Chen Daji came to the courtyard holding the magic sword with a face of joy, and Chang Baye followed happily, wagging his big tail.
Everyone in the room also wanted to see the power of this treasure and looked outside.
After Chen Daji opened the red cloth, there was a simple sword box inside.
Opening the sword box, a black magic sword with flashes of lightning appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Chen Daji grabbed the magic sword and raised it above his head, pointing the tip of the sword into the void.
Something magical happened:
Gusts of wind blew violently in the small courtyard.
Under the stimulation of the pure yang body, several clouds of yin thunder appeared out of thin air around the magic sword, crackling and popping, and flashing with electric light.
Chen Daji was so happy when he saw this that he yelled at Hua Jiunan.
"Boss, boss, take a look, do we look like 'He-Man'!"
This guy had a great time, and yelled like in the cartoon.
"Give me power! I am He-Man!"
"Hahaha, I've transformed! I'm invincible!"
"Fat Zhao, Master Ba, you two usually bully me, now do you dare to come over and fight us to the death!"
Zhao Fei, who was busy cooking, looked at Chen Daji with disdain.
"Chicken, who are you trying to scare with a broken glow stick?!"
"You've got a damn rat in your waist, why are you pretending to be hunting? Wait until I'm full, fat man, and I'll sit on you until I'm full!"
Zhao Fei is just an ordinary person, and he has the protection of his father Zhao Aiguo to benefit the people, so naturally he cannot feel the power of the magic sword.
Chang Baye can’t do it:
As mentioned before, ordinary lightning strike wood has a restraining effect on Chumaxian and various lonely ghosts, not to mention this top-quality magic weapon.
Amidst the explosion of thunder, Chang Baye was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly.
"Holy shit! Baby is so fierce? Why, Master Ba, I feel guilty just looking at it!"
"You little brat, put it down quickly. Stop playing around. Someone will die!"
Chen Daji felt proud when he saw Master Chang Ba's cowardly look.
He originally wanted to put away the magic sword and hurt Mr. Chang Ba a few more times, but things were no longer under his control.
There was just a buzzing sound, and the magic sword actually dragged Chen Daji and slashed towards Chang Baye.
At this scene, the two "people" were immediately startled.
Chang Baye exclaimed: "Damn it! You little bastard, don't come over here!"
How could Chen Daji really want to hurt Mr. Chang Ba?
At this time, he was yelling and struggling to drag the magic sword to stop it from moving forward. His feet had already formed two shallow ravines on the ground.
"Oh shit, we are joking. Brother Jian, please don't really kill Master Ba!"
"Yu! Yu! Yu! Stop it!"
"Baye, I can't hold it anymore, you should run away quickly!"
Chang Baye has already curled up into a ball, firmly protecting his troubled seven inches.
With a mournful face, he yelled at Chen Daji.
"You little brat, your back hurts when you stand and talk, right?"
"If I could run away, I would have run away a long time ago, and there is no need for you to yell!"
"I'm so damn... I'm so scared that I can't stand up anymore..."
Seeing that Master Chang Ba was about to suffer misfortune again at the hands of Chen Daji, Chang Huaiyuan, who was dressed in white and snowy, had no choice but to smile bitterly.
The white shadow flashed past, and he had already stopped in front of Chen Daji.
With a flick of his right hand's curled fingers, the magic sword suddenly turned and pierced the wall behind.
There was only a pop sound until the hilt of the sword disappeared.
The power of the thunder above burned most of the wall into darkness.
Chang Huaiyuan took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingertips blackened by the sword, sighing with emotion.
"It is indeed the personal magic weapon of Mr. Hu San. It is so powerful even when no one is using it!"
"If it is used by someone with good practice, Chang may not be able to win easily!"
Seeing how powerful this treasure was, the deaf mother-in-law was grateful and thought to herself:
Did the in-laws send Fei'er's dowry in advance?
When the deaf mother-in-law looked up, she saw Hu Qingshan smiling and nodding to her.
The two elders have a tacit understanding: they smile knowingly and understand each other tacitly.
The gifts from the Hu family were so valuable, which put a lot of pressure on Huang Zuo and his wife.
They communicated in a way that others couldn't understand, muttering something they didn't know what they were talking about.
He kept asking Chang Huaiyuan to take out the gift first.
Chang Huaiyuan did not refuse, smiled slightly and said.
"Since Brother Huang wants to do the grand finale, Chang will naturally make it happen."
As the head of the Chang family, dressed in white and snowy clothes, said this, he took out a simple rice paper scroll from his sleeve with great respect.
Before the scroll was unrolled, a mighty righteousness rose into the sky, making people involuntarily awe.
Fortunately, everyone in this room is practicing good deeds.
If there were evil spirits here, they would disappear immediately if they were struck by this awe-inspiring righteousness.
Chang Huaiyuan ignored everyone's questioning looks and unfolded the scroll with a solemn expression.
In an instant, the aura of awe became even stronger!
I saw that what was written on it was Yue Wumu's song "Man Jiang Hong" that has been passed down through the ages!
He was so angry that the rain stopped by the railing.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
...
The ambition is to eat Hulu meat when hungry.
Laughing about drinking the blood of the Huns.
Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que.
The most shocking thing is that this poem was actually written by Yue Wumu himself, because the signature is clearly written:
After ten years of separation, I have nothing to offer you, but I can only write songs to remember you.
Yue Pengju
Shaoxing twelve years.
