The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

As for ordinary spears, Zhong Wen didn't dare to say anything more. Most of these spears were used by ordinary soldiers, but they couldn't be so fine.

"Master, when the time comes, I may have to design a long sword and spear myself."

After Zhong Wen thought about it, he told Li Daoling his thoughts. It was also a way to say hello to Li Daoling in advance, but don't wait for the time to spend money. If Li Daoling doesn't give it, then it will really hurt feelings up.

"Oh? Nine Poems, you mean you want to draw a long sword and spear yourself? This is not something that anyone can do, you have to think about it."

After Li Daoling heard about it, he felt very different. Although the design of long swords and spears is simple, not everyone can do it. Moreover, ordinary weapons nowadays are basically carved out of the same mold. Get used to this style, if you really want to design a weapon yourself, maybe others won't forge it for you.

"Back to master, this is just my idea, I don't know it yet, I have to wait until I draw a sketch, and I will show it to the master for a good look, so that the master can correct me."

Zhong Wen was a little embarrassed when he was asked, so he said that the idea of ​​designing weapons was just casually speaking now, and it is estimated that it will be several years later, and he would not do such a thing now.

Furthermore, with the current technology of ironmaking and forging, Zhong Wen really can't imagine how good it is, or how scumbag it is, but it can't be much higher, and the weapon Zhong Wen wants is not ordinary. The weapon, which has threads inside, is not easy to get out.

Chapter 78 The Sword

After Li Daoling heard Zhong Wen's words, he didn't say any more, but in his cognition, the master's swordsmanship must still be the main one.

But since his apprentice prefers spear skills, although he is not easy to object to, besides, he also hopes that his apprentice can master more methods of using weapons, at least, when facing the enemy, he will not be alone. For Zhong Wen, it is bound to be a disadvantage in the battle with soldiers and weapons.

Li Daoling suddenly stood up from the stool, walked towards a cabinet, and opened it gently.

Although the cabinet was just an ordinary cabinet, the contents inside made Li Daoling's heart look particularly complicated.

In the cabinet, there is a long wooden box. The surface of the wooden box shows traces of time, and it is not known what year and month it was made.

Li Daoling stood quietly beside the cabinet, quietly looking at the wooden box inside, his eyes were full of memories.

Zhong Wen, who was sitting on the stool, didn't know what happened to the master at all. He was sitting upright, but he couldn't help the curiosity in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Li Daoling.

After a short while, Li Daoling woke up from the memory, took out the long wooden box from the cabinet, and came to Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen looked at the long wooden box in Li Daoling's hands, and was very excited, because he had already guessed something.

That's right, Zhong Wen guessed in his heart that the wooden box in his master's hand must be a long sword, and it was probably a treasured sword in Li Daoling's collection.

"Nine poems, in this box, there is the most important sword of the division, and it is also a sword used by the fifth generation patriarch, named 'Longquan'."

Li Daoling didn't open the box directly, but quietly hugged it, staring at the wooden box, and began to talk about the history of the sword to Zhong Wen.

"The founder of Kaishan used to have a good sword, but it was destroyed by the fifth generation of ancestors, and this 'Longquan' sword was also made by finding a piece of meteorite after the fifth generation of ancestors moved to Longquan Temple. The view is Longquan view, so it is called the 'Longquan' sword."

Li Daoling hugged the box, sat down, put the box on his lap, and stretched out his hand to gently caress it, just like an elder stroking his grandson's head.

"The name 'Longquan' is not easy to come by. I heard from your ancestor that the fifth generation ancestor searched all over the famous mountains and rivers before he found a piece of meteorite. In order to forge this 'Longquan' sword, and It took nearly ten years to find a famous master and work with him to create this 'Longquan' sword."

Li Daoling gently broke off the three locks of the box, but he didn't open the wooden box for a long time, and introduced the origin of this 'Longquan' sword to Zhong Wen contemptuously.

As for Zhong Wen, who was sitting on the stool, he was a little anxious, and he wanted to see this 'Longquan' sword in his heart for a long time.

With a sound of "squeak", Li Daoling finally opened the wooden box, Zhong Wen looked over curiously, but he didn't see the true face of the sword.

The Longquan sword in the wooden box was wrapped in a large piece of oilcloth. When the box was opened, a strong smell of tung oil wafted into the room.

"Although the sword is a foreign object, if you have a good sword in your hand, you can be as powerful as a tiger with wings when facing the enemy. Unfortunately, after the fifth generation of patriarchs finished building this 'Longquan' sword, they also lost their spirit. Exhausted and dying."

Li Daoling did not take out the sword wrapped in oilcloth, but stared at Zhong Wen, and began to speak.

This made Zhong Wen's heart itchy like being crawled by ants.

"Jiu Shou, your talent is the best existence among the people I have heard of, so today, I am going to pass on to you the 'Longquan' sword made by the fifth generation patriarch. Don't disgrace the face of my Taiyi sect, let alone the face of the fifth generation patriarch, and likewise, don't tarnish such a 'Longquan' sword."

After Li Daoling finished speaking, he stood up holding the wooden box, and said sharply to Zhong Wen.

After hearing this, Zhong Wen quickly stood up from the stool and looked at the sword in the wooden box held by his master.

Although I haven't seen how this sword is, but from my master's mouth, I can also hear its power, what's more, it looks like a super powerful sword.

The sword made of meteoric iron must be extremely hard, and the melting point is extremely high. Under the conditions of ancient times, it is difficult and difficult to forge a piece of meteoric iron into a sharp sword. Even in a few years, it may not be possible to refine a piece of meteorite.

In front of Zhong Wen, there is such a sword made of meteorite. Although he has not yet recognized its true face, Zhong Wen has great expectations.

"Thank you master, this disciple will definitely not disgrace my Taiyi sect, let alone disgrace the five generation patriarchs, let alone pollute this Longquan sword."

Zhong Wen looked at the wooden box, then, looking at his master, assured Li Daoling very seriously.

After speaking, Zhong Wen stretched out his hand to take the wooden box from Li Daoling's hand, very carefully, as if he was afraid of falling from his hand.

The wooden box is very heavy. Zhong Wen estimated in his heart that the Longquan sword was too heavy. After all, it was made of meteorite, so it must be much heavier than ordinary swords.

"Nine poems, treat this Longquan sword well."

Li Daoling looked at the careful lover, and was very satisfied, then sat down and gave a warning.

"Master, don't worry."

Zhong Wen smelled the strong smell of tung oil, and casually responded to Li Daoling, and then sat down, and put the wooden box lightly on his legs.

The excitement in his heart was so obvious that he didn't dare to show it, and he was suppressed all the time, which made Zhong Wen extremely uncomfortable.

But Li Daoling in front of him kept staring at Zhong Wen, never letting go for a moment, as if he wanted to see something from Zhong Wen's face.

Li Daoling himself didn't want to see anything from Zhong Wen, but just a kind of love for the 12-year-old apprentice in front of him.

The silence in the room was too much, Zhong Wen wanted to carry the wooden box back to his own room, but he didn't dare, he should try his best to suppress the excitement in his heart before getting his master's consent.

You can't just tell your master to go back to the house as soon as you get a good sword. This is too obvious, and it will make your master think that you love treasures and disrespect the master.

"Nine Poems, open it and have a look, and see how the fifth-generation patriarch has spared no effort to forge such a precious sword."

Li Daoling looked at his beloved disciple in front of him, and kept his eyes fixed on the sword in the wooden box on his lap. Knowing that his disciple liked this sword very much, he broke the silence with his voice.

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Wen heard his master finally speak out, and he still hit his thoughts directly.

Chapter 79 Longquan Sword

Gently uncover the tung oilcloth, one layer, two layers, but it would be inconvenient to put it on the legs, Zhong Wen was anxious again, and then, he directly hugged the wooden box and put it on the table next to him.

When the layers of tung oil cloth were uncovered, the Longquan sword finally revealed his true face of Mount Lu.

The dark black blade extends all the way to the hilt.The tip of the sword has a completely different form from the tip of an ordinary sword, more like a Tang knife. From the blade to the tip, there are micro-grids of different sizes, exuding a heavy murderous aura.

Although Zhong Wen couldn't feel this murderous aura, he could tell from his appearance that he had a murderous aura of his own.

From the hilt to the tip of the sword, it is estimated to be about 1.1 meters two. Zhong Wen can't calculate the exact amount, but it is not much different from an ordinary long sword.

Zhong Wen liked this sword very much, and took it out of the wooden box, but found that the weight of this sword was somewhat beyond Zhong Wen's imagination.

Holding the sword in his hand, he felt the weight of this meteoric iron sword, which was at least about eleven catties.

Although Zhong Wen is only 12 years old now, fortunately, he still has some strength in his hands. Otherwise, just holding this sword would seem a little powerless, let alone practicing swords?

"Jiu Shou, this sword is a bit heavy. You can use it when you grow up."

Li Daoling, who was sitting on the side, said a word in a timely manner, although this sentence didn't seem to have much effect, because Zhong Wen's strength was not as simple as that of an ordinary 12-year-old child.

"Master, don't worry, I can still handle it now. Although this sword is a little heavy, as long as I practice more strength in my hand every day, I can naturally lift this sword at will."

Zhong Wen held the sword and shook it casually, feeling the sense of gravity brought to him by the sword.

Li Daoling didn't say anything anymore, as long as this inherited sword had an owner, the concern in his heart would also have sustenance.

After Li Daoling received this inherited sword from his master, he only used it a few times at the beginning, and in the following decades, he has kept this sword as a treasure.

Until today, it is this precious sword that has seen the light of day again and reappeared in the world.

Li Daoling was satisfied with his disciple from the bottom of his heart, perhaps, if he handed the sword into the hands of his disciple, there might be a different legend.

Of course, Li Daoling's expectations for Zhong Wen are absolutely higher than anything else. In his heart, he hopes that Zhong Wen can revive the freshman school.

"Master, it's getting late. If Master has nothing to say, then I'll go back to the house first."

After Zhong Wen flicked the sword a few times, he felt that he couldn't play in his master's room, so he thought about going back to his own room, or going to the open space behind to play for a while.

"Go, don't go to bed too late."

Li Daoling knew that his son wanted to try this sword treasure, and he could tell from Zhong Wen's expression.

"Yes, master, then I will go back first."

Zhong Wen put the sword back into the wooden box, covered it, picked it up, and said goodbye to Li Daoling.

Li Daoling watched Zhong Wen leave quietly, feeling very peaceful in his heart.

The burden on him has gradually shifted to Zhong Wen over time. From inheriting the Daoist scriptures of the teacher to the current sword, Li Daoling only wants to train his disciple as soon as possible to become a a successor.

However, Zhong Wen was only 12 years old, and Li Daoling didn't know how many years he could live. If it really took ten years to be Zhong Wen to become a talent, he was worried that he would not be able to last until then.

Li Daoling is already in his 70s this year. This age is a long life in this era, and it means that he is getting closer to death.

Coupled with some overt and hidden injuries on his body, he was speeding up the passage of his life all the time, and he hoped in his heart that this disciple would become a talent soon, so that his wish would be fulfilled.

Zhong Wen returned to his room, carefully put the wooden box on the table, and took out the sword in the box.

Zhong Wen was very excited, just now in Li Daoling's room, he didn't dare to show it too much, but at this moment, he really wanted to laugh three times.

Although Zhong Wen's mood was excited, and also excited, but he didn't dare to really laugh three times. If this was the case, the people in the audience would probably treat him as a mental patient. , What are you laughing at?

Zhong Wen didn't know any sword skills, let alone moves, but fortunately, he had read some books these days, and among these books, there were naturally sword skills.

However, Zhong Wen didn't read it deeply, even if he didn't memorize it, he just flipped through it at random.

Others are always making things difficult for clever women, but at this moment, there are rice making things difficult for Zhong Wen. Kong has a sword in his hand, but he can't dance any sword style in his hand.

Without swordsmanship, can't you use swords?Of course not, afterward, Zhong Wen directly carried the sword and walked towards the open space behind the house.

Zhong Wen wanted to try the sharpness of the Meteorite Sword in his hand, and even more wanted to play around, at least he had to get used to the sword first.

It's just a pity that this precious sword does not have a scabbard, and Zhong Wen always looks a bit nondescript when he holds it in his hand. He thinks in his heart that when he is free someday, he has to make a scabbard, so as not to let this sword come out. Tie Baojian lost his identity.

When he came to the open space behind the house, Zhong Wen began to play like a monkey with a sword in his hand, but he did not expect that Li Daoling also came out of his room and came to a corner in front of the open space He quietly watched Zhong Wen's monkey tricks.

Yes, Zhong Wen's swordsmanship can only be said to be monkey playing, there are no moves, no picking, stabbing, swinging, probing, etc., some are just chopping and sweeping.

"This kid, he's using a sword as a stick."

Standing in the dark, Li Daoling looked at Zhong Wen who was playing monkeys in the open space. In his words, there was no intention of blaming Zhong Wen, but only affection.

As for Zhong Wen in the open space, he didn't even know that at the corner of the room, his master was really standing there like a shadow, watching his trick-like performance.

Zhong Wen swung the sword vigorously, and swept forward, the force brought by gravity and inertia made him unable to grasp the hilt of the sword.

"It's really a bit heavy. It seems that I will practice more strength in the future."

Zhong Wen, who stopped waving the sword, felt the power of waving the sword just now, muttering in his mouth.

If Zhong Wen took off the sandbags tied to his body, he might be able to wield this eleven-jin sword at will. kg of sandbags.

With the growth of Zhong Wen's age and physique, the number of sandbags will increase, but it will not increase much. It is estimated that it will only weigh [-] catties at most. Of course, this does not rule out the excessive development of Zhong Wen's physique in the future. , if this is the case, then the sandbag must be heavier.

Chapter 80 Swordplay

It was getting late, and Zhong Wen was a little tired from waving, and then stopped, ready to go back to the house to rest and sleep.

And Li Daoling, who was standing at the corner, left and went back not long ago, which made Zhong Wen not notice Li Daoling's figure.

Zhong Wen returned to his own room, carefully put the meteoric iron sword in his hand back into the wooden box, and covered it with tung oil cloth.

Zhong Wen didn't know if this meteoric iron sword would rust, thinking in his heart, since it is meteoric iron from outer space, the possibility of rusting is not very high, but why do we need so much tung oil? What about wrapping it up?

Although I don't know the reason, this does not prevent Zhong Wen from loving and caring for this sword. Even if there is more tung oil, he doesn't care; what's more, the sword was made by the five generations of patriarchs with all their efforts. It seems that it does not affect anything.

Zhong Wen, who climbed to sleep on the bed, did not fall asleep, but was recalling what Li Daoling had said to him.

While circulating the inner qi in the body, while thinking about what he said to the master today, it can also be said that Zhong Wenneng has two purposes at one mind.

The inner qi in the body also began to gradually flow to the meridians in the body with the operation of Zhong Wen, one week, two weeks...

In the early morning of the second day, Zhong Wen continued his daily morning exercises, ran down the mountain, joined Xiao Hua, and ran back and forth on the path.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were still children, they might have been scolded by the people in the village, "These two are sick".

A poor family, who would be so idle to consume the food in their stomachs, except for the rich, and only people who are crazy.

Of course, the Zhong Wen brothers and sisters don't seem to be in the scope of this psychosis. Who makes the family rich and food?

"Brother, our family's Da Mao and Er Mao can hunt several hares every day. Yesterday Da Mao took Er Mao and hunted five hares. Dad even specially ate the whole hare for them two."

After running, the two brothers and sisters sat on the rocks in front of the open space, looking at the big Mao and Er Mao beside them.