Chapter 59:

"The Iron Armored Spider can excite the protector of the shield. He likes to eat dead leaves and scythes, is easy to breed, and has strong resistance to ordinary animal symbols ..."
"The white-striped deer has healing talents, likes to eat green zhizhi, is easy to raise, has high vigilance, and is difficult to tie ..."
"Monocular bats can attack the enemy with sound waves. They like to eat mortal rats, and they are easy to raise. They are scarce and difficult to fix their souls ..."
...
For a period of time after that, Jing Yue spent his sleep and forgetfulness to study the beast charms applicable to all kinds of spirit beasts. He set the appropriate price according to different Fuyu and unified it to Wang Xiaoju.
Two days later, several academy students passed Lecheng Avenue with their heads upright, attracting a crowd of spectators.
"Wow, is that the Iron Armored Spider? Ah, ah, that's the white-striped deer!"
"The white-striped deer looks like this. I was the first to see it. It's so cute."
At this time, a bat flew to the shoulder of a man carrying a gourd, and a little girl in the passerby screamed in fear, holding her elder and saying: "Don't be afraid, it is also a spirit beast, called a monocular spirit bat ... Wait? Monocular bat? Is it my dazzle? "
"Isn't that a difficult match in ten years in the Beast Castle, and the third-eyed spirit bat on the list of the most difficult to conquer?"
"Yes, I remember that the white-striped deer ranks fifth, isn't it ... their spirit beasts seem to have difficulty recognizing the Lord, how can they be so close to them?"
"It is worthy of being a student of Jiutian College, and the means are extraordinary."
Listening to the praise from passersby, the students' were very tall, and they only felt that the college tokens that were deliberately displayed on their waists were even more dazzling.
They all returned from the beast castle, and they all used the beast charm made by Jingyue, all of which succeeded in one fell swoop.
When they return to Jiutian Academy, there is no need to mention the sensation caused by Wang Xiaojue. In short, Wang Xiaoci received the spirit stone and received soft hands. Some of the previous group paid for it, and the deposit was rushed by others later.
At the same time, Wang Xiaojue also brought a message to Jingyue, saying that the beast castle had contacted Han Yunzong's shop several times, and wanted more wooden tenques to set the animal charms.
But all this Jing Yue had no psychological understanding, he devoted himself to knowing the sword. Fortunately, since I woke up and dried up, he seems to have some heart-to-heart communication with the sword. He has a better ability to know swords and can learn hundreds of swords a day. Otherwise, Qin Yan will not be able to complete his task.
In a flash, it was the day of the annual exam.
In the early morning of this day, a glorious morning glow in the sky had not faded, and all the students majoring in kendo gathered at the gate of Jiange.
Everyone's expressions were different. Some people were full of self-confidence, others were still and others were uneasy. Jingyue ... is the fourth kind who is clearly uneasy and unpretentious.
Beside him, several monks whispered to guess the assessment method, and some people shared various inquiries from the inquisitor, but Jing Yue was a little absent-minded. Although he knew all the Tibetan swords in Jiange, he always felt that the assessment was not easy, and there might be some unexpected obstacles ...
As he wondered, Qin Yanzhi was here. He rarely wore a purple dress today, and Chenguang painted his outline—the bridge of his nose was tall, his eyebrows were clear, his thin lips were pale red, and he looked a little tender.
Jing Yue thought deeply, Qin Zhenjun had so many robes, he saw each other so many times, as if the style or color was not the same every time ...
As he walked away, Qin Yanzhi has straightened into the theme, "Today's assessment, all people are not allowed to borrow the divine knowledge, only hearing is allowed in the five senses. I will take the sword arbitrarily, and you need to tell me from the sound of the sword Swords, including names, sizes, materials, and proper exercises! Wrong answer, I will stay in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion next year. "
Quiet in the field, many students suspected that Qin Zhenjun wanted to embarrass them intentionally, and even the originally confident people were worried.
For Jing Yue, this worry was even worse, because Qin Yanzhi's eyes fell on him.
"you first."
Jing Yue: "..."
Really mean! Don't let the water go, let him wait and see!
If the ancestor of Han Yunzong was assessed, however, I am afraid that the news will spread to Jiutian Academy in less than half a day, and it will spread to the entire world of repair in less than one month!
Although he was overturned, his face calmly approached the ground, closing his eyes slowly in front of Qin Yanzhi, closing the four senses.
His world went into darkness, no light, no smell, not even the temperature of the morning sun, but his hearing seemed sharper.
Outside of the darkness, Qin Yanzhi waved a move, and a sword box in the sword court was summoned straight out and stopped firmly in front of him. Qin Yanzhi carefully took out the long sword, flicked with two fingers, and passed a dull sound into everyone's ear.
At that moment, Jing Yue was miraculously settled, and a painting was gradually formed in his consciousness.
At first, the picture was drawn by lines. It was simple but meticulous. Gradually, the painting was stained with colors, and the people and scenes on the painting came alive ...
The verdant green hills are set against the sky and clouds, and the sun is gilding the edges of the clouds. The bird's trajectory cut through the clouds, as if a swimming fish jumped out of the sea. In the end, it landed on an old tree in a small village.
Not far away is a blacksmith's shop. The shirtless man is wielding a sledgehammer and hammering at the sword embryo in his hand. The sweat slumps from his bronze skin, as if it was raining.
A little boy with dreadlocks squatted beside him, and looked up, "Daddy, dogs also want to play."
The man laughed heartily: "Aye is not playing, he is playing a good sword for his guests."
Dog Egg: "The dog egg also wants to play a good sword."
The man laughed more and more, "Okay! Let's be motivated!"
In the early morning of the next day, the dog egg found a bench in the yard, and a hard cyan stone was fixed at one end of the bench.
He asked Dahan with a puzzled look, and the other person rubbed his head with a smile. "The dog egg is young and can't shake the hammer, and Dad finds a sharpening stone for you. The dog egg goes to the forest and moves you The more stones you can move, the more you can grind a good sword, but you can't stop it halfway. "
The dog egg was so excited that he went to the forest bouncing. A woman came out of the room and yelled to the Han: "You are not serious, and you make a funny egg, how can a stone become a sword?"
Dahan smirked his head and smirked: "I just want to find something to do for the dogs. He has no martial arts spirit and can only be a mortal in this life. He simply exercises his arm strength and patience since he was a child. "
The woman looked dull and sighed sighfully.
At noon, the dog egg came back with a stone full of half his height. The stone was very heavy. The dog egg had to take a few steps to rest. He panted, his face flushed red, like an apple. .
Although the big man was secretly surprised, he always smiled and didn't mean to come forward to help.
When the dog egg finally hugged the stone with the sword, the big man taught him how to sharpen the sword, and then he concentrated on doing his job.
From this day, the dog egg began to sharpen the sword day by day.
He sits on a bench and grinds every morning in the morning until he rests in the evening, and never seems to feel dull. Although the stone couldn't see any change, he was not discouraged. He believed what Ada said-more grinding, you can get a good sword.
When he knew that Dad had lied to him, the stone could not be ground into a sword, but he had already become a habit.
The daddy ’s father and mother felt that this was not good, but there was no harm in it. They saw that the daddy ’s body was really trained to be very strong, and they had hardly been sick since they were small.
In this way, the dog egg grew to eighteen years old, at the age when he could get married.
The dog egg mother invited a matchmaker to propose a marriage. The girl in the village next to him was fancy, but when the other party heard that the dog egg would only hold the stone sharpening sword, the blacksmith refused to learn anything.
Afterwards, he mentioned his relatives several times. Although the subjects were different, the endings were the same. Until the early 20s, no girl was willing to marry him.
Dad and his mother persuaded his son countless times, hoping that he would lay down the stone to learn the technique of iron making, but the dog egg was always the same as the stone he ground, so stubborn that they could do nothing.
The chickens fly at home, and the village is rumored to be a fool. Don't have a wife, just a stone.
At the age of 26, his mother could not bear it, and the blacksmith threw away the dog egg's stone at night.
After discovering the dog egg for a long time, he said, "The stone has been a circle smaller, and it can become a sword. This is the first sword I built, and it must not be abandoned halfway."
He seemed to have telepathy, and found the piece that belonged to him in the mountains and rocks, but when he returned home, the rain suddenly fell, and the dog egg unfortunately rolled off the mountain.
When the villagers found him, he was unconscious but still holding his stone in his arms.
When the dog egg becomes conscious again, it has broken a leg, and even if it is cured, it can only be a bitch. The mother almost cried blindly, regretted that she could not kill herself, the blacksmith sighed and sighed, and was ten years old overnight.
But the dog egg didn't seem to care, when he was able to walk with a cane, he resumed his old business.
No one talked about him this time. He seemed to be back when he was a kid, and his father and mother always laughed and watched him grind stones. But now, the smile is full of sadness.
Spring is coming and autumn is coming. The old tree in front of the house has withered and sprouts for a few times.
When his mother died, he asked the dog egg, "Why are you like this?"
The dog egg embraced the half-small stone, and the sentence remained, "This is the first sword I made, and it must not be abandoned halfway."
The light in his mother's eyes faded, and the dog egg hugged the stone in her arms tightly.
There was only one dog egg left in the smithy, the fire in the iron furnace never ignited, and the copper and iron in the utility room were rusty and dusty.
Year after year, the wildflowers in the mountains bloomed and thanked. Everyone in the same family had a grandson, and he was still grinding his stones.
The people in the village are used to the behavior of the dog egg, and have long talked about his interest, only occasionally when talking with other villagers, the dog egg is a weirdo.
One night, the mountain was shaken suddenly, the villagers hurried out of the house, and saw the direction of the blacksmith shop, a dazzling white light cut through the mist, straight into the dark moon!
In the light, an old man held a large sword and rose higher and higher until he disappeared.
At the same time, all the magic weapons in this small world are roaring at the same time, the masters of martial arts are all trembling, they all feel the existence of artifacts!
When the magical light gradually disappeared, the villagers found that the blacksmith shop disappeared without a trace, leaving only a bottomless crack on the ground, dividing the village in half with the old tree as the boundary.
Soon, a master of martial arts came here, saw the cracks on the ground, and then heard the stories of the villagers. He worshipped deeply against the cracks and sighed: "The sword is sharpened with a stone, and the sword is sharpened. Mortals can justify ascension ... "
This is the 16128th sword that Jingyue learned. He said: "This sword is called Shixin, it is about eight inches long and about one inch wide. The sword is made of ordinary stone, which is suitable for all properties of soil properties. law."
As soon as the voice fell, there was another sword-singing in my ear.
This sound didn't seem to be thick, and the picture in Jingyue's consciousness changed accordingly-he saw a young girl.
The girl practiced swords at an early age. She came out of the river at the age of sixteen, martial arts, and jealousy.
There was also a tenderness in the girl's heart. She had made a wish to the starry sky and would marry a virtuous gentleman in the future.
But her life is always unfortunate. The people she loves, the people who love her, always go against her, always drifting away.
Until she was 46 years old, a middle-aged female swordsman could not find a gentleman she recognized. Therefore, she chose a good birthday and a big wedding ceremony. It was not any man who worshiped her, but her sabre.
Since then, the sword has been given a new name-gentleman sword.
"This sword is called a gentleman sword. It is about twelve inches long and one inch wide. The sword is made of fine iron, which is suitable for all attributes."
Jing Yue finished speaking and heard Jianming again.
The corner of his mouth slightly tilted, and he didn't need to think about it and said, "This sword is about fifteen inches long and about one and a half inches wide. The sword is made of tin and copper. It is also suitable for all methods of soil properties. It is named ... . "
"Very well, you passed."
A clear voice replaced Jianming, and Jing Yue let out a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and hit the sight of Qin Yanzhi.
I don't know if it is his illusion, but only felt that there was a hint of warmth in the other person's eyes.
The author has something to say: small theater
—
Q: What's your favorite?
Slap!
Q: What does Jingjing like best?
Soar!
Q: What is Rouge's favorite?
sword!
At the end of the interview, the reporter was suddenly obscured at the time of posting, and the masses of the rising sun who refused to reveal the actual body found it and lowered their throats: I secretly told you that Qin Fungus's favorite is not a sword, but clothes. colorful! Both!