Chapter 8.26

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date="2020-12-24"

title="Chapter 8.26 "

weight="113506"

series = ["My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World"]

mode = "manual"

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"The iron armored spider can inspire the defensive shield to protect the lord. It likes to eat dead leaf flies and scythes. It is easy to breed and has strong resistance to ordinary beast symbols..."

"White-striped deer, has healing talents, likes to eat green grass, easy to raise, high vigilance, difficult to bond..."

"Single-eyed spirit bats can attack the enemy with sound waves. They like to eat mortal rats. They are easy to raise, few in number, and not easy to fix their souls..."

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After a while, Jingyue spent his nights and sleeps studying various beasts of fixed beasts, and drove them to death. After half a month, they finally made a job. He set a suitable price based on different Fulus and handed it over to Wang Xiaoli to arrange.

Two days later, a few college students walked through Lecheng Street with their heads high and drew everyone in awe.

"Wow, is that the iron armored spirit spider? Ahhh, that is the white-stranded spirit deer!"

"The white-stranded spirit deer used to look like this. It was the first time I saw it. It's so cute."

At this time, a bat flew to the shoulder of a man carrying a gourd, and a little girl among the passersby yelled in fear, leading her elders and saying: "Don't be afraid, that is also a spirit beast, called a single-eyed spirit bat... Wait? One-eyed spirit bat? Could it be my dazzling?"

"Isn't that the single-eyed spirit bat that is ranked third on the list of the most difficult beasts to conquer in ten years and it is difficult to successfully complete the bond?"

"Yes, yes, I remember that the white-lined spirit deer was ranked fifth. It's not right...their spirit beasts seem to find it hard to recognize the Lord, how can they be so close to them?"

"It's worthy of being a student of Jiutian Academy, with extraordinary methods."

Listening to the praise from passers-by, the chests of several students were tall, and they only felt that the college tokens deliberately displayed on their waists were also more dazzling.

They all returned from the beast fort, and they all used the fixed beast talisman refined by Jingyue, and they all succeeded in one fell swoop.

When they returned to the Jiutian Academy, the sensation they caused was unnecessary to mention. In short, Wang Xiaoli received the spirit stone and was softened. Some people paid it back, and later people rushed to send the deposit.

At the same time, Wang Xiaoli also brought a message to Jingyue, saying that the Beast Fort had contacted the Cold Cloud Sect shop several times and wanted more Wooden Heavenly Sparrow Set Beast Talisman.

But Jingyue had no psychological knowledge for all of this, and he devoted himself to the sword of knowledge. Fortunately, since he woke up Ku Sheng, he and the sword seem to have a better understanding, and the ability to recognize swords has reached a higher level. He can recognize hundreds of swords a day, otherwise he will not complete the task that Qin Yanzhi explained.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the annual exam.

In the early morning of that day, the sky's glorious sunrise had not faded, and all the students majoring in kendo gathered at the gate of Jiange.

Everyone looks different, some are confident, some are calm, and some are uneasy. Jingyue... is the fourth type that is clearly uneasy and still pretends to be quiet.

Next to him, a few monks whispered about the assessment method, and some people shared various gossips they inquired, but Jingyue was a little absent-minded. Although he knew all the hidden swords in the sword pavilion, he always felt that the assessment was not easy, and there might be some unexpected obstacles...

I was thinking about it, Qin Yanzhi came, he was wearing a rare purple dress today, and the morning light painted his outline—the bridge of the nose was tall, the eyes were sharp, the thin lips were pale red, and he looked a little affectionate.

Jingyue thought in a daze, Qin Zhenjun has so many robes. He has seen each other so many times, it seems that the style or color is not the same every time...

When he was distracted, Qin Yanzhi had already entered the subject, "Today's assessment, no one is allowed to borrow spiritual knowledge, only hearing is allowed in the five senses. I will take the sword at will, and you need to tell me which one it is from the sound of the sword. The sword, including the name, size, material, and suitable technique! I got a wrong answer and will continue to stay in the Tibetan sword pavilion next year."

There was a silence in the field, and many students suspected that Qin Zhenjun wanted to deliberately embarrass them, and even those who were originally full of confidence were worried.

For Jingyue, this worry is even worse, because Qin Yanzhi's eyes fell on him.

"you first."

Jingyue: "..."

It's really unkind! Let him wait and see if he doesn't release the water!

As the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect, if he fails the test, I am afraid that the news will spread throughout the Jiutian Academy in less than half a day, and the entire cultivation world in less than a month!

Although his heart was overwhelmed, he calmly stepped forward on the surface, and slowly closed his eyes in front of Qin Yanzhi, closing his four senses.

His world went into darkness, there was no light, no smell, and he couldn't even feel the morning temperature, but his hearing seemed to be sharper.

Outside of the darkness, Qin Yanzhi waved his hand, and a certain sword box in the sword pavilion was inspired to rush out and stop firmly in front of him. Qin Yanzhi took out the long sword cautiously, flicked two fingers, and a dull sound was transmitted into everyone's ears.

At that moment, Jingyue settled down miraculously, and a painting gradually formed in his consciousness.

At the beginning, the painting was outlined by lines, simple but detailed, gradually, the painting was dyed with colors, and the people and scenes on the painting came to life...

The lush green hills set off the clouds and the clouds on the horizon, and the rising sun gilded the edges of the clouds. The trajectory of the bird cut through the clouds and mist, like a swimming fish jumping out of the sea. In the end, it landed on an old tree in a small village.

There was a blacksmith's shop not far away. The shirtless man was wielding a giant hammer and hammering the embryo in his hand. The sweat rolled off his bronze skin, as if he was caught in a rainstorm.

A little boy with horns and braids squatted beside him and said, "Daddy, the dog wants to play too."

The man smiled heartily: "Daddy is not playing, Daddy is playing a good sword for the guests."

Gougan: "That Gougan wants to play a good sword too."

The man laughed more and more, "Okay! We have ambitions!"

Early the next morning, Dog Dan found a bench in the yard, and a hard cyan stone was fixed on one end of the bench.

He questioned the big man with puzzled eyes, and the other party smiled and rubbed his head, "Dogdan is young and can't wield a hammer. Dad found you a sharpening stone. Googdan will go to the woods to move a piece of you. The stone that can be moved, if you sharpen it, you can make a good sword, but you can't give it up halfway."

Gou Dan was so excited that he hopped to the woods. A woman came out of the room and groaned to the big man: "You are not serious, and you tease Gou Dan, how can a stone become a sword?"

The big man touched his head with a smirk: "I just want to find something for the dog to do. He has no martial arts and can only be a mortal in this life. Simply let him exercise his strength and patience since he was a child, and he will inherit his father's work when he grows up. "

The woman's expression darkened, and she sighed faintly.

At noon, Gougan came back with a stone half his height. The stone was heavy. Gougan had to take a few steps and put it down to rest. He was panting, his face was red, like an apple. .

Although the big man was secretly surprised, he kept laughing, and he didn't mean to step forward to help.

When Goudan finally carried the stone on the sharpening stone, the big man taught him how to sharpen the sword, and then concentrated on his work.

From this day on, Goudan began to sharpen his sword day after day.

He sits on the bench early in the morning and grinds and grinds, and he grinds to rest at night, never seeming to feel boring. Even though the stone could not see any changes, he was not discouraged. He believed that Dad said-more grinding, you can sharpen a good sword.

When he knew that Daddy had cheated him and that the stone could not be sharpened into a sword, he had already formed a habit.

Gougan dad and mother faintly felt that this was not good, but there was no harm in talking about it. They saw that Gougan's body was indeed exercised very strong, and he had hardly been sick since he was a child, so they let him go.

In this way, Gougan has grown to eighteen years old, to the age of marriage.

Goudan invited a matchmaker to propose marriage. The girl she liked was the girl from the next village, but when the other party heard that Goudan would only hold a stone to sharpen a sword, and the blacksmith hadn't learned the least, she declined.

After that, they raised marriages several times, although the objects were different, but the ending was the same. Until Goudan was in his early twenties, there was still no girl willing to marry him.

Gougan's father and mother persuaded his son countless times, hoping that he would let go of the rock and learn the craft of ironing, but Gougan is always like the stone he polished, so stubborn that they are helpless.

In the village there are rumors that Goudan is a fool, not a wife, just a stone.

When Goudan was twenty-six years old, his mother couldn't bear it and asked the blacksmith to throw away the goudan stone at night.

Goudan was silent for a long time after discovering it, and said: "The stone is already a little smaller, and it can be turned into a sword. This is the first sword I made. It must not be abandoned halfway."

He seemed to be telepathic, and found his piece in the mountains and rocks, but when he returned home, there was a torrential rain, unfortunately, the dog egg rolled down from the mountain.

When the villagers found him, he was unconscious, but he still held his stone in his arms.

When the dog is conscious, he has broken a leg, even if he is cured, he will only be a lame man. The bitch girl was almost blind from crying, and she regretted that she couldn't kill herself. The blacksmith also sighed and became ten years old overnight.

But Goudan didn't seem to care, and when he could walk on crutches, he resumed his old career.

This time no one talked about him again. He seemed to be back when he was a child, and his parents always laughed at him grinding stones. It's just now that there is an unresolved sadness in that smile.

As spring passes and autumn comes, the old tree in front of the house has withered and sprouted several times, and the parents of the dog eggs are old and pass away one after another.

When his mother was dead, he asked the dog egg: "Why are you so stubborn?"

Gou Dan held the half-small stone in his arms, and said, "This is the first sword I made. It must not be abandoned halfway."

The light in his mother's eyes gradually dimmed, and the dog egg clamped the stone in his arms tightly.

Finally there was only one dog egg left in the blacksmith's shop, the fire in the iron stove never ignited, and the copper and iron in the utility room were also rusty and covered with dust.

Year after year, the wild flowers in the mountains bloomed and thanked. People of the same generation of dogs have great grandchildren, and he still grinds his stones.

People in the village are accustomed to the behavior of Gougan, and have long lost the interest in talking about him. Only occasionally when communicating with other villagers, they will mention Gougan as a weird person.

One night, the mountain shook suddenly, and the villagers hurriedly escaped from their homes. They saw the direction of the blacksmith's shop. A dazzling white light cut through the mist and went straight to the dark moon!

In the light, there was an old man holding a big sword rising higher and higher until it disappeared.

At the same time, all the magic weapons in this small realm roared at the same time, and the martial arts masters were all trembling, and they all sensed that there was a magic weapon coming out!

When the magic light gradually disappeared, the villagers found that the blacksmith shop had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a bottomless crack on the ground. The village was divided into two halves with the old tree as the boundary.

Soon, a martial arts expert came here, saw the cracks on the ground, and listened to the stories of the villagers. He bowed to the cracks and sighed: "I use the stone to sharpen the sword and the sword to sharpen the heart. There is no martial soul. Mortals can also prove the way to ascend..."

This is the 16th and 12th sword that Jingyue knows. He said: "This sword is called Shixin. It is about eight inches long and one inch wide. The sword is made of common stone and is suitable for all the techniques of soil attributes. ."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another sword sound in my ear.

The sound didn't seem to be heavy, and the scene in Jingyue's consciousness also changed - he saw a young girl.

The young girl practiced swords since she was a child, and she came out of the world at the beginning of sixteen.

There is also a softness in the girl's heart. She once made a wish to the sky full of stars, and will marry a virtuous gentleman in the future.

But her life is always miserable. The people she loved and the people who loved her always turned against her, always drifting away.

Until she was forty-six, the middle-aged female swordsman could not find a gentleman she recognized. So, she chose a good day and auspicious day to celebrate the wedding banquet. It was not any man who visited her, but her sword.

After that, this sword was given a new name-Gentleman Sword.

"This sword is called the Gentleman's Sword. It is about twelve inches long and one inch wide. The sword is made of fine iron and is suitable for all-attribute exercises."

After Jingyue finished speaking, he heard the sound of the sword again.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he spoke without thinking: "This sword is about fifteen inches in length and one and a half inches in width. The sword is made of tin and copper. It is also suitable for all the techniques of soil attributes. It is called... ."

"Very well, you passed."

A clear voice replaced Jianming. Jingyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and just hit Qin Yanzhi's sight.

I don't know if it is his illusion, but only feel that there is a hint of warmth in the dark pool of the opponent's eyes.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

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Q: What do you like best?

Slap!

Q: What is Jingjing's favorite?

Soaring!

Q: What do you like best about rouge?

sword!

At the end of the interview, the reporter was suddenly shielded when the manuscript was published. The Chaoyang crowd who refused to reveal their true identity found him, lowered his voice and said: Jiji secretly said to you, in fact, what Qin Fungus likes most is not swords, but buying clothes! colorful! Both!

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Unknown people exposed themselves for a second, silly.

Gay Zi doesn't say much, and what you said about the confidant Jingjing is back! Don't think about it!

ps. I know that some readers don't like stories other than the protagonist, but each story is the vine that enriches this article. I don't know how to write a sword to be boring, and there is no way to avoid small stories. In short, the title is marked, and it will be marked in the future, so it is convenient to skip the order. I am super considerate.

Attention, attention, the mistake will be corrected today, not an update!