Chapter 110 Taoist with a Knife

110 Taoist with a Knife

"This is a very Yin thing. It could have been paired with An Wensheng's token. What a pity."

After getting the token, he quickly disappeared from Ping An Temple. After An Wensheng left, he looked at the gourd that was still dripping liquid in the air, Gao Yuan's face suddenly became solemn:

"My disciple, you have been wasting more and more paper lately. It's not necessary to stick talisman paper on this gourd."

What are you talking about?

Hearing the ambiguous words from his master, Xiang Jiannan couldn't help but roll his eyes as he stood aside.

Why did he use such a serious tone for just a little bit of talisman paper? The master really treated himself as an outsider.

He also knew that talisman paper was not a necessity when using the gourd, but in the previous situation, he would definitely follow suit and play it safe.

Since his ability is not enough, he must use the talisman paper drawn by the master to bless it. In his hands, this gourd can be regarded as the icing on the cake.

Dang~~~ Before Xiang Jiannan could speak, as the last drop of liquid fell from the bottom of the gourd to the ground, a crisp sound echoed in the air of Ping'an Temple.

The Guan Gong sword that had been collected before was now lying intact on the ground, unlike An Wensheng's token. It only appeared upright in Xiang Jiannan's field of vision after the last drop of liquid was absorbed.

It looks tattered, covered with dense rust and the patterns are all corroded.

"Such a blunt knife. How could it have such great power in the hands of the Ghost King?"

Squatting on the ground and carefully examining Guan Gong's sword, Xiang Jiannan praised it as he looked at it.

After all, it is the weapon used by the Ghost King. The appearance of this Guan Gong sword seems to be very suitable for its owner.

If you get closer, you can even smell moldy odor. Judging from the quality of the stone, it's no exaggeration to say it has been buried underground for a thousand years.

“This was refined by the gourd.”

He raised his hand to pick up the Guan Gong sword, but just after touching it lightly, Gao Yuan stopped.

The extremely yin object he just mentioned was the Guan Gong sword. The disciple seemed not to have taken it to heart. He immediately stretched out his finger to pop out a flame and pointed it downwards. As the flame came into contact with the Guan Gong sword in an instant, a dazzling light immediately appeared.

It was like many kinds of colors pieced together, suddenly spreading out along the blade, flowing back and forth layer by layer on the entire Guan Gong sword, with different colors of light alternating. After only a few breaths, the Guan Gong sword was washed as good as new, emitting a chilling chill all over the body, and white mist was lingering, which made Xiang Jiannan unconsciously tighten his Taoist robe.

"This Guan Gong sword is so domineering!"

He looked up, not knowing what method his master used. At this moment, he just felt that the Guan Gong sword in front of him was getting further and further away from the impression in his mind. He did not stand up. While speaking, Xiang Jiannan stretched out a palm to test it.

The Guan Gong sword now feels like ice. Compared with the previous time when it was in the hands of the Ghost King, it seems like a new type. He feels that he has a special connection with this Guan Gong sword. The Ghost King has died in the mouth of An Wensheng, so he can be said to have saved this weapon inadvertently.

In this Zhou Dynasty where ghosts and monsters abound, it is not too much for a Taoist priest to own a Guan Gong sword! "This sword belongs to a trusted general. Judging from its appearance, it must have chopped off hundreds of people's heads."

"How do you know?"

Xiang Jiannan always felt that his master was going to talk nonsense again, and at this moment he was only thinking about how to take Guan Gong's sword for himself.

He wanted the Guan Gong sword, but with his current status, he seemed to have no choice but to use it. There were only two Taoists in Ping'an Temple, and he couldn't let his master hold it. He already had a whisk, and with a Guan Gong sword, his hands wouldn't be enough.

The main reason is that it does not match the image. As a young Taoist priest, I don’t have to consider such things. Such a good weapon must not be wasted.

This Guan Gong sword doesn't look heavy. If you can't lift it, you can try dragging it first.

The visual effect of a little Taoist priest walking around dragging a Guan Gong sword is shocking to think about.

“Isn’t it written all over it?”

Pointing to a line of inconspicuous small words on the hilt of the knife and asking his disciple to look carefully, Gao Yuan did not lie this time.

The line of small characters clearly recorded that this Guan Gong sword had made great military achievements. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find it from the sword.

"Three hundred and twenty-nine people..."

With the master's reminder, Xiang Jiannan finally saw the small words on the handle. After reading them, he felt that the master was too meticulous.

They are simply a pair of thief's eyes. If he hadn't told me, I probably wouldn't have believed that this was a line of text.

I thought it was a pattern carved on the handle.

"master."

Standing up from the ground and looking at Gao Yuan who was quietly waiting beside him, Xiang Jiannan felt that he should be more tactful when asking for things. He had just had an unfriendly exchange with his master. Although he brought the Guan Gong sword back with him, it would not be convenient to use force.

"explain."

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"It is better to give this knife to my disciple for safekeeping."

On the second day after the jungle incident, a murderous aura suddenly appeared in Ping'an Temple. Xiang Jiannan opened the door of the temple in high spirits early in the morning. Looking at the two items, one large and one small, in his hands, he felt satisfied.

Now that he had weapons and magic weapons, the next step was to strengthen his own cultivation. Excited, he put the gourd on the ground first, and wanted to pick up the broom, but after thinking for a moment, he held the Guan Gong sword with both hands.

The weight of this Guan Gong sword is not as heavy as I thought. After practicing several times yesterday, I could barely swing it a few times. I always feel that the master has tampered with the Guan Gong sword, otherwise with my small body, it would be impossible for me to adapt to it so quickly.

"Young Taoist priest, you are practicing martial arts so early in the morning!"

From a distance, they saw Xiang Jiannan clumsily dancing with the Guan Gong sword in front of the pavilion. After a few moves, he could hardly straighten his back. When Wang and his party approached, they were amazed.

The Taoist priests of the Zhou Dynasty really did what they wanted. After one night, their weapons were upgraded. Where did they get this majestic Guan Gong sword?

When Wang and his entourage saw this, he immediately stopped moving. Leaning on the hilt of the knife, Xiang Jiannan breathed rapidly.

From today on, I will always have to carry Guan Gong's sword with me. I just want to borrow Wang Yihang's words to let the residents of Ping'an Town who haven't seen it yet have some idea of ​​what to expect.

This guy is very good at spreading gossip. After he processes it, when the people who don't know the truth see him holding a big knife, they will be more or less prepared. The Taoist priest is equipped with a knife to kill all the evil spirits in the world.

"Is Ping An Temple going to fight with others?"

He just felt that the Guan Gong sword in Xiang Jiannan's hand was too violent. Looking at the blade that occasionally emitted light in the sun, Wang Yixing only felt that the back of his neck was itching from time to time.

This kind of knife is not common on weekdays. I'm afraid Ping'an Temple is going to make a big move recently.

We just set fire to the dense forest in the north yesterday. Who would believe me if I said it was okay?

Old Master Chen gave the order last night. Since the Third Young Master graduated from high school, strange phenomena seemed to occur frequently, so he asked me to come and invite the old Taoist priest early in the morning.

Now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Even Taoist priests are equipped with Guan Gong swords, so there is no need to worry about whether it is good or bad luck.

Mr. Chen’s feeling is really accurate!

(End of this chapter)