Qin Feng hesitated after hearing this, because this dagger was too precious. If the value was to be discussed, Qin Feng would rather spend one billion dollars in exchange for it.
"Xiao Qin, if this sword remains in my hand, it will be like a pearl covered in dust. The world in the future will belong to you young people. As the saying goes, swords are given to heroes, so just accept this sword..."
Mr. Bai was very shrewd. When he saw Qin Feng's hesitation, he immediately smiled and said: "I owed your master my life back then, but I never had the chance to repay you. This cause and effect should be considered on you. You don't owe me anything...
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Bai Shannan was very heroic throughout his life. He had always been the only one who helped others, but he rarely received favors from others. Therefore, he always remembered Zai's life-saving grace in his heart. After so many years, it really became a problem in his heart.
"Brother Qin, what my father said is..."
Bai Zhentian also said: "If this sword is left in our hands, it will be a little sharper at best and not of much use, but it will be different when you hold it. This is equivalent to one more trump card..."
Bai Zhentian also thought through it. Although the sword was sharp, he couldn't exert its power. It felt like a useless weapon in his hand. I'm afraid it wasn't as powerful as a bullet.
But Qin Feng is different. He can hurt people with a sword. Holding this sword in his hand is really powerful. Although he dare not say that he can kill people from thousands of miles away, he can kill people within a few feet.
Killing invisible.
Of course, driving this dagger is also a heavy load for Qin Feng. He has only used it twice, and he has exhausted his mental power. This is the first time since Qin Feng formed his spiritual consciousness.
"Okay, then I will accept this fish intestine sword."
Hearing what Bai Zhentian and his son said, Qin Feng thought for a moment and said: "The old man has given me such a generous gift, and I am ashamed to accept it. In the future, if anything happens to the Bai family, just tell me to do it."
Although Qin Feng had helped Bai Zhentian with many things before, Qin Feng felt that those efforts were nothing compared to this dagger. He was willing to bankrupt his family just for this dagger.
Not many of the ten ancient swords are left in the world. Qin Feng vaguely felt that this dagger contained a big secret, and there was no telling what opportunities he might get from it.
"You kid, why are you so incompatible with Brother Bai?"
Bai Zhentian smiled and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder. When he saw the tiredness on his old father's face, he quickly said: "Okay, it's getting late. Let's all go and rest. Qin Feng will take care of Senior Xia's affairs tomorrow."
Tell your father carefully..."
Bai Zhentian was afraid that his father would drag Qin Feng into talking all night long, so he said these words to silence his old father first.
"You brat, you are the only one with the most problems."
Mr. Bai glared at his son, but it did take a lot of effort for him to calculate the divination for Qin Feng today, and he also felt tired now.
Seeing his father nod, Bai Zhentian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called the servants in the manor to arrange their respective residences for everyone in the room.
After Qin Feng returned to the room, it was almost midnight. However, although his mental energy was almost exhausted just now, Qin Feng was still not sleepy.
"The Fish Gut Sword is too ostentatious. We have to give this sword a new name." Qin Feng pulled the dagger out of its sheath and played with it in his hand.
Unlike other swords, this sword has not been injected with true energy. It appears to be a bit dull. Even if you touch the edge with your hand, it will not cause any damage, so it can be carried close to the body.
"As the saying goes, a sharp sword has no edge, and a great skill has no workmanship, which is exactly what this sword means..."
Qin Feng pondered for a while and said to himself: "This sword is sharp and restrained. Let's just call it Zangfeng. It can turn into a soft sword that wraps around the fingers on weekdays, but it can be a life-threatening weapon at critical moments..."
Gently stroking the dagger, Qin Feng seemed to feel a cheer coming from the sword body, and couldn't help but laugh. The ancients said that the sword has a spirit, and it seems that it is not a wild guess. At least this sword really seems to have a spiritual power.
It seems to be spiritual.
Qin Feng carefully separated a stream of true energy and injected it into Zang Feng. The feeling of blood connection rose in his heart again, but this time Qin Feng did not dare to use his spiritual consciousness to drive the sword.
After sensing this feeling, Qin Feng immediately started to meditate calmly. He wanted to communicate with the sword through his mental power and truly get the sword's recognition.
But to Qin Feng's disappointment, that feeling only lasted for a few minutes before disappearing. When he looked at the sword in his hand, it became a piece of iron again.
"From now on, if I stand up and cultivate myself every day, I won't believe that I can't use my arms like my fingers!"
Qin Feng knew that haste makes waste, but he was not in a hurry. After playing with the Zangfeng for a while, he put it away close to his body, then used his master's skills to enter deep meditation.
Four or five hours passed by in a flash. When Qin Feng opened his eyes, he could already see the skylight outside. After feeling the state of his body, Qin Feng found that all the mental energy he had consumed yesterday had been replenished.
Not only that, Qin Feng also found that his spiritual consciousness, which had always been difficult to grow, seemed to be slightly larger than before. The distance his spiritual consciousness was spread out increased by more than one meter.
"Huh? Could it be said that cultivating after exhausting your mental energy will have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort?"
Qin Feng was slightly stunned. His current level of cultivation was already at the highest level that martial arts had reached in the past hundred years. The martial arts masters before the liberation could not compare to this.
So Qin Feng doesn't have anyone to learn from now, not even the exercises. He can only move forward gropingly, hoping to find his own path and continue to practice.
Unlike those who grew up with golden keys in their mouths, Qin Feng always has a sense of insecurity in his heart. Only his own strength can bring him a sense of peace of mind. Therefore, over the years, Qin Feng has never stopped practicing for a day.
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Although he vaguely guessed the reason for the increase in spiritual consciousness, Qin Feng did not dare to try it rashly. The feeling of exhaustion of mental power was really uncomfortable, and the current environment was not enough for Qin Feng to practice quietly.
Seeing that the sky was already getting bright, Qin Feng got up and walked outside the house to start morning exercises. Early in the morning is the time when the clear air descends and the turbid air rises. It is also the most conducive time period for a warrior to practice.
After Qin Feng stood there for a few minutes, Bai Zhentian and others also came out one after another. Except for Lu Yangjing who had an injured knee, even Shen Junhao and the deposed hall masters yesterday also found their own pieces.
There is a place for fistfights.
"No wonder Hongmen can develop so well in the United States. The martial arts style is at its peak!"
After seeing those people, Qin Feng showed an unexpected look on his face. You must know that these old guys are several hundred years old together. It also shows that they can practice diligently at such an old age.
Hongmen attaches great importance to personal force.
"Xiao Qin, are you practicing Taoist Kung Fu?" Mr. Bai stood aside and watched Qin Feng stand for a long time, and did not come over until Qin Feng finished his kung fu.
"It should be the Taoist mentality."
Qin Feng nodded and said: "Master didn't explain it when he passed it on to me, but I later looked at Taoist classics and saw many similarities, which should be derived from Taoist mental methods..."
"Your cultivation method is also very strange..."
When Mr. Bai heard this, he smiled and said: "Obviously, what I practiced was the quietness and inaction of my father, but what I practiced was the thunderbolt method of Buddhist Vajra. At that time, Brother Xia's reputation made everyone in the world feel frightened.
After all, he has reached his age. Mr. Bai now spends most of his time remembering those friends from the past. He and Qin Feng didn't even say a few words, and they talked about the past.
"Hey, Master never tells me these things..." Qin Feng scratched his head and said, "Old man, can you tell me about what happened to Master back then?"
Perhaps Zai didn't want Qin Feng to be involved in his past grievances, so he almost never mentioned what happened back then in front of Qin Feng, and even the fact that he had been his apprentice in the past was accidentally leaked.
"Okay, let's have a good chat today. Let's go and talk while having breakfast..."
Mr. Bai has retired for a long time. He faces Bai Bin all day long. He has long been tired of talking to him. Now that Qin Feng is willing to chat with him, Mr. Bai can't help but be overjoyed and pulls Qin Feng towards the restaurant.
"Hey, Brother Qin, I... I have something to do with you." Bai Zhentian, who had just arrived, saw Qin Feng being pulled away by his father and couldn't help but shout from behind.
"Xiao Qin is not from the Hongmen, so there is no need to attend your meeting."
Mr. Bai waved his hands domineeringly and muttered: "I think you are getting older and better. You have to hold so many meetings to decide on all the big things. If anyone is not convinced, just beat him until he is convinced..."
Qin Feng broke into a cold sweat after hearing what Mr. Bai said. He originally looked like an expert in the world, but it turned out that he was so violent in his bones.
Although he is already ninety years old, Mr. Bai's thinking is very clear and his reactions are very sensitive. He still clearly remembers some things that happened in his early years.
Originally, Qin Feng only wanted to chat with the old man and hear about his master's past events, but soon he became intoxicated in the world that the old man described.
Because he was the direct disciple of the sharpshooter Li Shuwen, Mr. Bai had many interactions with the big guys in the martial arts world back then, and many secrets that were difficult for ordinary people to know were all revealed from his mouth.
One spoke enthusiastically, and the other listened enthusiastically. The old man and the young man did not change places, put out a set of tableware, and simply sat in the restaurant and started chatting. As for the other people, Bai Bin arranged to use them elsewhere.
Breakfast.
Bai Zhentian decided that the location of the Hongmen event would be in the old man's manor. Many vehicles parked outside the manor early in the morning, and the formerly peaceful manor gradually became noisy.
