124, [Sword of Death]

The sound of the sword near the sword spread throughout the entire Demon Sect. No matter whose sword it was, it trembled violently.

Even the wooden hairpin in the second senior sister's hair shook slightly.

The second senior sister stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the wooden hairpin, as if to straighten it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin soon calmed down.

At the head of the Demon Sect, Shen Yan and others had already gathered together. Lin Chan was their junior sister and a natural sword fetus, so they naturally couldn't help but pay attention to her.

Of course, it was also to open a bet.

After hearing the sound of the sword near the sword, everyone's face changed drastically. Shen Yan took the lead and flew to Cangshan. The five of them soon arrived at the foot of Cangshan.

"Third Uncle." Everyone saluted Zhuge Laifu, who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.

Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he looked up at the top of Cangshan.

With their strength, the thick fog on the Cangshan Mountain might block their sight, but it definitely couldn't block their spiritual perception.

They could sense that the Jianqi Jin on the top of the mountain was constantly making sword sounds. It seemed a little anxious, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in the urgency.

The sword sound continued for a few breaths, and then it became quiet.

How to say it, Jianqi Jin seemed to be showing off his reserve. After making a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, he quickly chose to be quiet.

It has its own shelf, and its attitude is very high and a little bit pretentious.

For some reason, it seems to have taken a fancy to Lin Chan and chose her for the first time, wanting her to take it away from Cangshan.

It waited and waited on the top of the mountain, waiting for Lin Chan to climb to the top of the mountain.

At that time, it would first float in the air to examine her, and after putting on enough shelf, it would tremble slightly to express its recognition of her. Then, with her excited, it left Cangshan with her.

But what it didn't expect was that Lin Chan actually stopped at the spirit sword!

What is going on!

In fact, even Shen Yan and others were surprised.

They didn't think they could take Jian Qi Jin away before, they hoped that Lin Chan would take away [Ding Feng Bo]. That was the sword of their senior sister, the senior sister they respected!

But just now Lin Chan didn't seem to have the intention to continue climbing the mountain. She walked directly to the broken sword until Jian Qi Jin lost his temper. She stopped and looked towards the top of the mountain in confusion.

There was a big doubt on her small face.

She seemed to be wondering how a sword could make such a loud noise?

"It... its voice is so loud!" Lin Chan said in her heart.

The sudden sound of the sword just now was like a thunderclap in the ground for her. The intensity of the sound was like thunder, which scared the timid Lin Chan directly, and her thin body shook violently.

On the contrary, the broken sword in front of her was still as weak as a thread, as if it would "die" at any time.

It was like an old man lying on a sickbed. The vibration to Lin Chan and the faint sound of the sword just now could be regarded as a last gasp.

Lin Chan felt that she could feel its emotions. It was not begging for anything, but... a little unwilling?

Yes, it was unwilling.

Lin Chan now faced two choices.

One was the broken sword in front of her, a sword that was lingering on.

The other was Jian Qijin floating on the top of the mountain, a sword full of vigor and vitality.

The two seemed to be two extremes!

And under the sound of Jian Qijin's sword, all the swords on the entire Tibetan mountain fell silent, as if they succumbed to Jian Qijin's tyranny.

The [Ding Fengbo] also chose to be quiet, because it was Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu was Yan Li's first disciple, and its relationship with Jian Qijin was different from other swords.

Only this broken sword was still issuing a faint call, conveying its own will.

It was unwilling!

It was really unwilling!

I just don't know if it is unwilling to die or unwilling to do something else.

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…

Back mountain, cave.

Lu Xun frowned slightly as he listened to Mao Nanbei's description.

"Broken sword? Where did the broken sword come from?" He couldn't help but ask.

It was actually only a few months since he last climbed the mountain.

He remembered very clearly that when he climbed the mountain, there was no such broken sword on the mountain.

The broken sword was too special. If it was on the mountain at that time, Lu Xun would definitely notice it at a glance.

It was like a severely disabled person suddenly appeared in a row of people with healthy limbs. It was too obvious.

The strangest thing was that even if this sword was broken, even if the sword spirit was dying, it still had the level of a top-grade spiritual sword. So, before it was intact, it was at least an immortal sword, at least a purple-level one!

During this period of time in the Demon Sect, did any cultivator with a purple-level immortal sword die?

No!

Then where did this extra sword come from?

All of this revealed a hint of weirdness, and I always felt that there was something else going on!

Lu Xun asked in a low voice: "Did Xiao Chaner still not continue to climb the mountain?"

"No." Mao Nanbei's expression became serious.

That's the sword energy! The sword energy on the mountain was nurtured to the extreme by the senior brother using the sword-cultivation technique!

"Why is she still hesitating? It's really frustrating!" Mao Nanbei, who was sitting, couldn't help stamping his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just kicked in the air, which looked a little funny and cute.

On the contrary, Lu Xun thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and said: "Xiao Chan'er is a natural sword fetus. She is particularly sensitive to swords. Maybe she saw something that we can't see."

"Junior brother! That's the sword energy!" Mao Nanbei widened his cat eyes, his cat ears stood straight, and his little face was serious.

"I know, but let Xiao Chan'er do what she wants. It's fine as long as she likes it." Lu Xun said: "Besides, she is the only one who can make the decision in Cangshan."

Lu Xun actually asked himself just now, if Lin Chan took the broken sword, what would I feel?

He felt that he would be disappointed for a while, but he would not be angry or dissatisfied.

This little mute has suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live happily in the future.

After this period of time, he loves her from the bottom of his heart.

She wants this broken sword, so take it!

Isn't it just a little less task reward? When the public beta is released, I will double the pit from the sand sculpture players. What's the big deal?

As for the sword energy... you are so arrogant! Your wife ran away with me, and you are still arrogant! What are you arrogant about! You are still putting on an attitude!

He also warned himself: "If Xiao Chaner chooses the broken sword later, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and don't hit her. At that time, the expression must be in place, and I must show the level of the actor. This little girl is actually very delicate!"

After doing a good job of psychological preparation, Lu Xun sat with Mao Nanbei and waited for Lin Chan's choice.

And Lin Chan on the Tibetan Mountain quickly made his own decision!

She looked at the top of the mountain again, then resolutely squatted and took a step forward, reaching out to the broken sword.

This lingering broken sword reminded her of her grandfather before he passed away.

At that time, her grandfather was lying on the sickbed, with a breath hanging in his mouth, looking at her weakly, and kept muttering: "I dare not die, dare not die..."

He was worried about his mute granddaughter, so even if he only had one breath left, he was still fighting.

This broken sword was also fighting.

It's just that human power is sometimes limited, and grandpa died after all.

But this sword is different.

Lin Chan had a hunch that she seemed... could help it?

She didn't forget the words of her beautiful master. When the sword energy was about to make a sword sound, she relied on the special nature of her natural sword embryo to feel it carefully.

Then, she made her own judgment:

- If this broken sword is not too weak now, it is definitely not worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!

She thinks this broken sword is the best sword on the mountain!

Although Jian Qijin was arrogant, Lin Chan was always a polite child. Just like when she refused other magic weapons before, she also bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain to express her apology, and then directly grasped the hilt of the broken sword!

A white light enveloped her and teleported her out.

Jian Qijin on the top of the mountain was obviously confused, and made a sword sound again, looking a little angry.

Didn't choose me! ? Didn't choose me! ?

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But Lin Chan had been teleported to the foot of the mountain.

The white light flashed, and Lin Chan's thin figure emerged, her thin arm tightly holding the broken sword.

In the wooden house at the foot of Zangshan Mountain, the dumb old man did not walk out of the wooden house. He had a relieved smile on his face, then slowly bent down, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin Chan, and made a great salute, and he didn't get up for a long time.

On the top of the mountain behind, a gentleman in white stood outside the small study, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, with a faint smile on his face, and...

-deep memories.

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(ps: Second update, asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets on Monday~~~)