"A sword is a sword, it is a dead thing, and it is not a cat or dog creature. How can it still communicate with spirits?
Seeing Qin Feng closing his eyes and communicating with the dagger, Bai Zhentian was very dissatisfied, but he did not interfere with Qin Feng in any way. He also wanted to see what Qin Feng could figure out.
More importantly, Bai Zhentian knew that his father had cultivated his moral character over the years. Although he was getting older, his skills had become extremely refined. With his current cultivation level in his prime, it would be difficult for him to win in his father's hands.
Gotta be cheap.
Therefore, Bai Zhentian is not sure now. What Qin Feng said must be wrong. After all, his old father has never told lies in his life. There is no telling whether this sword may actually hide some secrets.
"Why do you have to close your eyes when looking at a sword?"
Liu Zimo saw that the atmosphere in the venue had become a little tense, so he couldn't help walking to Bai Zhentian and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Bai, what is Qin Feng doing? It's mysterious..."
"Just watch. Where did all the nonsense come from?" Bai Zhentian didn't dare to show his face to his old father, but he naturally felt no pressure at all when he scolded Liu Zimo.
"Humph, I don't think you understand either."
Liu Zimo curled his lips when he heard this, but he was thinking about the Hongmen meeting tomorrow. It stands to reason that he is now the deputy head of Zhongyi Hall, and he can be regarded as a big shot in Hongmen.
However, Liu Zimo didn't care much about this identity. He thought that with this identity, he would be able to legitimately drop out of school, and then find a reason to go to the country to carry out his plan to pick up girls.
"Huh? This sword seems to be very sensitive to Qi, right?"
At this time, Qin Feng had poured all his attention into the sword in his palm. However, no matter whether he used his spiritual consciousness or concentrated on communicating with it, he could not resonate with the dagger.
But when Qin Feng inadvertently instilled a trace of true energy into the sword, he seemed to hear the dagger make a cheerful cry. Qin Feng could confirm that this was definitely not his imagination.
With a thought in his heart, Qin Feng mobilized his true energy and poured it into the sword body without any reservation. He gradually found that the body of the dagger seemed to become brighter.
"It's done!"
When Qin Feng instilled the true energy to a certain level, he suddenly felt a heart-to-heart connection with the dagger, and subconsciously waved his hand.
Following Qin Feng's movements, the dagger suddenly turned into a cold light and silently pierced the wall in front of him. At this time, Qin Feng still had his eyes closed.
"return!"
Although the dagger left his hand, Qin Feng could still feel that he had a slight connection with it. He tried to move it, and the dagger actually seemed to be spiritual. Following Qin Feng's words, it suddenly appeared in his mind again.
In the palm of your hand.
"This...is this really a fairy sword?"
Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the dagger. If he could not still feel the connection between the dagger and it, he would even think that what just happened was just his illusion.
"Huh? Why was the contact lost?"
Just when Qin Feng was inexplicably shocked, the connection between him and the dagger was suddenly severed without warning, and the dagger returned to its previous appearance.
"No, I want to try again..."
Qin Feng had already forgotten that there was anyone around him at this time. His mind was completely attracted by the dagger, and he poured his true energy into the dagger.
"Fortunately, this feeling is back." When the dagger absorbed part of Qin Feng's true energy, the feeling of being connected with flesh and blood appeared in Qin Feng's heart again.
"Cut!" Qin Feng thought, and the dagger suddenly appeared above the incense table in the middle of the room and suddenly fell down.
With the movement of the dagger, a ripple seemed to be drawn in the air. After a gust of wind, the rectangular table made of huanghuali was neatly broken in the middle.
"Return..." Qin Feng waved again, and the dagger turned into a black light, and appeared in Qin Feng's palm like lightning.
"Haha, hahaha!!"
After the second try, Qin Feng finally knew that this was not his illusion. He was ecstatic for a moment. He did not expect that this was actually a treasure.
"Qin Feng, what happened?"
Bai Zhentian and others who were standing by were dumbfounded. Because the dagger was too fast, the Huanghuali chopping board collapsed suddenly before they could understand what happened.
Even Mr. Bai and Bai Bin, who knew the inside story, looked at each other in confusion. Although they knew that the dagger was extremely sharp after being injected with true energy, they never thought that the dagger could fly back automatically after being fired.
"This sword can communicate with people's minds..."
After hearing Bai Zhentian's words, Qin Feng raised his head. Just when he was about to explain, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark and his body fell forward involuntarily.
Qin Feng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his body's reaction is almost instinctive. Just as his face is about to hit the ground, his waist suddenly twists and his back faces the ground.
"boom!"
Qin Feng's body fell heavily to the ground. Everyone was stunned at this scene. They didn't know what Qin Feng was playing? Why did he lie down on the ground calmly?
"Hey, Qin Feng, what are you doing? Is it comfortable lying on the ground?" Liu Zimo, who was very nervous, walked to Qin Feng and touched his body with his feet.
"Eh? What's going on? This...did you faint?"
Liu Zimo was also a martial arts student. After Qin Feng didn't react when he touched him, he squatted down. When he saw it, he immediately found that Qin Feng was breathing weakly and his face became unusually pale.
"what happened?"
The sudden change caused Mr. Bai, who was sitting at the top, to stand up, rush to Qin Feng's side in a few steps, and put two fingers of his right hand on the pulse of Qin Feng's wrist.
"Life is fine, and he has plenty of energy in his body. Is this... Could it be that he is mentally exhausted?" After taking Qin Feng's pulse, Mr. Bai frowned deeply.
Mr. Bai was able to activate the magical power of this dagger before, but it could only produce a one-meter-long force of energy, could not be used to attack outside the body, and seemed to have no sequelae.
"I...I'm fine."
Just when Mr. Bai was frowning and puzzled, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand and said: "It takes too much energy to operate this thing. I'm afraid I can only operate it once a day at most...
"
Just when Qin Feng raised his head, he suddenly felt a splitting headache. The roof and the ground were spinning rapidly. Qin Feng could not control his body at all and could only let him fall to the ground.
The dizziness came and went quickly. After lying on the ground for several minutes, Qin Feng felt that his consciousness had returned to his brain and he had regained control of his body.
However, at this time, although Qin Feng didn't feel anything physically, his spirit seemed extremely tired. He felt as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights and just wanted to lie in bed and have a good rest.
Qin Feng has been in excellent health since he was a child, but he rarely catches colds. It is impossible for him to have a sudden illness, so after thinking about it, the root cause should be the manipulation of the dagger just now.
"Qin Feng, you...what did you say?"
After hearing Qin Feng's almost talking to himself, Bai Zhentian's eyes almost popped out, and he stammered: "You...you mean...this table was cut open by you with a dagger."
?”
Firstly, because the dagger was dark in color, it was not very eye-catching. Secondly, Qin Feng wielded the sword with his consciousness, and his speed was extremely fast, almost beyond what the naked eye could see.
So even though Qin Feng shot twice, Bai Zhentian and others didn't see any clues, especially when the dagger shot into the wall for the first time, they didn't even know.
"Of course it was this sword that cut it open."
Qin Feng slowly sat up, shook his still-drowsy head vigorously, took the sword in his hand, and said: "Even if this sword is not fish intestines, it can be called a divine object. I am afraid that there is no one among the top ten famous swords."
One can compare with it..."
Qin Feng had seen many swords used by emperors of the Qing Dynasty in the Palace Museum. Although those swords were sharp, they were not comparable to this sword at all. Even the Goujian Sword was not as powerful as this short sword.
characteristics of the spirit.
"Qin Feng, this sword should be fish intestines. Look at the winding lines on its body, doesn't it look like the intestines of a fish?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Bai explained a few words, then looked at Qin Feng with a puzzled face and said: "Xiao Qin, I have been studying this sword for some time, why can't I retract it like you do?
Where is Ziru?"
As he spoke, Mr. Bai took the dagger from Qin Feng's hand. After injecting a burst of true energy, he waved it behind him. He heard a "chi" sound, and the air rippled. The Taishi chair behind him
, was split in half.
“Isn’t this... this is so... so fucking awesome?”
Qin Feng's movement just now was so fast that no one could see it clearly, but they could clearly see Mr. Bai's swing of the sword, and Liu Zimo couldn't help but curse.
"Well, it's most likely the Fish Intestine Sword."
Seeing Mr. Bai's actions, Qin Feng nodded, forced himself to stand up, shook a few times, and said: "I suspect that Zhuan Zhu also used sword control to assassinate King Wu Liao, otherwise King Wu had so many guards.
No matter how sharp this dagger is, it will be difficult for him to kill the King of Wu..."
"But...but how was this sword forged?"
Qin Feng's face suddenly showed a confused look, and he murmured: "Is it true that as the ancients said, you have to sacrifice your own life to forge a sword with spirituality?"
Qin Feng once read in some classics that in order to forge a peerless sword, ancient sword masters would often sacrifice some of their own blood or the blood of their relatives, thus making the sword spiritual.
Some extreme sword-making masters will even jump into the sword-making furnace when the sword is about to come out of the furnace, and sacrifice themselves to the sword to make it perfect.
When he saw these allusions before, Qin Feng regarded them as fairy tales, but after he tried to use his consciousness to control the sword, he no longer dared to regard these allusions as ancient nonsense.
"I'll try, I'll try..."
At this moment, no one cared about what Qin Feng was thinking. After Bai Zhentian took the dagger from his father's hand, he also poured his true energy into it, trying to force out the sword energy released outside.
With a "sneak" sound, the air in front of Bai Zhentian was stimulated by the strong energy released by the dagger, but the momentum was much inferior to that of Mr. Bai, let alone what Qin Feng had just done.
.
"Here I go, I'll try it too..." Liu Zimo couldn't hold back his curiosity. After grabbing the dagger, he also poured his true energy into it.
No matter how Liu Zimo swung the dagger, there was no change in the dagger, not a trace of sword energy leaked out from the dagger, which made Liu Zimo greatly disappointed.
"Grandma, isn't this bullying?"
Liu Zimo handed the dagger back to Bai Zhentian angrily. He knew in his heart that maybe his cultivation was too low, which was why he couldn't drive the sword.
After Liu Zimo, Cao Guoliang also tried it, but his talent was not in martial arts, and his kung fu was not as good as Liu Zimo's, so naturally he couldn't drive this dagger.
"Xiao Qin, you... how can you use your fingers like an arm and throw it back?"
Mr. Bai has long understood the characteristics of this sword. What concerns him at this time is, how could Qin Feng use this sword like that? It really looks like the legendary flying sword.
During the Tang Dynasty, the legend of swordsmen was at its peak.
People such as Kong Kong'er, the red-line girl, can fly their swords thousands of miles away to take the enemy's head. Although Qin Feng's few blows just now were not far away, they were somewhat interesting.
"I don't know about this either..."
Qin Feng scratched his head when he heard this. At that time, he just felt that the zhenqi in the sword was still connected with him, and he subconsciously wanted to recall it, but he was still confused as to what exactly happened.
The splitting headache just now made Qin Feng not dare to try to control the dagger anymore. If it left any bad hidden dangers, it would be worth the loss.
"God's will, what a God's will!"
Mr. Bai sighed and said: "My son got the sword without knowing it and regarded it as a common thing. Although I know it is precious, I can't exert its due power. Only you, Qin Feng, can do it."
Its true owner..."
After keeping it in his hands for more than ten years, Bai Shannan played with it almost every day, but at this time he finally understood that this thing had no destiny for him. If he hadn't met Qin Feng today, he wouldn't even know that this sword could be used in this way.
"Hey, old man, this... this can't be done..."
Qin Feng didn't know the preciousness of this sword at first, so he just accepted it. However, after the scene just now, he knew that this short sword could not be measured by money at all.
Therefore, even if Qin Feng liked this dagger very much, he did not dare to accept this gift from Mr. Bai because this object was too valuable.
"Why, do you look down on me, old man?"
Hearing Qin Feng's words of refusal, Mr. Bai suddenly became sullen, pointed at his son and Cao Guoliang and said, "Ask them, when did I take back what I said? Do you really want me to make a mistake, old man?"
Having lived for more than ninety years, Mr. Bai has already seen through everything in the world. Even if he owned the whole world during his lifetime, it will only be a bowl of loess after death and cannot occupy a three-foot-long tomb.
Therefore, the old man was really open-minded. He gave the dagger to Qin Feng, and he understood what was on his mind. Such a precious object could not be lost in his own hands.
"Qin Feng, your father gave it to you, just accept it."
Seeing his old father glaring at him, Bai Zhentian couldn't help but say: "The old man always gives gifts to his juniors when he meets them. He has never taken back the things he gave away..."
To be honest, Bai Zhentian is also very enthusiastic about this dagger.
However, Bai Zhentian's position is different now. Even if he keeps the dagger, there won't be many opportunities to use it in the future, so he might as well give it to Qin Fengluo as a favor.
