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He has the ability to be an elder, but he is not an elder;
He has the talent of the hall master, but he is not the hall master.
He completely ignored the position that others looked up to and looked up to.
His own temperament is as awe-inspiring as a sword, sharp as a sword, so he wholeheartedly became a sword passer who studies swordsmanship.
To say that he is special is to pursue the purity of the supreme kendo.
In addition, he exudes an aura that strangers should not get close to. Except for the leader and the young leader, no one is in his eyes.
Zhang Shaochen has naturally heard of this characteristic of him.
The reason why he dared to confront Leng Tianshuang today when he saw Leng Tianshuang was because the topic he wanted to start with was swords.
"Senior Brother Leng!" After contemplating for a long time, he ran forward with a look of surprise, pretending to meet him by chance, "What a coincidence, Senior Brother Leng, I met you again."
Hearing his passionate words, the magic sword user dressed in white turned around slowly.
Leng Tianshuang looked at him coldly.
"this¡¡"
Seeing him like this, Zhang Shaochen suddenly wondered if the last time he met Leng Jianshi was just a dream.
Otherwise, why would Leng Tianshuang put on such a cold expression, as if the two were meeting for the first time.
He was a little discouraged.
But he quickly cheered up, and continued to put on a forced smile and said, "Senior brother Leng, my little brother recently picked up by chance"
"No, I got a sword and thought it was very special, so I wanted to ask my brother to take a look."
While talking, he didn't care whether Leng Tianshuang agreed or not, so he pulled out the natural disaster sword and handed it in front of Leng Tianshuang.
"Well¡¡"
Seeing that it is a sword, Leng Tianshuang's eyes softened a little.
It can be seen that no matter how cold some people are, as long as they find the right way, at least they can still talk.
Leng Tianshuang didn't take the sword, but said: "How special is this sword?"
Zhang Shaochen hurriedly said:
"It's really special."
"When I picked it up, it was still a rusty sword. It was so rusty, even if it was sold for tatters, it was worthless."
"But look now, there is no rust on the sword, it's normal!"
"oh¡¡"
Hearing this, Leng Tianshuang finally took the sword and began to look at it carefully.
"Also¡ª" Zhang Shaochen paid attention to his expression, and said cautiously, "For some reason, I actually think there might be a sword spirit in it"
"I would like to ask my brother to help me find out if there is a 'sword spirit' in it?"
At the end of the word "Sword Spirit", he intentionally bit it hard.
He wanted to hint to Swordsman Leng that he should focus on this, and help him see if it was a sword spirit, or some demon or ghost that pretended to be a beauty, and wanted to seduce him, a good boy from a good family.
"Sword Spirit?" Leng Tianshuang raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and his expression suddenly became solemn.
The Scourge Sword turned over and over in his hand.
He went from the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword, and from the tail of the sword to the tip of the sword, upside down and looked at it several times.
After doing this, he stroked the sword again, and once he channeled his true essence and spiritual power, his palm immediately glowed with ice, making the sword reflect like ice and snow.
Seeing his behavior like this, Zhang Shaochen immediately lifted his spirits, and waited for the result of the appraisal with great anticipation.
"Yes." Leng Tianshuang suddenly nodded.
"Huh?" Zhang Shaochen was overjoyed, "Is it really a sword spirit?"
"Yes." Leng Tianshuang said.
"Haha, haha, I knew it! Great, great!" The boy danced.
"But don't be too happy." Leng Tianshuang's voice was still emotionless.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Shaochen was taken aback.
"This sword spirit is too weak!"
"Weak? This how weak is it?"
"It's as if it doesn't exist."
"What?!"
"It's like dying."
"Impossible!" Zhang Shaochen exclaimed.
"Huh? You don't believe me?" Leng Tianshuang stared at him with cold eyes.
"Ah? Don't dare! I didn't mean that." Zhang Shaochen quickly defended.
"But it's a good thing." Leng Tianshuang suddenly changed his tone.
"ah?"
"This sword spirit is just right for you.""Ha! I knew it! It really deserves to be 'my good sword'!" Zhang Shaochen was happy again.
"Yes." Leng Tianshuang said calmly, "This sword spirit is either there or not. It is very weak, and it matches your current skill."
"ah?!"
There were several ups and downs, and now Zhang Shaochen really didn't know what expression to make.
Just now, Leng Tianshuang's words caused ups and downs, and his mood was like the roller coaster of later generations. If it wasn't for Leng Tianshuang's reputation, Zhang Shaochen would have suspected that he was playing tricks on him on purpose.
"That's not right" He suddenly came back to his senses, "When Leng Jianshi looked at the sword just now, I felt that Xi Ling'er's sense of existence was indeed very weak. It shouldn't be like this!"
When thinking this way, Leng Tianshuang just returned the sword to him.
As soon as he got it, before he could take a closer look, he immediately sensed that the girl Xi Ling'er was making a face with him in a state of fascination!
"this¡¡"
"What a cunning sword spirit!"
Zhang Shaochen panicked suddenly.
However, he changed his mind and thought again: "Ha! What are you afraid of? I, Zhang Shaochen, am not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet!"
Thinking of this, his expression became calm again.
Leng Tianshuang noticed all the changes in his micro-expression.
"Zhang Shaochen." Leng Jianke suddenly said, "I heard about you, so I have a question."
"Excuse me, brother!" Zhang Shaochen was a little flattered.
"Well, I want to ask you, you are so unlucky, why don't you seem sad at all?"
Zhang Shaochen didn't expect him to ask such a question. He was taken aback for a moment, and then he said indifferently: "It's sad, it's sad. But is it useful to be sad? Life is still the same."
"Hmph!" For some reason, Leng Tianshuang suddenly became very angry when he heard his answer, and said angrily, "Zhang Shaochen! You came to Dongling Mountain to live your life? Have you forgotten your blood feud?! "
Hearing him mention this, Zhang Shaochen's expression became as indifferent as Leng Tianshuang.
"Blood feud, I will never forget it."
"But what's the use?"
"As I said just now, life still has to go on, hatred can't be eaten, and one's own path must continue to move forward."
"You, that's all you can think about?" Leng Tianshuang looked at him.
Suddenly, there were imperceptible ripples in the eyes that were used to being calm.
"Can you think about it? That's right."
"Or rather, I think a lot."
The young man who had always bowed his knees now had a different look.
He looked at the white-clothed swordsman in front of him, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Brother Leng, forgive me, I have thought about your question many times over the years."
"The result of thinking about it countless times is that life is impermanent, and it is useless to ask for trouble. Then it is better to face the rising sun every day and continue to move forward, as long as you don't forget the original intention." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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