Chapter 187: The Girl Who Takes the Sword, the Boy Who Kills the Monster

Although Xie Nandu is known as a talented woman in the gods, she is actually a beauty.

When I first came to Shendu, it had not yet bloomed, but it was actually very beautiful. Now, more than half a year later, it is already much prettier than before.

She can be said to be a true beauty.

Wei Xu said this, of course, not because Xie Nandu was really unattractive, but just to express his position.

Xie Nandu smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously. He just said, "Brother, let's take the water route from now on."

Wei Xu was a little confused, "What about the carriage? That was brought from the academy."

"How much it's worth will be recorded in sir's account when the time comes."

Xie Nandu smiled and said, "I don't think Mr. Lai will care."

Wei Xu thought for a moment and did not refute. He just walked over and held the reins towards the crowd. Xie Nandu turned around and took a look and found that Wei Xu had led the carriage to the crowd over there. Then he began to talk to a person seriously. Watching guys with some money bargaining.

Not far away, Xie Nandu heard clearly.

Wei Xu, the most famous scholar in the capital, seriously advised the guy to buy a carriage and give up the idea of ​​taking a boat. This made Xie Nandu think of a story for no reason, about selling a wooden comb to a monk.

This is a story recorded in a miscellaneous book in the library. It is very absurd, because a monk has no hair and does not need a wooden comb at all. However, someone actually got what he wanted and sold the wooden comb to a monk. , now Wei Xu is here, persuading the person who is about to take the boat to give up the idea of ​​taking the boat, which is actually exactly the same as that story.

It's also very weird.

But in the end that person succeeded, and Wei Xu also succeeded.

He got the heavenly money and sold the carriage to the man.

Then he returned to Xie Nandu.

A big boat came slowly from a distance and stopped at the ferry.

Wei Xu took Xie Nandu to pay the money to board the ship and asked for a guest room.

After getting on the boat, Xie Nandu said, "It turns out that senior brother is also very good at talking."

Wei Xu nodded and said, "Since you are studying in the academy, it is necessary to be able to speak. The debate at the lakeside is not about whose theory is more suitable, but about who can convince the other party. Of course, reasoning is always associated with fists. , in many cases, there is no need to reason with him at all, but you also know that the current situation is different, and I am still trying to reason with him. "

Xie Nandu said, "This world is very unreasonable."

Wei Xu smiled and said, "It's already a very good world."

Xie Nandu said, "So I think the world will become better, but senior brother doesn't seem to think so."

Wei Xu frowned slightly after hearing this, and then said softly, "Some things can be done without thinking. Depending on the position you are in, you will naturally think about different things and make different choices. Junior sister, you are a smart person. Of course you know what I’m talking about.”

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "Senior brother, you think about so many things and make so many choices. Have you ever given up those identities and just made choices based on your heart?"

Wei Xu was silent for a while and then said, "The teacher has a disciple who never likes to study, but in fact at that time everyone hoped that he could study hard and inherit the teacher's legacy, because the position of dean of the academy is really good. , even the teacher himself would be happy to see him move up a little bit, and then one day hand over the academy to him. "

The dean's lifelong wish was to accept seventy-two disciples and imitate that saint. In fact, among the many disciples in the early days, Wei Xu was not outstanding at all. The disciple he mentioned was the one with the highest hopes. .

"It's a pity that he likes to practice swordsmanship and kill monsters, but he doesn't like studying. So he found a way to practice swordsmanship very early and became a swordsman himself. Within a few years, he went north to kill monsters. "

The disciple Wei Xu was talking about was naturally the senior brother who answered Xie Nandu's questions about swordsmanship.

"Actually, I admire him very much, because it would be very difficult for me to make such a choice, but he did it without any regrets at all. Of course, the consequences were something he never considered. "

Wei Xu said with a complicated expression, "I was born in the Wei family, and I cannot choose many things. Even if I have reached this state now, it is still difficult."

Xie Nandu looked at his face and said nothing.

The Xie family and the Wei family had always been enemies in the Liang Dynasty.

Their position was not chosen by themselves, but they had to stand on the opposite side, otherwise it would not be a good thing for the Liang Dynasty.

Wei Xu looked at Xie Nandu and sincerely praised him, "Actually, I admire junior sister's character."

She also comes from a wealthy family, but Xie Nandu doesn't seem to care about these things at all. She must do what she wants to do.

It's hard for something like this to happen to them.

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "How can things be so difficult?"

Wei Xu smiled and said, "I remembered a sentence for no reason. Junior sister must have heard it before. Guess?"

Xie Nandu looked at him, "Senior brother is just making excuses for himself."

Wei Xu was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then slowly said, "Maybe it is."

"Except for teachers, I have never met a so-called real person, but now junior sister seems to be another one."

Wei Xu felt inexplicably emotional.

Xie Nandu said nothing.

After the ferry docked for a short time, it began to move slowly along the river. A monk began to change the talismans from the bow of the boat. Those talismans called water-breaking talismans were attached to both sides of the ferry, which could speed up the ferry a lot, even if there was no wind on the river. He also walked very fast, which was a monk's method, but the talismans consumed a lot of money, and he had to replace the talismans every time he reached a ferry, which was quite costly.

Therefore, the ferry entered the Wei River within a few days.

It is considered to be passing through Weizhou.

Xie Nandu looked at the river, was quiet for a long time, and said softly, "I want to go down and have a look."

Wei Xu thought for a moment and came to the conclusion, "He is from Weizhou, but is that really the case?"

Only a few people know the identity of Chen Chao now. Although Wei Xu is the direct son of the Wei family, it is only speculation at this moment and there is no real confirmed answer.

"unimportant."

Xie Nandu looked at Wei Xu and said very seriously, "It doesn't matter what his identity is, and it doesn't matter who is standing behind him. I know that he is the same person as me."

Listening to these words, Wei Xu remembered the conversation he had with the young man by the lake in that small world.

In fact, if it weren't for him, the young man would have really killed Song Changxi in that small world.

That's something that's bound to cause a huge disaster.

But I felt that the young man really dared to do this.

"The young man growing wildly, it's really a strange... feeling."

Wei Xu stretched out his hand, and the mist between heaven and earth condensed. Some crystal water drops hung in his palm, which were transparent and round. They looked like pearls. It was a very strange sight.

Xie Nandu looked at the water drops, and his thoughts arose. The water drops began to change. Wei Xu glanced at Xie Nandu strangely, but did not stop him. He just watched the water drops turn into pocket water swords, hovering like this. From the palm of his hand, the sword energy overflowed, revealing its sharp edge.

Even a great monk like Wei Xu could feel the sharp sword energy contained in the water sword.

It stings slightly.

"Junior sister is really a child born to practice swordsmanship."

Wei Xu looked at Xie Nandu and said, "Actually, I don't want to become a rival with my junior sister."

Wei Xu said before that they were brothers and sisters in the academy, but outside the academy, it was different.

Xie Nandu just asked, "I wonder how many flying swords I can choose this time?"

Wei Xu said calmly, "I feel a little sorry for my junior sister. If it had been a few years earlier, maybe we could have fought for that weed."

In the eleventh year of Tianjian, the century-old sword of Jianqi Mountain has been released. The sword was named Weedao and was taken away by a young sword cultivator. If you want another good sword like this, you will have to wait for decades.

"The sword is outside

Things will eventually fall on people. "

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The ferry soon reached the lower reaches of the Weishui River and passed through a small town. It was not Tianqing County.

But Xie Nandu stood at the bow of the ship and watched for a long time.

She didn't know the name of that ordinary small town, but she had a feeling that a certain boy had lived here for many years.

She did not choose to get off the boat to take a look, but just stood on the bow of the boat, waiting for the ferry to move forward until it finally reached the end of the Weishui River and disembarked.

After changing to a carriage again, the two brothers and sisters walked for a long time and finally saw a mountain.

A mountain that looks a lot like a sword.

Wei Xu looked at the mountain filled with sword energy, smiled and said, "This is the sword energy mountain."

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Jianqi Mountain is the holy land in the hearts of sword cultivators all over the world.

This is a very strange thing, because this is not a sword sect, and there is no supreme magic method that sword cultivators can practice. There are only a group of craftsmen who live only to make swords. Maybe they are not craftsmen, but swordsmiths. .

There are the most swords and the best swords in the world here.

The sword is the foundation of a sword cultivator, so this place will become a holy place for sword cultivators in the world.

The most important place in Jianqi Mountain is called the Sword Washing Pond. Behind the Sword Washing Pond, there is a sword furnace. There are countless swordsmiths here making swords day and night, so the temperature is extremely high.

The dean stood outside the sword furnace and stood side by side with another gray-haired old man.

The old man is the master of the Sword Qi Mountain of this generation and the best swordsmith in the world.

His name is Mrs. Yang.

This name is very strange. Many people will first think that this name refers to a woman, but only a few people know his real name and don't find it strange.

"Old man, after all these years, who would have thought that one day you would leave the Capital of Gods?"

Mrs. Yang looked at the dean with some emotion.

As one of the dean's few friends, Mrs. Yang knew why the dean did not leave the divine capital so easily.

The dean smiled and said, "I walked such a long way just to see you, an old friend."

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she immediately frowned. The wrinkles on his face piled up, looking like a cracked field with criss-crossing ravines, which didn't look very nice.

"Don't be like this. Every time you, an old man, act like this, I get a little worried."

Mrs. Yang frowned and said, "The last time you, an old man, came to see me, you deceived me into taking away the broken treasure in the mountain."

The dean said of course, "What's the use of putting your flying swords in the mountains? Why not let them be put to good use? Now that they are in the hands of my disciple, they have killed countless monsters. Isn't this a good thing?"

Mrs. Yang sneered.

"Don't separate yourself from Daliang Chao so much. Whether it's a monk or I, Daliang Chao, don't we all have the same character?"

When the dean brought the disciple who was determined to practice sword to Jianqi Mountain and took away the flying sword, Master Yang actually just turned a blind eye. At least the friendship between the two was there.

"Is your last disciple really a good candidate for sword practice?"

Mrs. Yang was a little reluctant to believe it. She had heard a lot about Xie Nandu in the academy these days. He believed that the girl would be a good candidate for practicing Taoism, but he was unwilling to believe that she was also a good candidate for sword practice.

The dean said seriously, "Among the young people of this generation, there will never be another woman who is more suitable for sword practice than her."

Mrs. Yang sneered, "Don't blame me for hitting you. The girl in the Taoist Shuangbi is also a sword practitioner."

The dean disagreed, "This old man naturally knows, and there is no point in saying more. When she goes up the mountain, you will know that what I said is true. You just need to prepare for her to take the sword down the mountain."

Mrs. Yang's face was not very good. In fact, whether he was willing to accept the reality or not, since the dean came from the capital of gods, he would definitely bleed once.

"If there is a flying sword in my mountain that matches her, I can let her take one away, but you, an old man, have to pay for it!"

Mrs. Yang was not a stubborn person, and she quickly made concessions.

The dean looked at Mrs. Yang with a smile, and said a little embarrassedly, "It should be... more than one."

Mrs. Yang frowned when she heard this, but didn't say anything.

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When Xie Nandu and Wei Xu went up the mountain, the dean had already left Jianqi Mountain. This dean of the academy, the leader of the world's scholars, left the capital this time, naturally not just to ask for some flying swords for his closed disciple, he had other things to do, he had to go further south to meet someone.

Xie Nandu and Wei Xu waited in front of the mountain gate, looking at the dense forest in front of them, Xie Nandu and Wei Xu were a little surprised. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

It was the first time for them to come to Jianqi Mountain. They found that it was very different from the mountain they imagined. It seemed very ordinary. The mountain gate was not magnificent, and they could not even see the mountain road behind the mountain gate. It was a very ordinary bluestone path. The stone slabs were of different sizes. It looked like it was paved with bluestones found randomly in the mountains.

Jianqi Mountain really did not look like the so-called holy land of sword cultivators. It was more like a very ordinary sect, which was definitely not big.

I don’t know how long it took. Just as the two of them were looking around, a thin middle-aged man walked out from the depths of the dense forest.

He walked along the mountain road, came to the mountain gate, glanced at Wei Xu, and whispered, "Hello, Mr. Wei."

Wei Xu has now stepped into the realm of forgetting worries. No matter what, he needs to respect, even Jianqi Mountain is no exception.

Wei Xu nodded slightly and smiled.

This time they came to the mountain to ask for swords, so their attitude naturally had to be lowered.

"Is this fellow Daoist Xie?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xie Nandu, and without waiting for Xie Nandu to answer, he praised, "It is indeed a good sword."

In the eyes of these swordsmiths, everything in the world can actually be a sword. They are swordsmiths, and they have a very good vision, especially for sword cultivators, they have a very accurate understanding, so he knew at a glance that Xie Nandu in front of him was an excellent sword.

Xie Nandu did not speak, but just looked at the man quietly.

I think the middle-aged man already knew her purpose.

The middle-aged man said, "The owner of the mountain wants to meet fellow Daoist Xie."

Wei Xu was slightly startled. He naturally knew that the owner of the mountain was the famous Madam Yang, the most powerful swordsmith in the world.

So he looked at Xie Nandu.

Xie Nandu nodded.

"Mr. Wei, please wait a moment, but in fact, since Mr. Wei is not a sword cultivator, it is not a big deal if he does not go up the mountain."

This sentence looks friendly, but it is actually very straightforward.

The sword cultivators were very straightforward, and the swordsmiths who forged swords seemed no less capable.

Wei Xu did not say much, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

Xie Nandu followed the man into the mountain.

Madam Yang was waiting for her outside the sword pool.

Xie Nandu came here, a little absent-minded.

The scene in front of him was a huge pool, in which countless swords stood, with a strong sword aura and full of sword intent.

This was the sword pool of Jianqi Mountain, with countless flying swords.

This would make any sword cultivator who came here feel shaken.

Who wouldn't be moved by this pool full of flying swords?

Xie Nandu was silent for a while, and then he sensed several

sword intents approaching him.

The sword cultivators choosing flying swords and the flying swords choosing sword cultivators are both mutual processes.

It's like a man and a woman, who always choose to run in both directions to have a future.

Xie Nandu frowned slightly, not liking several of the sword intents, so he waved his hand.

Between heaven and earth, there was a slight breeze, blowing the swords past.

There was a sad breath.

That was the sadness of the flying swords.

Madam Yang was the master of Jianqi Mountain. Although many of the flying swords here were not made by her own hands, she could still sense the emotions of those swords.

He felt a little strange, but soon understood.

It was just rejection. 🄲

There is no such thing as perfection in the world. There is no such thing as you love a woman and that woman must love you.

Madam Yang waved her hand and comforted the flying swords.

Then he looked at the girl over there.

Xie Nandu stood by the sword pool, looking at the flying swords.

The sword pond is empty, but the sword spirit is surging, just like spring water.

The hair of the girl standing beside the sword pond was blown by the wind, like a flower swaying in the wind.

But she is not weak, but tough.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of swords suddenly rose.

It was like the sound of cicadas.

Now that midsummer has passed, the cicadas are autumn cicadas.

There are more than one.

Madam Yang had a lot to say, but after hearing the sound of swords, she only sighed and said nothing.

It turned out that this girl, as the dean said, was a very suitable embryo for sword practice.

But such a girl came to Jianqi Mountain, and she also agreed to the dean's business, so how many swords would be taken away from the mountain?

Isn't this a painful thing?

Madam Yang's eyes were full of complicated emotions.

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Wei Xu walked down the mountain with brisk steps. Being stopped from going up the mountain might be a big deal for others, but it was not a big deal for him. He was known for being quiet in the academy and would not care about these little things.

He just thought that his junior sister was going to get the sword on the mountain and might have to go down the mountain at any time, so after Wei Xu went down the mountain, he just stayed at the foot of the mountain and looked around. In fact, when he went up the mountain before, he noticed that there were many blacksmith shops here.

Jianqi Mountain has the best and most flying swords in the world, but not every sword cultivator can go up the mountain to get their own flying sword. Based on this, these blacksmith shops at the foot of the mountain came into being. Those who forged swords at the foot of Jianqi Mountain never said that they had any relationship with Jianqi Mountain, and Jianqi Mountain would not care about anything. But since they forged swords here, if they said that they really had nothing to do with Jianqi Mountain, I am afraid no one would believe it.

Many sword cultivators who could not go up the mountain would also choose to try their luck here.

After so many years, there are naturally some stories that are hard to tell.

Wei Xu is not a sword cultivator, so he naturally would not choose to try his luck here. The reason he walked towards a blacksmith shop was that he saw an old book under the table of a blacksmith shop.

The ground here is a bit bumpy, so many people would choose to use something to pad it.

This old book is naturally one of them.

Wei Xu came to the middle-aged blacksmith and took out the Tianjin Gold he got from selling the carriage.

The blacksmith looked at him and asked, "Which sword do you want, sir?"

There are naturally many swords in the blacksmith shop, but they don't look good, so naturally they won't be too expensive.

Wei Xu shook his head, pointed at the old book, and said, "I want this book."

Hearing this, the blacksmith looked at Wei Xu again, and found that the scholar in front of him exuded a bookish air all over his body. In addition, he wanted a book instead of a sword. The blacksmith realized that he had misunderstood and hurriedly said, "Sir, you want a broken book, so you don't need so much money."

Wei Xu said, "That is a rare copy. It should have been written by the Song University Scholar of the previous dynasty. Even the library of the academy doesn't have it. I didn't expect to see it here."

He said this very frankly. The words "rare copy" and "academy" were enough for the blacksmith to add a lot of price. He could have kept it to himself, so maybe he could get the book with very little money.

But he still said it.

The blacksmith was not stupid, he just sighed and said, "It turns out to be so precious, but I have always treated it as an ordinary thing."

As he spoke, he picked up the book. Because it had been pressed under the platform for a long time, the book looked very shabby.

He handed it to Wei Xu and said seriously, "Sir, are you the teacher of the academy?"

Wei Xu nodded and shook his head, saying, "I'm just a scholar, but I do study in the academy."

"Sir's teacher must be a great person."

The blacksmith sighed, "That's a good place, but it's too far away. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see it in this life."

He was just an ordinary blacksmith. It was very difficult to cross mountains and ridges to get to the academy. There were too many monsters along the way. For him, he might die before he even got to the academy.

Wei Xu gently brushed the old book and whispered, "If you want to go, I can take you to see it."

The blacksmith listened to this and quickly shook his head and said, "Although the academy is good, for people like us, there seems to be no reason to go."

Wei Xu smiled and nodded to show that he knew. He stopped talking, then began to flip through the book in his hand and read it carefully.

It wasn't long before the sound of swords came from the mountain.

One by one, it was endless.

Wei Xu looked up. The temperature in the blacksmith shop was so high that the air was full of heat waves. When he looked up, the air seemed to have layers of waves.

But that could not stop the sight of a Forget-Your-Sorrow monk. He looked up and his sight would fall on the far distance.

A blacksmith was surprised and said, "Is there another sword cultivator going up the mountain to get the sword?!"

Having forged swords for so many years at the foot of the mountain, he naturally knew very well what the sound of the sword coming out meant.

"But why are there so many sounds?!"

The blacksmiths looked up one after another, and some said in disbelief, "How many sword cultivators have come?!"

There have always been signs when the flying swords of Jianqi Mountain recognize their masters.

Often when a flying sword is taken away from the sword washing pool, there will be a sword sound, without exception.

And the sound of the sword of each flying sword is different.

At that grand gathering of sword cultivators, everyone was waiting for the century-old sword called Weed to be born. When the Weed was born, the sound of the sword spread throughout thousands of miles.

Nowadays, the sound of these swords is not that loud, but it is better to have more.

a lot of.

How many swords are there?

The swordsmiths in the mountain stopped what they were doing, and everyone looked towards the sword pool.

Of course they knew who was coming to the mountain.

It is precisely because of their knowledge that they are a little surprised at this moment.

The girl is on the mountain.

How many swords will she take with her?

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The night wind is a bit cold, even when sitting in front of the fire.

But Han Hu still looked at Chen Chao insistently and repeated again, "No matter what, this is not your business alone."

In his early years, he was a frontier soldier on the Great Wall in Mobei. He knew one truth most, that is, he could not give up his brother Pao Ze at any time, let alone let his brother Pao Ze face the dangers alone.

Chen Chao had already stood up, but felt that the aura had become much lighter, so he sat down again.

Next, in front of the fire, listening to Han Hu speak, he frowned and said, "Why should you die in vain?"

If it were before, he might not have said such things, but now, he already has some feelings for Han Hu and the other warriors.

Especially to Han Hu.

This old martial artist is a truly good man.

Chen Chao even became curious about the border army in the north through him.

It was an army that had been placed in the most important position in the Liang Dynasty for more than 200 years. Basically half of the annual taxes were placed on the northern border. Every year, countless elite soldiers were selected to go to the north. Daliang Many monks trained in the DPRK were sent to the north.

If this were not the case, there would probably not have been more than two hundred years of peace in the Liang Dynasty.

Chen Chao glanced into the distance. The eye was still in the dark, but it had become much darker.

But still there.

It's now late at night.

Chen Chao looked at the fire and said, "I used to think that all things in the world should be solved by yourself. No one will help you."

Han Hu suddenly heard such words and said angrily, "When we were in the north, we were all together and we were all brothers. How could something like this happen?"

Chen Chao thought for a while and said, "It makes sense. When I met a girl at that time, I actually changed my mind."

After hearing this, Han Hu suddenly smiled and said, "That girl is probably the girl you like."

Chen Chao did not refute, nodded and said, "She is the girl I like."

As he spoke, he missed the girl a little and made no secret of it.

Han Hu smiled and said, "Now that you have a girl you like, don't think about death easily. After all... isn't it good to be alive?"

Chen Chao thought for a while and said, "What I said makes sense."

Han Hu nodded and said, "Actually, it's the old guys like us who should die, leaving young men like you alive. After all, in a few years, you will definitely be better than me, right?"

Chen Chao smiled and asked, "If one day we are told that one person must die to ensure that the other person survives, what should we choose?"

Han Hu didn't hesitate for long after hearing this question. The firelight illuminated his weathered face. He told Chen Chao seriously, "If one of us has to choose to die, then it must be I'll die."

Chen Chao raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "Brother, do you know what I would choose?"

Han Hu looked confused, how could he think of this young man's thoughts.

"I would say, fuck you, there is no reason to ask others to die and live on your own. Then we will fight to the death. Whoever dies in the end will be unlucky."

Hearing these words, Han Hu laughed suddenly, and then he couldn't help coughing. The sound was so loud that the fire seemed to be blown by the wind.

But after a while, the wind really picked up.

The fire was blown out by the strong wind.

A biting chill came from the forest.

Han Hu's eyes widened, and he quickly grasped the knife. Of course he knew what was going to happen now.

Chen Chao sighed, this was the worst situation, but it still happened.

He reached out and pressed the handle of the knife, and began to stroke the handle with his thumb.

The broken knife is now sharper than before.

He is also more powerful than before.

But he still didn't feel confident at the moment.

Because he knew very well that the terrifying monster hiding in the night seemed to be above the realm of Shenzang.

He defeated Song Changxi who was in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm, but that didn't mean he could kill a monster in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm.

Song Changxi was defeated in the battle by the lake, but it did not mean that Song Changxi was stronger than the monsters who were also in the Sea of ​​Bitter Realm.

Compared with the monsters in the same realm and the monks in the same realm, I am afraid they will be more powerful...

Han Hu took out the knife.

It was a very sharp straight knife. This kind of knife had been circulated among the frontier armies of the Liang Dynasty for more than two hundred years. Every year, craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry studied the structure of the demon clan and made a new study on this kind of knife. Improvements were made to the straight knife. Han Hu retired from the frontier army for many years, and he took this knife with him.

This knife is not the latest style in the frontier army, but it is Han Hu's old friend who has been with him for many years. It is something that cannot be discarded no matter what.

Chen Chao looked at his knife and drew out his own knife.

What kind of knife would be in that ordinary scabbard was actually something they had always been curious about, including Han Hu.

Chen Chao had never drawn his knife in the previous attacks by monsters because he didn't need it.

And this time, it was probably really needed.

So Han Hu was watching Chen Chao's movements carefully, but when he saw Chen Chao draw out a broken knife, he was a little surprised.

Chen Chao's broken knife was only half the size of a normal straight knife. The blade was snow-white and cold. At first glance, you could tell that it was a good knife, but it was a pity that it was broken.

A warrior like Han Hu, in addition to strengthening his muscles and bones on weekdays, loved the knife in his hand the most. Seeing Chen Chao's broken knife, he naturally felt a little sorry.

Chen Chao glanced at him, felt the regret in his eyes, and said helplessly, "I also want to find a place to recast it, but that place doesn't seem to be interested in swords."

The place Chen Chao was talking about was naturally Jianqi Mountain, which had the best flying swords in the world and the best swordsmiths.

In fact, the best swordsmiths can obviously forge things other than swords.

But how could Jianqi Mountain forge a sword?

This is something that people would find very ridiculous if they told it to others.

Chen Chao rubbed his wrist.

"Although, brother, you don't need to get involved."

While speaking, a black shadow finally rushed out from the night, and the scarlet eyes were particularly terrifying at this moment.

Chen Chao took a step forward, and his whole body suddenly exerted force, and then rushed towards the black shadow.

The bodies of monsters have always been extremely tough. When ordinary cultivators encounter monsters, they will never think of confronting them head-on at such a distance. However, warriors have always been special among cultivators. Strengthening their bodies is what they do most often. In this case, the toughness of their bodies is naturally incomparable to others.

But even so, choosing to fight monsters with their bodies is not a good choice in Han Hu's opinion.

The unclear black shadow opened its mouth and countless air waves surged out.

A strong wind suddenly rose.

Chen Chao held the broken knife tightly in his hand, and then lowered his shoulder to hit it.

A violent sound rang out.

In Han Hu's astonished eyes, the black shadow was knocked back into the dense forest.

Countless trees were smashed, and big trees fell here one by one.

The violent sound woke up the warriors.

But when they looked up.

There was nothing clear in the night.

Han Hu didn't hesitate, holding the knife in his hand, and ran towards the dense forest.

The rest of the people looked at each other, but soon, they picked up their weapons and chased after him.

They may not know what happened, but seeing Han Hu rushing up, they will follow him.

This is trust.

Unconditional trust.

This kind of trust is not cultivated overnight, but the result of countless side-by-side battles.

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Finally, we ushered in the first long chapter of Wu Fu, which is nearly 10,000 words.

Then, starting tomorrow, the minimum three chapters will be restored.