Fast Transmigration Super Tasker

Chapter 428 Dislocation 18
Several people looked at each other, then lifted their feet and walked towards the place that looked a bit shady.

Following the sound of iron striking, Nuo Xin followed Lin Xiaoxiao and walked a few steps forward, until she was attracted by a sword that seemed to be quite heavy, and she stopped to follow.

Nuo Xin had been thinking that she was going out this time to buy a sword for Sun Dazhuang. Why didn't she think about buying a sword for herself that could be used for self-defense?
Thinking of this, the fingers resting on the sword were even more reluctant to let go.

She gently caressed the smooth blade with green onion fingers, feeling the sharpness under her hand.

Although the sword is well placed here, maybe in order for people to take a closer look, or because they don't want people to touch the sword, the sharp blade that should have been hidden in the scabbard was pulled out for a while, just like that. Uniquely shining with cold light.This is different from other sword placements.

In order for ordinary swords to be well preserved, they are tightly installed in the scabbard. Only if someone wants to look at them, their sharp blades will be pulled out of the scabbard.

Not long after, when Lin Xiaoxiao walked back to look for someone, he happened to see Nuo Xin being fascinated by a sword.

"No one can escape the temptation of 'fighting a sword'," said a gray-haired old man, stroking the white beard on his chin. "Think about how many people wanted to get that sword, but could only hold It was put down. `Dajian' was also searched for a long time, but no one was its owner, so it was left behind."

Regarding "sword fighting", this was not the first time that Lin Xiaoxiao heard Uncle Dao tell its story, but every time he heard it, he felt a little bit regretful.It remains here after all these years.

Lin Xiaoxiao remembered that when she first heard Uncle Dao talk about this sword, it was eight years ago when she first entered Lingxiao Pavilion. She thought that in order to win Sun Shuizhen's favor, she had to choose a good sword.

After several inquiries, I found out about Zhujianfang, and then I heard the story of "fighting the sword".

It is said that Uncle Dao wanted to make a good sword wholeheartedly, so he used all the best materials to make this sword. It took three years to make it. People can easily wave and be left behind.

The sword is sharp, but if you want to use it flexibly, it is difficult to achieve it without a little bit of skill.And in this rivers and lakes, who would practice martial arts all the time in order to use a sword, it would be better to choose one that can be used easily.That's why this sword was left over.

She also tried to wield this sword back then, but in the end she failed.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this sword is still here, and it has a tendency to become a demon.

"I thought that if 'Dajian' would still stay here in the future, it would have to be destroyed." The old voice said worriedly, "Otherwise, the demonization will change from a righteous sword to an evil sword in the future. How many storms have been stirred up in this river and lake, and how many fishy rains have been caused. After all, my original intention of creating this sword was not to make it degenerate."

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded clearly, remembering Nuo Xin's special identity, she looked back at her pale eyebrows, "What if he is someone who knows how to control a sword? Do you think he is qualified to own that sword?"

"Swordsmanship?" Uncle Dao was surprised, "This swordsmanship has been lost for a long time, so how can you..."

Lin Xiaoxiao pointed at Nuo Xin who was still looking at the sword, interrupted his denial and said, "She will, but she has lost her memory now, so I have to look for the rest of them."

"Perhaps..." Lin Xiaoxiao turned around and faced Uncle Dao, "Do you know Zhang's family who can control swordsmanship? Do you have any impression of the name Zhang Yayun?"

Lin Xiaoxiao stared straight at Uncle Dao, not letting go of the slightest change of emotion on his face.

However, Uncle Dao frowned very honestly and thought about it for a long time. He shook his head with certainty and said: "No, there is no one named Zhang among the people I know, and I have never heard anyone mention the name Zhang Yayun. Are you sure about that person?" Does the girl know how to control a sword?"

Uncle Dao asked Lin Xiaoxiao back, this time it was her turn to feel unsure.After all, she only heard her say that she used the sword control technique, but she had never witnessed how she used it with her own eyes.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked up at Nuoxin and saw that she was still attracted by the "sword fighting". She bowed politely to Uncle Dao and walked in the direction where she was.

Just as Nuo Xin was thinking about how heavy the sword was, Lin Xiaoxiao's somewhat clear voice came from behind her.Her voice was clear and tinged with a bit of hoarseness. She was afraid that when she stopped here just now to admire the sword, she had already talked a lot with the sword seller.

"Sun Dazhuang seems to be very satisfied with the swords here. He is busy picking swords inside. What's wrong, you want to buy a sword too?" Lin Xiaoxiao said, stepping forward and picking up the sword that was in Nuo Xin's hand just now.

"I'm just looking at it," Nuo Xin said casually, "but if I see something I like, maybe I'll buy it."

"Then what about this one?" Lin Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, put the 'Dajian' back under her eyes, "Is this the sword you like?"

Nuo Xin didn't understand why Lin Xiaoxiao cared so much about this sword. She raised her hand to take the sword from Lin Xiaoxiao's hand, and really felt its weight. Only then did Nuo Xin understand why Lin Xiaoxiao liked her. Care so much.

Nuo Xin couldn't hold the sword and her body drooped down. Lin Xiaoxiao helped her with quick eyes and hands, and then put the sword back to its original position intact, without any scratches due to Nuo Xin's lack of strength.

"Oh my god," Nuo Xin said in amazement, "Although I felt the weight of this sword just now, I didn't expect it to be so heavy."

If she hadn't quickly controlled the sword just now, she would have been kneeling on the ground in an extremely awkward posture.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know that Nuo Xin was thankful that she didn't fall down, she just thought that she was also a martial arts practitioner, although she looked soft and weak, she still had some strength.

"It is precisely because of this that this sword will be left behind." Lin Xiaoxiao sighed, as if he had anticipated where the sword would go next. "How many people give it back just because of the weight. What's the use of liking it in your heart? A weapon that can't be wielded is not a weapon, it's just a beautiful decoration."

Seeing that Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to be telling her another story, Nuo Xin shut up and looked at the blade that was sharpened by the sun, quietly waiting for her next words.

Lin Xiaoxiao told Nuo Xin what she had learned, and told her how much Uncle Dao spent so much effort to forge this sword, and how it changed from a crowded place to no one on the day it was forged. Ask about it, everything is due to the weight that has not been considered.

(End of this chapter)