Crossing the sword spirit of the world of comprehension

Wang Xiaojian poked faintly in the corner of Heiququ, staring longingly at the only solid gate not far away.

He looked very calm on the surface, but secretly he was crying——when will someone come? !

Wang Xiaojian couldn't remember how long he had been poking in this corner without moving. Anyway, as soon as he came here, he poked in the corner and counted sheep, sleeping and waking up and sleeping again.

In the past, he would never have imagined himself sleeping standing up, but now he can proudly stand in front of the military trainer who used to twist his ears and say loudly——

The military posture of the labor station is absolutely unrivaled, lasting, straight, and firm!

Because he really turned into a sword!

Wang Xiaojian stood firmly in the corner, silently recalling his short life.

That's right, he wasn't born a sword, he was a human first before inexplicably becoming a dusty sword.

A living person who can run and jump and has parents.

How should I talk about such a fantasy thing... In short, we have to push forward many days, starting from when he was squatting on the toilet.That day, Wang Xiaojian was squatting on the toilet with a certain big hand's collection of pictorials, and while squatting, he was fascinated by the big hand's figure paintings.In that painting was a tall and straight man who looked like a fairy of ice and snow.

The person in the painting has long, soft and smooth hair, black hair interspersed with strands of silvery white, a snow fox cloak draped over his body chicly, a crystal white fur collar surrounding a jade-like cheek, eyebrows and eyes Picturesque, with a cold expression, and a sword that cuts iron like mud hanging from his waist, which looks inviolable against the background of snow-capped mountains and full moon in dark blue, light black and other colors——

To paraphrase Wang Xiaojian's words——Oh my god, I'm a god!

This painting has been treasured by Wang Xiaojian for several years, and he took it out to have a look if he had nothing to do.

Wang Xiaojian is a crook, and he doesn't have much entanglement with his sexuality. The only entanglement is that he only drools at the Two-dimensional characters, but has little interest in the three-dimensional boys walking around shirtless in the bathroom. .

And the one he has been secretly in love with for the longest is only the beautiful ice and snow boy in the painting.

He squatted on the toilet looking at the male god, fell asleep somehow after watching, and after waking up, he turned into a sword!

...Turn the table, even if there is a sword character in the name of labor and management, you can't play me like this! (#‵′)

So in the following time, Wang Xiaojian poked in the corner like a zombie and did a lot of psychological construction for himself. He finally accepted the fact that he was a sword, but in the end he found that the environment he was in was wrong.

Looking around, this is a dark room, inside there are many ebony shelves like a library, on which are various weapons, most of them are swords, long and short black The white ones are straight and curved, all-encompassing and all-encompassing, and the remaining hooks, halberds, knives and guns are mixed among the swords in bits and pieces.

Among them, directly in front of Wang Xiaojian, there was a dusty hammer.No matter what shape these weapons are, they all emit a faint light, with different shades and colors.For example, the hammer directly in front was gray and inconspicuous, but its whole body exuded a dazzling golden brilliance, almost blinding Wang Xiaojian's dog's eyes.

It seems that these are treasures, but Wang Xiaojian is not happy at all. The famous paintings and antiques are all locked in safes, warehouses, etc. in places where the sun cannot be seen. Is it possible that I will be locked up for a lifetime?

Do you want to be so cruel QAQ

"Why do you keep staring at me? Could it be that you are overwhelmed by my powerful beauty?"

At the moment of sadness, a voice suddenly said, Wang Xiaojian was startled, and quickly looked around.

"What are you looking at? My uncle is right in front of you!"

Wang Xiaojian finally found the right position, stared at the gray hammer tremblingly and asked, "You, are you talking?"

Hammer snorted arrogantly, "Nonsense, who else can talk here except me?"

It sounded like he was talking awesome, but it's really awesome that a hammer can talk.

The golden light gradually distorted, gradually showing a disheveled child, the child shook his hair and said: "It's really rare, this broken sword of yours actually has a sword spirit. Hey, my name is Hong Tian Hammer, how about you? "

Wang Xiaojian hurriedly reported his family name.

"Wang Xiaojian?" The child rubbed his chin, "I've never heard of this name, it doesn't look like a famous weapon... Well, but the swords that can produce spirits are all peerless magic weapons, such as me. Hey, who made you ?”

...my mother made it.

Wang Xiaojian was silent.

The child asked a few more questions, and Wang Xiaojian looked bewildered.

"It seems that you suddenly became a spiritual being." The child concluded firmly.

"No, I'm squatting on the toilet... It's not important, what's important is that I don't know anything now, you are so beautiful and beautiful, can you tell me what's going on?"

"My name is Bang Tian Hammer!" The child was angry.

"Yes, yes, Sky-Bombing Hammer."

The child turned from anger to joy, triumphant.

"You asked the right person. I haven't seen anything in tens of thousands of years. I have seen a baby like you who suddenly became a spiritual being..." He squinted at Wang Xiaojian, "Do you want to know? If you want to know, just beg……"

"I beg you!"

Answer without gaps at all.

"..." The child was silent for two seconds, and said contemptuously, "You are really spineless!"

The spineless Wang Xiaojianmo.

Probably because it was too lonely, or the room was too quiet, the child coughed twice and said, "Listen well, this is the Hanjing Palace of the Hanhai Yunzong. The Hanhai Yunzong is the leader of the cultivation world, and the Hanjing Palace is the The treasure house in the sect is full of treasures, such as me..."

"Wait, cultivation world? Magical artifact?" Wang Xiaojian felt very bad.

The child rolled his eyes, "Nonsense! Could it be a fairyland? It's a good idea!"

Wang Xiaojian was in Sparta. With the sound of the hammer, Barabara, he finally got a general idea. The summary is as follows.

This is a world of comprehension. Immortals are flying around, each occupying the top of the mountain and starting to establish a sect of cultivation, opening the door to accept disciples and gradually growing, and finally forming a comprehension pattern headed by Hanhai Yunzong, Tianhuan Sword Sect, Kunlun Sword Sect, etc.Of course, there are also evil sects such as Shura Palace, Hundred Ghosts Gate, Youguiyuan, etc. Good and evil have been incompatible since ancient times. They fought back and forth, and I don't know how many people died.In addition, there are all kinds of panaceas and treasures in this world, and the disputes caused by these wave after wave, wave after wave, and many people died.

Among the treasure fairy artifacts, they can generally help practitioners practice, increase their skills and various abilities, and the older or powerful fairy artifacts will produce autonomous consciousness, but generally it is only a simple consciousness, and it will not change form However, those who can turn consciousness into form are even rarer. Immortal artifacts like the Thunderbolt Hammer that not only have independent consciousness but also transform into form and even have complete intelligence are simply hard to come by.

But why such a miraculous hammer was thrown here to be moldy, Hong Tianhammer expressed his embarrassment——

Humans are blind fools!

Wang Xiaojian, who has accepted that he has become a sword, is very calm. Such a setting is no stranger to Wang Xiaojian, who has read countless cultivation novels.

"Then when can I go out?"

This is the most important.

The child pursed his lips, "Then you can only go out when people come in to pick treasures. Hanhai Yunzong holds a treasure hunting conference every three years, and the winning disciples can enter the treasure house to pick treasures as their natal weapons. As long as you are selected, you There is a chance to go out."

Wang Xiaojian's eyes lit up, "When will the Treasure Hunting Conference be held?"

If he could be selected, he would never have to stay in this crappy place again!

"In the past few days, I feel that the spiritual fluctuations outside have weakened. This year's disciples have really good aptitude, and one of them has great potential. If you continue to practice, it is estimated that you will catch up with that old man Tianyang in 100 years. , this year's leader must be him."

The child smacked his lips, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that he is a swordsman, and he also practiced the unfeeling swordsmanship...Damn it, why didn't he choose other exercises? It's rare that my uncle can take a fancy to him, and it's not bad to go out with him to hang out." .”

Wang Xiaojian breathed a sigh of relief, full of expectation, "Then I..."

The child seemed to know what he was thinking, and said contemptuously: "Look at your luck, although I don't want to rob you, there are thousands of swords here that want to choose him. I think you are a sword spirit, but your body is so tattered , I don’t seem to have much ability, they may not be able to choose you..."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of swords in the treasury made buzzing sounds at the same time, and all kinds of brilliance kept flickering, as if echoing the children's words. The mottled light gave Wang Xiaojian a strong sense of sight as if he had entered the dance floor of a nightclub.

Wang Xiaojian looked at his tattered body, then at the countless golden competitors on the opposite side, weeping silently.