Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 416 - 416 Naming the Sword

Chapter 416: Chapter 416 Naming the Sword

The lotus seeds were embedded in the blade, just like they were attached to the knife, so there was no need for a jade box... Xu Qi'an said, "I'm such a smart guy."

Time passed by, and Xu Qi'an sat at the table, staring at it eagerly. To prevent the lotus seeds from falling on the table, if the table was enlightened, it would be a big joke.

In the future, the little mare doesn't need to be ridden anymore, she can sit on the table to travel, and the four tables can flexibly cross mountains and ridges?

He supported the table with his elbows, supported his cheeks, and was in a trance. Inspired by the effects of lotus seeds, he couldn't help but diverge his thoughts and thought of some interesting jokes.

If the lotus seeds are used to enlighten the right hand, the right hand will say: I still have to rely on you to pretend. The underwear said: Where did you put me?

The cigarette said: Shut up, both of you, and suck me.

The scabbard said: You fucking want to fucking insert me again?

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.

"Alas! I can only entertain myself, I can't share..."

He slowly put away his smile, holding his cheek with one hand, and tapping the table with the fingers of the other hand boredly, feeling that he was in the atmosphere of "If you don't come after midnight, I will play chess and the lamp will fall."

The full moon was hanging high, and the cold moonlight was blocked outside the house by the screen window. The sharp chirping of insects rose and fell, highlighting the tranquility of the night.

On the wooden shelf by the window, there was an animal head incense burner, burning mosquito repellent spices. There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and it is impossible to sleep without burning mosquito repellent spices at night.

Of course, warriors above the sixth rank don't have to worry about mosquito bites.

Unknowingly, three hours passed, the moonlight disappeared, and the sky outside the window was dark.

During this process, Xu Qian'an watched the lotus seeds wither little by little, and watched the black gold long sword slowly transform. It didn't become sharp, but it no longer felt like a dead object, it seemed to be alive.

The white and tender lotus seeds shrank completely and fell to the ground.

"Buzz!"

The black-gold long sword flew up by itself with a trembling sound, and flew around Xu Qi'an.

It seemed to be very close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to its parents.

What a wonderful feeling, although it is still a sword, it feels alive to me, like a child, and also like a pet... Xu Qi'an's mouth curled up unconsciously.

Watching the black-gold long sword flying around the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the Erha he raised in his previous life, which was also so jumpy and would keep hitting himself with its head when he was happy.

As soon as this thought came up, he saw the black-gold long sword move beautifully, and the tip of the sword was aimed at him, and it shot over.

No, no, no, I'm going to die... Xu Qi'an's face changed drastically.

Ding!

There was no time to dodge, so he could only activate the Vajra Divine Art. His chest was hit by a Ding, just like being stabbed by a needle, and it was extremely painful.

The power of the black gold long sword has increased dramatically. I tried to cut myself before, and it didn't hurt at all... Xu Qian'an turned around with a dark face, silently accepting the loving "protection" of the sword.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The black gold long sword was like a happy Husky, constantly hitting Xu Qian'an's back with its "head" to show its intimacy.

If I hadn't cultivated the Vajra Divine Art, I might have become the first owner to be "loved to death" by my own sword. Fortunately, I have this body-protecting divine art. Well, this is also part of my luck.

After a long time, the black gold long sword was affectionate enough and fell gently on the table.

Xu Qian'an grabbed the handle of the sword, held it horizontally in front of him, stared at the blade, and whispered: "The next step is to give you a name."

According to Zhong Li, giving a name is a very important part of recognizing the master. Once a spiritual peerless divine weapon has a name, it will not be changed.

Whoever gives it a name is its owner.

The name of the Sword of the Nation is "Zhen Guo", which was given by the founding emperor.

Therefore, the significance of the Sword of the Nation is to suppress the fate of the country. Therefore, Xu Qian'an can use it.

Naming has an unimaginable meaning for the peerless magic weapon, which is equivalent to defining its existence.

And for the owner, this is also a time to ask his heart and make a great wish.

What name should I give it?... Xu Qian'an pondered for a long time. I don't know why, but he suddenly felt a surge of blood, as if he was communicating with the world.

He had a hunch that a crucial decision in his life was waiting for him.

He inexplicably felt that the room was too small and the roof was too low to accommodate his ambition.

Bang!

He pushed open the door, left the yard, and walked all the way out to the top of a cliff.

At this time, the sky was blue and dark, and the mountain wind was whistling, blowing up his long hair and the corners of his clothes. The whole person seemed to float up and fly away at any time.

"I am a tourist from another world. In this world, I do not worship gods or Buddhas, nor do I worship the king or the heaven and earth. I have only one long-cherished wish, which is that there will be fewer injustices in the world, and the people can live more like humans, not animals. I don't want the Chuzhou massacre to happen again......

"I'll call you "Taiping". Follow me, eliminate all injustices, and bring peace to the people! Bring peace to the world forever! "

He raised his long sword high, and felt his heart as clear as glass, and his thoughts were clear.

Crack!

The magic jade pendant sent by the supervisor to shield the luck had cracks.

At this moment, the Taiping Sword felt it, and burst out with a sky-high sword intent, straight into the sky, breaking through the clouds on the top of the Quanrong Mountain.

At this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on the Quanrong Mountain, and a strong wind blew, blowing away the clouds that had not dispersed all year round, blowing up countless dead branches and green leaves, and the forest was shaking. From a distance, it seemed as if the whole mountain was shaking.

Such a movement alarmed the masters of the Quanrong Mountain Wulin League headquarters, including Yang Cuixue, Xiao Yuenu and other sect leaders who were resting on the mountain.

"What happened?"

"Enemy attack, is there an enemy attack? Wake up everyone."

"Such a terrible phenomenon, who is coming, could it be a third-grade?"

"Could it be the revenge of the head of the Earth Sect! "

One by one, the masters rushed out of the room, not even having time to light a candle.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The melodious and dense bell sound echoed between heaven and earth, and echoed in every corner of Quanrong Mountain.

This was the highest warning bell, telling the tribesmen in the mountain to guard against enemy attacks.

The masters of the Wulin League rushed out of the room and came to the open space, where they saw the terrible vision with their own eyes. It seemed that there was only a strong wind between heaven and earth, and streams of air rolled up, rolling up gravel, green leaves, dead branches, etc.

Such a terrible vision of heaven and earth has long exceeded the limits of mortals.

Xiao Yuenu was wearing a pink robe that covered her exquisite and protruding figure. She was wearing a white inner garment inside. The incident happened suddenly, and she had no time to wear a complicated Luo skirt.

Jewelry was also excluded, and only a goose yellow ribbon was used to tie up her black hair.

She jumped onto the roof gracefully, looked around, and saw Yang Cuixue and several acquaintances.

"What's going on? "Xiao Yuenu's voice was cold, and she clenched the silver bone-breaking fan in her hand.

"Either the ancestor has broken through, or the enemy has attacked." Fu Jingmen said in a deep voice: "I just came out too."

The faces of the gang leaders were serious and they were ready for battle.

"Is it the leader of the Earth Sect?" Xiao Yuenu raised her eyebrows and made a judgment.

She subconsciously clenched the fan.

Fu Jingmen and others' faces sank at the same time. If it was the Earth Sect that attacked, it must be for Yue's Villa, but soon found that Yue's Villa was empty, and in anger, they came to retaliate against the Wulin Alliance.

Although the Wulin Alliance is a giant in the world, it is still far behind the three sects of Taoism, unless the ancestor personally takes action.

Even so, the battle between the peak strong men is still a disaster for Quanrong Mountain.

At this time, Yang Cuixue said: "Alliance leader! "

Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, jumped up and down on the roof a few times, and stopped in front of everyone.

"Did the old leader break through?"

"Is it an enemy attack, Alliance Leader Cao?"

The leaders of the sects and gangs came forward to ask.

Cao Qingyang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not the old ancestor..."

Everyone looked at each other, no longer holding any luck.

Cao Qingyang didn't say anything else, and quickly locked the source of the storm and took the lead to ride the wind.

Yang Cuixue and others followed.

Soon, they left the building complex and went around to the left side of the main peak, where there was a cliff.

On the cliff, a tall young man stood proudly, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy penetrated the sky, as magnificent as the power of heaven, and streams of air entangled around the sword energy.

"Xu Yinluo?!"

A surprised voice sounded, and everyone in the Wulin Alliance looked at this scene with a bit of confusion and astonishment.

Such a big commotion was caused by Xu Yinluo?

He, the sword in his hand...Cao Qingyang's eyes fell directly on the dark golden long sword.

"Gulu..."

Someone swallowed his saliva, looked at the long sword with a greedy face, and his eyes flashed with envy.

Anyone can see that this is a peerless magic weapon. People in the martial arts world have the least resistance to magic weapons.

More and more people gathered and witnessed the scene of the young man standing proudly on the top of the mountain and breaking through the clouds.

"Isn't it an enemy attack?"

"Xu, what is Xu Yinluo doing..."

The crowd talked a lot, but no one could give them an answer.

But from today, there will be one more rumor in the martial arts world: In the midsummer of the 37th year of Yuanjing, Xu Qian'an had an epiphany at Quanrong Mountain and was born with a strange phenomenon.

After a long time, the sword energy was restrained and the strong wind subsided. At this time, the first ray of morning light in the east shone on Xu Qian'an, illuminating his handsome profile.

On the spot, I don't know how many women were moved.

Xu Qi'an took back the knife and put it into the scabbard. He exhaled silently, and suddenly realized his mission, and felt comfortable all over.

He glanced at Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the Wulin League members who were watching from a distance, and said loudly: "I have realized something. I disturbed everyone, and..."

As soon as the voice fell, a slightly hurried call came from the back mountain: "Come, come..."

Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang looked at each other and knew that it was the voice of the old leader of the Wulin League.

The others also heard it.

"What's the voice, who is it?" Fu Jingmen looked around and shouted.

"Master Fu, don't be rude." Cao Qingyang scolded: "That's the ancestor."

Hearing this, the Wulin League members were in an uproar and talked excitedly.

"Ancestor, is that the voice of the ancestor?"

"My father has said since I was a child that the ancestor lives in the back mountain, but I have never heard the voice of the ancestor since I was born."

"The ancestor has been protecting the Wulin League for thousands of years."

The Wulin League has always claimed that the founder is still alive, but the people in the world have never seen the person who is the same age as the country, including the people of the Wulin League. Since childhood, the elders have said that the back mountain is a forbidden area and the place where the ancestor practiced in seclusion.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has ever really met him, and even heard his voice.

"The ancestor is calling Alliance Leader Cao, Alliance Leader Cao, please go over quickly, don't let the ancestor wait for too long."

Seeing Cao Qingyang standing there, everyone urged anxiously:

"Alliance Leader Cao? The ancestor is calling you."

"Alliance Leader Cao, go quickly."

The two "you come", no doubt, must be calling Alliance Leader Cao. In the Wulin League, on the Quanrong Mountain, only Cao Qingyang was qualified to meet the ancestor.

Because he was the leader of the league, the person who made the decisions for this generation.

Cao Qingyang still did not move, and nodded to Xu Qian'an.

Xu Qian'an immediately headed for the back mountain. Compared with before, he was suddenly no longer afraid that the secret of his luck would be exposed, but at this moment, he was full of energy and free and unrestrained.

One by one, a pair of eyes stared at Xu Qian'an's back in a slightly dull manner.

The ancestor was not calling Cao the leader?

The ancestor had been silent for hundreds of years, and for the first time he spoke in front of everyone, he actually called Xu Yinluo?

......

In front of the stone gate, Xu Qian'an held his saber and said respectfully: "Senior, what do you want to see me for?"

"Who are you? Why do you have luck?"

The old voice asked, straight to the point, without any procrastination, with a strong martial arts style.

Just like he talked with Xu Qiyan last night, the secrets of destiny and historical events were all straightforward and never kept people in suspense.

I still like to play with warriors. The Supervisor Jinlian Wei Yuan and others are all dirty-hearted. I am ashamed to be with them......Xu Qiyan sighed in his heart and said:

"I am just an ordinary citizen in Dafeng, but I do have destiny. To be honest, it is the destiny of the country."

There was no reply from the stone gate, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Twenty years ago, during the Shanhaiguan battle, a mysterious sorcerer and the leader of the Tiangu tribe of the Gu tribe stole half of Dafeng's national destiny. That national destiny finally fell on me.

"But I don't know why I was chosen......"

Xu Qian'an briefly talked about the matter of destiny and his own experience.

It was strange that he never mentioned destiny when facing Wei Yuan and Jin Lian, even though Taoist Jin Lian knew something about it.

But he had no intention of hiding anything from this old man.

The reason can be summarized into two points: First, the other party is a straightforward warrior who speaks directly, unlike Jin Lian and Wei Yuan, who are too thoughtful. When getting along with them, you can't help but think too much and worry too much.

Second, the warrior inside is the same age as the country and has seen a lot. The scene just now can't be hidden from him at all. He summoned him so urgently, and he must have seen something.

So Xu Qian'an might as well be generous and tell the secret.

"No wonder the national power of Dafeng has weakened so rapidly in the past twenty years. It is due to the emperor's cultivation and the theft of his luck." The old man suddenly said:

"What happened to you just now?"

Xu Qian'an told the old man about the lotus seed that enlightened the sword and helped it to become a peerless magic weapon.

"What's the name of the sword?"

"Taiping, which means peace in the world."

The old man smiled, and his voice was clear: "The third rank of Confucianism is called Liming. When promoted, there will be strange phenomena. That's because the Confucian scholar is responsible for the luck of the human race.

"Although you are not a Confucian, the essence is the same. Therefore, the strange phenomenon just now occurred. Here is a piece of advice for you. Remember today's thoughts. If you fall into the devil's way in the future, you will die from the backlash of luck."

"I understand." Xu Qi'an nodded, and did not forget to ask:

"Senior, what do you think of my situation?"

"Opinion? Well, don't join the Wulin League, I don't want you anymore." The old man said.

Bah, vulgar martial artist....... Xu Qi'an spat in his heart, thinking that you turned your face too quickly. Knowing that I was a pawn of the Supervisor and the mysterious sorcerer, you immediately became cowardly.

"Of course, if I can be promoted to the second rank, the Wulin League can protect you. Haha, a second-rank warrior, even if I can't beat the first-rank of other systems, I am not afraid."

The old man in the stone gate smiled and said, "You don't have to be wary of me. I am determined to reach the top of martial arts, and I will never touch luck. Otherwise, I would have fought to the death with your great ancestor of Dafeng five hundred years ago. As for now, I am not rebelling, so it's useless to have luck."

"But if there is great luck accompanying you, maybe, the senior can turn the tide and be promoted to the second rank?" Xu Qi'an tried.

The old man was silent.

Just when Xu Qi'an secretly cursed himself for being stupid and opened a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said faintly:

"What gave you the illusion that a warrior can manipulate luck?"

.....Xu Qi'an bowed and saluted: "I was careless."

Yes, even if this ancestor coveted his luck, how could a crude warrior know how to absorb luck?

In the end, the virgin still stared at Picasso in anxiety.

After a moment of silence, Xu Qian'an was unwilling to give up and asked, "Senior, do you have any other advice?"