Hard to be a master

Before turning around, Guan Jingxuan quickly lowered the slightly upturned corners of her mouth, and then asked Cheng Yun with a puzzled expression, "What advice do you have, Fellow Daoist?"

Cheng Yun stared intently at the ore in Guan Jingxuan's hand, and said, "Is the iron ore in your hand?"

Guan Jingxuan held the ore in front of him and said, "Did you say that? Yes."

At this time, Cheng Yun's face was no longer annoyed, his eyes followed the ore in Guan Jingxuan's hand, and he said: "You just said that you want to exchange the black iron ore with me for the spirit sword?"

Guan Jingxuan sighed helplessly, and said, "Oh, that's what I planned, but since fellow Taoists are not willing to sell it to us no matter what, we can't force it, so don't let it go—"

Now Cheng Yun finally shifted his gaze to Guan Jingxuan, and said eagerly: "Wait! Who said I won't sell it!"

As he spoke, he took out a small palm-sized locked bronze box from his sleeve and put it on the table, and then took out a pocket and exquisite key, inserted it into the lock without turning it, and locked himself through the key. A wave of spiritual power poured into the keyhole, and there was only a soft "click", and the lock on the box bounced open.Cheng Yun pulled out the key and lifted the lid of the box, and suddenly a dazzling white light shot out from the box. Everyone in the room was blinded by the strong light, and when they opened their eyes again, they found that the scene in front of them had disappeared. completely changed.

The room that was originally similar to an inn has now become a room surrounded by walls. This room has no doors and no windows, but light enters from nowhere, illuminating the whole room very brightly.Every wall in the house is covered with wooden brackets, and on each set of wooden brackets is a sword.These swords are different in length, thickness, color, shape, and material, and some have scabbards, while others only have a bare sword.

Cheng Yun turned around and said to Guan Jingxuan: "I have spent many years searching for the spirit swords in this room from all over the world. The natal spiritual weapon is not inferior in comparison. If you are willing to exchange the black iron ore in your hand with me, then you can choose three of the swords here."

The young man who was looking at the room full of swords with great interest turned his head to Cheng Yun, pouted his lips and said, "Brother Yun, you are not kind, I took such a rare treasure to exchange with you, and you gave it to me." I have a spirit weapon, and they have such a small piece of black iron ore, so you promise to give them three pieces?"

Cheng Yun glanced at him, and said, "You know nothing."

Guan Jingxuan said: "There is no need for three, we only need to pick one."

Cheng Yun frowned slightly and said, "Are you sure? The value of the black iron ore in your hand is far higher than a spirit sword. I don't want to take advantage of you for nothing... Wait, what is the value of the black iron ore?" You don't know either, do you?"

Guan Jingxuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I know what it is and know its value. It's useless for me to hold it. It's better to exchange it for a spirit sword suitable for my little apprentice. Can make better use of it than I can.”

With that said, Guan Jingxuan handed the ore to Cheng Yun without any hassle.Cheng Yun took the ore carefully, and said to Guan Jingxuan with a serious face: "I, Cheng Yun, have always done business without deception, and I don't want to take advantage of others. How about this, this time you pick one first, and the remaining two count." I owe you all, and if you need it in the future, you can come to me again at any time."

Guan Jingxuan didn't refuse any more, just said: "If so, thank you very much."

Shen Ziliu finally chose a long sword with a sheath. The scabbard was covered with a layer of black snake skin. The snake pattern on the sheath was cold and smooth to the touch. If you are afraid of snakes, you may have to wear the scabbard just to see it. goosebumps.The sword body is only two fingers wide, white as a bright moon, glowing with cold light, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, sharp and sharp, it looks like a sharp and good sword.

Zi Lan is not only good at using a sword, but also very good at wielding a sword. Shen Ziliu naturally learned a lot from his two-year sparring.However, the reason for choosing this sword is not only because of its good workmanship and materials, but more importantly, when choosing it, Shen Ziliu felt that this sword resonated with his spiritual power, making him feel that this sword is "alive". of.

Cheng Yun, who had been sitting in the corner and studying the black iron ore, saw that Shen Ziliu was satisfied with the sword in his hand, and finally put down the treasure he just got, raised his eyebrows and said: "You have a good eye, this sword is in this room. At least it can be ranked in the top three, but it may not be suitable for you."

Shen Ziliu was still remembering his bad attitude towards Guan Jingxuan just now, so he snorted coldly and said in a strange tone: "If Boss Cheng regrets it, he can just say it directly."

Guan Jingxuan reached out and tapped Shen Ziliu's head, saying: "It's impolite, I have to call you senior. Don't mind, Fellow Daoist Cheng, my little apprentice is just a little outspoken."

Shen Ziliu looked at Guan Jingxuan sadly, and said, "Master, if you knock again, you will knock the disciple stupid."

Cheng Yun, who got the black iron mine, was much easier to talk about than before, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, a child is ignorant."

Shen Ziliu said angrily: "Who do you call a child?!"

Guan Jingxuan covered Shen Ziliu's mouth, then turned to smile at Cheng Yun and said, "You made me laugh, I'll educate you when I go back. You just said that this sword is not suitable for Xiaoliu, can you explain why? ?”

Cheng Yun put the black iron ore in his sleeve and walked over, took the sword from Shen Ziliu's hand, turned it over and handed it to the two masters and apprentices, saying: "This sword is called 'Tunxiang', and it is made of hundreds of refined steels. , the forger was Leng Qingfeng, the famous old owner of Jinghu Mountain Villa. Originally, the old owner planned to give this sword as a gift to his little grandson who had just worshiped in Shushan after the forging was completed. When it was not tempered, a black python suddenly broke into it, and it opened its mouth to swallow the old Zhuang Zhu. In a hurry, Lao Zhuang didn't have time to take his own sword, so he started to fight with the new sword that was still hot and red in his hand. The giant python fought for several rounds, and finally cut the giant python under the sword."

"The giant python quickly shrank back to normal size after it died. It turned out to be a monster snake that had already cultivated the inner alchemy. And the new sword that hadn't been tempered was soaked in snake blood, so it didn't need to be cooled anymore. It’s just that there is always a mark on the sword.”

While talking, Cheng Yun pointed it out to the master and apprentice, and saw that there was indeed a very thin dark red line hidden at the junction of the hilt and the body of the sword, like a snake letter, and there was a small fork at the end. You can't notice it at all.

Cheng Yun continued: "It doesn't matter if it's just a little flaw on the appearance, the key is that after the death of the monster snake, the trace of its original spirit has somehow merged into the sword body, which makes this sword have a very headache. The shortcoming - gluttony."

Guan Jingxuan asked in surprise, "Greedy? Can swords also eat?"

Cheng Yun nodded and said: "And in the state of 'hunger', the power of this sword will be greatly reduced, even inferior to ordinary spirit swords."

"You probably can't understand it just by saying that, why don't you show it to you." As he spoke, Cheng Xun stuffed Tunxiang into the hands of the young man who was watching the scene next to him, and said, "Come and try injecting spiritual power." .”

The boy raised his eyebrows and said, "They are the ones who bought the sword, why should I try it?"

Cheng Yun said: "That kid only has the cultivation of foundation building at first glance. Do you think he can activate this sword? You are a monk at the alchemy stage, even if a little bit of spiritual power is swallowed up, it's not a big deal."

The corner of the boy's lips twitched, and he said, "It's fine if you want me to try it, but you have to promise to give me another piece of ice silk."

Cheng Yun rolled his eyes at him, and was about to agree, when the sword in the boy's hand was suddenly snatched away by Shen Ziliu.

"Who told you that I can't move this sword?"

After finishing speaking in a cold voice, Shen Ziliu clenched the hilt of the sword and poured a burst of spiritual power into it, only to see a faint blue light flashing on the sword body, and the originally extremely thin red lines elongated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye , spreading upwards along the blade, the color also changed from dark red to dazzling bright red, more and more like a bloodthirsty snake letter.