The white-haired swordsman sat under the plum tree.
At this time of year, the plum blossoms have not yet bloomed, and there are only crooked and twisted dead branches, like the white hair on a swordsman’s head, withered and lonely.
The boys and girls stood in front of him, feeling uneasy in their hearts, but their years of upbringing allowed them to hold on and not show any timidity.
The white-haired man glanced at these young people in rich clothes, and the corners of his mouth raised, showing a rare smile, showing that he was in a happy mood.
As for why he is happy, only he himself knows.
"you--"
He casually pointed at a young man in the front.
The young man's face was filled with joy, and he quickly stepped forward, bowed and said: "Little man Zhuang Nian of the Wuhe clan, I would like to pay my respects to the swordsman. The swordsman has always been peaceful?"
Pei Shoujing frowned. Zhuang Nian talked too much. He spoke before the swordsman asked. It seemed that he didn't listen to a word he said.
The white-haired man asked: "What did your family bring you?"
Zhuang Nian was startled, but he didn't expect the white-haired man to come up and ask this.
The family gave him the information, of course they were not afraid of showing it to the swordsman, and they even expected the swordsman to take a quick look at their family's valuable treasure. But he felt in his heart that the white-haired man had to ask about his origin first, then test his ability, then explore his family's background, and finally look at the background.
Why don't you take the first few steps and just look at the treasure?
Wouldn't it be too...vulgar?
He did not dare to lose his respect by making such a slander, so he took out the box from his arms, bowed and said, "This is the ancestral ivy sword of the family."
When he opened the box, he saw a four-foot-long sword. The blade of the sword was glowing with a faint green color, and the lines on the sword seemed to be intertwined with thin vines.
The white-haired man reached out and grabbed the Ivy Sword in his hand. Zhuang Nian's face changed slightly and he quickly lowered his head.
You must know that this sword is a family treasure. As a direct heir and qualified, Zhuang Nian is one of the top three in the family and cannot touch it casually, let alone outsiders. It's just that family rules are not worth mentioning in front of the swordsman, so Zhuang Nian can only lower his head and shut up.
The white-haired man played with it for a while and said, "A magical weapon?"
Zhuang Nian couldn't answer. He vaguely knew that his sword was a magical weapon, but he didn't know the classification of the magical weapon. But he heard that "First Level" was not considered high-level, and he always felt that it was not worthy of the status of his own magical weapon. You must know that when he was a child, he had seen the magic of his own magical weapon with his own eyes.
The white-haired man did not return it. Instead, he placed the magic weapon in a box next to him and continued to ask the next girl, "What did you bring?"
One by one, these young men and women came forward to offer the swords they brought, which were basically magic weapons. Even the Pei family asked Pei Renhu to bring a new magic weapon. These families are not allowed to have real swords. Even if they do, they won't bring them out, and they won't be used if they are brought out. Moreover, the sword is too picky for the swordsman and cannot be forcibly held by sword control. It is not as practical as a magical weapon that no one can control.
Only one young man brought a real magic weapon. Although it was very well-made, it was still inferior to the realm. Everyone looked at him with various eyes, which made him blush.
You must know that a magic weapon must be made by a swordsman's sword. It is much rarer and more powerful than a magic weapon. However, magic weapons cannot be kept for too long and will become ordinary after a certain period of time. However, a magic weapon can last forever and will not be damaged for at least a hundred years. Therefore, after accumulating over time, there are not too few magical weapons in the world. These families are willing to sacrifice part of their wealth to finally get one as a foundation. Using the magic weapon as a foundation is a bit inferior.
"This magical weapon is interesting." The white-haired man looked around and finally noticed a bright red sword.
At first glance, the sword looked bright red, but after a second glance, I felt that it was red with white in it. The red was as bright as fire, and the white was as pure as light. There seemed to be flames beating on the blade. It was magnificent and extraordinary.
Wang Cheng raised his head slightly and said: "This is my family's ancestral magic weapon - the Lihuo Sword, which is printed from the ancient divine sword. Although it is a magic weapon, its power is not inferior to ordinary power swords or even..."
The white-haired man said calmly: "It is indeed an ancient sword. I heard you speak with some knowledge. Have you read the ancient sword manual?"
Wang Cheng said: "I don't know much about this, but my ancestors once had the honor to read the fragments of the sword manual and saw the image of the ancient Lihuo sword of Nanming. They have never forgotten it. Just say that my family does not have a swordsman. If there is a swordsman, it is best to find one. Ancient Li Fire Sword.”
The white-haired man said: "You want to hold an ancient sword? You have a big appetite. There are only a few ancient swordsmen in the world today, and every one of them is a master."
Wang Cheng said: "It would be fine if the ancient sword did not appear in the world. If it did, why wouldn't I be the swordsman?" This sentence was resonant. The children of aristocratic families like them, no matter what their temperament, never lacked self-confidence.
The white-haired man looked at him squarely and said, "You are ambitious. Can you control a magic weapon?"
Wang Cheng said: "Of course."
Even though his family does not have a complete inheritance of swordsmen, he still understands some common sense. If Wang Cheng couldn't even hold a magical weapon and had to rely on sword-wielding skills, then his words about becoming a swordsman of ancient swords would not be heroic words, but a joke.
Seeing the white-haired man's signal, Wang Cheng stretched out his hand and held the Lihuo Sword.
The sword burned instantly!
The sword light that was originally beating like a flame really jumped. The three-foot sword blade burst out into a seven-foot-long flame. The center of the flame was bright red and became whiter as it went around. The tail of the flame beating in the wind has turned pure white. , transcending the temperature of fire, like the strongest and brightest light.
The surrounding teenagers felt the heat and retreated one after another. Standing a few feet away, they were still feeling hot, as if they were going to burst into flames.
The white-haired man stared at the dancing firelight, and then looked at Wang Cheng's left hand. His left hand pinched the sword fingers neatly.
Not swordsmanship.
There is such power without triggering the sword skills. Wang Cheng is a perfect match for this magical weapon.
Magic weapons are the shadow of swordsmanship. Wang Cheng's ability to hold magic weapons shows that his talent is in the same direction as the sword. When the ancient sword is placed in front of him in the future, he will have a great chance of being recognized.
Of course not for sure. The selection of swordsmen is sometimes a bit metaphysical, and sometimes it is not even the most talented person.
Wang Cheng held the sword, and the blazing flames almost rolled over him, but did not hurt him at all. He looked excited, and veins popped up on his forehead, saying: "I'm going to - draw the sword!"
The swordsman said: "Come out. Of course the person holding the sword wants to use the sword, let alone one who recognizes his own sword."
His expression was calm, but the others took a few steps back again, looking at the fire in his hand. It looked dangerous. He was about to make a sweep. Who among the people in the yard could withstand it?
Wang Cheng looked focused, pointed his sword forward, suddenly roared, and swung out his sword!
A bright red fire struck down, heat waves rolled wildly to both sides, and the surrounding air was rubbed out and smelled burnt.
The sword light was several feet long and cut across the entire courtyard. Several plum blossoms in the courtyard were burned to charcoal even before the firelight passed by.
The swordsman was sitting under the plum blossom tree. When he saw the fire coming towards him, he frowned slightly. The sword was slightly unsheathed, and a little brilliance flashed, annihilating the surrounding fire.
When the fire went out, a long scorch mark was left on the ground in the courtyard, and there were also scorch marks on the front wall. The vegetation wherever he passed had long been reduced to ashes, and even the dead vines on the walls had been baked dry.
Wang Cheng looked at his masterpiece and gasped excitedly. Although his whole body was sore after exerting all his strength and he almost fell down, he stood up straight and refused to show weakness in front of everyone.
Of course, what was more important was that while his cousin was holding on, he looked towards Pei Shoujing to see how his cousin would react when he saw his shocking sword strike.
At this moment, he saw Pei Shoujing glaring at him angrily, and the anger in his eyes almost caught up with the sword light just now.
Wang Cheng was stunned and thought: Why is she angry?
At this time, Zhuang Nian from the crowd rushed out, pointed at Wang Cheng and cursed: "Wang Cheng, you are so brave, how dare you disrespect the swordsman! Where did you hit that sword just now? Although the swordsman can't I was hurt by you, but you dared to draw a sword at him. Could it be that you already had resentment?!"
Wang Cheng was stunned by his scolding, and then he felt panic before he could get angry. He was also a disciple of a noble family, so he could barely say "Zhong Ming Ding Shi", knowing that some things are not something that can be done without consequences, but are extremely taboo, such as Swing your sword to those in high positions.
If he hadn't gotten carried away for a moment, he wouldn't have made such a stupid mistake.
He almost wanted to immediately withdraw his sword and bow down to apologize, or even kowtow to apologize. His family had taught him long ago that when dealing with a real superior, groveling is nothing, and preserving oneself is the first priority.
At this time, the white-haired man said: "It's very interesting. There is a glimmer of possibility even in the big words. I can give you a chance."
Wang Cheng was shocked, as if he had survived from a desperate situation, and then he was ecstatic: Could it be that this swordsman thinks highly of himself and wants to benefit him? Opportunity, does it mean that he knows the whereabouts of the sword and wants to guide him to find it?
The white-haired man said: "Stand next to Shoujing."
Wang Cheng came to Pei Shoujing lightly, glanced at Yunyun Yuzi arrogantly first, and then looked at Pei Shoujing cautiously to see if her anger had dissipated.
Pei Shoujing's face was no longer angry, but it was still serious, as if there was some... worry?
The white-haired man seemed to have lost interest in talking to others. With a slight wave of his sword, a girl suddenly appeared in the field.
No one could see where this girl came from. Everyone's eyes were dazzled when they saw her.
The girl looked thin and small, wearing a neat muslin dress, with a delicate appearance, but her hair was gray-white, like ashes after burning.
The girl came out, saluted the white-haired man, and said, "Mr. Xing."
The white-haired man hummed and pointed to a plate, which contained all the magical weapons of the disciples of the families.
"Dingjing, pick whatever you like."
