and flew down the mountain wall.
In a moment, I reached the bottom of the cliff and looked up to see the towering dangerous buildings, which almost made me dizzy. The road back and forth was really dangerous and steep, and it would be rare for ordinary people to encounter this.
Mu Yun was secretly pleased. He looked at the strong sword in his hand. Although it was still in the bronze scabbard and could not see its true appearance, he could already feel the wild sword intent inside.
It is said that there is always a sword spirit in ancient swords. At this moment, he is like a generous swordsman standing in front of him, with a boundless heroic demeanor.
Mu Yun's heart suddenly surged. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand and took a deep breath before pulling out the sword and looking at it carefully.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, I suddenly heard a deep voice coming from behind: "Brother, swords are an ominous thing, so it's better not to act rashly."
The sound sounded like it was getting closer, but I didn't know when it appeared. The warm breath fell on his neck, and Mu Yun suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He quickly turned around to follow the sound, and he was even more stunned when he focused his eyes. There was a line in front of him.
An extremely eye-catching silhouette.
This man seems to be older than he is. The Gebu robe on his body is half gray but not white, and looks very old. The cloud shoes under his feet have a dull luster, showing that he has been worn by the dust. A thorn stick is inserted diagonally in the top of his head to tie up his messy hair, which is hung crookedly behind his waist.
There is nothing surprising about a long sword.
The most striking thing is the Chinese character face, which is dotted with large and small white pockmarks. The small ones are like sesame seeds, and the large ones are comparable to copper coins. They are connected to each other, which is really quite atmospheric. Coupled with the rough and unruly beard.
Scumbag will inevitably scare away viewers.
Mu Yun glanced at him clearly, and was speechless for a moment. The pockmarked man coughed and said, "What's up, little brother, did I scare you?"
Mu Yun's face heated up, and he immediately raised his hands in greeting and said, "I'm just kidding, may I ask what I call this senior?"
The pockmarked man shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter how you call it. I just want to know where this really strong sword comes from. You must know that taking it without telling you is a theft. In broad daylight, the world is clear, and I can do it openly."
If you commit theft, aren't you afraid that it will be exposed?"
Although Mu Yun didn't know the identity of the pockmarked man, he was a guest now and really didn't want to cause any trouble. He immediately said seriously: "Senior, there is no need to be suspicious. I have a close relationship with the owner here. This sword was given to me by him.
Not a bold theft."
The pock-marked man said oh, and said in a playful tone: "I see, then I wonder what the relationship between my little brother and the master here is, and when did he gift the sword to you?"
Mu Yun pondered and said: "It's a long story, senior, can you tell me your name first?"
The pockmarked man paused for a moment, then coughed and said, "My name is Gu Xiaoting."
Mu Yun nodded and said: "It turns out that I am an ancient senior. I am Mu Yun. I admire my righteousness toward the wind, and my righteousness is as thin as the clouds in the sky."
Gu Xiaoting seemed stunned, stared at Mu Yun and said, "Brother Mu is so brave to speak out."
Mu Yun secretly thought why he needed to be brave enough to speak out his name, but since he was praised, he had no choice but to hold his hand in front of his hand and say as a courtesy: "Senior, I have given you a reward, I am not worthy of it. As for the relationship between me and the master of this place, it is indeed not unreasonable, so I would like to say goodbye to senior