Chapter 17

All the people entered the home of the swordsman. Jian Fengliu sat on the main seat again, took out a wine bottle, and drank it without a mouthful.

The crowd came in, and the big guys sat down one by one. Jian Xiao glanced at the sword style that was still drinking his own wine; "Master?"

"Aren't you just wondering who the old man who suddenly appeared just now?" Jian Fengliu finally put down the wine bottle in his hand.

Everyone nodded expectantly. Jian Fengliu replied affirmatively, "Do I know who he is?"

After listening to this sentence, everyone's expectations became more intense. Next, the sword and romantic words make everyone have the heart to die.

"But I won't tell you."

"Well." This is the speechless Meng Hua Xianping.

"Fuck you." This is a unique flower picking with no style.

Everyone expressed their regrets, even the Soege swords are no exception.

"The swordsman will stay, and the others will go out."

Everyone's eyes were suddenly full of hope, and the swordsman also felt that things were a little strange for a moment. How could they only leave themselves? Everyone dared not disove and walked out of the room one by one for the time being. Suddenly, there were only swordsmen and swordsmen in such a big room.

"Grandfather." The swordsman looked carefully at their grandfather.

"Do you want to know?" After saying that, Jian Fengliu took out a bottle of wine from his arms.

The sword clan nodded. The old man just now, the sword clan found that he had an absolute sense of familiarity, but this sword clan searched for all its impressions and did not find that he had seen it anywhere. So where did this familiarity come from? The swordsman is full of doubts.

The sword style casually pulled on the wall, pulled a portrait, and threw it into the arms of the sword clan; "Look at him first."

The swordsman was even more puzzled. When he opened the scroll, he saw that this was a very delicate portrait. The person painted on the portrait was elegant and a young man. This young prince's sword clan knows who it is at a glance. Even if it is swordsmanship, he has to call the person in the portrait his great-grandfather. As for the sword clan, it is said that every year when sacrificing, the mother of the sword clan asks the sword clan to call him Grandpa. Of course, this is just a very general name. The generation is really a little long, and many of them are called so general. ( Of course, it's actually a little lazy and doesn't want to count this generation)

"Didn't you see anything?" Jianfengliu still finished a bottle of wine.

The swordsman can only answer truthfully: "I know this person in the portrait, but I don't know why my grandfather asked me to see this?"

"It is said that when I was born, my great-grandfather was still alive at that time, and the portrait looked like my great-grandfather when he was young."

"Well" swordsman; "Is that the person just now?" The swordsman stood up and hung the portrait on the wall. At this glance, the swordsman finally understood why they had a sense of familiarity, because they could see him almost every day.

"Are you still alive? A master against the sky?" I can live for so many years. The sword clan can't think of anything other than the masters who are against the sky.

Jian Fengliu shook his head; "It is said that my great-grandfather knew that he did not understand the realm of false heaven when he was dying, and he was unable to understand the realm of false heaven. How could he talk about breaking through the realm of anti-sky?"

"No way? It is said that this grandpa is the second genius in our family for 200 years.

"If he can break through the peak of the ten-level period of the realm of Shuntian and successfully pass the seven days of the realm of the false heaven and enter the realm against the sky. Do you think your father can become the number one genius in Jimo Villa for two hundred years? A rhetorical question from the sword.

The sword clan is speechless, and everything the sword style says is reasonable. The swordsman looked at his grandfather: "What's going on? Why can everyone see him?"

"I think you should know about the soul. What we just saw should be the soul of this ancestor." After saying that, Jian Fengliu popped up and opened the box given to the sword clan. A cold air suddenly filled the whole room, making the swordsman feel a bone-to-bone cold.

"Congratulations on finally being able to practice martial arts." In the blink of an eye, Jian Fengliu floated to the box and took out a water-blue sword from the box. The sword style stroked the long sword in his hand; "When ordinary people practice martial arts, they only need to check their roots and talent, but you are different from most people. I don't want you to learn martial arts before you are 16 years old because the fire attribute meridians in your body can't withstand the power of this ice attribute. But now you can." After saying that, the sword style handed the cold blade in his hand to the sword clan.

"Can I learn martial arts?" The swordsman was a little excited and couldn't believe their ears.

Jianfengliu nodded and handed the bamboo slip he gave to the sword clan to the Soege sword clan; "This is the ice swordsmanship. When you are in charge of it, you can take charge of it. Now let you see this thing for two years."

The swordsman was happy and didn't care much about the decision of the cheating father. They held the cold blade and couldn't roar up to the sky.

Jian Fengliu here caught a glimpse of a book. If Jian Fengliu is correct, this book should have been given to his grandson by Soge Pingxiang. Jian Fengliu shook the scroll and wanted to make sure; "Who sent this thing?"

The sword clan glanced at the four characters of "Legenial Integration" into the eyes of the sword clan. The sword clan had a very image and didn't think about it; "This was sent by my grandfather, saying that it would let me study hard and take the top exam in the future." As soon as he finished speaking, the swordsman was stunned. Have you ever seen such a heroic one? At present, the sword style is so heroic. The book "Lawist Integration" turned into a pile of shredded paper in a blink of an eye. The sword style casually threw it behind him and saw the shredded paper fall down like a rain.

The sword style went out of the door; "In the future, don't look at these things. In the previous 16 years, you have seen enough."

"The swordsman should remember their grandfather's teachings." There was a burst of excitement in the heart of the sword clan. Yes, in the previous 16 years, they had seen enough of these things, and no matter how much they saw, what was the use. After all, the scholar met a soldier, which is unreasonable. In the blink of an eye, the windy footsteps of the sword disappeared.

The rest of the people came in one after another. The shredded paper on the ground made everyone don't know how to open their mouth for a moment. Deep Blue squatted down and turned over the paper; "Law Integration"?"

The swordsmen had no choice but to spread their hands; "I didn't tear it up."

As soon as the swordsman's mother heard it, she vaguely guessed something. She quickly took the broom and cleaned the room. If the shredded paper on the ground was seen by her father, her father-in-law and father would probably have a big fight again.

After being surprised by the shredded paper on the ground, everyone's eyes looked at the hands of the swordsman.

"Ice Blade." Jianxiao called out the name of the sword at first sight.

The swordsman remembered the bamboo slips; "Isn't it an ice sword?"

Jian Xiao picked up the ice blade in the hands of the sword clan; "This thing was broken in those years. Before it was broken, it was indeed called the ice sword. After being broken, it was not like a long blade as a long sword, so now this thing is called the ice blade."

"Damn it, so this is the seventh thing on the list of Chinese soldiers." Dugu picking flowers is like discovering a new continent.

Jian Xiao couldn't put down and stroked the cold blade; "That's right."

"Dad, this thing seems to be my brother. What are you doing with it?" Jian Rushuang looked at his adoptive father angrily.

"That's right, this thing is Brother Suo's." After Zhu Jian Wanrong finished speaking, she reached out to grab the cold ice blade in Jianxiao's hand. Unexpectedly, as soon as she touched her hand, she shuddered and shrank back.

"What's wrong?" Meng Hua Xianping asked with concern.

"It's so cold."

Jianxiao laughed and said, "Little girl, this thing can't be touched by anyone. This cold ice blade is trained by thousands of years of cold iron. The cold of the sword body will not disperse all year round. With your little martial arts, you want to resist this cold air. Obviously, it is unreasonable."

Just as the guys were discussing the ice blade, Jianxiao had put the ice blade in the box and walked to the sword clan; "What did uncle say to you?"

"What didn't you say?" The swordsman replied with a smile. Since Jian Fengliu asked everyone to go out at that time, he naturally didn't want too many people to know about the previous white-haired old man.

"It's the person in the portrait on the wall, right?" After saying that, Jianxiao sat aside.

How did uncle know? It seems that my uncle is quite sure.

"Because this ice blade came from his hand. It is said that the ice blade has always been worn by him, and later passed on to Jian Fengliu, followed by your father, and now it is you. You should know that if a magic soldier wears it for a long time, it will be normal for a person to be attached to it after death.

The swordsmen don't know whether Jianxiao is right or not, and they really don't object to anything.

Jian Xiao patted the sword clan; "In two years, as long as you can reach the eighth floor of Shuntian Realm, you can definitely take the position of young master."

"Why?"

"At the age of 18, the people of the Xilin family don't have this ability." After saying that, Jianxiao sighed and got up and walked out. Before going out, he took a look at his daughter. This glance is meaningful.

"To reach the eighth floor of Shuntian within two years?" The swordsman is speechless. This speed is simply like riding a rocket. Now, I'm going to chase my main opponent Xilin at this rocket speed. Thinking that Xilin Station is now on the sixth floor of Shuntianjing, the sense of urgency of the sword clan comes.

Look at Dugu picking flowers, where are they still around the ice blade, the researcher's magic weapon.

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"Have you read the book I gave you?" In the dinner hall, Soge Pingxiang sat next to the swordsman.

"Well." The swordsman suddenly remembered the sad book and nodded in a hurry; "I read it, it's wonderful."

"Then I'll test you. As far as I know, this year's imperial examination is what it is."

A black cloud suddenly appeared on the forehead of the sword clan.

The book is currently moving towards the goal of 900,000 words, which is one step closer to the end of the year. Let's vote. I hope you can support it. The new book is under preparation. Why don't you vote when the end of the world comes?