Peace of the Pirate

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Dean pulled out the knife and looked at the blade as black as ink, with a flash of wonder in his eyes.

Holding the long knife in his hand, his three fingertips slowly traced the blade. The cold touch was a great enjoyment for him.

Then, as if admiring a peerless beauty, Dean looked at every inch of the blade, tip, and back very carefully.

For him, a good knife or anything must be tempting.

"How about it, Dean, isn't this knife a good one?"

Qin Ping was showing off proudly on the side. Looking at Dean's entranced look, he knew that the knife he found must be good.

After Zaikong tried a few sword skills, Dean reluctantly sheathed his sword and gave it back to Qin Ping: "I originally wanted to wait until you started to formally use the sword before telling you this situation. Since you have already obtained Well, let me briefly introduce it."

Qin Ping sat up straight, looking forward to this knowledge.

Dean took off his knife and placed it across his knees, Dean said slowly.

"There are countless swordsmen in this world, and naturally there are countless swords. But there are not even 100 swordsmen who can stand out from the countless swords and are recognized by the world."

"According to the level of quality, these knives are divided into three categories. They are Liang Kuai Knife with 50 kilograms, Great Kuai Knife with 21 kilograms, and the handed down treasure without large block knife with 12 kilograms."

Mentioning these three types of knives, Dean's eyes showed yearning.

"Like what I told you about Jorakor Mihawk before, what he holds in his hand is one of the most powerful swords in the world, the black sword Night, which is known as the strongest sword in the world."

The strongest swordsman paired with the strongest sword, this is a true match made in heaven... Dean thought, came back to his senses, and continued.

"Of course, this is just a ranking of known swords after all. In fact, there are more unknown swords in this world."

"Either they are kept in a dark treasure room, or their reputation is unknown because their masters are weak."

Speaking of this, Dean sighed secretly. Is this the sorrow of the swordsman or the sorrow of the sword?

"Then is my knife famous or unknown? What is its specific rating?"

Qin Ping couldn't help but ask questions. He was no different from the lottery now. He had locked in one of the first, second and third prizes and was waiting for the final draw.

Faced with the question, Dean said confidently: "Master, although this knife of yours is a nameless knife, from my perspective, it is definitely on the level of a fast knife, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is among the best."

"That's it."

Although Qin Ping was a little disappointed, he quickly got rid of this emotion and replaced it with happiness.

It's such a fast knife. Only a dozen knives can be said to be better than it. What else can he be dissatisfied with?

Qin Ping started to be silly, then saw the saber on Dean's knee and asked nicely: "Dean, what grade is your sword?"

"Are you asking Bai Hong?" Dean thought for a while and sighed: "He should be a little closer to a good sword."

"You haven't even reached the level of a good sword?"

Qin Ping nodded, his expression became tangled, and sighed, he handed out the knife in his hand: "Then why don't you use mine first? After all, I don't know any swordsmanship yet, so it would be a waste to hold it. "

Seeing Dean's dazed eyes, Qin Ping couldn't help but urge: "Take it away quickly, or I may regret it at any time. Also, you must remember that I borrowed it from you, and you must pay it back when the time comes."

"Otherwise, I will let Prussia kill you."

Master, you are such a stingy yet generous master. There is really no future with you.

Dean showed a smile, but shook his head: "Thank you very much, Master, for your generosity, but I won't ask for it."

"Why?" Qin Ping didn't understand: "Your Bai Hong is much better with this knife. You also like this knife very much. Why don't you want it?"

"The best is not necessarily the most suitable for you." Looking at his knife, Dean's eyes were full of tenderness: "For me, Bai Hong is not only my weapon, he is also my partner. A partner who never gives up.”

"Moreover, it was handed into my hands by my teacher. It is a symbol of our school. I will only use this knife in my life."

Looking at Qin Ping who seemed to understand, Dean straightened his face and warned: "Master, a swordsman's sword is their second life. If you want to go further in the way of swordsmanship, you must be with yourself." The knife resonates.”

"Resonate?" Qin Ping was a little confused. He was the most helpless with such mysterious and mysterious things.

Dean nodded, his eyes bursting with intense color: "That's right, Master, when you get your own sword, I think your journey as a swordsman has already begun...")

In the dead of night, Qin Ping, who was tossing and turning in bed, was still thinking about Dean's words.

Has my journey as a swordsman really begun?

Have I truly stepped onto the stage of this world from an ordinary person?

Touching the scabbard, the leather texture felt in my hand was so delicate that it was well preserved even if it had been left aside for a long time.

"Dean said that if he wants to resonate with you, he must first give you a name. What did you say you wanted to be called?"

Looking up to the sky and holding the long knife, Qin Ping murmured to himself: "Since you don't say anything, I will pick it up for you, even though I have been criticized for getting the name."

"Since it is my Qin Ping's sword, why not call it Qin Dao. Well, there was Tang Dao in ancient times, but now Qin Dao is easy to remember and understand."

After saying that, Qin Ping began to feel complacent. He thought the name was very good.

Not long after he was happy, Qin Ping's hand suddenly slipped. "oops!"

Qin Ping sat up and covered his nose in pain. He felt as if the nose was no longer his own.

Although I have been hit by mobile phones frequently in my life, this knife is much heavier than the mobile phone.

The moment he was hit, he lost all feeling in his nose, although the horse recovered.

But don't lose your appearance... He gently rubbed his nose. If the bridge of his nose was smashed, he would be on the verge of crying.

After a while, the soreness in his nose gradually disappeared. Looking at the knife in his hand with tears in his eyes, Qin Ping scolded: "Forget it if you don't like to complain, why do you do it?"

The extremely depressed Qin Ping drew his sword out of its sheath again, and the faint dragon's roar could be heard clearly in the silent room.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and Qin Pingxin finally had an idea.

"His body is like ink, and his voice is like a dragon. In that case, how about I call you Black Dragon Yin."

Qin Ping's hand began to exert force and firmly grasped the knife in his hand.

"Now, since you didn't respond, I take it as your acquiescence."

Molongyin is really a good name.

Let me tell you, my ability to pick names is not bad at all. What a group of guys who don't know how to appreciate it.

Holding Mo Longyin tightly, Qin Ping fell asleep contentedly.

The only thing that is not beautiful is that,

A little panicked.

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