After the young man got off the bus, he saw a thin stream of air, invisible to the naked eye, floating from the bus to his body. When the stream of air entered the young man's body, the corner of his clothes, which had become a little blurry, solidified again.

Touching the corner of his clothes, the young man let out a long sigh and murmured, "My sheath..."

The ancient sword Chang Ge of the Yan State is the most powerful sword made by Ning Lizi, the most famous sword-making master in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. At that time, Ning Lizi got a piece of black iron from outer space by chance. No matter how he forged it with fire, it could not be melted. It was not until Ning Lizi cut open his chest and poured his blood on it that the hard black iron was willing to change shape. When the sword was formed, Ning Lizi and several disciples were obsessed with this sword and vowed to forge the best sword at that time. After forging for 9981 days, the sword embryo still refused to take shape. Ning Lizi's eldest disciple sacrificed himself for the sword and jumped into the furnace. Only then did the sword take shape. On the day the sword was forged, Ning Lizi cut off one of his arms and used his most important right hand to sharpen the sword, saying that he would never forge another sword after this one.

The sword lived up to Ning Lizi's expectations. It shone with a cold light and could cut iron like mud. Nothing in the world could resist the power of this sword. Ning Lizi loved the sword so much that he traveled all over the Central Plains for it. Finally, he found a kind of wood that took a thousand years to grow into iron in the Miao ethnic group in southern Xinjiang. He made a unique sheath for the sword.

From then on, this precious sword named "Chang Ge" began its path of killing.

It is indestructible. In the hands of a leader, it becomes a sword that makes people tremble with fear. A general of the State of Yan once used it to kill hundreds of enemy soldiers who surrounded him, and escaped from the enemy's encirclement without a scratch. Since then, the heavy sword and long spear became famous in one battle and became a precious sword that warriors fought for.

In the blink of an eye, more than two thousand years have passed. The long spear has changed countless owners and killed countless fighting spirits. Finally, it was killed by an unknown general and became the general's burial object, buried underground forever.

However, several decades ago, a group of people dug up the general's grave. It turned out that the general was a poor man during his lifetime, and he did not have many possessions after his death. Only a precious sword lay quietly beside the general's body. The group of people took the long spear and pulled it out of its sheath. The long spear is a sword that will not be sheathed until blood is shed. It has killed too many people. Once it is unsheathed, the evil spirit will slowly overflow and corrode the mind of the sword holder.

A person with a strong mind is a man holding a sword; a person with a weak mind is a sword holding a man.

The dwarf who picked up the long spear was originally a cruel and bloodthirsty person. He became even more ferocious when he picked up the sword and killed all his men. Those men did not want to hurt their leader, so they shot at the long spear with their guns, trying to destroy the evil sword. But the long spear was made of indestructible black iron, and the bullets could not match the hardness of the long spear. Hundreds of people were slaughtered by the leader, and only one person was shot in the middle of the leader's eyebrows when he was about to die.

After that, no one dared to go to the ancient tomb anymore, and the long spear could not be sheathed. It made a "clang clang" sound every night, trying to sheathe itself.

However, decades had passed and no one had put the long spear back into its scabbard until yesterday, when a group of grave robbers dug up the tomb, entered through a hole, and discovered the long spear and its scabbard scattered beside it.

The only treasure in the general's tomb was this sword. Several tomb robbers were angry again because of the uneven distribution of the loot, and they used long spears to kill each other. During the fight, someone used the scabbard to block, and the long spear cut off the scabbard that had accompanied him for thousands of years.

The Changge ancient sword has claimed the lives of tens of millions of people, and has always relied on the scabbard to seal the evil spirit. Now, there is nothing left to seal the evil spirit that has accumulated over thousands of years, and it all condenses on the sword, ultimately helping the ancient sword to take shape.

The ancient swordsman's fingers gently stroked the scabbard that was broken into two pieces, and he let out a long sigh.

He does not want to kill, nor does he want to be bloodthirsty. He is just a sword, and how to use this sword is the choice of the sword holder.

And today, the sheath was broken and the sword was out, and he became a sword that could control himself.

He no longer had to be driven by others, no longer had to be a notorious sword, and no longer had to be buried underground as someone else's burial object. He had human hands and feet, could stand and walk, and could travel across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"From today on, I will be Yan Changge."

Not forgetting its roots, the ancient sword gave itself a name. The ancient sword Chang Ge of the Yan State was named Yan Chang Ge.

I thought that from now on, as long as I practiced hard and condensed my body, I could live freely in the world as a human being for a long time. But when Yan Changge walked out of the ancient tomb and walked into the small mountain village, he found that he had thought too simply.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was so scarce! Hundreds of years ago, before he was buried underground, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was very abundant, and the vegetation was lush. However, now, it was difficult for him to absorb even a little spiritual energy.

In such a world, what should he do with a sword that has just taken shape?

Fortunately, Yan Changge is not a human or spiritual cultivator. Even if he has no spiritual energy, he still has two ways to practice.

Firstly, the evil spirit has taken shape, and in order to maintain its form, he only needs to keep absorbing the bloody evil spirit so that he can continue to cultivate. He felt millions of people hundreds of miles away, as many as the population of a country before. If he slaughtered all the people in this place, it would be enough for him to become a demon; secondly, he was already surrounded by evil spirit, and if he wanted to walk the right path, the Buddhist path would be easier to follow. He could learn from those bald men, put down their butcher knives, become a Buddha on the spot, cultivate merits and cast a golden body. It would be very easy to cultivate merits with so many people, especially those millions of people hundreds of miles away.

Becoming a Buddha or a devil all depends on Yan Changge's thoughts.

Yan Changge, who had not yet made up his mind, walked to a sign in a trance and saw a four-wheeled object that he had never seen before parked next to the sign. A middle-aged man was sitting in the four-wheeled object. His aura was turbid, and he was neither black nor white, just gray and inconspicuous. He was an ordinary person who had done no evil.

Kill him and become a bloodthirsty devil, or...

Yan Changge walked into the four-wheeled object... Let's call it a car for now. Although there is no horse, it can carry people and has wheels, so it should be a car. In ancient times, there were wooden oxen and flowing horses, and now there should be cars without horses.

After getting on the car, he first looked at the driver's attire, and then changed his own porter's attire into the driver's attire, but the color was slightly changed. His sword sheath was destroyed, and the clothes on his body were condensed by his own true essence. This change consumed a lot of energy, and the inconspicuous corners of his clothes became very blurry.

Fortunately, the driver did not look at Yan Changge carefully, but just kept asking for two more yuan, saying that it was an air-conditioned vehicle, so it was one yuan more expensive. Although he did not know how the air conditioner could pull such a large vehicle, Yan Changge still concealed his confusion and took out the money from the grave robbers from his pocket. There were many circles and dots on the banknote (?) that Yan Changge could not understand, but fortunately there were Chinese characters, such as "one hundred yuan", "fifty yuan", "twenty yuan", etc. Although there was a "one yuan", Yan Changge felt that this kind of vehicle pulled by an "air conditioner" should be relatively rare and should be very expensive. How could he only take the banknote that was obviously the smallest denomination?

So Yan Changge took out "one hundred yuan".

In the end, I was stopped by the driver, and it turned out to be the cheapest one.

Yan Changge threw in two one-yuan bills in disbelief, and sat on the cart, watching the driver swaying as he drove. The road was so bumpy, but the cart didn't shake much, and in the end he didn't even see what the "air conditioner" was. It was truly magical.

Yan Changge looked at the driver quietly all the way, hesitating in his heart about which path of cultivation to choose.

Cultivating magic, that was his main profession. He had been killing people for thousands of years, killing one person with one sword, and countless lives perished under his blade. Obviously, cultivating magic was an easy and simple path for him. Looking at the vague corner of the clothes that could not be condensed into shape, Yan Changge had murderous intentions in his heart several times.

As long as the sword blade scratches the driver's fragile neck, the bloody evil energy will automatically condense his body, so there is no need to worry about not having enough true energy to maintain his human form.

However……

Yan Changge clenched his fists. Since the day he was born, he had never killed anyone out of his own will. Before he had the sword spirit, he was held in someone's hand, killing people mechanically. After he had the sword spirit, he vaguely felt like a puppet, with no power of his own.

He does not love bloodlust, and he does not desire killing.

He just wanted to make a sword that could dominate himself.

The car got stuck in the mud and couldn't get out. The "air conditioning" probably didn't have enough power. The driver looked back awkwardly. Yan Changge loosened his clenched fist and smiled, "Would you like to push the car?"

One thought can make you a Buddha, one thought can make you a devil. In that moment of hesitation, he chose to follow his heart and stop being a sword forced to kill.

Helping the driver push the cart was just a small effort, but I didn't expect that after arriving at the destination, I would receive a little gratitude from the driver and gain a little merit.

Just a small good deed made the blurry corner of his clothes solidify into something real, making it seem that the path of cultivating merit is not difficult to walk.

There were millions of people in this city, and if he could do a small favor for everyone, it would probably be enough to keep him alive for a long time.

From today on, he will start to be a "human being", a good "human being".

Of course, Yan Changge is not a brainless sword. He will not anxiously look for people to help everywhere. Having experienced thousands of years in the mortal world, Yan Changge can be regarded as a sword that sees through the mundane world. It is not a good thing to act too hastily.

The most important thing at this stage is to integrate into this world that is completely different from what you know.

The roads here were made of a material he had never seen before, hard and flat, and there were carts without oxen or horses on the road, running very fast, most of them were pulled by the "air conditioner". This "air conditioner" was indeed a magical object, faster than the best thousand-mile horse, but he didn't know where the "air conditioner" was placed, and he didn't see what was pulling the cart.

He still has a lot to learn, and the first thing he should do is to find a way to create an identity for himself.

Even though Yan Changge had been lying underground for hundreds of years, he knew that everyone was recorded in the Ministry of Households, and it was difficult for people without an identity to travel. He wanted to be a peaceful person, so he naturally had to have an identity.

The author has something to say:

Yan Changge on the highway: (⊙ o ⊙)! The speed of the air conditioner is almost comparable to the speed of my sword. Could it be that the air conditioner is also a spiritual being that has achieved enlightenment?

Engine (slaps the air conditioner vent): Look at you showing off, I’m the one pulling the cart!!!