Lin Zeyu sat on the ground in a trance. Just with this amazing bounce, it was impossible for him to borrow Wuming in Shilan. But he had never seen such a famous person before.
"Senior Chu, you have returned to China for the holidays."
The muscular boy ran over to say hello, with a smile on his usually serious face.
"Your name is...Zhang Wang, right?"
The young man with a cold face frowned slightly, searching for relevant information about this boy in his memory.
"Yes, yes, I didn't expect you to still remember me."
The boy with wheat-colored skin smiled and scratched his head, showing his bright white teeth, and his tone was very respectful.
He has always regarded Chu Zihang as his idol. Every time he sees his performance on the court, his heart will surge with excitement. His goal of becoming Chu Zihang's No. 2 constantly inspires him to train hard.
It's a pity that as soon as Chu Zihang left, all the old members of the school team also retired, and even he, a substitute who had a very low presence in the team, took up his position. It's really rare for Chu Zihang I still remember this unknown water fountain manager.
"Senior Chu? Who is it?"
The freshman in high school who was still sitting on the ground still looked confused.
"Chu Zihang, why are we so proud to graduate from Shilan Middle School? Did you attend the freshman ceremony in vain?"
If the idol hadn't been there, Zhang Wang would have wanted to go up and give this stupid young man a kick. Normally, he would be held up by the coach and confused about the direction, but this person in front of him is such a great figure that the principal would like to hold it in his palm and talk about it. I won’t get tired of telling the legend eight hundred times.
Even in Shengtang Middle School, which has always had a high level of control over the quality of its students, many teachers and directors have praised him, but they can't help but express sour feelings about him.
Just when Zhang Wang was at a loss and wanted to talk to the great man in his mind to get closer, there was another boy in a white sportswear from a distance, dribbling a ball while slowly approaching.
He has a very delicate appearance, with a high nose, soft eyebrows, tall and straight figure, and perfect proportions. He just looks a little absent-minded.
Li Yongyuan was still recalling the last conversation he had with his grandfather in the palace.
"Are you still used to using this sword?"
At that time, Li Chengqian stared at the ancient sword in his hand with a pair of falcon eyes, his eyes flickering and his expression unclear.
“Very easy.”
The young man raised his sword and said with a smile.
"Put it back."
The old man said seriously.
"Why?"
Li Yongyuan didn't know why.
"Perhaps your father is right. That should have been your crowning ceremony when you became an adult, not now."
The young man could clearly hear his grandfather sighing.
"You must have used the power attached to this sword, more than once."
Li Chengqian stared at him closely, without any scrutiny in his eyes, and his tone was only affirmation.
Li Longyuan did not answer, but it was also a disguised acquiescence.
The bottom of the Yangtze River split open the Bronze Palace once, and the next-generation species that massacred Kassel Academy should have been secretly supported by the mysterious power from Tai'a. Although the swordsmanship-death-killing effect is terrifying, it cannot make an entire Article generation loses all vitality in a very short period of time.
"A sword is a murderous weapon, but Tai'a, as a famous ancient sword, was the weapon in the palm of the First Emperor. It was immersed in the majestic power and power, and its prestige was even greater than its monstrous reputation."
"The field of Tai'a affects your mind all the time, but you don't know it yet. You need to know that the rules of this world are nothing more than giving and gaining. If you get help from it, you will suffer its backlash. Abuse the power of this sword.
, is tantamount to trading one’s soul to an evil spirit without permission.”
Li Chengqian's tone was faint, as if he regretted handing this fierce sword to Li Longyuan in advance.
The young man was also shocked when he heard these words. He lowered his head and looked at the majestic ancient sword in his hand, and an unspeakable struggle arose in his heart.
It always felt like this sword had been integrated with his body and was inseparable. The pale golden dragon pattern hidden under the scabbard was constantly moving and roaring under the frosty edge of the sword, seemingly fighting.
"Please grandpa take it back."
Finally, Li Longyuan raised his eyebrows, grabbed the middle end of the scabbard with his right hand, and handed it forward without any hesitation.
Li Chengqian also took it with one hand, and then slowly pulled out a blade in front of him. The frosty white and cold blade showed a slight chill under the light of the moon pearl, and the golden pattern was even more brilliant.
“Zheng!!!”
The old man's right hand gently stroked the blade of the sword, and then flicked the sword together to make a buzzing sound. The roaring dragon pattern instantly became quiet, and the clouds were still as light as the wind. He immediately put the sword into its sheath.
"Then these seven deadly sins are for me?"
For some reason, when Li Longyuan, who had never left his side with his sword during this period, handed over Queen Tai'a, he felt an inexplicable feeling of peace and comfort in his heart. So he turned to look at the heavy box placed in the corner of the wall.
If seven were exchanged for one, the deal wouldn't be too bad.
"Don't think about it, I will give it to you when the time comes, but not now."
Li Chengqian covered the heavy and steady box with one hand, and the seven alchemical swords with different shapes were put back together in the dark box.
Seeing the young man lowering his head and hesitating to speak, the old man smiled coldly, "Why, without Tai A Jian, wouldn't you be the orthodox true king of the Li family?"
"Don't dare."
Li Longyuan quickly answered, realizing that it is clear that the heart of a saint is not inferior to external objects.
"Let's go."
The old man waved his sleeves and turned his back immediately. As Li Longyuan bowed his hands and resigned, the light of the entire majestic and magnificent hall and the room full of rare and precious objects gradually dimmed, and the huge vermilion door closed with a creak.
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In the darkness, a wrinkled and weathered palm gently placed the majestic ancient sword next to the seven deadly sins. The box shook violently, and a deep and powerful roar from an unknown creature was faintly heard, and it soon returned to calm.
His thoughts were brought back to reality. In the distance, Chu Zihang stretched out his hand to signal, and the young man in a white sweater walked across the field and walked to his side while dribbling lazily and casually.
"Hey, senior brother also called someone else?"
Li Yongyuan was raising his hands to practice shooting and joking at the same time.
Chu Zihang took the initiative to ask him to play ball as soon as he returned to China, which was so rare that he was embarrassed to break the date.
"We played together on the school team before, so we are considered teammates."
Li Yongyuan, who had just arrived, seemed to have firmly grasped the initiative and cast inquiring glances at the two people on the sidelines.
From the look in the eyes of the unlucky kid on the ground, he knew that they had had conflicts with Chu Zihang before, but Li Longyuan didn't take it to heart at all. After all, if they accidentally got into a fight because of something dirty, they would definitely suffer.
"No, no, let's make an appointment with friends and play somewhere else."
Zhang Wang waved his hands repeatedly, then gave Lin Zeyu a look and walked away. The embarrassed freshman got up dejectedly, picked up his basketball and ran away without even daring to say a harsh word.
"Senior brother, you bully a child."
Li Yongyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw the boy leaving.
Before the young man could turn his head, the basketball turned into a jumping phantom and landed in his hand.
"On the court, let the ball speak."
Chu Zihang took two steps back to guard the restricted area, with his forehead hair hanging down almost covering his eyes. For a moment, he felt as if his aura was in full swing.