Chanzi followed a group of women and walked into the village. Xuanrou asked a villager to arrange a wooden house for Chanzi to live in.
She took the Nine Clam Girls back to her house, and the Nine Clam Girls started talking again:
"This young man is extremely handsome, with an extraordinary heroic spirit between his eyebrows."
"Hee hee, that's wrong, his name is not young man, his name is Cicada."
"The name Cicada is not very good. Compared with his appearance, it is too different."
"The cicada, in May, screams desperately on the tree, but this cicada is very quiet and speaks politely."
Xuanrou sat on the chair, letting the Nine Clam Girl say "you" and "me" while she was recalling Cicada's every move.
After a while, he said to the Nine Clam Girl: "It's been quite lively these days. Several groups of people have arrived one after another."
He smiled, stood up, and walked towards the corner of the wooden house. As he walked, he said: "No matter what the intentions of these groups of people are, we must treat them with courtesy and monitor them at the same time to prevent them from coming." There’s something unexpected.”
At this time, she was standing at the corner of the room and took out an object hidden in the corner.
She looked at the object again and again and said: "To stand in this troubled world, fists, palms and kicks alone are far from enough. This sword, named Xue Yuehua, is a treasure left by our ancestors. .
Since the ancestor Gonggong was able to use the Snow Moon Flower Sword, every generation has been passed down, but no one can inspire the power of this sword.
Xuanrou admired the Xue Yuehua Sword while talking, and said: "People who use this sword will not be able to improve their martial arts. It is better to give up this sword and use their boxing skills and kick strength. Therefore, this sword has never been used." , I don’t even have the mental skills to practice swordsmanship.”
The nine clam girls gathered around to watch like a tide.
"This sword is made of white snow, and it's very ghastly. The color is very different from the sword made of bamboo."
"Hehe, it looks like a thin piece of ice, and it looks like it will break when touched."
"Look at the top of this sword. It's a little uneven."
"Is this really a sword? Only wood chips and bamboo chips can be made into swords. Stone chips can only be made into axes and arrowheads. Ice cannot be made into swords. This is called."
When the clam said this, he tilted his face and thought for a moment, then said, "It's appropriate to call it a thin ice slice."
"The old lady is wrong. It looks like a sword, a sword that cannot be used to kill the enemy in battle."
Xuanrou listened quietly to Jiuda Clam Girl's comments about Xue Yuehua Sword. She said lightly: "The reason why this sword is not sharp is just because it is a sliver in the center of ten thousand years of Xuanbing. As for what it is , no one can tell clearly."
Seeing that the Nine Clam Girls had calmed down and listened to her words, Xuanrou said proudly: "My ancestors gave it a very elegant name, Snow Moon Flower Sword."
Li Bang said doubtfully: "A sliver in the center of ten thousand years of black ice is appropriately called an ice crystal."
Xuan Ju said: "It is said that the ancestors of the Shui Tribe, Gonggong, accidentally discovered an eternal ice cave.
The ice cave was filled with icicles, and our ancestors saw a white thing in the center of one of the icicles.
So, the ancestor used a stone ax to break the icicle into pieces, took this thing out of the icicle, and hit it hard on other icicles. The huge icicle was shattered by it. "
This thin thing is actually so hard?
The clam girls showed that they did not believe what Xuanrou said. They all opened their bright eyes and looked at Xue Yuehua Jian.
"The ancestors once fought against the fire god Zhu Rong. This sword was burned by Zhu Rong's fire, but it was not damaged at all."
Wenha was very surprised and asked in a voice: "Even the hardest iron in the world will be forged into molten slurry by the fierce fire. What is this Snow Moon Flower Sword? It, it cannot be melted by fire. Could it be that it is Caused by growing in ten thousand years of black icicles."
Xuanrou felt proud of herself and smiled slightly: "My ancestors took it out of the ten thousand-year-old icicle. When they saw that it was not sharp, they melted it with fire, hoping to forge it into a sharp sword."
Hua Hu rushed to ask: "Why is it so dull until now?"
Xuanrou glanced at the toad and said: "I didn't expect it to be burned in the fire for seven days and seven nights. I took it out of the fire every hour without even a little bit of heat. I wanted to melt it and forge it into a sharp knife." Sword, no need to mention it.”
"It was burned by fire for seven days and seven nights without getting hot. Was it taken from the center of the icicle?"
Qing Ha murmured to himself, stretched out a hand and touched the Xue Yuehua sword, his brows suddenly furrowed.
Wenha chuckled and said, "Old Qing, it must be very cold."
As she spoke, she touched the Xue Yuehua sword with her hand, frowning, and murmured to herself: "It's called Xue Yuehua, but it doesn't feel cold at all."
Green Toad chuckled: "It seems to be still warm."
Zhu Bang asked in confusion: "Xue Yuehua Sword is the magic weapon of our ancestors. It looks like a thin piece of ice. It is fragile. Can it really withstand the impact of any weapon?"
