Vol 2 Chapter 186: Name the knife

The lotus seed is embedded in the blade, as if it is attached to the knife, so there is no need for a jade box..........Xu Qi'an said hey, I'm really clever.
As time passed, Xu Qi'an sat at the table, staring blankly. Prevent the lotus seeds from falling on the table. If the table is turned on, the joke will be a big deal.
From now on, the little mare doesn’t have to ride, sits on the table and travels, and the four tables flexibly traverse the mountains?
He propped his elbows on the tabletop and held his cheeks in a daze. Inspired by the effects of lotus seeds, he couldn't help but diverge thinking and think of some funny jokes.
If you use lotus seeds to point your right hand, your right hand will say: You have to rely on me to pretend to be forceful. Underpants said: Where did you put me?
Cigarette said: Shut up both of you, including me.
The scabbard said: What are you special about, try again?
Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an burst into laughter.
"Oh! I can only entertain myself, I can't share..."
He slowly reduced his smile, resting his cheek in one hand, and boringly tapping the table with the fingers of the other hand, feeling that he had an atmosphere of "I don't want to spend the night and a half and knocking on chess pieces and falling lights."
The full moon hung high, the cold moonlight was blocked by the screen windows, and the sound of worms kept coming and going, highlighting the tranquility of the night.
On the wooden frame by the window is a beast head incense burner burning mosquito repellent spices. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains. If you don't burn mosquito repellent at night, you can't sleep at all.
Of course, martial artists above Rank 6 do not need to care about mosquito bites.
Unconsciously, three hours passed, the moonlight disappeared, and the sky outside the window was blue.
During this process, Xu Qi'an watched the lotus seed withering little by little, and watched the black gold long knife slowly transform. It didn't change sharp, but it didn't feel like a dead thing anymore. It seemed to be alive.
The tender lotus seeds shrank completely and fell to the ground.
"Om!"
The black gold long knife flew up on its own while trembling, flying around Xu Qi'an.
It seems to be close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to his parents.
A curious and wonderful feeling. Although it is still a knife, it gives me the feeling that it is alive, like a child, and like a pet...........Xu Qi'an's mouth turned up unconsciously.
Seeing the black gold long sword flying around in the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the Erha he had raised in his previous life. It also jumped like this. When he was happy, he would keep using the dog's head against himself.
As soon as this idea came out, he saw a beautiful and elegant black gold long knife, pointed the tip of the knife at him, and shot it over.
Don't don't don't, it's dying...Xu Qi'an's face changed drastically.
Ding!
Before he could dodge, he could only activate the diamond magic, and his chest was slammed by a sting, as if he was stabbed hard by a needle.
The strength of the black gold long sword has increased sharply. I have tried cutting myself before, and it doesn't hurt at all... Xu Qi'an turned his face in black, and silently accepted the "guard" loved by the saber.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The black gold long knife is like Sa Huan's Erha, constantly hitting Xu Qi'an with his "head" on the back, showing intimacy.
If I hadn't completed the Vajra power, I might become the first master to be "loved to death" by my own sword. Fortunately, I have this body protection power. Well, this is also part of Qi luck.
After a long time, the black gold long knife was affectionate enough, and it fell gently on the tabletop.
Xu Qi'an grabbed the handle of the knife, leaned in front of him, staring at the blade, and whispered, "Next is to give you a name."
According to Zhong Li, giving a name is a very important part of acknowledging the Lord, a spiritual and peerless soldier, once he has a name, he will not change it.
Whoever gives it a name is its owner.
Zhen Guojian's name is "Zhen Guo", which was given by the founding emperor.
Therefore, the meaning of Zhen Guojian's existence is to suppress the national movement. Therefore, Xu Qi'an can use it.
Choosing a name has a meaning beyond imagination for the Peerless God Soldier, which is equivalent to defining its existence.
For the owner, this is also a question and a wish.
What name should I choose............. Xu Qi'an pondered for a long time, not knowing what was going on, he suddenly felt a kind of passionate feeling, as if he was in touch with the world in the dark.
He has a hunch that crucial decisions in life are waiting for him.
He inexplicably felt that the room was too small and the roof was too low to hold his spirit.
哐!
He opened the door, left the courtyard, and walked out to the top of a cliff.
At this time, the sky was blue and the mountain breeze howled, blowing his long hair and clothing corners, and the whole person seemed to float up, leaving at any time.
"I am a tourist from another world. In this world, there is only one long-cherished wish to disrespect gods and Buddhas, or worship kings and heaven and earth, and that is that there are fewer injustices in the world. I hope that the Chuzhou Massacre case will happen again...
"Just call you "Peace", follow me, cut all injustices, open peace for the common people! Open peace for all generations!"
He held a long sword high, only feeling that his heart was like glass and his thoughts were clear.
Click!
The jade pendant sent by Jianzheng to shield the air was cracked.
At this moment, the Taiping Dao felt soaring into the sky and burst into the sky, breaking through the clouds on the top of Inurong Mountain.
At this moment, the vision of Mount Inurong suddenly emerged, and the strong wind blew away the clouds and mist that did not dissipate all the year round, blowing up countless dead branches and green leaves, and the forest was shaking. From a distance, it seemed that the whole mountain was shaking.
Such a movement alarmed a master in the Wurong Mountain Wulin League headquarters, including Yang Cuixue and Xiao Yuenu who were resting on the mountain, and other sect masters.
"what happened?"
"Enemy attack, is there an enemy attack? Wake everyone up quickly."
"Where is the sacred vision of such a terrible vision? Is it the third grade?"
"Will it be the revenge of the Daoist Chief!"
A master rushed out of the room without even having time to light a candle.
when! when! when!
The melodious and dense bells echoed in the world, echoing in every corner of Inurong Mountain.
This is the highest warning bell, telling the tribesmen in the mountains to guard against enemy attacks.
The masters of the Wulin League rushed out of the room and came to the open space. They saw the terrible vision with their own eyes. It seemed that there was only a violent wind left between the world and the earth, and a stream of air flowed upwards, rolling up rubble, green leaves, dead branches, etc. .
Such a terrifying vision of heaven and earth has long exceeded the limit of mortals.
Xiao Yuenu wore a pink robe to cover her exquisite and convex figure. She was wearing a white blouse inside. The incident happened suddenly and there was no time to wear a complicated Luo skirt.
Jewelry was also excluded, and the blue silk was with only a yellow ribbon.
She leaped on the roof lightly, looked around, and saw several acquaintances of Yang Cuixue.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Yuenu's voice was cold, and she clenched the silver fracture fan in her hand.
"Either the ancestor broke the barrier, or the enemy attacked." Fu Jingmen said solemnly, "I just came out."
The master of the sects and the master of the sects were serious, and they were ready.
"Is it the head of the real sect?" Xiao Yuenu raised her eyebrows and made a judgment.
She clenched the fan subconsciously.
Fu Jingmen and others' expressions sank at the same time. If the land sect had attacked, it would have been for Yue's Villa, but immediately discovered that the Yue's Villa had gone to the building, and when they were angry, they would retaliate against the Wulin League.
Although the Wulin League is a behemoth in the arena, it is still a big difference compared to the three Taoist schools, unless the ancestors personally acted.
Even so, the battle of the pinnacle powerhouse is still a catastrophe for Inu Rongshan.
At this time, Yang Cuixue said: "Leader!"
Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, up and down several times on the roof, and stopped in front of everyone.
"Did the old leader break the barrier?"
"Is it an enemy attack, Leader Cao?"
The main doormen and gang leaders came forward to inquire.
Cao Qingyang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "It's not the ancestor..."
Everyone looked at each other and never took any fluke.
Cao Qingyang didn't speak any more, quickly locked the source of the storm, and took the lead to go away.
Yang Cuixue and others followed.
Soon they left the building complex and walked around to the left of the main peak, where there was a cliff.
On the cliff, a tall young man stood proudly, holding a long knife in his hand, and the sword aura penetrated the sky, as bright as the sky, and a stream of air flow wrapped around the sword aura.
"Xu Yinluo?!"
Astonishment sounded, everyone in the Wulin League watched this scene with a little dazed and surprised.
Xu Yinluo actually caused such a big movement?
He, the knife in his hand... Cao Qingyang's eyes fell on the dark golden long knife.
"Guru..."
Someone swallowed and looked at the long knife with salivation, with envy gleaming in his eyes.
Anyone can see that this is a peerless magic weapon, a person in the world, and the least resistant to magic weapons.
More and more people gathered to witness the scene of the young man standing proudly and breaking through the clouds.
"Not an enemy attack?"
"Xu, what is Xu Yinluo doing..."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, but no one could give them the answer.
But from today, there will be more rumors in the arena: In the midsummer of Yuanjing's 37th year, Xu Qian had an epiphany in Inu Rongshan, born with a natural vision.
After a long time, the sword aura receded and the wind subsided. At this time, the first ray of morning light from the east shone on Xu Qi'an, illuminating his handsome side face.
On the spot, I don't know how many women were shocked.
Xu Qi'an retracted the knife and inserted it into the scabbard. He breathed out silently, and suddenly realized that his mission was general, and he was comfortable.
He scanned Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the members of the Wulin League who were onlookers in the distance one by one, and said loudly: "My heart has something to understand, it has disturbed everyone, and..."
The voice fell, and a slightly hasty call came from the back mountain: "You come, you come..."
Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang looked at each other, knowing that it was the voice of the old leader of the Wulin League.
The others heard it too.
"What sound, who is it?" Fu Jing looked around and shouted.
"Master Fu, don't be rude." Cao Qingyang reprimanded: "That's the ancestor."
Hearing this, the members of the Wulin League were in an uproar, and they started talking excitedly.
"Old ancestor, is the voice of the ancestor?"
"Since I was a child, my father said that the ancestor lived in Houshan, but since I was born, I have never heard the voice of the ancestor."
"The ancestors have blessed the Wulin League for generations to come."
The Wulin League has always claimed that the ancestors of the mountain are still alive, but the people of the rivers and lakes have never seen a figure of the same age as the country, including the members of the Wulin League. From a young age, the elders said that the back mountain was a forbidden place and a place for ancestors to sublime. .
Passed down from generation to generation, but no one actually met, even the voice was never heard.
"The ancestor is calling for the leader of Cao, the leader of Cao, please go there quickly, don't let the ancestors wait for a long time.
Seeing Cao Qingyang pestle in place, everyone urged:
"Leader Cao? The old ancestors call you."
"Leader Cao, go quickly."
Those two "you come", don't think about it, they must be calling the leader Cao. In the Wulin League, on Mount Inurong, only Cao Qingyang was qualified to meet the ancestors.
Because he is the leader and the speaker of this generation.
Cao Qingyang still did not move, nodding towards Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an immediately walked back to the mountain. Compared to before, he was suddenly afraid that the secret of luck would be exposed, so he was free and upright.
One after another, he stared at Xu Qi'an's back with a slightly dull look.
Isn't the ancestor calling the leader Cao?
The ancestors were silent for hundreds of years, and for the first time they spoke out in front of everyone, and it was Xu Yinluo who was shouting?
.........
In front of Shimen, Xu Qi'an carried a saber and said respectfully: "Senior, what are you looking for?"
"Who are you? Why is there luck in you?"
The old voice asked, straight to the point, with no sloppy, strong Wufu style.
Just as he communicated with Xu Qi'an last night, the secrets of luck, the past, and the past were blunt and never sold.
I still like to play with Wufu. Supervising Jinlian, Wei Yuan, etc., my heart is very dirty, and I am ashamed of them as a team.........Xu Qi'an sighed and said:
"I'm just honoring an ordinary people, but I do have luck in me. I am prepared to say that it is national luck."
Shimenli didn't reply, as if waiting for him to continue.
"Twenty years ago in the Shanhaiguan Campaign, a mysterious warlock and the leader of the Gu Clan Heaven Gu Tribe stole half of Dafeng's national fortune. That national fortune finally fell on me.
"But I don't know why I was selected..."
Xu Qi'an briefly said about Qiyun and his own experience.
It is strange that when he faced Wei Yuan and Jin Lian, he never mentioned his luck, even if Dao Jin Lian knew something.
But for this old Piff, he had no idea to hide.
There are probably two reasons for it: First, the other party is a straight-headed martial artist. If you have something to say, unlike Jin Lian Wei Yuan, who is too thoughtful, and getting along with them, you can't help but think too much and worry too much.
Second, the martial artist in it is the same age as the country and has a lot of knowledge. In the scene just now, he can't hide it from others. He must have seen something in such a rushing call.
So Xu Qi'an might as well be more generous and tell the secret.
"It's no wonder that Dafeng's national strength has been weakened so rapidly in the past two decades, both because of the emperor's cultivation of the Taoism, and because of the stolen luck." The old man suddenly said:
"What happened to you just now?"
Xu Qi'an turned the lotus seed into a saber, and told the old man about the promotion of it to a peerless soldier.
"Where's the name of the knife?"
"Taiping means peace in the world."
The old man smiled, and his voice was clear: "The third grade of Confucianism is called Liming~EbookFREE.me~ When I was promoted, I was born with a vision. That's because the great Confucian Confucian was in the human race.
"Although you are not in the Confucian system, the essence is the same. Therefore, the vision you have just created. Here is a piece of advice for you. Keep in mind today's thoughts. If you fall into the devil's way in the future, you will die by the backlash of your luck."
"I understand." Xu Qi'an nodded, not forgetting to ask:
"Senior, what do you think of my situation?"
"Views? Well, you don't want to join the Wulin League, I don't want you anymore." Old Piff said.
Bah, vulgar Wufu... Xu Qi'an took a sip in his heart, saying that he turned his face too fast. Knowing that I was the of Jianzheng and the mysterious warlock, you immediately persuaded you.
"Of course, if I can be promoted to the second rank, the martial arts league can protect you. Ha ha, the second rank martial artist, even if I can't beat the first rank of other systems, I am not afraid."
The old man in Shimen smiled and said: "You don't have to be wary of me. I have the aspirations to reach the top of the martial arts, and I will never try my luck. Otherwise, the great ancestors who have been with you five hundred years ago will never die. As for now, I'm not rebellious, it's useless to be lucky."
"But if you have the great luck with you, maybe seniors can come to the top and be promoted to the second rank?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.
The old man was silent.
When Xu Qi'an secretly scolded himself for being stupid and opened a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said quietly:
"What gives you the illusion that Wufu can play with luck?"
........ Xu Qi'an bowed and said, "It's the juniors who are rash."
Yes, even if this old ancestor was greedy for his luck, how could the crude taker know how to absorb luck?
In the end, it wasn't the virgin who saw Picasso, stared and anxious.
After being silent for a while, Xu Qi'an was not reconciled, and said, "What else can seniors give me?"