Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

After several days of probing, Guan Gan finally accepted the fact that he could only come into contact with Ding Yan.

Except for Ding Yan, he couldn't touch any living things.

"Could it be that I died a long time ago?" Ding Yan only felt a toothache when he heard this conclusion, "That's why you can touch me."

Guan Gan thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong with this inference. He stretched out his hand to sniff Ding Yan, touched the man's neck, and shook his head regretfully: "You are not dead, you are alive."

Seeing that expression, Ding Yan couldn't help but also tested his breath.

Indeed, there is breathing, and then I feel my pulse, um, the pulse is still beating.

He is alive.

Then why is he so special, the only person Guan Gan can touch now?

"Could it be that I'm the reincarnation of your previous master?" Ding Yan suddenly thought, "Look, your previous master's surname is Ding, and mine is also Ding."

The man looked at him like a fool.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you think it's very possible?" Ding Yan asked.

"Impossible." Guan Gan shook his head, "He is indeed dead, and, according to his tyrannical ruling methods at that time, iron-blooded military skills, after death, no matter whether he was a king or not, he will be immediately put on shackles and framed. Go to hell, and dissipate in heaven and earth after being punished, and there will be no chance to come back again."

This made Ding Mu a little curious. He really wanted to know what inhuman things this King Xuanhe had done to make him lose his last dignity as a king, and it even involved the weapons he used.

"What did he do at that time? Why is it so, so miserable?" He really didn't know how to describe it.

Guan Gan glanced at him and saw that he looked very excited, like an aunt in the village discussing family affairs, determined to scare him, and said: "King Xuanhe is tyrannical, but he is very cunning, he is a strange person , especially in knives making, he once slaughtered all the underage children and old people over sixty in a village in order to test the difference between the blood of children and the blood of old people in the process of making knives. When the two knives were born, they were accompanied by a cloud of blood, and they would not be sheathed if there was no blood."

"Then what will happen to these two knives?" Ding Yan really wanted to know what would happen to these two knives, which were obviously not subdued by ordinary people.

"It was cut in half by me, so it can't be used anymore." Guan Gan raised his hand to touch a cup of tea and drank it, looking a bit high-spirited.

Ding Yan immediately applauded when he heard this, and felt from the bottom of his heart that this knife is powerful, and a knife that can cut off such a murderous knife must have two brushes.

"No more?" he asked again.

"In order to obtain a piece of meteorite from the sky, he did not hesitate to blow up a city, just to facilitate the transportation of the meteorite, so that it could come to him as soon as possible." Guan Gan said after thinking for a while.

"What about the people in that city? Didn't you notify them in advance?" Ding Yan was a little taken aback.

"No, he doesn't want people to interfere with his actions." Guan Gan said, "The knife made of meteoric iron failed to survive half a breath under my blade."

"Hey." Ding Yan applauded, "You're pretty good."

A proud smile appeared on Guan Gan's face, and he said, "I am the sharpest knife in King Xuanhe's hand, and also the toughest knife."

"Then how were you refined?" Ding Yan was curious.

"There is no special material. The material for refining my blade is ordinary iron essence." Guan Gan said, it seems that he does not think it is something to be ashamed to be surrounded by a group of famous swords and treasures.

"Then why do you..." Ding Yan couldn't figure it out, "Why are you able to cut off those knives made by various strange methods?"

"I was the first knife he made. Although his skills were not as good as later, and the materials he used were not as weird as before, he wanted to make a good knife with all his heart."

For a knife, the material does not need to be rare, as long as the blade is sharp.

And what the swordsmith who forges a knife should not ask for "I want to forge the best knife in the world", but "I want to forge a good knife". Refining a knife will naturally produce a good knife.

"I am not the most famous sword in the world that he pursued later, but I am a good sword." Guan Gan said.

"Then why are you still shattered like this?" Ding Yan flicked Ding Qiankun's damaged blade, not daring to use force, for fear that it would be broken by him.

"There is no iron that cannot be corroded by rust." Guan Gan smiled, "Even if I have cut off so many knives, even if I have cut so many hard objects, I am nothing more than a knife made of iron."

He was not cut off by a knife or cracked by a hard object, but he slowly lost his former energy over the long years and was slowly eroded by time.

He didn't break all at once, but slowly.

Ding Yan looked at the man's expression, he clearly saw that his expression was plain, but he felt that this man was very sad.

He opened his mouth carefully, and asked, "You are in his tomb, watching yourself rust little by little?"

When the sword was not old, it lost the chance to be used again, and then watched its body oxidize, break, and rust in the long years, and lost the last chance.

Now, I can't even be polished.