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Leaving the soul and melting into the sky!
Is this old man going through a tribulation?
A group of people in the martial arts world listened like myths and legends. For them, the most ordinary knights and knights in the world, not to mention the disasters that belong to the masters of weapons such as soul separation and melting into the sky, even the third-rate Kaitian who built the foundation
It can also instill in them endless awe and admiration for masters of the realm.
But no matter how much awe and sigh they have, they can't stop their desire.
These are the gangsters who have been struggling in the martial arts for many years. The little people's wishful thinking is always endless. No matter when, where, or wherever they look, they can't suppress their roiling desires.
In fact, they just want to become stronger. Status, status and wealth are sometimes more important to them than life.
If this newly promoted weapons master cannot wake up...
For a time, in front of the shabby shop, many people in the martial arts world had their eyes flickering, and they all had some obscure thoughts. Some people's eyes wandered, looking for possible escape routes in this narrow alley.
On the roof, Su Qinian clearly felt that the atmosphere was beginning to become stagnant. This was because a group of people in the world were secretly raising their blood, invisibly compressing the air.
In a messy and dark shop, in front of a dimly lit stove, a skinny, shirtless old man smokes a hookah with dull eyes. The green smoke curls up, making it hard to believe that at this moment, he has left his soul and is in the middle of the vast world, suffering.
Working hard, waiting for return.
The little girl became even more vigilant. Apparently she was not ignorant. She guarded the old man fiercely. However, some of the armorers on the street knew that the little girl and the old man had no blood relationship. This was after the old man arrived in Tongling City.
, an abandoned baby picked up in an alley the following year.
"I don't want a living baby, but the old man takes it, just to have a companion."
Some weaponsmiths still remembered the old man's self-deprecating voice that day, and later they actually adopted him, settled in the government office, and had a serious background.
He is a filial child, a soldier sighed, and frowned at the same time. It would be good if the old man could wake up, but if he couldn't...
Half a cup of tea, a cup of tea, half a stick of incense, a stick of incense...
Time passed, but it was obvious that the many fools in the alley did not have much patience. As time went by, they began to become restless and curse.
"Leaving the soul to merge with the sky, according to ancient records, can last no longer than an hour."
A weaponsmith hesitated for a moment, then spoke, and the alley became quiet again.
The other weapons makers' eyes moved, but they didn't say much. They knew that the one who spoke had been talking for half an hour longer. Even though he was usually looked down upon, he could not kill people.
The little girl also showed a bit of gratitude, but quickly restrained herself. Even at the age of eight or nine, she had already read a lot of books, and the truth about the evil nature of the human heart had already penetrated into her heart.
Half an hour passed.
In front of the stove, the old man still had no intention of getting up. His movements of smoking the hookah remained unchanged, and even the height of his raised arms was exactly the same. By this time, the tobacco had already burned out, and when the old man puffed and puffed, there was no longer any smoke left. "Grandpa!"
The little girl turned around and looked a little panicked. The old man told her that no one could touch his body for half an hour. After half an hour, she would be asked to take out the Han Chi sword and close the door.
Closed.
Huh? No!
Observing words and expressions has always been an instinct that people in the martial arts world need to cultivate. A slight change in the little girl's expression made them feel that the weapons craftsman just now was obviously not telling the truth.
The atmosphere became more and more solemn, and you could hear a pin drop.
Some weapon craftsmen sighed in their hearts. It is recorded in the classics that the longest time is half an hour, but there are a few masters who can survive half an hour and still come back to their souls. There have been very few in thousands of years. It is now close to half an hour. The old man
The chance of recovery is already very slim.
Half an hour!
When the last half of the stick of incense burned out, the little girl couldn't bear it any longer, turned around and threw herself on the old man, tears falling down her face, and choked with sobs: "Grandpa is back, don't leave..."
The little girl's cry completely made everyone in the world understand that it was only half an hour.
Once the Master Weapon Master dies, the Han Chi Sword will become an ownerless thing, and there will no longer be any first-class sects, aristocratic families or other big forces to pay attention to it.
"Everyone, we can fight for this Han Chi Sword, but please go out of the alley before taking action, so as not to hurt innocent people."
The armorer who had spoken before said again that he was about thirty years old and a newly promoted second-grade armorer on the Long Street of Tongling City. He could forge fine iron weapons.
"Who are you? How dare you deceive me before!"
"Everyone can embrace a thing that has no owner, and you need to open your mouth to become a saint! The little girl is so well-behaved, we are willing to adopt her!"
"Yes, I, Wu Qi, am willing to adopt him!"
The alley suddenly became agitated, and the expression of the middle-aged weapon craftsman changed suddenly. This group of martial arts practitioners were cunning, and they were obviously guessing that the little girl might have received some inheritance, and they wanted to pocket it.
On the roof, some so-called masters who had been watching for a long time were also ready to make a move. Su Qinian frowned. He even caught some obscene looks in some people's eyes. This was because he knew that the fight for the Han Chi Sword was difficult and most likely hopeless, so he started other crooked fights.
Idea.
In the shop.
The little girl who originally fell on the old man suddenly turned her immature face. She grabbed the long blue sword on the stove. Even though her palm turned white from the cold, she bit her lip. She staggered twice and the sword
Jian reluctantly raised his head, crying, and shouted to everyone outside the shop: "You all leave, this is grandpa's sword, you are all bad guys, you all go away, this is grandpa's sword..."
"Little girl, don't cry. Wu Qi adopted you and kept you until you were white and fat."
This is a short, fat man who looks to be about 40 years old. He has a Wu hook on his back, his green bean-sized eyes move, and he shows a gentle smile, but the yellow teeth in his mouth look a bit ferocious.
"Wu Qi, you have a good idea. I live in Tongling City. Naturally, I will adopt this little girl. I will give up the sword and leave it to the little girl as a family heirloom."
Another young man who looked to be in his twenties spoke, wearing a white shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand. Unfortunately, he had a strong sense of quackery, and the bookishness was gone, but there was a bit of airiness.
"Lu Ziji, who doesn't know that you are so cowardly that you just don't have the guts to do the flower-picking business? What kind of sword is passed down to your family? When it comes to your house, it's not at your disposal."
Immediately, some people in the world laughed mercilessly, and the young man in white shirt immediately turned gloomy.
"Get out, all of you, get out, I won't go with you!"
The little girl's face turned red with anger, and her tears fell down. Her immature hands became paler. The Han Chi Sword was born, and the cast material was extremely cold, making it difficult for ordinary people to use it.
Some weapon craftsmen hesitated and wanted to take action, but there were too many people in the alley. Jianghu martial arts always regarded human life as nothing, let alone a Han Chi sword worth more than ten thousand taels, and a little girl who might be passed down by a master weapons craftsman.
, even if you only get the essence of fur, it is still a rare thing.
They don't want to cause trouble for nothing.
"The little girl is willful, and she will know how good her uncles are in the future."
The short and fat man Wu Qi rolled his eyes and was about to step into the shop. At this moment, seven or eight people, including the young man in white shirt Lu Ziji, also took action at the same time, trying to seize the sword and the person.
Clang!
The sound of unsheathing, the flash of green light, and the sharpness of the sword made the hairs of Wu Qi and others stand up in shock, and they suddenly stopped.
Poof!
With a soft sound, everyone saw that a simple green long knife suddenly appeared in front of the shop. The blade of the knife was inserted into the ground for several inches and remained motionless.
"She said she didn't want to leave, didn't you hear her?"
A faint voice sounded, and everyone in the alley raised their heads. At this time, on the roof, a group of people in the rivers and lakes who were hiding and overlooking had already looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. Their eyes were solemn, staring at the figure of the young man in dark green robes. They didn't pay attention just now.
, they didn’t notice at all when the young man not far away drew his sword out of its sheath.
"You're looking for death, you don't have the right to speak here!"
Wu Qi narrowed his eyes, and then he stepped forward to grab the long green knife in front of the shop. He also had good eyesight, and he could see that this long knife was extraordinary, and it turned out to be a sharp hair-breaking blade.
Clang!
The long sword rose up, as if it was held by an invisible hand. The green sword flashed and fell to the ground again. Then Wu Qi let out a scream and staggered back. The protruding hand fell from the wrist, and blood spurted out.
Severe pain penetrates into the bones.
"The art of controlling the sword!"
Some people exclaimed, with extraordinary eyesight and a look of horror in their eyes, which was a bit unbelievable. This was clearly a technique of controlling objects that only second-rate people could barely master.
What!
At this moment, the entire alley became silent, and people looked at the figure on the roof with deep fear and awe.
A young man who can display the skill of wielding a sword is a second-rate master! How can we compete with him?
"Those who cross the line will be killed."
The young man's tone was calm, but there was no room for doubt. It sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, which made many people in the world of martial arts even more reluctant to retreat.
On the roof, Su Qinian remained calm. He had just used his spiritual power to intervene in the world, and controlled the sword to fight the enemy. Just to scare everyone, he had just begun to touch the threshold of interfering in the world. This way of controlling the sword was not even superficial.
, I can only barely frighten the current group of third-rate Kaitian Realm people who have little hiding place in the world.
The next moment, Su Qinian stepped forward, raised his right foot, then lowered it, and was already in front of the shop.
Hiss!
Many hidden third-rate figures couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Such light skills were beyond their reach. At this point, they became more and more certain that the young man in front of them was a veritable second-rate master. He was probably of extraordinary origin and had great potential.
The origin of the story, it is not easy to make a grudge.
In front of the shop, Su Qinian glanced around. Those with bright hearts and pure minds, and those with evil intentions, would not dare to look at him. (Please support me with monthly votes and genuine subscriptions. It’s the end of the month. If you have monthly votes, please vote. In addition, you can add
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