Fighter of the Destiny

In Zhou Garden, Wan Jian flew into the sky to help Chen Changsheng kill the golden-winged roc and break the black robe conspiracy, because they wanted to leave the grassland where the sun never sets and return to their homeland.

Chen Changsheng had made a promise to these swords, and naturally he would not go back on it, so after returning to Kyoto, even though he was a little reluctant, he reported the matter of the sword pool to His Majesty the Pope as soon as possible.

This news has not spread among the people for the time being, but after Ligong notified all parts of the mainland, it is no longer a secret. This morning, Chen Changsheng crossed the border and defeated Zhou Ziheng in the Star Gathering Realm. Many people began to wonder whether he had other adventures in the sword pool besides those famous swords. Otherwise, he could only rely on Su Li's guidance. How could his swordsmanship improve so quickly?

Chen Changsheng didn't care how much shock the news of Jianchi's birth would cause in the mainland, nor how other people's eyes would change on him. He just felt that this matter was a bit troublesome.

The night before Li Gong sent him a very long list. Many sects expressed their sincere gratitude to Li Gong and Chen Changsheng. At the same time, they attached relevant certificates and requested Li Gong to return the swords of those ancestors to them. The list is very long, and the one at the top is undoubtedly the Zhaijian of Saintess Peak, followed by many other once-famous magic weapons. Chen Changsheng rearranged the swords in the scabbard according to the list, and found that although the list was long, it was still only a very small part compared with the number of famous swords in the sword pool. It can be seen that the swords that once shocked the mainland back then were There are not many strong men and sects who can still find their inheritance in the world.

Looking at this incident from a historical perspective, one will undoubtedly feel the sadness hidden behind it. It is easy to lament the impermanence of the world, but for him and the Chinese Academy of Education, this is of course a good thing - those who followed him out of Zhou Garden Among the famous swords, there are at least more than 7,000 that cannot be found in the former sect's mountain gate. In other words, he is now the master of these swords.

There was a crisp impact sound, and an old sword with some rust marks appeared on the floor of the library.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp sound of metal collision kept ringing. In just a moment, the originally empty and spacious library was filled with all kinds of swords. The number of those swords was so large, and together they were so... It was so heavy that even the floor of the library sank slightly under the pressure, feeling like it could no longer bear the load.

Zhexiu opened his eyes, looked over, and then couldn't close them again.

Under the dim light, a hill made of swords appeared in the library.

He only wanted one sword from the sword pool, but Chen Changsheng brought back the entire sword pool.

Tang Thirty-Six glanced at the sword mountain, then at Chen Changsheng, and finally at the sword mountain again. He opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

He had heard Chen Changsheng tell the story of discovering the sword pool in Zhou Garden and joining forces with Wan Jian to fight against the enemy, but actually seeing these swords was a completely different feeling.

Even the Tang family of Wenshui, which can be said to be rich in the world, cannot see such a scene.

He suddenly felt that although Chen Changsheng lost a lot of gold, silver and treasures in Zhou Garden, he still made a lot of money from this business.

Xuanyuan Po listened to the voice and came to the library, carrying a dirty dishwashing rag in his hand.

With a bang, the dishwashing rag, which was larger than an ordinary apron, fell to the floor, causing some splashes.

Chen Changsheng took a look and said, I have told you many times that dishwashing rags should be changed frequently.

Xuanyuan Po couldn't hear what he was saying at this time. He was like a little bear climbing a tree, howling and rushing towards the sword mountain.

Jianshan was not knocked down by his thick body because he suddenly remembered that this was Chen Changsheng's thing. He stopped at the last moment and looked back at Chen Changsheng without saying anything. His eyes were watery and he looked extremely innocent. Pitiful.

You want it? Chen Changsheng asked.

Xuanyuan Po nodded, because his speed was so fast and his head was so big that a small breeze actually blew in the library at night.

Chen Changsheng said: Choose yourself.

Xuanyuan Po shouted happily, stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of a sword in the sword mountain, and then pulled it out with force.

The sound of metal grinding echoed in the quiet library.

It was a dark iron sword with no edge and was extremely thick. It looked more like an iron rod.

Xuanyuan Po was stunned for a moment, and found that the weight and feel of the iron sword matched his own strength very easily, and he even felt that the sword was meant for him to use.

It has to be said that there may really be some indescribable mysterious connection, or fate, between swords and people, just like those invisible threads of fate in the starry sky that no one can ever see.

The sword Xuanyuan Po drew out at random was a dark iron heavy sword. It was as heavy as a mountain and as powerful as the sea, hence its name: Mountain and Sea Sword.

The former owner of this heavy sword was a strong man named Xike. It is said that this strong man had the blood of the Baidi family and had never lost a battle in his life until he was defeated by Zhou Dufu in the Zhou Garden. Finally died in the hands of an unknown person.

Chen Changsheng was a little surprised that Xuanyuan Po took this sword.

The Mountain and Sea Sword is one of the best-preserved swords among the Ten Thousand Swords in the Sword Pool, second only to the Zhaijian. Moreover, because of the rumors that Xi Ke has the bloodline of the White Emperor, after Li Gong confirmed that Xi Ke had no inheritance, he had already thought about it. Leave the Mountain and Sea Sword to Luoluo. But at this moment, he looked at Xuanyuan Po who was overjoyed and thought that the scene of Luo Luo, such a beautiful and childlike little girl, smashing her with a big iron stick was too beautiful, so he didn't say anything.

Tang Thirty-Six had something to say.

This is the Mountain and Sea Sword. Although it is obvious that the edge of the sword was cut off by Zhou Dufu's two broken swords, even if it reappears, it will definitely be ranked in the list of 100 weapons.

As long as a severely damaged old sword reappears, it will definitely be included in the list of 100 weapons?

Tang Thirty-Six was not exaggerating. If you were to rank the famous swords in history, no matter how you rank them, the Mountain and Sea Sword would definitely be in the top ten.

Xuanyuan Po felt something bad, and moved it like a child holding a toy, holding the Shanhai Sword tightly, staring at Tang Sanliu warily, and said: What do you want to say? No matter what you say, I will not be fooled. You cunning humans lied!

Tang Thirty-Six mocked and said, Chen Changsheng is also a human being. How come you are not afraid of being deceived by him and yet you have the nerve to accept his sword?

Xuanyuan Po didn't know how to respond, so he held it back for a long time and said: He is my master, how can he be compared with ordinary people? Of course I dare to accept things my master gives me.

Tang Sanliu sneered and said: I never recognize him in normal times, but now he is willing to be his grandson just for the sake of a broken sword. If anyone says that your Bear Clan is honest and honest, I will fight with him.

Xuanyuan Po couldn't talk to him anymore, so he angrily stopped talking and just hugged the Shan Hai Sword in his arms tighter.

What do you want to say? Chen Changsheng asked.

Tang Thirty-Six said: A baby, carrying a heavy treasure, walking in the streets, do you think there will be any problems?

Chen Changsheng followed his gaze and saw that Xuanyuan Po's body was as thick as a hill, and the heavy and huge Shanhai Sword did not look out of place in his arms.

But Tang Sanshiliu was right. In this dangerous world, Xuanyuan Po was just a baby, a bear cub.

Now he is the dean of the National Academy of Education and the successor designated by the Pope, so he knows that he has a great treasure, but except for a few people, no one dares to do anything against him outside the rules.

Not so with Xuanyuan Po. Neither the state religion nor Baidi City would go to war over an ordinary demon boy.

If he is really a naughty kid, I wouldn't bother to care about his life or death. The problem is that this little guy has been performing pretty well recently. Tang Sanliu said, I don't think it's better than this. I will take care of this mountain and sea sword first. You keep it, and when you can beat me and prove that you have the ability and qualifications to hold a magic weapon, I will return this sword to you.

When he said this, he looked at Xuanyuan Po with a very natural expression and a very casual tone.

Xuanyuan Po was almost deceived, but he came to his senses when he saw the smile on Chen Changsheng's lips, and growled twice in annoyance. Tang Sanliu was not upset when his little thought was revealed. He stood up with a smile, took out a paper fan from somewhere, shook it and said: What I said is the truth, you have to hold it The Shanhai Sword is hanging around outside every day, and sooner or later someone will beat him with a black stick.

Xuanyuan Po's expression changed. He knew that what Tang Sanliu said was true, but if he was not willing to hand over the Mountain and Sea Sword to Tang Sanliu for safekeeping, he might as well give it to Chen Changsheng.

I won't give it to you anyway, but I won't let others know either.

Xuanyuan Po held the Shanhaijian in his arms and left the library. After a while, he turned back and found that the Shanhaijian in his arms had disappeared.

Where is it hidden? Chen Changsheng was really curious.

Xuanyuan Po didn't hide anything from them and said, In the firewood pile in the kitchen.

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, It's really good. Even if others saw it, they would probably think it was a fire stick.

After all, Tang Sanliu was not a child of an ordinary family. The Wenshui Sword beside him was no less than those famous swords in Jianchi. Now that he found that he could not get the Shanhai Sword, which was the only one he was interested in, he lost his mind. Interested, listening to the conversation between Xuanyuan Po and Chen Changsheng, I suddenly thought of a very interesting possibility: Do you think that thousands of years from now, someone will discover the secret of this iron sword in the firewood pile of the National Education Academy? Understand the art of swordsmanship and become a peerless strongman in one fell swoop?”

Xuanyuan Po thought to himself, I have not yet become a peerless strong man, and when I return to the tribe in the future, will I still leave this sword in the National Education Academy?

Chen Changsheng thought to himself that this is indeed interesting, very similar to some stories in books. The problem is that after thousands of years, people like himself are no longer around, so how can they know what will happen next?

The more Tang Sanliu thought about it, the more interesting it became, and his eyes became extremely bright.

Just one sword is not interesting enough. You have to hide a few more swords in the National Education Academy. No, dozens or even hundreds of swords. How many swords are hidden in the rocks by the lake, how many are hidden in tree holes, and how many are hidden in the bottom of the lake. Oh, in the pillars in the library, oh, by the way, isn't there a big bird's nest on the big banyan tree?...Tsk, tsk, you said that students from the Chinese Academy of Education will find it in one place after a few decades. A peerless sword, that picture...

The more he talked, the more excited he became. The more Chen Changsheng listened, the more helpless he became. He thought to himself, it’s just the fish in the lake. How could those birds perching on the trees offend you?

True to his word, Tang Thirty-Six walked towards Sword Mountain, planning to pick out some old swords that were too damaged and hide them in the National Religion Academy.

He had even decided that no one would tell the location of the hidden swords, not even Chen Changsheng, so that it would be interesting to find them later.

At this moment, the sound of folding sleeves was heard.

His voice was a little weak and slightly mocking.

Didn't you ask me to pick the sword? Why do you feel like this matter has nothing to do with me?

Only then did the three of them, Chen Changsheng, remember that Zhe Xiu had not spoken a word from the beginning to the end.

To be more precise, the three of them were talking so lively that they had long forgotten the real owner.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Tang Sanliu sighed with emotion.

The sense of existence is really magical. You are obviously the most ferocious guy among us, but now you are so miserable, but...

Chen Changsheng looked at Zhe Xiu's expression, quickly stopped Tang Sanliu from continuing, and asked cautiously: Which sword do you want?

Zhexiu raised his arm and pointed somewhere in the sword mountain.

Because the injury was so serious, his movements were a little difficult and slow, but he was firm.

Chen Changsheng and the others followed his hand and pointed towards it, their expressions slightly changed.

Are you sure you want this one?

Yes.

But... the origin of that sword... may cause some discussion in the future.

Since Zhou Tong said that I am a demon spy, of course I will use the demon's sword.

The sword Zhe Xiu wanted was old and slightly damaged, but it still had a profound sense of evil and blood lingering on it.

It is the Demon Commander's Flag Sword.

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(Scenes, pictures and stories like this are my biggest motivation for writing The Book of Destiny. I like writing these.)