Luo Jiujiang: “…”

He touched the tip of his nose, deciding to ignore the remains of the sword in his master's hand. After all, the feud between Zhen Shuangliu and Gong Yizhu had lasted for a hundred years, and their relationship was almost fixed. Why would a disciple like him meddle in their affairs?

Luo Jiujiang thought for a moment, then pulled out a long, narrow wooden box from his storage bag. The box wasn't large, slightly shorter than the average blade, but inside it lay a dozen or so blade fragments, each less than an inch long, neatly arranged.

It is Luo Jiujiang's first knife and his "old friend".

Although this sword hall lacks beautiful mountains and rivers, it holds the master's deep love for him. Using this place as a burial place for the old sword that has accompanied Luo Jiujiang for more than ten years is not a disgrace.

Including the "Chengxue" sword chosen by Luo Jiujiang, there were a total of 200 swords in the hall, each of which had a special meaning for Luo Jiujiang, and each of which was a weapon worth showing off, worthy of being the highlight of a consignment sale. Even with the financial and material resources of the Zhenshuang School, it would be difficult to gather all these swords in just a few days. It was obvious that they had been prepared bit by bit over the past few days.

At that time, Luo Jiujiang's own life or death was unknown, and his whereabouts could not be found in the Three Thousand Worlds. Luo Jiujiang's eyes drifted over each knife holder with mixed emotions, almost daring not to think about what his master felt when he prepared these precious swords.

——The fate of his beloved disciple was unknown, and he was likely dead. Rewarding him with a fine sword was the only promise Zhen Shuangliu made to him before he died.

So he recruited weapon-making masters and craftsmen from all over the world. The first big thing he did after becoming the Lord of the Spirit Snake was to ask someone to make a sword "full of youthful spirit" for his apprentice.

Every knife in this knife hall is not just cold iron and fine steel with a metallic smell, but the heart of a master towards his apprentice.

——————

... The Sword God Luo Jiujiang lived a life of arrogance and friendship, gifting over a dozen immortal weapons and countless mystical and spiritual weapons. Yet, every blade in this Sword Hall was treasured by Luo Jiujiang, never once giving a single one away.

A friend once came to him in pursuit of one of these swords, admiring its reputation, but Luo Jiujiang politely declined. He then took the materials and asked the original master refiner to make a custom sword for his friend. Later, when he found a suitable immortal weapon, he would keep it and give it to him. The friend couldn't help but ask him, "How could Luo Lang's work be worth just a precious sword?"

"Different intentions have different meanings." Luo Jiujiang smiled, a little apologetically, but with more determination: "No swords or weapons in this palace will be given away."

The author has something to say: I am too tired tonight, I owe 500 words and I will make up for it tomorrow, thank you all...

————————

Thanks to Mobeijun for the rocket launcher x2

Thanks for the rocket launcher with a nice name x1

Thanks to Hengyu for the rocket launcher x1

Thanks to Tanxia for the mine x1