Chapter 124: The Dying Sword
The sound of swords ringing as the sword energy approached spread throughout the entire Demon Sect. No matter whose sword it was, everyone in the Demon Sect's swords began to tremble violently.
Even the wooden hairpin in Second Senior Sister's hair trembled slightly.
The second sister stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the wooden hairpin, as if to straighten it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin quickly calmed down.
At the Demon Sect's headquarters, 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's also for the purpose of starting a gambling game.
After hearing the sound of the approaching sword, everyone's face changed drastically. Led by Shen Yan, they flew towards Zangshan. The five of them soon arrived at the foot of Zangshan.
"Third Uncle Master." Everyone first saluted Zhuge Lai Fu who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuge Lai Fu nodded, and like everyone else, he looked up at the top of Cangshan Mountain.
With their strength, the thick fog on the Tibetan Mountain might block their vision, but it definitely could not block their spiritual perception.
They could sense that the sword energy on the top of the mountain was constantly making sword sounds. It seemed a little urgent, but there was also a hint of dissatisfaction in the urgency.
The sound of the sword continued for a few breaths, and then it became quiet.
How to put it, the sword energy seemed to be showing off its reserve. After making a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, it soon chose to be quiet.
It has its own airs, and it holds itself very high and a bit pretentiously.
For some unknown reason, it seemed to have taken a fancy to Lin Chan and chose her for the first time, wanting her to take it away from Zangshan.
It waited and waited at the top of the mountain, waiting for the forest cicada to reach the top.
At that time, it would first float in the air to examine her, and after putting on enough airs, it would tremble slightly to show its approval of her. Then, with her excited, it would follow her out of the mountain.
But what it didn't expect was that Lin Chan actually stopped at the spirit sword!
What the hell is going on!
In fact, even Shen Yan and others felt surprised.
They didn't think they could take the sword energy 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 any intention of continuing to climb the mountain. She walked directly towards the broken sword. She didn't stop until the sword energy became too strong. Then she looked towards the top of the mountain in confusion.
There was a big look of doubt on the little face.
She seemed to be wondering how a sword could make such a loud noise.
"It...it has such a loud voice!" Lin Chan said in his heart.
The sudden sound of the sword just now was like a bolt of thunder to her. The sound was as strong as thunder, which scared the timid Lin Chan so much that her thin little body shook violently.
On the contrary, the broken sword in front of him still looked as if it was on the verge of death, as if it would "die" at any time.
It was like an old man in his twilight years, lying on a sickbed. The vibration to the forest cicadas and the faint sound of the sword just now could be considered as a last gasp of life.
Lin Chan felt as if he could sense its emotions. It was not begging for anything, but... a little unwilling?
Yes, it is unwillingness.
Lin Chan now faces two choices.
One is the broken sword in front of her, a sword that is still alive.
The second is the sword energy suspended on the top of the mountain, a sword full of high spirits.
The two seem to be two extremes!
And with the sound of Jian Qi Jin's sword, all the swords on the entire Zang Mountain fell silent, as if they had succumbed to Jian Qi Jin's power.
The [Ding Feng Bo] also chose An Jing, because it was Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu was Yan Li's first disciple, and its relationship with sword energy was different from that of other swords.
Only this broken sword is still issuing a faint call, conveying its will.
It's not willing to give in!
It really doesn't want to accept that!
I just don’t know whether it is unwilling to die like this or is unwilling to do something else.
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Back mountain, cave.
Lu Xun couldn't help but 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.
In fact, only a few months had passed since his last mountain climbing .
He remembered very clearly that when he climbed the mountain, there was no such broken sword.
The broken sword was so special that if it was on the mountain at that time, Lu Xun would definitely have noticed it at a glance.
It's like a severely disabled person suddenly appears among a row of healthy people. It's too obvious.
The strangest thing is that even if this sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it still has the level of a top-grade spiritual sword. So, before it was intact, it was at least an immortal sword, at least purple level!
During this period of time in the Demon Sect, has any cultivator with a purple-level immortal sword died?
Nope!
So where did this sword that appeared out of nowhere come from?
All of this reveals a hint of weirdness, and I always feel that there is another hidden story!
Lu Xun asked in a low voice: "Little Chan'er still didn't continue climbing the mountain?"
"No." Mao Nanbei's expressions all 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 but stomped 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.
Instead, Lu Xun thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Xiao Chan'er was born with a sword fetus. She is particularly sensitive to swords. Maybe she saw something that we can't see."
"Junior brother! The sword energy is close!" Mao Nanbei widened his cat eyes, his cat ears stood straight, and his little face was serious.
"I know, but let's just follow Xiao Chan'er's own wishes. 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, how would I feel?
He felt like he would be disappointed for a while, but not angry or dissatisfied.
This little mute has suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live a smooth and happy life in the days ahead.
After spending some time together, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.
She wants this broken sword, so take it!
It’s just that you get less mission rewards. You can wait until the public beta is released and then double the money back from the stupid players. What’s the big deal?
As for the sword energy being close... You are so arrogant! Your wife ran away with me, and you are still so arrogant! What are you so arrogant about! You are still putting on an attitude!
He also warned himself: "If Xiao Chan'er chooses the Broken Sword later, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and not let her down. My expression must be on point and I must show the quality of an award-winning actor. This little girl is actually very delicate!"
After preparing himself mentally, Lu Xun sat down with Mao Nanbei, waiting for Lin Chan's choice.
And Lin Chan on Zangshan Mountain quickly made his own decision!
She looked up at the top of the mountain again, then squatted down and took a step forward resolutely, reaching out to the broken sword.
This broken sword, still breathing, reminded her of her grandfather before he passed away.
At that time, my grandfather was lying on the sickbed, with his last breath hanging from his mouth. He looked at himself weakly and kept muttering: "I dare not die, I 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 is also fighting.
But human power is limited, and my grandfather died after all.
But this sword is different.
Lin Chan had a hunch that he could... help it?
She did not forget what her beautiful master said. 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 wasn’t too weak now, it would definitely be no worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!
She felt that this broken sword was the best sword on the mountain!
Although Jian Qi Jin behaved very arrogantly, 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 away.
The sword energy on the top of the mountain was obviously confused, and it made a sword sound again, appearing a little exasperated.
Didn’t choose me!? Didn’t choose me!?
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But Lin Chan had been teleported to the foot of the mountain.
A white light flashed, and Lin Chan's thin figure emerged, her frail arm tightly grasping the broken sword.
In the wooden house at the foot of Zangshan Mountain, the mute old man did not walk out of the house. A gratified smile hung on his face. Then he slowly bent down, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin Chan, performed a great salute, and was reluctant to stand up.
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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