The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 533 Dull and dull

In the medicine valley, in the thatched cottage.

There are seven or eight tables and chairs, a pair of young and old.

The two stood at a table.

There is a long box on the table.

Although his eyesight was poor, when Jiang Yichen approached the hut, he noticed the things on the table.

After all, there are only two wooden tables on one side and one round.

On the round table are two large teacups, and on the square table there is only this long box, which is particularly conspicuous.

It's just that as a visitor, Jiang Yichen is always inconvenient to do anything without the consent of the host.

At this time, Jiang Yichen lifted the lid of the long box under Yao Lao's gaze.

In the box lay a sword.

Jiang Yichen wasn't too surprised by this.

He squinted his eyes, but couldn't see the color of the sword in the box clearly, he could only see that it was dark.

The sword didn't look unusual, if it wasn't wrapped in silk cloth and put in a box, but was left alone outside, it wouldn't be easy to attract people's attention.

Those who are good at using swords will more or less know how to use swords.

Jiang Yichen was no exception.

After a cursory look, he still couldn't make a conclusion about whether the sword was good or bad.

But just seeing it, he already had a rough evaluation of this sword in his mind.

——Simple and introverted, it may last for more than a hundred years, it should be a hidden sword.

Just as Jiang Yichen was thinking like this, he could already hear Yao Lao stroking his beard and muttering.

"You just settled down the day before yesterday, and this sword arrived the next day. Nangong casually raised his mouth in the letter, to the effect that even the hidden sword of the Nether Sect would not end well if it fell into your hands, no matter how well it was forged Even if I give you a good sword, I will just be blinded, so I might as well give you a practical one. However, why does this sword look a bit like an antique to me?"

The Nangong that Yao Lao said is naturally Nangong Yan, one of the old man's right-hand men.

Jiang Yichen didn't expect that Nangong Yan would gift a sword from thousands of miles away, and he couldn't even imagine that the seemingly honest Uncle Nangong would really sarcasm him like this?Or is it because Yao Lao deliberately added oil and vinegar when relaying it?

After getting along for a short while, he was about [-]% sure that it was the latter.

However, the old man is an elder after all, so it is not easy for him to refute anything.

What's more, what he said was true and all facts. Since he left the island to practice, he really didn't know how many swords were broken by himself, er, no, they were destroyed!Although I am not crazy about swords, my heart aches!

Recalling the sword that was destroyed in his hand, Jiang Yichen felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, and his cheeks with little flesh twitched slightly.

"Hey... Hey! Hey!"

Hearing a strange babbling sound suddenly, Jiang Yichen came back to his senses, and hastened to stabilize Yao Lao's precarious figure.

"No, it's all right." Lao Yao said it's all right, panting heavily in his nose, and said in a strange tone, "I wonder if this Nangong has misunderstood the word 'practical'? Such a heavy sword is good. make it?"

Yao Lao complained about the man in the distance, while holding up the sword he took out from the long box with both hands, and threw it into Jiang Yichen's arms.

Gradually, Jiang Yichen has started to get used to Yao Lao's mischievousness, keeping his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, ignoring the "cynicism" of the older generation who are separated by thousands of miles, and looking at the sword in his arms for himself.

The hidden sword that Uncle Nangong can take out must be a good sword.

This sword is not surprising, it is not eye-catching, the lines on the scabbard are of different thicknesses, not to mention there is no aesthetic feeling, at first glance it looks more like a flat and long fire stick, and it is a fire stick with the whole body burned into charcoal, and it is simple and unsophisticated. ...a little bit of edge.

With a scabbard, the length is not more than three feet, and the blade is relatively short.

This kind of sword doesn't seem to be heavier than the ice edge sword, it's probably like a big teacup filled with water on the table.

The starting weight is one-third of that of Yin Zhijian, which is equivalent to the weight of half a bucket of water.

Because of this, Lao Yao made a mistake in his judgment, and was caught off guard and almost lost his waist.

Jiang Yichen held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled out the sword, and the blade was unsheathed quietly.

The sword is a black sword, like a scabbard, black as coal.

He held the sword close to his eyes for a while, then put down the scabbard suddenly, and walked towards the bright place by the window of the thatched cottage with the sword in hand.

Seeing Jiang Yichen frowning, Yao Lao didn't know why, so he followed slowly.

"Why? What's so weird about this sword?"

Hearing the questioning voice behind him, Jiang Yichen realized that the old man had misunderstood him again, and explained: "Oh, it's too dark inside, so I can't see clearly."

Yao Lao was even more puzzled and asked, "Oh? What's so good about a sword?"

This time, Jiang Yichen couldn't figure out whether Yao was always shameless to ask questions, or whether he was dismissive of things other than medicine, so he asked this question.

After pondering for a while, he finally asked: "I wonder if Uncle Nangong mentioned the name of this sword in his letter?"

The letter from Nangong Yan and the gift of the sword arrived yesterday. The letter was from the master, and it was a special trip to greet Yao Lao. By the way, he mentioned the gift of the sword, so Yao Lao did not pass the letter to Jiang Yichen. I still remember the contents of the letter. Little, so he said without hesitation: "Yes. However, the name of this sword doesn't seem very pleasant, what is it called 'dull'?"

Jiang Yichen repeated: "Dumb?"

Yao Lao confirmed: "Well, it's 'dumb'."

dull.

Jiang Yichen stroked the black sword blade lightly.

The body of the sword has an extremely fine grid of lines, and the touch from the fingers is like a layer of bumps.

It is precisely because of this layer of bumps that when the sword is swung, the sound of the wind breaking is extremely soft, and it is difficult for non-auditors to detect it.

Under the bright light, there was no reflection from the blade of the sword back to Jiang Yichen's face.

So in the night, who else can distinguish the trajectory of the sword, except the sword bearer himself?

Dull and dull.

Don't smell and don't see.

Great for killing.

I have to say that the sword Uncle Nangong chose for himself is indeed practical.

Jiang Yichen praised sincerely: "What a sword!"

Yao Lao asked with disdainful eyes: "That old boy Nangong has hidden a lot of good things over the years. The sword is a good sword, but can it really be used?"

Jiang Yichen replied in a slightly self-deprecating but serious tone: "This sword is shorter and heavier than ordinary swords. It is short and dangerous, but it is steady when it is prudent. It seems that Uncle Nangong wanted to use this sword to warn me to act safely. Some, once the sword is drawn, there must be dead souls under the sword!"

Xu Shi talked about life and death, Jiang Yichen could feel the more relaxed and cheerful atmosphere in the thatched cottage suddenly subside.

Yao Lao's mood was no longer as high as before.

"If your eyes are well maintained, you really want to kill someone."

The tone of the old man seemed a little tired, or he was indifferent to the fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Yichen was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"I understand those things, but... I still hope that there will be an end soon."

Listening to Yao Lao's words, Jiang Yichen seems to have understood why there are so many gangs in the Jianghu, and Yaogu prefers to befriend the Daoyi League.

The old and the young were silent, and the hut became silent.

Jiang Yichen didn't know what Yao Lao was thinking, he only knew that after his eyes healed, the most suitable thing for him to do was to kill people.

In the past few days, he and the old man have exchanged views on the Hundred Flowers Conference and the battle of Ningtai Terrace in the correspondence between him and the old man, and also discussed the recent affairs in the Jianghu.

As far as the Daoyi League is concerned, apart from the Niu family's father and daughter going to Lingnan, Luo Piaoling will return from Youjing South in the near future.

Luo Piaoling and Meng Chaoge's return journey will be more dangerous than the Niu family's father and daughter going south.

It will take some time for Jiang Yichen's eyes to heal, and he couldn't catch up with the errand of escorting the two pavilion masters of Tingyu Pavilion back to the south.

However, three days ago, the imperial court's "Martial Forces Restriction Order" shocked the world, but Jiang Yichen, who was behind, had a lot of room to do something.

As long as the eyes can be restored in time, with Jiang Yichen's current level of cultivation and elusive identity, to clear up some poisons in the rivers and lakes, it will also have the effect of encircling Wei and aiding Zhao, and can escort Luo Piaoling and others to a certain extent on their way home.

(End of this chapter)