The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

If the sword is not used for too long, it will rust.

So how do you remove the rust and restore the cold luster to a sword?

Of course give it a good sharpening with a whetstone.

Ouyang, who had been a Chinese class representative in his previous life, instantly understood the meaning. He looked at the man in front of him with a cold face and said, "Do you want to use your sword cultivator's life as a whetstone?"

The man nodded, then shook his head and said: "Yes or no, rather than using their lives as whetstones, it is better to use their sword intent. Ten thousand swords gathered into one sword can make the immortal sword strike. , it’s a good idea, isn’t it?”

The way to kill so many people, told in an understatement from a man's mouth, was as smooth as trampling on a few ants.

"Immortal sword? I think it's a magic sword!" Ouyang sarcastically said with a sneer.

"Immortal, devil! What do you think is the difference? In the end, it's not about becoming your own one?" The man sat cross-legged on the lake and looked at Ouyang and said with a smile.

"Practitioners are inherently selfish and will do anything for their own way. Look at those sword cultivators who want to inherit Li Taibai's legacy. Isn't that the same way?" The man stared at Ouyang without giving an inch and said.

"That's what demons do. Real practitioners only seek to pursue their own path in an upright and fair way!" Ouyang counterattacked as well.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and finally the man gave up first, put his hands on the water, leaned back and said lazily: "Whatever, it's the same anyway, it's just a high-sounding excuse."

"Are you a sword spirit? Are you doing this game just to give yourself a chance?" Ouyang's heart skipped a beat. His second son wanted Li Taibai's inheritance, so he also wanted to inherit this sword?

Would such a sword that kills people like a dog pose any threat to the second child?

"I'm not the Sword Spirit. Well, that's a little wrong. The other one is the Sword Spirit!" Qingshan thought for a moment and said.

As soon as Qingshan finished speaking, the handsome boy's dog mouth had already reached in front of the man's face.

"Tell everything about you, or I will kill you now!" Ouyang stood in front of the man and said.

Looking at Ouyang who was threatening him, the man smiled and said, "Do you still care about that boy? Okay, okay, I say!"

Ouyang began to pump Qi into the handsome boy's body, and the man immediately raised his hands to express surrender.

The man stood up, holding the grass root in his mouth, took off his green shirt and put it on himself. Looking at the unchanging scenery in the distance, he said softly: "Li Taibai and I are close friends. In order to fulfill Li Taibai's wish, I threw myself into the sword furnace." Forged the most powerful immortal sword in the world, and Li Taibai successfully entered the immortal realm because of this sword!"

"Xiao Bai's best friend in the past life?" Ouyang looked at the man who was lost in memories in front of him, feeling that there was a big melon to eat. He shook his hand, and a miniature recording stone appeared in his hand.

But the man still talked to himself: "Originally, I thought I was dead, but when I recovered my consciousness, I found that I was trapped in that sword. At that time, I was what you just said Said Sword Spirit."

But when he regained consciousness, it was exactly what happened after Li Taibai's death.

This close friend of his had killed all the immortals in the world, and he himself ended up in a state of death.

Originally, he thought that he would be buried here forever, but the small world that Li Taibai opened up as a fairy wrapped around him and disappeared into this world.

The years were too long, long enough to drive me crazy, and as a sword spirit, I suddenly discovered that I could control the small world left by Li Taibai!

Probably because he was Li Taibai's natal sword, this small world automatically recognized him as the master of this world after Li Taibai's death.

What can a sword do?

Can't do anything!

Although he clearly had consciousness, he could only stay in the sword and spend an unknown number of years.

The sword spirit cannot sleep, eat, or even breathe.

In these endless years, I am like a sword stuck in this small world, unable to move.

After turning over all the things I could recall and all my crazy thoughts over and over in my mind, I don’t know how many times.

I'm crazy!

The man turned to look at Ouyang and said in a daze: "I'm crazy! I don't know when I became crazy, but I was indeed crazy at that time. I began to resent, resent the world, resent Li Taibai, resent myself, resent everything Everything! But resentment is useless, I am still trapped in that sword."

And the remaining reason was squeezed out by endless resentment, and finally the cautious reason was pushed out of the sword, which is the me you see!

The man's tone became deeper, as if he was caught in strange memories, but he still kept talking.

It was obviously because I was trapped in the sword that I felt endless resentment, but in the end, the only thing that left the sword was my remaining sanity. It’s really ridiculous to say that.

And the reason that was squeezed out of the body, that is, the me you see now, began to wander in the world left by Li Taibai.

After wandering for countless years, almost every plant and tree in this world has been imprinted in my mind, and I can control everything here as I wish.

But I couldn't leave here. I seemed to have become a whole with this world, so I built a grave for my old friend here when I had nothing to do.

Although Li Taibai's bones disappeared into the sky and earth after his death, his clothes and storage bags were still preserved, and the sword was inserted deep in the tomb.

"How does this story sound?" Qingshan tilted his head and looked at Ouyang and asked.

Ouyang nodded and said, "That sounds ridiculous!"

"It's really ridiculous, but it really happened!" Qingshan agreed, but also spread his hands to express his helplessness.

"What about the inheritance of the Sword Sect? Why did Li Taibai become the ancestor of the Sword Sect?" Ouyang asked.

Qingshan glanced at Ouyang in surprise, pointed at the dog Ouyang was holding and said, "You should ask pretty boy about this, right?"

The dachshund who was called Pretty Boy looked at Qingshan in confusion, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and said in a low voice: "Me, I was just a scabbard."

A scabbard to protect your sword!

Once upon a time, a young man walked into this place by mistake. The friendly feeling on his body made the dachshund think he was back, and he also carried the Lotus Sword Intent that only belonged to Li Taibai.

So the dachshund gave him his notes.

But after the boy left, he never came back.

When I saw the young man again, he was already a gray-haired old man.

Only then did the dachshund recognize him. He turned out to be the sword spike on the hilt!

When Li Taibai died, the spike of the sword remained in the world, and a young man appeared in his form.

When he came back in his old age with gray hair, the dachshund and the old man who had sat dead looked at each other in silence.