Early the next morning, Chen Xuanyi and I groomed ourselves, and then, led by Zhang Song, we entered a quiet villa in the northern suburbs of Chongqing City.
Walking into the fish pond in the front yard of the villa, I saw the master of Laoshan, who was holding bait in his hand and slowly feeding the koi.
The light that night was too dark, and the situation was complicated, so we didn't have time to see the master's elegance up close. It wasn't until we narrowed the distance that we could see his honor.
This "Qin Zhenren", who has dominated the Eastern Province and has had the say in Laoshan for more than thirty years, is a short, slim, easy-going old man.
Except for the gray beard on his face, which makes him look a bit sloppy and weird, he is no different from ordinary old people.
When Chen Xuanyi and I went to visit, he had just finished feeding the bait in his hands, then clapped his hands, turned to look at us with a smile, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bamboo stool next to him, indicating that Chen Xuanyi and I should sit down.
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We followed the instructions and sat on the bamboo stools very respectfully. Just as we were about to say thank you, Master Qin had already waved his hands and said, "You don't have to be polite when you get here. Lin Dongting and I have been friends for a long time, but we have never had the opportunity to meet each other. Today we can meet
His grandson's appearance is a great regret in his life."
I hurriedly asked, "Zhenzhen Qin has also heard of my grandfather?"
He smiled and said that of course he had heard about it, but I have been active in the north for many years, while your old man has always been walking in the southwest. Therefore, although he has been famous for a long time, he has never been able to find an opportunity to ask for advice. Now Lin Dongting has entered
I have joined the General Administration of Religion and am busy with secular affairs, so I am afraid that I will never have the chance to meet my husband.
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Chen Xuanyi and said with a faint smile, "However, Master Canghai and I occasionally move around. It has been ten years since we last saw each other in the imperial capital. Later, I heard about what happened to you in Qingcheng Mountain.
During the great calamity, your master was poisoned and injured by a traitor from the Demon Cult. I wonder if his body has recovered?"
Chen Xuanyi quickly said respectfully, "Thank you for your concern, senior. Master, my master's body has recovered quite well. However, a few days ago, his meridians were injured by Qianri Powder Poison, which caused great damage to his cultivation. I'm afraid he will never be able to return to his peak in this life."
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"Sigh...Why does this old ghost Pu Zhenshan act so viciously?"
After hearing this, Qin Zhenren was indifferent for a long time, and sighed helplessly, "Your master, Canghai Zhenren, was also considered a leader among people back then, but it was a pity that he met someone who was not kind. If he hadn't had an affair with Pu Zhenshan's orphan girl back then,
That ridiculous thing... Haha, that's all, it's over a long time ago. I'm not a person who likes to talk behind his back. When you return to the mountain gate, say hello to him on my behalf."
"Yes!" Chen Xuan bowed and accepted the order, then bowed his head and bowed again.
After chatting like this for a while, Master Qin fixed his gaze on the Black Demon Knife on my back. A light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let out a sigh, pointing to the dark scabbard, and asked, could this thing be the Black Demon Knife?
I nodded quickly and said yes!
Master Qin laughed and said to me, "My dear friend, can you lend it to me to look at?"
I immediately unsheathed the sword, but when I was about to hand it out, I hesitated for a moment and whispered, "To be honest, senior, my old man planted a restriction on the blade of the sword, unless it is a person with the blood of the Lin family.
, and cannot be touched by others.”
"It doesn't matter, just give it to me."
Master Qin chuckled and still reached out to take it. Seeing this, I had no choice but to hand over the Black Demon Knife.
Sure enough, as soon as Qin Zhenren's fingers touched the handle of the knife, a fierce aura immediately rose up from the black magic knife, and the blade "buzzed" and trembled, like an angry dragon trying to be controlled by Qin Zhenren.
"Don't make trouble, be good..."
Qin Zhenren didn't take it seriously, stretched out a few fingers, lightly touched the spine of the knife, and pressed it down.
In an instant, the trembling blade shook in vain, and suddenly it was like a tamed lion, lying very obediently in the palm of his hand.
"Master..." I was stunned for a moment, but Master Qin looked up, smiled, waved to me and said, "Don't worry, I just want to borrow it for a look, and I won't hurt it."
As he spoke, Qin Zhenren touched his palm on the handle of the knife, and with a slight twitch, the dark blade immediately turned over, releasing a black luster in his hand that flickered endlessly.
Qin Zhenren put his hand on the back of the sword and sighed quietly, "Oh, this black magic sword has been missing in the world for a long time. I am only famous and have never seen him. Unexpectedly, it was taken away by Lin Kuangtu.
Already."
I asked hurriedly, "Does anyone really know the origin of this knife?"
"Naturally!" Qin Zhenren returned the black magic sword to its scabbard, handed it back to me with both hands, and pointed at the scabbard and said, "The previous owner of this magic sword was nicknamed 'Chasing the Wind Demon Slayer'. He rose to prominence during the Ming Dynasty.
The world has created countless bloody storms, and countless celebrities have died under this magic sword."
"Later, it was said that Qingzhou Tiger Peng Qiye joined hands with your grandfather to jointly challenge him. No one knows the specific details of that battle. I only know that from then on, 'Chasing the Wind Demon Slash' disappeared from the world. Now look
Come on, that evil lord finally died at the hands of your grandfather."
I remained silent, listening to my grandfather's past events, but my heart was filled with fascination. It seemed that my grandfather must have won that battle with great difficulty, otherwise he would not have kept this black magic sword to this day.
It was donated to me by Yue Tao.
Qin Zhenren smiled again and said, "Now that you have inherited the Black Demon Sword and become famous in the world, it should be a great joy, but I still have some advice for you.
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I nodded, "Senior, please speak!"
"Be careful of Pu Zhenshan. As far as I know, Pu Zhenshan has been looking for the whereabouts of this black magic knife for decades. Now that it appears in your hand, I am afraid that sooner or later, this old guy Pu Zhenshan will also find the whereabouts of this black magic knife."
They will come upon hearing the wind."
ah?
I was so shocked that I quickly stood up from the bamboo stool and said, "Crazy Blade is looking for it?"
"Yes!"
Qin Zhenren said in a faint tone, "Wind Chasing Demon Slash is Kuang Dao's mentor. If the old monster hadn't died in your grandfather's hands, this Black Demon Sword should have been passed down and passed on to Kuang Dao.
Unexpectedly, things are unpredictable, but now it has become your saber. According to the personality of the old man Park Zhenshan, he will never ignore it."
After listening, I was completely stunned. When I looked back at Chen Xuanyi, I found that his expression was even more exaggerated than mine, and his whole face was almost green with fear.
The total shadow brought by Crazy Sword Pu Zhenshan to me and Chen Xuanyi definitely exceeds that of Three Bedrooms and One Living Room.
That guy is the master of Demon Sword Ji Yunfei, and he is as famous as Feng Mo, and is also among the top ten elders of the Demon Sect.
What's even more frightening is that Crazy Sword has not yet passed its peak, and his ability is far beyond that of a dying Feng Mo.
Damn, what does my old man mean? You know that Pu Zhenshan is also looking for the Black Demon Knife, why did you give it to me? Are you not afraid that one day this old demon will get the news and kill me?