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Volume 4: Demonic Valley and Spiritual Valley Chapter 260: Inherited weapons have origins

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    "What a weapon!"

    Seeing five different weapons, Jiang Le couldn't help but admired them.

    The fat old man was a little complacent. He looked at Jiang Le with a smile and asked, "Little Taoist Priest, what are the advantages of our weapons?"

    Jiang Le smiled, walked to the nine-ring sword, reached out and picked it up.

    The nine-ring sword is very heavy, at least thirty kilograms. When the blade shakes, the nine steel rings rattle. The sound seems to have some kind of magic power, which disturbs people's minds.

    "The material of this knife is extraordinary, and the maker is obviously from a famous family. The blade is full of death and resentment, but it is full of righteousness and pure yang. I can be sure that this knife must be a knife for killing criminals." Jiang Le said with certainty.  said.

    "Good eyesight, good judgment." An old man was overjoyed, and immediately explained: "My ancestors were executioners of the Qing Dynasty for several generations, specializing in killing those who violated laws and disciplines and committed heinous acts. This sword is passed down from family to family, and the souls of the dead under the sword have already surpassed  Thousands, the ancestors called it the Thousand Man Slash. As long as the person who wants to be killed is notified, if the person being killed is evil, the sword will sing on its own, and then it can be used. If the person who wants to be killed is wronged, the sword weighs more than ten thousand catties and cannot be used.  , so a good person has never been killed unjustly.¡±

    Jiang Le exclaimed in admiration: "Sure enough, this sword has channeled spirits. It can ward off evil spirits, slay demons and eliminate demons. It is not an exaggeration to call it a magic sword."

    Jiang Le¡¯s admiration made the old man who explained even more proud.

    The old man who owned the silver gun couldn't help but said: "Little Taoist Priest, can you tell me about my silver gun?"

    Jiang Le picked up the three-section silver gun, touched it, and said with a smile: "This gun is also extraordinary. The gun head is made of cold iron and seems to have been specially quenched. Some kind of cold substance is added to the gun head to keep the cold air.  The person who is stabbed by the spear will definitely die in seven days."

    The old man stroked his beard and said proudly: "The little Taoist priest is very powerful. This gun in my family was made by a stranger. It is called the Ice Soul Divine Spear. The cold air in the gun head can not only kill people, but also save people. It is extremely mysterious."

    Jiang Le was naturally amazed and his expressions of wonder were beyond words.

    "Hahaha. There is also my axe, Taoist Priest, please tell me about it." The fat old man also spoke.  There was longing in his eyes, hoping that Jiang Le would praise his ax better.

    Jiang Le couldn't help but laugh. These old generals also have such a child-like mentality.

    But he looked at the axe.  Jiang Le shook his head.

    The fat old man immediately glared and said, "I'm talking about the little Taoist priest. What do you mean by shaking your head? You look down on my Cheng family's axe."

    Jiang Le was stunned, looked at the fat old man in surprise and said, "It's an axe, and it's Cheng. Uncle, are you a descendant of Cheng Yaojin?"

    "Hahaha, the Taoist priest is right. This old boy claims to be a descendant of the Cheng family and has been saying it for decades." Bai Yaowu laughed loudly, and the other old men couldn't help but laugh.

    "Why are you laughing? I am a descendant of the Cheng family. This Xuanhua ax is the inheritance treasure of my Cheng family, and I am also invincible with the three-blade axe. Is there anything wrong?" The fat old man blew his beard and glared.

    "That's right, your three invincible suicide axes, we have to avoid the sharp edges when we encounter them." Bai Yaowu smiled even happier.

    "It's an invincible three-axe, not an invincible suicide three-axe." The fat old man was angry.

    Jiang Le said: "Don't be angry, old man. To be honest, this ax does not have such a long history. It is only two hundred years at most. Moreover, this ax is not a Xuanhua ax, but an ordinary ax for chopping firewood."

    These words made the obese old man¡¯s face freeze.

    "However, this ax is also extraordinary." Jiang Le said seriously with a straight face.

    The fat old man¡¯s eyes immediately lit up and he asked happily: ¡°Where is the extraordinary place?¡±

    Jiang Le looked at the ax and said, "There is an obsession on this axe. It is extremely pure and immune to all evil."

    "Obsession? Why isn't it righteousness or murderous intent? What is obsession?" The fat old man was a little dissatisfied.

    Jiang Le smiled and said: "Old man, don't underestimate obsession. The human spirit is infinite. This obsession is a kind of spirit. Anyone with obsession can shake the world and shake people's hearts. The ancients said that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country.  This ax is entrusted with such an obsession: to serve the country and the family at all costs. "

    As soon as these words came out, the laughter of everyone present immediately disappeared, replaced by solemn eyes.

    The dissatisfaction on the face of the fat old man disappeared, and he was silent for a long time before sighing: "It's my fault. I have always wanted to find a good background for my ancestors. I didn't expect that I put the cart before the horse. My ancestor was a woodcutter in the mountains."  , I heard that bandits were everywhere in the outside world, foreign enemies were invading, and the people were miserable. They destroyed their homes and fled their mountains in anger, and joined the resistance against the foreign enemies. I did not understand his spirit, and I am ashamed to be a descendant. "

    "Lao Cheng, don't think too much. Today, the little friend pointed out the obsession of the ancestor of the Cheng family. We feel thatYes, this is much more glorious and great than the descendants of Cheng Yaojin.  "Bai Yaowu said seriously.

    The fat old man suddenly beamed: "I was just waiting for you to say it, hahaha. I feel full of strength now. I must have been infected by my ancestor's obsession. It won't be a problem to live for a few more decades."

    The elders were speechless, and then they simply ignored the fat old man.

    At this time, the thin old man smiled and said: "Needless to say, my old shotgun. When our ancestors fought against the enemy, an old hunter gave the gun to our ancestors, hoping to kill more enemies. Our ancestors lived up to this expectation and died with the gun.  There are no less than twenty senior Japanese officials, so it has been passed down to our Wang family.¡±

    Jiang Le glanced at the old shotgun and said with a smile: "You can't say that. This gun entrusts the wishes of several people and kills countless enemies. The shotgun is a vicious weapon, but this gun contains righteousness and can also be used to control the house and ward off evil spirits.  ¡±

    "Everyone has said it, now it's my turn to use the knife, little Taoist priest, you definitely don't know the origin of my pig-killing knife." The shortest but sturdy old man among the elders asked with a smile.

    Everyone couldn't help laughing and said: "What other origin can a pig-butcher's knife have? Don't tell me that your knife is a domestic Lingling lacquer butcher's knife."

    Jiang Le twitched the corner of his mouth, "Here we go, are these old generals still fans of Zhou Xingxing?"

    "Hmph, his sword is nothing. It's just made of divine iron. It's just a trick. My sword is ordinary and tight. The little Taoist priest might as well take a look." The short and stocky old man said disdainfully.

    "Oh?" Everyone looked at Jiang Le.

    Jiang Le had no choice but to comment on all of them, so naturally he couldn¡¯t leave out the next one.

    Walking to the butcher's knife, Jiang Le reached out and picked it up.  As soon as he made contact, shock appeared on his face.

    The butcher's knife is not too big, it is only half the length of an ordinary kitchen knife, and it is described as sharp. The blade is half black and half bright.

    "However, this pig-killing knife is actually very heavy. It is heavier than the nine-ring sword, weighing at least fifty kilograms.

    What material is this made of?

    Jiang Le stroked the blade, inspected it for a moment, and said in shock: "This is made of ordinary iron, but what about this knife?"

    "How about little Taoist Priest, where does this sword come from?" The short and sturdy old man looked at Jiang Le proudly.

    Jiang Le closed his eyes and flashed, a spiritual sense covering the blade.

    The next moment something surprising happened.

    As soon as his spiritual sense came into contact with the blade, it was absorbed by the killing pig knife and disappeared without a trace.

    Losing a spiritual sense, Jiang Le couldn't help but feel his head twitching, swaying his body, and then exclaimed: "This is a magic knife." (To be continued)

    PS: I have to go out in the afternoon, and there are two chapters to be updated in the evening.  In addition, I have run away again. I ask brothers to recommend monthly tickets for support.
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