"If you help me find the sword, I will tell you the real name of the sword." There are too many swords. One more person will give more strength, Lin Yun thought in his heart.
"What does the sword you are looking for look like?"
"I haven't seen it, but I know that the hilt of the sword is inlaid with a waning moon. Just find the sword with the moon on it."
He frowned slightly, and doubts arose in his mind. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "How did you know that our Taixu Sect Sword Tomb has the sword you want?"
"I read it in an ancient book." Lin Yun casually found a reason to deal with him.
But Baili Shaoheng had no doubts. Some swords had been in the sword tomb for thousands of years, and there were indeed records in some ancient books.
The Feng Ling in his hand was learned from a handbook by the younger junior sister, so she put away the sword and searched for it silently.
Ever since he entered the realm of Nascent Soul, no one of his age could defeat him, and her sword that day made him feel that death was close at hand.
If that sword fell on him, he would probably die on the spot.
Although it was a little hard to accept when he woke up, he was not a loser and would one day win back with his strength.
Time went by, and the three of them climbed mountains one after another, but could not find Po Yue.
Wuchen looked at the girl pouting in front of her looking for a sword: "Lin Yun, did you remember correctly? We have turned over two-thirds of the swords in the sword tomb, but we still don't see the sword you mentioned. "
"It's not wrong. I trust my memory." Lin Yun straightened up and looked at him, and said seriously: "Fozi, you have a mole under your left collarbone and on your waist. Do I remember it correctly?"
"S-Shut up." The tips of the young man's ears were quietly dyed red.
"Yeah, I remember it right. I can remember a mole clearly, let alone a sword."
Since Feng Ling is at the Sword Tomb, Po Yue must be there too.
Baili Shaoheng saw that her face was as normal and she didn't show any shyness at all. He couldn't help but said, "Are you so thick-skinned that you can't even show your shyness?"
"There is a saying that goes well, a person who is shameless is invincible." She shook her head and said seriously: "It seems that your Taoist heart is not firm enough."
"If you want to be a strong person, your mental quality must be as solid as mine."
"Even if you two strip naked in front of me, I can still feel calm. If you don't believe me, you can try taking off one of your clothes."
Baili Shaoheng: "..."
Wuchen: "..."
Seeing that they didn't take the bait, she felt a little regretful: "If you meet a bad nun who is good at beauty traps, and she shows off her beautiful shoulders and legs, you will blush and be at a loss. This will easily lead to losses."
He raised his little face and patted his chest and said, "If it were me, even if the other party exposed his Italian cannon, I would pick up the knife and cut it clean for him, and then tell him that even the little pepper has the nerve to show off."
"Break him both physically and mentally, and then he will be filled with rage and flaws."
Initially, they didn't know what an Italian cannon was until they heard the second half of the story.
Lin Yun raised his chin: "Are the shoes useless?"
The two of them looked frightened, but her thoughts were really scary!
The change in their expressions fell into her eyes, and she turned around and snickered, not looking like she was scaring you to death.
Outside the Sword Tomb, the head of the Buddhist Sect said sadly: "What a good child has been taught by you!"
"I think what Xiaoliu said is very good." Wang Defa's eyes showed pride, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.
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Wuchen's joyful voice came from the sword tomb: "I found it! Lin Yun, come over and see if it's this sword."
Lin Yun swayed when he heard this, leaving a shadow that appeared beside him in the blink of an eye.
Squatting down, his fingertips gently stroked up from half of the sword's body, and finally landed on the hilt. His fingertips followed the outline of the half-shaped crescent moon.
The corners of his mouth gradually raised: "Yes, that's it."
His white and slender knuckles grasped the hilt of the sword. Just when Wuchen was about to draw the sword, the sword emitted a burst of sound that shook him away.
"It rejected me."
Lin Yun held his chin and pondered for a long time: "How about you betray your lust and use a beauty trap to seduce it?"
"like this......"
He stood up and held a sword that was much longer than an ordinary sword beside Po Yue, twisting it a few times like a squirming insect.
"If you don't know how, I can use the obedience charm."
Wuchen's head was full of black lines and he refused directly without thinking: "No!"
"Okay." She didn't force him to do anything, and asking him to dance would probably be more uncomfortable than killing him.
She squatted down in front of Po Yue again, and with the corners of her mouth raised, shallow dimples appeared on her fair cheeks, she said softly, "If you don't want to go with him, how about you come with me?"
The sword trembled violently, and the trembling frequency was even more intense than when Reject Wuchen.
"Hey, Swordman, you have successfully attracted my attention. Buddha, I want all the information on it within a quarter of an hour."
Wuchen looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Just kidding to ease the embarrassment." While Lin Yunchen was thinking of ways to coax Po Yue out, she was suddenly poked in the lower back, which she thought was Wu Chen.
"Buddha, a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Be careful that I blackmail you so much that you don't even have to wear underpants."
A black pot fell from the sky and landed on his bald head. Wuchen glanced behind her and said coldly: "It's not me."
"That's..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned when her butt was slapped just now.
Anger condensed in her eyes, who the hell dares to take advantage of her!
He stood up suddenly and turned around to see Baili Shaoheng.
"It's not me, it's it!" He took a few steps back suddenly and pointed at a stick like black coal below.
This stick came out of the ground, it was very evil.
Under the surprised gazes of the three people, the straight black stick twisted into wavy lines, and then rubbed against Lin Yun's arm like a human coquettishly.
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment and said: "That's awesome! It can be bent or straight, isn't it just a double plug?"
He pushed it away with a look of disgust: "Stay away from me, you shit-stirring stick."
It stayed in the air for a moment, then suddenly flew down and wandered on the ground.
In a moment, I wrote a line: Choose me, choose me, choose me!
Wuchen raised his eyebrows: "This is the first time I've seen a stick that understands human speech and can write. It's interesting."
Lin Yun: "I am a sword cultivator, not a stick cultivator. You should just wait for the destined person who is waiting for you."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, the stick seemed to have lost all life and fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces.
"Fellow Daoist Baili, when did you get such an interesting stick in your sword tomb?"
He shook his head slowly: "I don't know, I've never seen it."
She made a spear with her fingers on her chin, stared at the black lump on the ground and said, "I'm hungry after searching for so long. Now that we have charcoal, how about we barbecue on the spot?"
The "charcoal" that was shattered on the ground quickly condensed and turned back into a stick.
And he wrote another line: I am very strong, you can’t go wrong choosing me.
Very strong? Lin Yun lowered his eyes and thought deeply. After a while, a smile overflowed from his lips: "Okay, I'll give you a chance."
Pointing at Po Yue, he said: "If you can pull out this sword and make it obedient and follow us out, I will choose you."
The tip of the stick is bent, like a human nodding.
