Chapter 39: Conquering the Thunder Sword is Convincing People with Virtue
The Qingping sword is three feet and six inches long, completely black, with a green lotus carving on the jaw.
The Lei Sword is three feet and eight inches long, and the blade is bright and bright. The jaws of the sword are embossed with golden lion teeth that bite into the blade. It looks very mighty and domineering.
Well, or to use another word, saucy.
Although it was a tenth-level sword, it was thrown into the utility room and no one cared about it, piled together with other brooms like firewood.
An Zhisu found the dusty Lei Sword from the corner. He picked it up and shook a few sword flowers. He wiped the handle of the sword with a handkerchief before handing it to Ling Yun to break the path:
"Come on, let's try it. If we can successfully refine it, we won't have to go to the sword pool to get the second sword."
Ling Yunpo took the flying sword and tried to connect the qi machine to it.
As soon as it touched the blade of the sword, it was immediately bounced back.
What came back next was the voice of a very naughty middle-aged boy:
"Who wants to refine me? Zaxiu! Are you an immortal? Aren't you worthy?"
Ling Yunpo:………………
"Senior sister," he said seriously, "I don't have much experience in dealing with sword spirits, but I think a sword spirit like this can be thrown back into the sword pool and let it fight with other flying swords day and night.
"
Qing Pingjian's loud laughter and Lei Zhujian's furious curses came to mind, and An Zhisu could only be heard laughing:
"Junior brother, after all, Lei Shu is also a tenth-level immortal sword. Isn't it a pity to just throw it into the sword pool like this?"
Lei Zhujian breathed a sigh of relief and continued to sneer in his mind:
"Pfft, luckily this little girl knows the goods, but it's a pity that she hasn't even reached the Golden Core level. As for you, a rude miscellaneous cultivator, even if you can really become an immortal, you can't even think of subduing me!"
"Okay, senior sister." Ling Yunpo nodded, "Then I'll take it back and try to see if I can refine it."
"Yeah." An Zhisu said with a smile, "Take your time, it doesn't matter."
Taking the Thunder Sword back to the bedroom and placing it on the desk, Ling Yunpo asked:
"Ajing, Qingping, is there any way to train the sword spirit?"
Kunlun Mirror was silent for a long time and said:
"What training are you talking about?"
"Just make it obey my words." Ling Yunpo sneered, "For example, throw it into the pit of the dry toilet?"
"You are a human!" Qing Pingjian shouted in disbelief.
As a tenth-level immortal sword, there is no need to worry about what kind of material damage a small Qi-refining-level disciple can cause to it.
But being thrown into a cesspit...it was not very lethal and extremely humiliating. Lei Shangjian would rather destroy the sword spirit than retain such a memory.
"I take the liberty to ask, Lord Sword Master." Qing Pingjian asked cautiously, "If you throw it into that filthy place, even if you force it to surrender, you can't use it anymore, right? After all, it is already so smelly.
The sword..."
"It doesn't matter." Ling Yunpo Youyou said, "Just wash it clean. Anyway, you don't need to hold the flying sword in your hand to use it. Even if it smells bad, it will offend others, so I don't mind."
Qingping Sword:………………
It wanted to say "but I mind", but after thinking about it, I knew that this cold sword master would definitely not care about its senses.
So after thinking for a moment, Qing Ping Jian once again said to please:
"Sword Master, do you want me to try?"
"You?" Ling Yunpo said lazily, "How do you want to try?"
From his previous sparring session with Lin Duanshan, he knew that the Qingping Sword was no ordinary fairy sword - he had to take the initiative to extract its value.
"I can convince it." Qing Pingjian said flatteringly.
"How to convince..." Ling Yunpo had just said that, and suddenly asked cautiously, "Wait, isn't this a honey trap?!"
"Look what the Sword Master said." Qingping Jianjiao smiled, "For us sword spirits, we only have the gender we consider ourselves to be, but there is no natural distinction between male and female, so how can we use beauty tricks... beautiful sword tricks?
What do you say?"
"Besides, since I serve the Sword Master as my master, I will be the Sword Master's fairy sword in my future life, and I will be the Sword Master's broken sword in my death. How could I bend my will to flatter another sword..."
"Okay, okay." Ling Yunpo also felt that he seemed to have thought too much and was trying to find Lu by force, "Then I'll leave it to you, Qingping. Don't let me down."
He placed the Qingping Sword on the desk and walked out slowly, hands behind his back.
"Humph, Fan Tie, what do you want to do?" Lei Zhujian, who was lying on the table, asked arrogantly.
The next second, an extremely terrifying aura rose from the Qingping Sword beside him.
Ling Yunpo had nothing to do and walked around the top of Qingluo Peak for a while.
The peaks of Shushan Mountain are located in the realm of Tianfu, and are beautiful for thousands of miles. Although the scenery is not as magnificent as the Kunlun Snow Peak, it has a different exquisite and beautiful taste.
Trees and vines, clusters of flowers, mountain streams, birds flying and insects chirping are all a vibrant natural scenery.
By the stream behind the view, Ling Yunpo saw two lines of poetry carved on a stone wall next to him like a knife and an axe:
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Ling Yunpo:?
Looking at this writing, it doesn't look like it was written by Senior Sister An.
But his cheap master, Su Jian, a master of the Seven Killing Formation, is said to have been obsessed with swordsmanship all his life, so it is unlikely that he would have such lingering emotions.
Well, I just don’t know which senior left behind.
After walking around outside, Ling Yunpo returned to the wing again and saw two tenth-level swords still lying quietly on the table.
Ling Yunpo picked up the Qingping Sword, picked up the Thunder Sword, and connected his breath with it.
Lei Shangjian showed no resistance at all, which made him a little confused.
So he tried to communicate with him:
"Lei Shu, you..."
"Oh! The little one is here." Lei Zhijian said flatteringly, "Sword Master, what's the matter with calling the little one?"
Ling Yunpo:???
He wanted to show a black question mark expression, but considering that there was no audience around him at this time, he asked patiently again:
"Qingping...what did it say to you?"
"Sir Sword Master." Lei Zhujian said respectfully, "Your Majesty has taught me many principles, such as a good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a bright sword chooses its owner to benefit; and a sword can be proud, but cannot be arrogant..."
"Stop it." Ling Yunpo shouted to stop, interrupting its nagging, "What the hell is your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty Qingping considers herself the Queen of Swords, so the younger ones call her Your Majesty." Lei Zhijian said with a smile.
"Then what's your gender?"
"The little one has no gender for the time being." Lei Zhujian said quickly, "The sword master likes girls, so the little one will be a beautiful girl; if she is a good man, the little one will be a beautiful rabbit. The voice can also be changed accordingly..."
"Go, go, go!" Ling Yunpo scolded angrily, "What kind of masculine behavior are you talking about? From today on, speak with a little lolita voice!"
"I dare to ask, Lord Sword Master, who is this little loli..."
"A little girl of thirteen or fourteen."
"I obey, little one." Lei Zhujian began to pronounce, and his voice gradually became sharper and crisper, "Uh, oh, ah!"
In the end, success turned into a silvery, girly voice with a bit of milky flavor.
"Sword Master~ Is this okay?"
"Humph, that's it." Ling Yunpo said coldly.
He carried Qingping on his back, raised Lei Shu, calmly walked out of his room, turned around, came to Senior Sister An's door, and knocked on the door.
"Senior Sister An." He said solemnly, with a smile in his tone, "I have conquered the Thunder Sword!"
"Really?" An Zhisu heard the sound and hurriedly came over to open the door for him. Looking at the Thunder Sword in his hand, he asked in surprise, "How did you subdue it?"
"Of course it is to convince people with virtue!" Ling Yunpo said solemnly.