C105 Jian Hun's Soulsword

"Who are you, and how did you enter my meditation world?"

Chang Jing asked for the third time.

"Have you not heard of 'The Forging of Soulsword, The Forging of Jian Hun'?" The sword shadow said proudly.

"Forging Soulsword, Jian Hun said" was a phrase that Chang Jing knew. When he had just arrived in Wind Moon City, the broken sword had told him a part of Jian Hun's family history. He was talking about how the first generation Jian Hun, who was a normal or useless blacksmith, fell into a deep ravine after some accident and his fate changed drastically from then on. He met a crazy old man there, but this old man's martial arts were strong, forcing him to do this every day. The worst thing was, he had to suffer the psychological ravages of this old man every day — "What is life?" "The meaning of life?" "Why do you think it's better to die than to live?"

How could a young man in his early twenties stand this? Therefore, in order to avoid these boring questions from the old man, he buried himself in forging every day (the weird old man was also born a blacksmith). Perhaps the strange old man asked too many questions, causing them to continuously spin in his mind. Finally, at the age of thirty, he figured out the true meaning of life — — The first life sword of the Jian Hun Family, the Soulsword was born!

Thus, there was the phrase "made from Soulsword, created by Jian Hun" in the Jianghu.

"You mean, you're the first generation Patriarch?" Chang Jing's tone was evidently much more respectful.

"That old fellow has been dead for a thousand years!" The sword image was a little sad, it paused for a moment and continued, "I am the Soulsword!"

Soulsword? A sword that was forged by the first generation Jian Hun? A sword with its own life? However, could a sword even talk if it had a life of its own?!

Chang Jing was stunned, she could not believe what she saw.

"You don't believe it?" The Soulsword laughed indifferently, he turned and scattered the faint shadow Qi around his body, revealing a treasured sword that was filled with Sword Qi, "Do you believe me now?"

Chang Jing slowly approached the Soulsword in her own dark world of meditation. She tried to touch its vitality with her hands, but the Soulsword stopped him.

"Don't move!" It roared, "It's not easy for me to enter your meditation world! If you move even a little bit, you will be able to delink my magnetic field from your meditation world, and we will no longer be able to communicate! "

Hearing that, Chang Jing stopped, and asked: "Then how did you do it?"

It was strange that a sword could communicate with people.

"I don't know either. Perhaps I have already Awakened …" Although it was just a short sentence, it had spoken all of its loneliness and bewilderment …

"Cough, then why did you enter my meditation world?"

When the Soulsword heard Chang Jing's question, an awkward expression appeared on its face (if the sword also had a face), "Since I returned three hundred years ago, I have not interacted with anyone. "I'm excited, so …"

It was not hard to imagine that the reason why You Ying came here so excitedly was because of the Soulsword's "seduction".

"Three hundred years ago?" Chang Jing thought that since the first generation Jian Hun had passed away, it must have been at least a thousand years. Since it was "accompanied to death", why did it not communicate with others for three hundred years?

"Yes, three hundred years. Because life here is too lonely. Even though there are hundreds of treasured swords with vitality and spirit energy here, their intelligence is merely equivalent to a baby's, so how can I talk to them? "

Chang Jing thought, no wonder she felt that the demonic spirit qi here was so rich, it was because of these treasured swords!

"So every sixty years, I would go out to find a new assistant," the Soulsword seemed to be immersed in the past, "Those new employees are really muddleheaded, they are always confused by me! "Haha …"

As Chang Jing listened to its happy laughter, she didn't want her words to disturb it. As a result, she folded her arms across her chest and listened quietly.

"But they aren't stupid. Under my tutelage, they all became great heroes under my tutelage!"

"You mean, you're their Master?"

"That's not true. At that time, I often entered their minds to communicate with them just like now. I'm just a weapon in their hands. Sometimes, I don't even have a name!"

If the Soulsword was the number one sword of the Ara, no one would reject it. According to this logic, how did the so-called new shop assistant use it as a weapon? As the saying goes, an ordinary man is innocent; he would be executed if he carried something behind his back.

Chang Jing had this question in her heart, furthermore, the sword would definitely cause a stir in Wu Lin, and in her grandfather's story, there were no words related to this.

He could not help but voice his doubts, and waited for the Soulsword to answer.

"You still don't know? A living sword shape like mine can be changed at will! Just like this! " After saying that, its body twisted. In less than a second, an ordinary dagger appeared.

"Do you understand now? I have never shown my true face to anyone, or else I would have broken my promise to old partner that I would never appear in the world again?"

That seems to be a violation of the rules, doesn't it? Chang Jing thought so in her heart, but what she saw in front of him was a creature that had lived for a thousand years after all — so to speak, a creature.

Following that, the Soulsword began to tell the story of the first generation Jian Hun from a thousand years ago, all the way to its new boss from three hundred years ago.

"You mean to say that you have the memories of the time when every shop assistant faced off against the enemy?" Chang Jing thought that if she could obtain such a memory, then when she fought with others, he would be the first to be invincible.

"Of course. Otherwise, how could my employees become heroes and heroes?" The Soulsword replied disdainfully.

"Hehe …" Can you tell me as well? " Chang Jing felt that she was now a little shameless, but she couldn't care so much about her own happiness.

"Tell you?" The Soulsword shook its head, "Then it won't be troublesome to death? A battle usually takes days and nights. If I tell you all the details about them, when will it end? "

Chang Jing thought that it was true. Rather than wasting so much time to obtain its teachings, she might as well find someone to fight with.

"However," the Soulsword changed the subject and laughed, "I can impart their experience to you!"

"How can you pass it on to me without telling me?" Chang Jing was baffled when she heard it. She curiously looked towards the Soulsword, but the latter was actually sneering and pouncing towards him …