Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

At the same time, cracks appeared on Ding Qiankun's knife placed in Zhengyang Palace of King Xuanhe.

At the same time that the crack appeared, there was the unique sound of gold and stone in the originally silent palace when weapons were handed over, and none of the palace people who were working next to them seemed to have heard it, calm and indifferent.

Looking at the knife again, you can understand why those people had such a reaction—this knife was placed in the side hall as a sharp weapon in the town house. Except for important occasions where the knife must be carried, King Xuanhe basically did not touch it. One of the first few works, naturally has the privilege of not being placed with other knives.

The blade of Ding Qiankun was pulled out and placed separately from the scabbard. The scabbard was placed on the lower frame of the blade, and the blade was placed flat on the upper wooden frame.

At this moment, it can be seen that there is more than one crack on the body of the knife, just like an ice crack. It is nothing more than a different size of the crack, and there is nothing special about it.Except that the palace people would report to the king in panic when they first discovered the crack, but the more they got used to it later on.

It is said that this is not the first knife to appear cracked.

Perhaps it was too old, so these knives began to be damaged, and those palace people thought so.

Here, people don't care much about human life, who would care about a knife?

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured?" Ding Yan asked solemnly,

"I'm fine." Guan Gan didn't understand what was going on with this person, but he didn't want the person to remember that he hadn't endorsed it, so he could only say a little more: "It should be the time that was forged." As it grows, damage occurs."

"Damaged?" Ding Yan frowned, and repeated, "What kind of damage is it? I remember the last time I saw you, you were obviously very well."

"That's because I'm in the scabbard, and my bones always hurt. I guess it's because I'm going to transform, so the blade can't hold my aura and there are some fractures." Guan Gan pursed his lips, "But , When the blade is placed in the scabbard, it will feel a little better, except when the blade is in the scabbard, I will also feel much better when I am with you."

So this kid uses him as painkiller ointment every day?

Ding Yan didn't think it was normal to have "bone pain" like this every day, especially when the opponent's blade was placed in the scabbard and when it was pulled out, he felt that it was wrong.

"How long have you felt this bone pain?" Ding Yan asked.

"About..." Guan Gan thought for a while, "Not long after Wang ascended the throne, I gradually felt it."

He thought about it again, and added: "Except for those times, every time I fight on the battlefield, I will feel a little more comfortable, but..."

He seemed a little unsure how to describe it.

"But what?" Ding Yan asked.

"Maybe I shouldn't say that, but every time I kill someone, I will be very happy, so I will cover up the discomfort." Guan Gan said, "I can't judge whether that feeling is comfortable or not." , but when I am on the battlefield, I have a feeling of getting a steady stream of energy."

Ding Yan didn't know what this situation was like, but Guan Gan's narration made him feel that this feeling should not be a good thing.

In this way, the knife that can only feel happy when killing people does not look like an auspicious thing, but a bad omen.

He looked at the child's eyes, and when he mentioned killing people, those eyes actually shot out a light that made him feel threatened.

This is not a good thing.

"Do you like killing people?" he asked.

Such a sudden sentence stunned Guan Gan, and he asked, "What? Killing people?"

Ding Yan nodded.

Then, on the child's face, he saw a strange scene that was extremely divided yet extremely harmonious.

Guan Gan maintained that expression of not knowing whether it was sadness or a smile, tilted his head and looked at him, and said, "I don't know."

He didn't think the smell of blood was good, and he also hated the discomfort when the flesh and skin oil was sticky on his body, but at the moment of killing, he was relaxed, as if he had vented all his discomfort.

Ding Yan smacked his lips, feeling that the current situation is not very good.

Why does this kid look sick.

"I don't know what's going on with your race, but I judge that your state is not right." Ding Yan said.

"Us?" Guan Gan didn't seem to understand this sentence. He thought for a while and said, "I think it should be normal, because before this, there were many knives like this. Several of Wang's good knives were treated like this. Discarded."

"How many?" Ding Yan asked.

"Yes, there are many knives in this state before me. Maybe it's just that we have been forged for too long, so we have produced irresistible damage." Guan Gan speculated.

Ding Yan looked at him and said nothing.

If he guessed right, this kind of secret technique should not have started from King Xuanhe's generation, at least, it also started from King Xuanhe's father's generation. The basis of casting spells should be these knives.

Although King Xuanhe's father was not as famous as King Xuanhe in history, he was still considered a master knife maker.After all, the Xuan royal family started with a knife.

Why do you have to buy materials and make knives by yourself after you become a king, obviously you don't have to do it yourself?

The reason for this is probably: only the knife made by Wang himself has the effect of casting spells, and can firmly hold the thing in his hand.

A knife maker, counted among the "workers", is not much better than the lowest "merchant", but it can quickly become the king of the country, and it has not been resisted by the people for so long, if it is not because King Xuanhe is too arrogant , may exist for a long time.

Ding Yan put down Guan Gan's wrist, thought carefully, and after a while, asked, "Did the king do anything to you?"

Guan Gan shook his head and said, "No."

This answer was expected by Ding Yan, but he was always determined to hear it with his own ears.

The way to solve the puzzle from Guan Gan is also broken, and he can't ask King Xuanhe, "What are you conspiring with the national teacher, can you tell me about it."

Moreover, the blade of Guan Gan has already broken. If it is not resolved, I am afraid that this knife will end up in the same fate as those "predecessors" soon.