Du Chengfeng remembered that this brass magic sword was obtained from Taiyin Mountain.
As for who he took it from, Du Chengfeng forgot, mainly because the person in charge of the Taiyin Mountain Temple died so quickly that he didn't even have time to remember his name - but it didn't matter, he just needed to remember it anyway. The magic sword is held by the leader, and it looks obviously better than the magic swords of ordinary monks.
After all, those ordinary magic swords looked newly cast at first glance, but this brass magic sword looked like it had some traces of antiquity at first glance.
The person in charge of the Taiyin Mountain Temple was also very arrogant when he came out to kill people with a handful of antiques.
Of course, what's even more outrageous is that this antique magic sword can actually be used.
Brass is soft and not suitable for use as a weapon, but the evil aura on this brass sword is far more chilling than those newly cast steel swords - Du Chengfeng once tried I touched the edge of this magic sword, but with just a slight touch, a cut was made on my finger.
It’s hard to imagine that brass can be polished so sharply.
The sharp edge seemed to be sucked into flesh and blood.
"Then let me see what's going on with you..."
With this in mind, Du Chengfeng placed the brass magic sword on the whetstone and polished it.
The glory of the past remains in the rust, and the blade reflects the faith of the past.
With the gradual polishing, Du Chengfeng's consciousness gradually became integrated with this magic sword.
Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectation, the original owner of this magical sword was not the person in charge of the Taiyin Mountain Temple, but an ugly man wearing a green robe.
It took the ugly man in green robes a full thirty-six days to complete the sword. The hilt was engraved with a tortoise shell pattern, and the blade was engraved with the seven stars that led the killing. On the day the sword was completed, the ugly man in green robes An old turtle was specially slaughtered as a sacrifice to the sword. Later, in order to stain the sword with evil spirits, he even killed seventy-eight Taiyin Mountain bandits.
Logically speaking, the fact that a copper sword can kill nearly eighty people in a row is enough to prove its superior quality.
But for the ugly man in green robe, this is not enough.
It's still far, far away.
"Forget it, it depends on your luck."
One day, the ugly man in green robe suddenly made a decision.
After that, Brass Magic Sword never saw the ugly man in blue robe again.
The ugly man in green robes left, and he left very simply. According to what the ugly man in green robes said, the people near Taiyin Mountain built a mountain temple, invited the brass magic sword into it, and at the same time respectfully handed over the two volumes of scriptures. Wen was enshrined next to the brass magic sword.
It was at this time that Brass Magic Sword or Du Chengfeng realized that the two volumes of scriptures around him looked familiar.
According to the records in the two volumes of scriptures, he was just a magical sword, but he transformed into a legendary magical weapon that could subdue a hundred thousand evil spirits. Just look at the specifications offered by the villagers, but it was It is almost the same as serving a real god.
"Isn't this...a lie?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel confused.
It was at this time that Du Chengfeng realized what it was about the so-called mountain god in Taiyin Mountain and the subjugation of one hundred thousand evil ghosts - let alone one hundred thousand, this magical sword could even defeat a hundred people. He never killed them. He only killed seventy-eight bandits in Taiyin Mountain, and they were never used again.
But therein lies the problem.
The ugly man in green robe arranged it like this, and even took great pains to let the villagers build a temple to sacrifice the sword. What was he trying to do?
With so many bells and whistles, will it be useful?
able.
It actually works.
With worship day after day, this magic sword, which was just an ordinary evil weapon, gradually gained a bit of majesty. Under people's praise and worship, this magic sword became more and more like a magic weapon. It is the fairy magic sword used in legends to suppress evil spirits.
But, it can only be like that.
Just like a clever imitation, no matter how good the imitation is, it will still be recognized by people at a glance as an imitation and not the real thing - especially when the brass magic sword is aimed at the fairy sword. The huge thing in the middle The gap cannot be made up by a mere period of worship.
Later, even this offering was gone.
As the saying goes, there are no Jiazi in the mountains. It has been a thousand years in the world. Although it is not as exaggerated as a thousand years outside the mountains, the few villages outside the mountains have declined over time. People in the past no longer know where they moved, and this old mountain temple in the mountain has gradually become covered with dust and no one cares about it anymore.
Du Chengfeng has become accustomed to the familiar lonely time. It seems that every weapon will be put on a shelf or put in a warehouse for a period of time. In the past, Du Chengfeng might have been a little unable to bear it. After all, this kind of loneliness without anyone was indeed a bit difficult.
But now that he has sharpened his weapons more, he has become somewhat accustomed to it. Sometimes, when dust falls on him, he even feels a long-lost nostalgia.
However, just when Du Chengfeng was bored and counting the dust on his body, someone finally came over and opened the door of this dilapidated mountain temple.
Rather than pushing it away, it is better to say it was demolished. This mountain temple had been in disrepair for a long time, but it had already been dilapidated. Now that the man broke in rashly, he was almost killed on the spot by the purlin falling from the air.
However, it was this sound that made the person raise his head.
I saw the brass magic sword on the altar table and two volumes of precious scriptures.
"Baby Baby!"
The visitor shouted excitedly.
It turned out that this man was a grave digger, his surname was Zhang. He came to Taiyin Mountain this time to try his luck to see if he could touch something and exchange it for some money - but right now... The tomb robber named Zhang opened the two volumes of treasure scriptures and was about to check their quality. However, the contents of the treasure scriptures deeply caught the tomb robber's attention.
"This is a real treasure..."
After reading the two volumes of the Book of Treasures, the tomb robber's eyes changed when he looked at the magic sword.
Then, the tomb robber surnamed Zhang spent some money to seize the unowned land near the mountain temple and moved it here. He never leaves his hand with his sword on weekdays, and actually wants to cultivate immortality directly in the mountain temple - - Du Chengfeng sneered at the tomb robber's behavior. No one knew what was going on with the magic sword better than him.
This is an ordinary brass magical sword. It has killed more than seventy people and is considered a ferocious weapon. That's all.
Just pointing at such a broken sword, can it really be possible to repair something?
"It's done! I'm done!"
That day, the tomb robber surnamed Zhang pointed his sword at the sky, and the shadow of the mountain god behind him remained calm and powerful.
"I finally finished it!"
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(End of chapter)
