Chapter 124
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The sound of the sword was heard all over the demon clan. No matter whose sword it was, it trembled fiercely.
Even the wooden hairpin inserted in the second elder martial sister's hair shook slightly.
The second elder martial sister stretched out her slender finger and gently touched the wooden hairpin, which seemed to be righting it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin soon calmed down.
The first peak of the demon sect, Shen Yan and others have long been together. Lin Chan is their junior sister and born sword fetus. Naturally, they can't help paying attention.
Of course, to make a bet.
After hearing the sound of the sword, everyone's face changed greatly. Shen Yan took the lead and flew to the Tibetan mountain. The five people soon came to the foot of the Tibetan mountain.
"Third martial uncle." they first saluted Zhuge Laifu who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he was looking up at the top of the Tibetan mountain.
With their strength, the thick fog on the Tibetan mountain may block their sight, but it can never block their divine perception.
They can feel the sword spirit near the top of the mountain, and the sword sound is constantly making. It seems urgent, and there is a trace of dissatisfaction in the urgency.
The sound of the sword continued for a few more breaths, and then it became quiet.
How to say, the sword Qi was close, just like being reserved. After sending out a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, he soon chose to be quiet.
It has its own shelf, high posture, and a little carried.
I don't know why. It seems to have a crush on Lin Chan. For the first time, it chose her and wanted her to take herself away from the Tibetan mountain.
It waited and waited at the top of the mountain, waiting for Lin Chan to climb to the top of the mountain.
At that time, it will first float in the air to examine her, put enough shelves, and then tremble slightly to show its recognition of her. Then, with her excited face, she left the Tibetan mountain with her.
But to his surprise, Lin Chan stopped at the spirit sword!
What are you doing!
In fact, even Shen Yan and others felt surprised.
They didn't think they could take away the sword Qi before. They wanted Lin Chan to take away [calm the storm]. That's their elder martial sister's sword. It's their respected elder martial sister!
But just now, Lin cicada didn't seem to have the meaning to continue climbing. She went directly to the broken sword. Until the sword was almost out of breath, she stopped, and then looked in the direction of the top of the mountain in doubt.
There was a big doubt on his small face.
She seemed to wonder, how could a sword scream so loud?
"It... Its voice is so loud!" Lin Chan said in her heart.
The sudden sound of the sword just now was no different to her, so there was a thunder on the ground. The sound intensity was like thunder, which made the timid Lin cicada jump directly, and her thin and small body shook violently.
On the contrary, the broken sword in front of me is still as angry as a hairspring, as if it would "die" at any time.
It is like an old man in his old age, lying on his sickbed. The vibration of the cicada and the faint sound of the sword can be regarded as a reflection.
Lin Chan felt as if she could feel her emotions. She was not begging for anything, but... Unwilling?
Yes, it is unwilling.
Today's forest cicada faces two choices.
One is the broken sword in front of her, a lingering sword.
Second, the sword spirit suspended on the top of the mountain is close, a spirited sword.
The two seem to be two extremes!
Under the sound of the sword, all the swords on the whole Tibetan mountain calmed down, as if they were succumbing to the obscene power of the sword.
The [calm storm] also chose to be quiet, because it is Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu is Yan Li's first disciple. Its relationship with sword Qi is different from other swords.
Only the broken sword is still sending out a weak call and conveying its will.
It's not willing!
It's really unwilling!
I just don't know whether he is unwilling to die or not.
……
……
Back mountain, cave.
Lu Xun frowned as he listened to the cat's description of the north and the south.
"Broken sword? Where did you get the broken sword?" he couldn't help saying.
It's only a few months since he last climbed the mountain.
He remembered clearly that when he climbed the mountain, there was no such a broken sword on the mountain.
The broken sword was so special that Lu Xun would have noticed it if it had been on the mountain at that time.
It's like a severely disabled person suddenly appears in a row of people with sound limbs, which is too obvious.
The strangest thing is that even if the sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it still has the level of top-grade spirit sword. Then, before it is intact, it is at least a fairy sword, at least purple!
During this period of time, did any practitioner with purple immortal sword die?
No!
Where did this sword come from?
All this reveals a trace of strangeness. I always feel that there is something else in it!
Lu Xun asked in a low voice, "did little cicada still not continue climbing?"
"No." the small expressions of the cat's north and South became serious.
That's sword power! On the mountain, the elder martial brother raised Wen's sword skill to the extreme. The sword Qi is close!
"Why is she still hesitating? She's so anxious!" the sitting cat stamped his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just kicked in the air, which looked funny and cute.
On the contrary, after thinking for a moment, Lu Xun took a deep breath and said, "little cicada is born with a sword fetus. She is particularly sensitive to the sword. Maybe she sees something we can't see."
"Younger martial brother! That's a sword!" the cat stared at his cat's eyes from north to south. A pair of cat's ears stood straight and his face was serious.
"I know, but I'd better follow the little cicada's own mind. She likes it." Lu Xun said, "not to mention that only she can make decisions on the Tibetan mountain."
Lu Xun just asked himself, if Lin Chan took the broken sword, what would I feel?
He felt that he would be lost for a while, but he would not be angry or dissatisfied.
The little mute has suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live happily in the next days.
After this time, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.
If she wants this broken sword, take it!
Don't you just get a little less task reward? Just double the pit on the sand carving players after the public test. What's the big deal?
As for the sword Qi... You put on a fart! Your wife ran away with me. You still have a bad fart on your face! What are you arrogant about! And pose!
He also warned himself: "later, if little cicada chooses to break the sword, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and don't hit her. At that time, my expression must be in place and take out the level of movie emperor. This little girl is actually delicate!"
After doing a good job in psychological construction, Lu Xun sat with the cat north and south, waiting for Lin Chan's choice.
The forest cicada on the Tibetan mountain soon made his own decision!
She took another look at the top of the mountain, then squatted resolutely and took a step forward, reaching for the broken sword.
The lingering broken sword reminded her of her grandfather before she died.
At that time, Grandpa was lying on his bed with a breath in his mouth. He looked at himself weakly and kept saying, "I dare not die, dare not die..."
He was worried about his mute granddaughter, so even if there was only one breath left, he was fighting.
The broken sword is also fighting.
But sometimes the manpower was poor, and grandpa died after all.
But this sword is different.
Lin Chan has an intuition. It seems that she... Can help it?
She didn't forget what the beautiful master said. Just when the sword Qi was about to make a sword sound, she felt it carefully by relying on the particularity of her natural sword fetus.
Then she made her own judgment:
——This broken sword, if not too weak now, is no worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!
She thinks this broken sword is the best sword in the mountain!
Although the sword spirit was arrogant, Lin Chan was always a polite child. Just like when she refused other magic weapons, she also bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain to express her apology, and then directly held the handle of the broken sword!
A white light enveloped her and sent her out.
The sword Qi at the top of the mountain was obviously confused. A sword sound was emitted again, which seemed a little angry.
Didn't choose me!? Didn't choose me!?
╭(°A°`)╮
The cicada has been transported to the foot of the mountain.
The white light flickered, and the thin figure of Lin Chan emerged. Her thin arm held the broken sword tightly.
In the wooden house at the foot of the Tibetan mountain, the mute old man didn't go out of the wooden house. There was a happy smile on his face. Then he slowly bent down, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin cicada, made a big gift, and didn't get up for a long time.
At the top of Houshan mountain, the gentleman in white stood outside the small study, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and showed a faint smile on his face, as well as
——Deep memories.
……
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The sound of the sword was heard all over the demon clan. No matter whose sword it was, it trembled fiercely.
Even the wooden hairpin inserted in the second elder martial sister's hair shook slightly.
The second elder martial sister stretched out her slender finger and gently touched the wooden hairpin, which seemed to be righting it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin soon calmed down.
The first peak of the demon sect, Shen Yan and others have long been together. Lin Chan is their junior sister and born sword fetus. Naturally, they can't help paying attention.
Of course, to make a bet.
After hearing the sound of the sword, everyone's face changed greatly. Shen Yan took the lead and flew to the Tibetan mountain. The five people soon came to the foot of the Tibetan mountain.
"Third martial uncle." they first saluted Zhuge Laifu who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he was looking up at the top of the Tibetan mountain.
With their strength, the thick fog on the Tibetan mountain may block their sight, but it can never block their divine perception.
They can feel the sword spirit near the top of the mountain, and the sword sound is constantly making. It seems urgent, and there is a trace of dissatisfaction in the urgency.
The sound of the sword continued for a few more breaths, and then it became quiet.
How to say, the sword Qi was close, just like being reserved. After sending out a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, he soon chose to be quiet.
It has its own shelf, high posture, and a little carried.
I don't know why. It seems to have a crush on Lin Chan. For the first time, it chose her and wanted her to take herself away from the Tibetan mountain.
It waited and waited at the top of the mountain, waiting for Lin Chan to climb to the top of the mountain.
At that time, it will first float in the air to examine her, put enough shelves, and then tremble slightly to show its recognition of her. Then, with her excited face, she left the Tibetan mountain with her.
But to his surprise, Lin Chan stopped at the spirit sword!
What are you doing!
In fact, even Shen Yan and others felt surprised.
They didn't think they could take away the sword Qi before. They wanted Lin Chan to take away [calm the storm]. That's their elder martial sister's sword. It's their respected elder martial sister!
But just now, Lin cicada didn't seem to have the meaning to continue climbing. She went directly to the broken sword. Until the sword was almost out of breath, she stopped, and then looked in the direction of the top of the mountain in doubt.
There was a big doubt on his small face.
She seemed to wonder, how could a sword scream so loud?
"It... Its voice is so loud!" Lin Chan said in her heart.
The sudden sound of the sword just now was no different to her, so there was a thunder on the ground. The sound intensity was like thunder, which made the timid Lin cicada jump directly, and her thin and small body shook violently.
On the contrary, the broken sword in front of me is still as angry as a hairspring, as if it would "die" at any time.
It is like an old man in his old age, lying on his sickbed. The vibration of the cicada and the faint sound of the sword can be regarded as a reflection.
Lin Chan felt as if she could feel her emotions. She was not begging for anything, but... Unwilling?
Yes, it is unwilling.
Today's forest cicada faces two choices.
One is the broken sword in front of her, a lingering sword.
Second, the sword spirit suspended on the top of the mountain is close, a spirited sword.
The two seem to be two extremes!
Under the sound of the sword, all the swords on the whole Tibetan mountain calmed down, as if they were succumbing to the obscene power of the sword.
The [calm storm] also chose to be quiet, because it is Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu is Yan Li's first disciple. Its relationship with sword Qi is different from other swords.
Only the broken sword is still sending out a weak call and conveying its will.
It's not willing!
It's really unwilling!
I just don't know whether he is unwilling to die or not.
……
……
Back mountain, cave.
Lu Xun frowned as he listened to the cat's description of the north and the south.
"Broken sword? Where did you get the broken sword?" he couldn't help saying.
It's only a few months since he last climbed the mountain.
He remembered clearly that when he climbed the mountain, there was no such a broken sword on the mountain.
The broken sword was so special that Lu Xun would have noticed it if it had been on the mountain at that time.
It's like a severely disabled person suddenly appears in a row of people with sound limbs, which is too obvious.
The strangest thing is that even if the sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it still has the level of top-grade spirit sword. Then, before it is intact, it is at least a fairy sword, at least purple!
During this period of time, did any practitioner with purple immortal sword die?
No!
Where did this sword come from?
All this reveals a trace of strangeness. I always feel that there is something else in it!
Lu Xun asked in a low voice, "did little cicada still not continue climbing?"
"No." the small expressions of the cat's north and South became serious.
That's sword power! On the mountain, the elder martial brother raised Wen's sword skill to the extreme. The sword Qi is close!
"Why is she still hesitating? She's so anxious!" the sitting cat stamped his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just kicked in the air, which looked funny and cute.
On the contrary, after thinking for a moment, Lu Xun took a deep breath and said, "little cicada is born with a sword fetus. She is particularly sensitive to the sword. Maybe she sees something we can't see."
"Younger martial brother! That's a sword!" the cat stared at his cat's eyes from north to south. A pair of cat's ears stood straight and his face was serious.
"I know, but I'd better follow the little cicada's own mind. She likes it." Lu Xun said, "not to mention that only she can make decisions on the Tibetan mountain."
Lu Xun just asked himself, if Lin Chan took the broken sword, what would I feel?
He felt that he would be lost for a while, but he would not be angry or dissatisfied.
The little mute has suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live happily in the next days.
After this time, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.
If she wants this broken sword, take it!
Don't you just get a little less task reward? Just double the pit on the sand carving players after the public test. What's the big deal?
As for the sword Qi... You put on a fart! Your wife ran away with me. You still have a bad fart on your face! What are you arrogant about! And pose!
He also warned himself: "later, if little cicada chooses to break the sword, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and don't hit her. At that time, my expression must be in place and take out the level of movie emperor. This little girl is actually delicate!"
After doing a good job in psychological construction, Lu Xun sat with the cat north and south, waiting for Lin Chan's choice.
The forest cicada on the Tibetan mountain soon made his own decision!
She took another look at the top of the mountain, then squatted resolutely and took a step forward, reaching for the broken sword.
The lingering broken sword reminded her of her grandfather before she died.
At that time, Grandpa was lying on his bed with a breath in his mouth. He looked at himself weakly and kept saying, "I dare not die, dare not die..."
He was worried about his mute granddaughter, so even if there was only one breath left, he was fighting.
The broken sword is also fighting.
But sometimes the manpower was poor, and grandpa died after all.
But this sword is different.
Lin Chan has an intuition. It seems that she... Can help it?
She didn't forget what the beautiful master said. Just when the sword Qi was about to make a sword sound, she felt it carefully by relying on the particularity of her natural sword fetus.
Then she made her own judgment:
——This broken sword, if not too weak now, is no worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!
She thinks this broken sword is the best sword in the mountain!
Although the sword spirit was arrogant, Lin Chan was always a polite child. Just like when she refused other magic weapons, she also bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain to express her apology, and then directly held the handle of the broken sword!
A white light enveloped her and sent her out.
The sword Qi at the top of the mountain was obviously confused. A sword sound was emitted again, which seemed a little angry.
Didn't choose me!? Didn't choose me!?
╭(°A°`)╮
The cicada has been transported to the foot of the mountain.
The white light flickered, and the thin figure of Lin Chan emerged. Her thin arm held the broken sword tightly.
In the wooden house at the foot of the Tibetan mountain, the mute old man didn't go out of the wooden house. There was a happy smile on his face. Then he slowly bent down, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin cicada, made a big gift, and didn't get up for a long time.
At the top of Houshan mountain, the gentleman in white stood outside the small study, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and showed a faint smile on his face, as well as
——Deep memories.
……
(PS: second watch, ask for monthly tickets and recommended tickets on Monday ~ ~)
The sound of the sword was heard all over the demon clan. No matter whose sword it was, it trembled fiercely.Even the wooden hairpin inserted in the second elder martial sister's hair shook slightly.The second elder martial sister stretched out her slender finger and gently touched the wooden hairpin, which seemed to be righting it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin soon calmed down.The first peak of the demon sect, Shen Yan and others have long been together. Lin Chan is their junior sister and born sword fetus. Naturally, they can't help paying attention.Of course, to make a bet.After hearing the sound of the sword, everyone's face changed greatly. Shen Yan took the lead and flew to the Tibetan mountain. The five people soon came to the foot of the Tibetan mountain."Third martial uncle." they first saluted Zhuge Laifu who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he was looking up at the top of the Tibetan mountain.With their strength, the thick fog on the Tibetan mountain may block their sight, but it can never block their divine perception.They can feel the sword spirit near the top of the mountain, and the sword sound is constantly making. It seems urgent, and there is a trace of dissatisfaction in the urgency.The sound of the sword continued for a few more breaths, and then it became quiet.How to say, the sword Qi was close, just like being reserved. After sending out a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, he soon chose to be quiet.It has its own shelf, high posture, and a little carried.I don't know why. It seems to have a crush on Lin Chan. For the first time, it chose her and wanted her to take herself away from the Tibetan mountain.It waited and waited at the top of the mountain, waiting for Lin Chan to climb to the top of the mountain.At that time, it will first float in the air to examine her, put enough shelves, and then tremble slightly to show its recognition of her. Then, with her excited face, she left the Tibetan mountain with her.But to his surprise, Lin Chan stopped at the spirit sword!What are you doing!In fact, even Shen Yan and others felt surprised.They didn't think they could take away the sword Qi before. They wanted Lin Chan to take away calm the storm. That's their elder martial sister's sword. It's their respected elder martial sister!But just now, Lin cicada didn't seem to have the meaning to continue climbing. She went directly to the broken sword. Until the sword was almost out of breath, she stopped, and then looked in the direction of the top of the mountain in doubt.There was a big doubt on his small face.She seemed to wonder, how could a sword scream so loud?"It... Its voice is so loud!" Lin Chan said in her heart.The sudden sound of the sword just now was no different to her, so there was a thunder on the ground. The sound intensity was like thunder, which made the timid Lin cicada jump directly, and her thin and small body shook violently.On the contrary, the broken sword in front of me is still as angry as a hairspring, as if it would "die" at any time.It is like an old man in his old age, lying on his sickbed. The vibration of the cicada and the faint sound of the sword can be regarded as a reflection.Lin Chan felt as if she could feel her emotions. She was not begging for anything, but... Unwilling?Yes, it is unwilling.Today's forest cicada faces two choices.One is the broken sword in front of her, a lingering sword.Second, the sword spirit suspended on the top of the mountain is close, a spirited sword.The two seem to be two extremes!Under the sound of the sword, all the swords on the whole Tibetan mountain calmed down, as if they were succumbing to the obscene power of the sword.The calm storm also chose to be quiet, because it is Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu is Yan Li's first disciple. Its relationship with sword Qi is different from other swords.Only the broken sword is still sending out a weak call and conveying its will.It's not willing!It's really unwilling!I just don't know whether he is unwilling to die or not.Back mountain, cave.Lu Xun frowned as he listened to the cat's description of the north and the south."Broken sword? Where did you get the broken sword?" he couldn't help saying.It's only a few months since he last climbed the mountain.He remembered clearly that when he climbed the mountain, there was no such a broken sword on the mountain.The broken sword was so special that Lu Xun would have noticed it if it had been on the mountain at that time.It's like a severely disabled person suddenly appears in a row of people with sound limbs, which is too obvious.The strangest thing is that even if the sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it still has the level of top-grade spirit sword. Then, before it is intact, it is at least a fairy sword, at least purple!During this period of time, did any practitioner with purple immortal sword die?No!Where did this sword come from?All this reveals a trace of strangeness. I always feel that there is something else in it!Lu Xun asked in a low voice, "did little cicada still not continue climbing?""No." the small expressions of the cat's north and South became serious.That's sword power! On the mountain, the elder martial brother raised Wen's sword skill to the extreme. The sword Qi is close!"Why is she still hesitating? She's so anxious!" the sitting cat stamped his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just kicked in the air, which looked funny and cute.On the contrary, after thinking for a moment, Lu Xun took a deep breath and said, "little cicada is born with a sword fetus. She is particularly sensitive to the sword. Maybe she sees something we can't see.""Younger martial brother! That's a sword!" the cat stared at his cat's eyes from north to south. A pair of cat's ears stood straight and his face was serious."I know, but I'd better follow the little cicada's own mind. She likes it." Lu Xun said, "not to mention that only she can make decisions on the Tibetan mountain."Lu Xun just asked himself, if Lin Chan took the broken sword, what would I feel?He felt that he would be lost for a while, but he would not be angry or dissatisfied.The little mute has suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live happily in the next days.After this time, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.If she wants this broken sword, take it!Don't you just get a little less task reward? Just double the pit on the sand carving players after the public test. What's the big deal?As for the sword Qi... You put on a fart! Your wife ran away with me. You still have a bad fart on your face! What are you arrogant about! And pose!He also warned himself: "later, if little cicada chooses to break the sword, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and don't hit her. At that time, my expression must be in place and take out the level of movie emperor. This little girl is actually delicate!"After doing a good job in psychological construction, Lu Xun sat with the cat north and south, waiting for Lin Chan's choice.The forest cicada on the Tibetan mountain soon made his own decision!She took another look at the top of the mountain, then squatted resolutely and took a step forward, reaching for the broken sword.The lingering broken sword reminded her of her grandfather before she died.At that time, Grandpa was lying on his bed with a breath in his mouth. He looked at himself weakly and kept saying, "I dare not die, dare not die..."He was worried about his mute granddaughter, so even if there was only one breath left, he was fighting.The broken sword is also fighting.But sometimes the manpower was poor, and grandpa died after all.But this sword is different.Lin Chan has an intuition. It seems that she... Can help it?She didn't forget what the beautiful master said. Just when the sword Qi was about to make a sword sound, she felt it carefully by relying on the particularity of her natural sword fetus.Then she made her own judgment:This broken sword, if not too weak now, is no worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!She thinks this broken sword is the best sword in the mountain!Although the sword spirit was arrogant, Lin Chan was always a polite child. Just like when she refused other magic weapons, she also bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain to express her apology, and then directly held the handle of the broken sword!A white light enveloped her and sent her out.The sword Qi at the top of the mountain was obviously confused. A sword sound was emitted again, which seemed a little angry.Didn't choose me!? Didn't choose me!?A`The cicada has been transported to the foot of the mountain.The white light flickered, and the thin figure of Lin Chan emerged. Her thin arm held the broken sword tightly.In the wooden house at the foot of the Tibetan mountain, the mute old man didn't go out of the wooden house. There was a happy smile on his face. Then he slowly bent down, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin cicada, made a big gift, and didn't get up for a long time.At the top of Houshan mountain, the gentleman in white stood outside the small study, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and showed a faint smile on his face, as well asDeep memories.PS: second watch, ask for monthly tickets and recommended tickets on Monday ~ ~
