Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang originally thought that he would see a precious sword in his hand. If he was more considerate, he might have three or five for him to choose.

Maybe the new knife is also black in color, with a slightly wider scabbard and a slightly thinner blade, just like another "old man".It can also be a long knife that goes in the opposite direction, with a silver-white scabbard made of shark skin, and a section of the blade can be pulled out so sharply that it can cut off the stab wound even with sight.

But when Zhen Shuangliu led him to a hall and pushed open the door, Luo Jiujiang was really stunned.

There are knife racks against the walls on all sides of the main hall, on which are neatly placed all kinds of precious knives in different shapes.Luo Jiujiang glanced at them roughly, and multiplied the horizontal and vertical ones, and he knew that there should be no less than a hundred long knives in the hall.

"Knife library?" Luo Jiujiang thought about it, and before he could ask, he heard Zhen Shuangliu say indifferently: "There are two hundred and one profound weapons in here, all of which are knives I gave you. You choose by yourself Just use it with ease."

Luo Jiujiang: "!!!"

He never dreamed that Zhen Shuangliu had prepared so many knives for him for the promise of being number one in the Seven Islands Competition.

Probably the mice that fell into the rice vat were nothing more than that.

Looking around the hall, all the knives and weapons are not in line with the young man's spirit.Luo Jiujiang has tried these painstaking works one by one. Among them, some knives sing when they are out of their sheaths, and the sound is as clear as a flying phoenix; The whole body of the knife is like jade, and when the knife is placed vertically, one can see the flesh color of the fingers pressing on the handle from the tip of the knife...

If Zhenshuangliu can't make a move, just let it go, but when he makes a move, there really is no Fanbi.

Luo Jiujiang has tried more than 70 knives. These knives are of different lengths and weights. In the hands of someone like him who loves knives and knows knives, it is equivalent to touching the temper of new friends.Until he put his hand on No.[-]'s nine long knives, he let out a comfortable breath before he swung it.

When he drew the saber out of its sheath again, he saw a flash of silver light, like frost and snow reflecting on his back, and a dragon spitting out cold.He waved his hand and slashed down, the long knife vibrated lightly as if sensing the master's mind, and the moment the knife stopped, Luo Jiujiang's energetic eyes were reflected in the cut surface.

"Good knife." Luo Jiujiang praised, then hung his right wrist lightly, sent his left thumb down, lightly squeezed on the blade, and in the blink of an eye, he had already sharpened the knife with his own blood, "That's it gone."

Anyway, these knives were given to Luo Jiujiang, as long as he used them comfortably, Zhen Shuangliu didn't care how he chose the knives.He just asked another question as a master: "There are hundreds of others in the future, why don't you try again?"

"No, that's it." Luo Jiujiang smiled slightly, and lifted the handle of the knife to see the inscription on the magic weapon.There is a metaphor that is suitable for his current situation, but it is not easy to use it to tell Zhenshuangliu.

——When he met Qianling, grew up with Qianling, shared adversity, life and death with Qianling, he knew it was this person.Then we are in love with Qianling, and the behavior of mutual promise for life starts from the heart, does it naturally, and pushes the boat along the way.

Could it be that he is so pleased with Qianling, that he has to try all suitable men and women in the world before that?

No need, when he saw Qianling, he knew that the destined person was the other party; he held this knife, and he didn't even have to try the remaining 100 or so knives one by one.

Hearing that his tone was very firm, Zhen Shuangliu lowered his eyes and gave this knife inscribed "Chengxue" an extra glance.

The inscription of this sword is "Chengxue", and the blade is really as bright as a pile of clouds holding frost, unlike the previous "old man" whose leather scabbard is as black as ink. Chengxue's scabbard is as white as autumn frost like silver sand. Decorated with hooked cloud pattern, looking from a distance, you can see a dark light flowing on the silver-gray cloud pattern.

Compared with the Yuntou knife on the left, its style is more beautiful, and compared to the Yi knife on the right, its temperament is a bit more domineering.If you just look at it at first glance, it is really not eye-catching, but if you look at it with patience, you will find that it is still very eye-catching.

If this "Chengxue" is thinner, it is comparable to a lancet seedling knife, and if it is thicker, it can be called a wild goose wing.However, among the 79 handles that Luo Jiujiang tried for the first time, only this one is neither thick nor thin, neither long nor short.

...It's a bit like Jiujiang, so it's no wonder he has a temper.Zhen Shuangliu thought in his heart: Jiujiang is the same, he doesn't need to be smarter or stupider, and his talent doesn't need to be improved or weakened, as long as he maintains the current level, he will have a beautiful day and a beautiful moon, without any faults.

This "Chengxue" was just an ordinary member among more than 200 knives. Before that, Zhen Shuangliu didn't even bother to look at the inscription on it.But as long as Luo Jiujiang has one side, he can pick out the precious and precious things, and kiss it with his own blood.Just like Luo Jiujiang himself, he is like a shining pearl on the beach, and Zhenshuangliu can distinguish him from all the students without a second glance.

"Just like it." Zhen Shuangliu nodded, walked to the most remote corner of the house, and took out a knife from the bottom of the knife holder, flashing past Luo Jiujiang's eyes with the same meaning, and then stopped: "This knife is broken, don't keep it."

As he spoke, he clasped his palms together and twisted a long, rigid and straight knife into a piece of broken copper as fast as a twist.Luo Jiujiang didn't even have time to say a word, and seeing a mysterious weapon destroyed on the spot, his eyes widened for a moment.

But he quickly realized: "...This one, you didn't choose it for me?"

Zhen Shuangliu sneered coldly, with murderous intent on the smiling face, and it was a bit ferocious at a faint glance: "It's a gift from the prisoner - it's not good, what is it!"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He touched the tip of his nose and decided to turn a blind eye to the remains of the knife in Master's hand.After all, the grievances between Zhenshuangliu and Gongyizhu can last for more than a hundred years, and the way of getting along is almost fixed. He is just a disciple and meddling in his own business.

Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, and took out a long and narrow wooden box from his storage bag.This wooden box is not big, and its length is slightly shorter than ordinary knives, but there are more than a dozen pieces of saber body wreckage less than an inch neatly placed inside.

It is Luo Jiujiang's first knife and his "old buddy".

Although this sword hall does not have green mountains and beautiful waters, it has the heart of a master who loves him.It is not humiliating to use this place to make a tomb for the old knife that has accompanied Luo Jiujiang for more than ten years.

Counting the "Chengxue" picked by Luo Jiujiang, there are [-] knives in the room, all of which have the meaning of matching with Luo Jiujiang, and each of them is a god who can take it out and can be used as the finale at the consignment meeting. soldier.Even with Zhenshuangliu's financial and material resources, it is difficult to get these knives together in a few days, obviously they were prepared little by little in the past days.

At that time, Luo Jiujiang himself was still alive and dead, and his whereabouts could not be found in the three thousand worlds.Luo Jiujiang let his eyes flow over each knife holder with complicated emotions, and he almost didn't dare to think about the master's mood when preparing these precious swords.

——The life and death of the beloved apprentice is unknown, and it is likely that the danger is too bad.And rewarding him with a good knife was the only promise Zhen Shuangliu made to him during his lifetime.

So he recruited master craftsmen and craftsmen from all over the world, and the first major thing he did after he became the spirit snake master was to ask someone to give his apprentice a knife "full of youthful spirit".

Every knife in this knife hall is not just cold iron and steel with a metallic smell, but a master's heart for his apprentice.

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…Speaking of which, Luo Jiujiang, the God of Swords, lived a life of arrogance and had a wide range of friends. There were more than a dozen immortal weapons sent from him alone, and countless mysterious and spiritual weapons.But every knife in this knife hall is treasured by Luo Jiujiang, and no one has ever been given away as a gift.

A friend who admired the reputation of one of them once came to ask for help, but Luo Jiujiang politely refused.He took the materials, and invited the master craftsman at the time to make a custom one for his friend, and when he found a suitable fairy weapon, he stayed and gave it to him.The friend couldn't help asking him: "How is Luo Lang's handwriting worth a precious sword?"

"Different minds have different meanings." Luo Jiujiang smiled, slightly apologetic, but more determined: "Any knife in this hall will not be given away."