Luo Xian and his friends looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the sword inserted into the scabbard and finally became quiet.
Ji Shuan even summarized this.
Sure enough, before a few people came to their senses, Ji Shuan's cell phone suddenly rang.
From the distinctive ringtone, everyone who was already familiar with it immediately knew whose phone it was...
"Hello? Cangju?"
"...Yes, yes, something went wrong..."
"The sword energy leaked? No, no, no, it's..."
Luo Xian looked at Ji Shu'an who was still explaining, but at this moment his eyes couldn't help but turn to the long sword that was quietly placed in the wooden box.
The wooden box was kindly provided by Ji Shuan, and it is said to be an old item.
It stands to reason that it can also be used as a collection, but as Ji Shuan said:
"It would be a waste to leave this thing in a display cabinet to gather dust. No matter how valuable it is, it is nothing more than a plaything."
Luo Xian usually doesn't have any overly paranoid preferences.
At this time, there was a lack of a container to hold the sword - the sword he obtained naturally had a scabbard, but it was extremely gorgeous and looked completely different from ordinary things at first glance.
In more popular terms, it is: the rate of return is high...
Although Luo Xian was not afraid of encountering any danger, he did not want to cause any trouble.
As described in that book, he spoke and behaved like a sharp swordsman, and he felt that he might not be able to match it.
I just feel happy when I practice every day and make progress.
Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, Luo Xian accepted the wooden box.
But this sword is exactly like the brand on the scabbard.
This should be a sword of protection, to ward off demons and protect the way, or to protect this place.
In short, it is not used for refining and killing.
Although it is just a weapon, Luo Xian feels that it should have its own specific qualities.
Just like the "spirituality of the sword" mentioned in the tradition, it is a feeling that cannot be described in words.
Perceiving the pulse of a living thing from a cold dead thing is obviously not something that can be judged simply by talking about the revitalization of life.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu recently to read and catch up on new books. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www.yeguoyuedu.com is available for Android and Apple.]
For a moment, when the sound of the sword roared across Kyushu.
Luo Xian couldn't help but have some subtle thoughts of retreat in his mind.
In the depths of the Dragon Gate surrounded by mist, the sneer from the blood descendants of the ancient ferocious beasts seemed to still be looming deep in his heart.
If expressed in words, it can be condensed into a sentence that begins with self-will:
Is he worthy of this divine sword?
This complex emotion is not an emotion of inferiority or weakness, but the tremor of the soul after experiencing the magnificence of mortal beings.
Some time ago, he was also lucky enough to have a glimpse of the great witch Qingtian's body.
That is a power that no mortal creature may be able to trace back in its lifetime.
It can overturn civilization and destroy the world, or it can protect all living beings and make everything peaceful.
But Luo Xian also knew the distance between that power and him.
But now, a power that may still be far less than that of the shadow that covers the sky is truly passed into his hands.
A soul that is wanton enough can relax and expand instantly.
But like him, he has to face the dark examination deep in his heart.
This is bound to be a less than pleasant process.
To put it inappropriately, it's like pulling off the hangnails next to your fingernails little by little.
It is also like the gold and stone used to forge a sharp blade, which requires thousands of hammerings.
From this aspect, sword cultivation has never been a so-called "shortcut", nor can it be achieved simply by fighting or killing.
To bring everything so-called close to or even fuse with the concept of the sword is undoubtedly contrary to the extraordinary orthodoxy of the Eastern lineage.
Of course, just as the multiverse shows boundlessness and tolerance, it is also a path.
"...How is his health now?"
"Whoever takes action, what else could go wrong?"
Ji Shuan was still chatting on the phone over there, but it sounded like the topic had shifted from Jian Ming to Luo Xian himself.
It can be seen that Ji Shuan originally wanted to start talking about this.
But after seeing the look in Wu Kui's eyes next to him, he paused briefly. Although he was temporarily confused, he directed the topic elsewhere.
It wasn't until he hung up the phone that Ji Shuan suddenly came to his senses.
He recalled the horror and joy in the hearts of several people when they returned here and saw Luo Xian.
That kind of method of reversing life and death is much more intuitive and intense for most mortal things than other impacts...
Ji Shuan shuddered slightly.
Compared to several others, he has a more profound understanding of this because he has a rich family background.
If this ability appeared in other people, we wouldn't be able to discuss it so calmly as now.
Life's desire for continuation trumps all other desires in a popular sense.
Now the words - like the sun with infinite banknotes...
Ji Shuan couldn't help but feel quite lucky.
I really don’t know what the situation would be like now if the Great Witch didn’t exist...
At least what Ji Shuan is sure of is: there won’t be such harmony as now...
At the same time, somewhere in the multiverse
A man stands under the flying snow, his whole body is pure, except for the sword at his waist, which is as red as a flame.
Sometimes the mountain mist is as thick as a crane, and it’s really like being among the gods.
And at this ethereal and illusive moment, when the eyes were staring at the scenery, there was the sound of rushing through the snow.
“Creak…”
But hearing the sound of broken branches, the crane and mist were blown away by the wind.
The Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, and his demeaning look disappeared.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!"
I didn't know who was coming, so I heard his shout, which shook the bamboo forest and made soft snow fall.
The plum blossom-like wisps of marks on the snow were covered with a light layer of makeup.
"Huh... Senior brother, why are you in a daze here again..."
"Master asked me to tell you: The Master's Guard Sword has been born, and I want you to go and meet the person who has obtained the sword."
When the visitor saw the Taoist, he immediately panted and said:
He is a child who has not lost his innocence. He is wrapped in thick clothes under his plain robe.
"Wei Jian?"
When the Taoist heard this, his expression was serious at first, and then he became a little confused.
"Hey, Master knows that you don't know, so let me tell you."
Then, he stood up with his hands behind his back and spoke in a formal manner.
"Everything in the universe has its origin. Just like poisons that surround us, they must have their solution."
"The master's sword was forged by the extremely intense stars. It is revered and supreme, hence its name."
"Just like the changes in the stars in the deep sky, the master's sword has its own life."
"The stars in the sky, the principle of movement, the myriad phenomena, the countless flows..."
When the Taoist heard this, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Then, with a slightly subtle expression, he said:
"This 'guard' is the satellite's guard?"
The child nodded immediately.
Seeing this, the expression on the Taoist's face suddenly became more complicated...
