Chapter 1692: Qingju is not built and the sword is broken. How can you be reborn if you hide your suffering and do not cultivate?

"Elephant...dragon..."

Cao Erzhu stared blankly at the beautiful sword in his hand.

The story of Xianglong Yipin shocked him so much that it almost overturned the world he had known for twenty-six years.

Is this the sword made by dad?

Isn't he an old-fashioned and depressed alcoholic?

He spends his days sitting in the blacksmith's shop eating and drinking with nothing to do. He actually understands the beauty of ivory hand guards and the interweaving of light and dark color patterns on his hands...

How much skill does this require?

How could his calloused hands, which had not touched a hammer for twenty years, be able to hit it?

The most important thing!

Twenty or thirty years ago, my father was able to upgrade a spiritual sword to three levels by remaking it?

"Nu——"

The fingertips rubbed the sword body, and from inside the elephant dragon, a long and deep sound that sounded like an elephant's roar, or a dragon's howl sounded.

This sound washed away his soul, and Cao Erzhu's tiger body trembled, and he barely came back to his senses.

So, this sword in your hand has witnessed the transformation from the first generation of Cheshen Nian to the second generation, from Punishing God and Punishing Tribulation to Sword Nian, and it is also a symbol of the friendship between Dad and Bazun?

"Xianlong Wuming..."

Yes, Xianglong was originally nameless.

Before this, Cao Erzhu had never heard of the name Xianglong, but Xianglong was not really nameless.

It was able to be promoted from the third level to the first level in twenty years due to the nourishment of fame. This was due to more than just the father's power of reinvention.

The larger part is that every time the world's perception of Shen Shen Nian changes and fame grows, a small part of it should nourish the nameless Xianglong.

Every time fame nourishes, the change is very small.

But in the past twenty years, from the complete disbelief of the world, everyone now agrees that the power of the Pure Spirit is comparable to the power of the ancestors.

In this process, the "name" has changed too much, and the power, quality, and quantity brought about by the transformation are too terrifying.

As for the "Sword of Witness", Xianglong, even though it is unknown, the world does not know about this sword.

Because of this episode, after reshaping the foundation, he was promoted to the first level!

"it……"

Thinking of this, Cao Erzhu's heart surged, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Old Uncle Sang: "Why don't you use Xianglong?"

"Because he is not an ancient sword cultivator." The water ghost laughed.

"Yes." Sang Lao heard Er Zhu's thoughts and responded:

"If I use it, or if someone uses it, Xianglong will indeed have the appearance of a famous sword, and his achievements may not be as good as Qingju's."

"But there are too many swords in the Eight Masters. None of the swords following him will end well. He doesn't want to let Xianglong down."

"Thus, the elephant dragon only became a witness twice."

twice?

Cao Erzhu was at a loss.

He is a bit stupid, but he's not so stupid that he can't tell the difference between the two, right?

Mr. Sang said: "The first time I witnessed it, Xianglong witnessed the evolution of the first and second generations of Shen Nian and the decision of its future development direction. The second time I witnessed it was when the Eight Masters handed it over to me.

When we decided to establish the Saint Slave...the token..."

Cao Erzhu could no longer hear what was behind it, he could only feel the buzzing in his head.

Too expensive!

Cao Erzhu, who was born in a blacksmith shop, knew that sometimes the token sword was not much inferior to the battle sword in terms of status.

Xuan Cang is the divine sword.

But the significance of Xuancang in Guizhe Holy Mountain has never been to fight and kill, but a symbol, a symbol of suppressing luck.

same!

The elephant dragon is the symbol of the materialization of Shen Nian and the Holy Slave.

To a certain extent, in today's era, the famous sword Twenty-One may not be as valuable as Xianglong!

And now, how come you handed such a valuable sword into my hands so easily?

If this is knocked, dropped, or even stained...

Cao Erzhu was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand and did not dare to touch her more. He even wiped his sweaty hands on his waist.

"This, this, this...this sword needs to be remade?" He stuttered.

"No!" Mr. Sang shook his head again, "This is the sword given to you."

Cao Erzhu's pupils dilated, and he almost fainted from happiness. After he realized what he was doing, he was flattered, and asked himself what virtue and ability he had.

But before he could speak, Mr. Sang interrupted him and said with a smile:

"This sword was made by your father. It is one of his masterpieces. It has traveled a circle between the Tenth Seat and the Saint Slave, and now it is back in the hands of you, Quelehan's son. This is very reasonable.

"

"Didn't you notice that she doesn't reject you at all?"

"Her?" Cao Erzhu lowered his head.

"The spirit of the elephant dragon! Except for me, Xu Xiaoshou has never made her fall in love before." Mr. Sang naturally hid part of what he said.

Mainly, he didn't dare to take out the sword in front of that traitor.

You must know that the large bathtub in Lingzang Pavilion where dragons and phoenixes appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou for alchemy has now fallen into the hands of the latter.

Cao Erzhu was so moved that he almost shed tears. It was really true. Looking at it again, Xianglong not only did not reject him, but was also very close to him.

"Through Xianglong, you have learned about your father's abilities, and he has set a goal for you to surpass... too many. These are all good things, so I will give you this sword."

Mr. Sang's gifts were so natural, as if he wanted to give Cao Erzhu something as soon as he saw him. He was a super and invincible uncle.

Cao Erzhu thought so too.

His heart moved: "Then I can..."

"Yes." Mr. Sang knew what he was going to say. "If you meet the right person, I also believe in your judgment, and I also believe that you will not give her away casually, so when you think it is okay, then it is okay."

"Uncle Sang..."

Cao Erzhu's nose was about to run out.

Uncle Sang is so good. Apart from my father and Brother Xiaoshou, he is the person who understands my heart best!

I haven't spoken yet, how can I know what I want to say and eliminate all worries?

Yes, Cao Erzhu is not an ancient sword cultivator, and he doesn't want to delay Xianglong.

The sword and the sword holder should match each other, instead of being a pearl covered in dust.

When he knew that Xianglong had been given away many times and finally fell into his hands, but the sword holder had not yet been found.

He already has a perfect candidate in mind!

She treats herself very well...

Her appearance accompanied him for half of his childhood...

She came and went without a trace, and even Cao Erzhu suspected that she even told him a fake name - Wuming!

But unfortunately, she is extremely powerful and has the same essence as Xianglong - first grade!

Cao Erzhu didn't know the term "courtesy reciprocity" before leaving Qingyuan Mountain. He thought it would be better to be sincere when making friends.

Looking back now, I think that she and he taught me so much, but I actually took everything for granted.

It's their business not to ask for anything in return, but whether they want to repay it or not is another matter.

It just so happened that it had been more than ten years and she didn't even have a sword in her hand, and the elephant dragon in her hand had something to do with her...

"August!"

Cao Erzhu made up his mind.

In return, he wants to give Xianglong and his father to the Eight Masters, and then give them to August when they meet next time.

Will we see you again?

See you again! Definitely!

By then, August and Xianglong will definitely shine in the world of ancient sword cultivation!

"Senior Uncle Sang..."
To be continued...