At this time, a group of people walked by Mo Sheng. When they saw them wandering in front of the sword hall, they couldn't help but sneer: "It's the poor guy who has no money to ask for information here every day. These people are obviously from the small village in the mountains."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Sheng and Xiao Ling'er turned around at the same time, and the white-haired dog in Xiao Ling'er's hand said anxiously: "You know a p-s, we are in a noble spiritual realm, appreciate the power of the strange sword and kill the hardness of the strange stone!"

When the man heard this, he seemed to have completely awakened and immediately clasped his fists and said, "It was me who was abrupt. I will continue. Judging from the noble spirit of fellow Taoists, it is definitely not from the village."

"Hmph!" Mo Sheng and Xiao Ling'er turned their heads and didn't care about this person anymore. In fact... their noble spirit was developed. No matter how noble it was, it was useless; no matter how noble it was, it was not very noble.

At this moment, an old man with white head walked out of the sword hall, with two plaques behind him, with a smile on his face, and said, "You two are right, hahaha, appreciate the power of the strange sword and kill the hardness of the strange stones. Yes, please come in quickly."

"Well..., I don't know if you are senior?" Mo Sheng felt ashamed. He was just comforting himself. He didn't expect that he would really become a noble person.

"I am a manager. Your words touched our library owner. He invited you to come in and chat." The white-headed old man smiled again and said.

Xiao Ling'er also said ashamed, "Is it true that the fake has come true? Will others really misunderstand it, and said, "Then, where are we going?"

"Just keep walking inside." The old man still smiled, not guiding Mo Sheng, but just giving them the way. He walked out of the sword hall and hung the two plaques on both sides like couplets.

Mo Sheng and the others went out to take a look curiously, and it turned out to be: Appreciate the power of the strange sword and kill the hardness of the strange stone.

After reading it, Mo Sheng was speechless: "…."

Like him, Xiao Ling'er was drunk: "…."

After a few seconds, they came to their senses and walked to the depths of the sword hall nervously to meet the owner here. They must have been a master, otherwise they would not have made two plaques so quickly, because it took only one or two minutes from the time they said that to the old man's appearance.

Deep in the sword hall, there was a middle-aged man with a black and white beard, looking thin, but there was a kind of arrogance above his black and white sword eyebrows. He must be the owner of the sword hall. He sat on the ground, holding a long sword in his hand and was observing.

"Are you here?" The owner of the sword hall did not look up, but just listened to the sound of footsteps and said.

"I don't know what happened to me for seniors?" Mo Sheng bowed and pretended to be serious, but he was thinking in his heart that since the other party was looking for him, would he have an excuse to inquire without paying money?

"Help me see this sword." The owner of the sword hall handed the sword in his hand to Mo Sheng. It was a strange golden long sword with golden luster. There were many sharp serrated teeth around the sword edge, but Mo Sheng's sword eye felt that there was a sword energy spreading according to a specific line around the sword.

The sword energy seemed to be like the trajectory of a planet, running unchangedly, crossing the serrated teeth and wrapping around the sword edge, making people feel a little dazzling when they look at it. It was caused by the majesty of the sword.

"What is this?" Mo Shengxian, after he grabbed the sword, the specific line was guiding his sword energy to appear from his body, running with the same operating line. At that moment, he felt as if he was integrated with the sword.

The owner of the sword hall touched his beard and said, "Actually, I asked you to come in not because of what you said, but what you said did help the sword hall very much."

"Then I wonder why senior asked me to come in?" Mo Sheng felt strange again. What was the reason that he could come in without paying money, and he could also try out this powerful and magical long sword.

The owner of the sword hall actually smiled. It seemed that the people in the sword hall could only smile. He looked at Mo Sheng and said, "You have sword energy on you, but others can't feel it, but I can feel it often with the sword, so I want to take a look. How can sword energy come from such a young man's body?"

"What did senior know?" Mo Sheng continued to ask. He was covering himself. He must not let others know about his physical condition. At the same time, he was also observing the sword energy patterns on the long sword. These patterns were not on the sword, but around the sword. Seeing these, Mo Sheng seemed to have seen another scene.

A man with golden armor held a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy of Liaoli was running silently according to his habits, but this man did not realize his own method of using the sword. The sword energy was running again and again, and specific patterns had appeared. This pattern represented the sword technique used by the person who used this sword.

Of course, this is just for Mo Sheng’s sword eye. He found that his sword eye could read out the sword technique that caused these patterns from these accumulated patterns over the years, and thus gain insights.

Although you can't learn all of them, you can understand the principles and then use similar moves. This type can only be considered a combat skill at most, and can no longer be considered a swordsmanship, but it is also very powerful.

"I don't know why, although I can't see it, I feel that the aura on your body is a bit similar to the aura on these swords, as if I'm just a sword. Of course, this is a vague feeling." The owner of the sword hall said with shame, as if asking Mo Sheng for advice why this situation happened.

"I don't know either. Maybe others say that I'm cheap every day, so I have the breath of a 'sword'." Mo Sheng naturally couldn't tell the truth, so he just made up a little bell, and even the reason why Xiao bell's dog wanted to laugh.

"Since you don't want to say it, let's talk about something else." The owner of the sword hall sighed, with a look of disappointment, and said, "I guess you have also seen that there are some patterns on these swords, which are left by their original masters. Running according to these patterns can increase the power of these swords several times."

"Oh? Is it the sword that comes with every sword? Why didn't I see it before? And this sword was not given to me. You can tell me these things to be useless." Mo Sheng expressed his question in his heart. This was the first time he saw this sword.

Moreover, when Mo Sheng saw this powerful and rare thing, he was not in the mood to pretend to be serious and directly asked for the long sword.

"I can't give it to people, and not all swords have this characteristic. These swords have the same characteristic. Their original masters all had peerless sword energy and were experienced in many battles. Therefore, when their masters used them, the sword energy was circulated again and again, so this kind of pattern was formed, called sword power."

The owner of the Sword Hall explained to Mo Sheng that the so-called sword power is the reputation left by the sword, which is the trajectory of the master's sword energy passing through. In other words, it is the place where the sword energy passes on the sword when the master leaves his reputation.

Although it is just a place where the sword energy passes, it is just the origin of the word sword power. It seems that a lot of mud and sand will be left behind when the sword energy passes through the track. Naturally, there is a mixture of fighting spirit and sword energy. Those are the real sword power, immortal forever and will not be consumed.

Every time you use these sword power, it is like tyrannical rule, as if the protagonist of the day has returned. This is why some long swords cannot change their masters. Famous swords are famous, and they will never choose their masters, and they will never change their masters.

Because the sword power has been formed, no one will hope that a long sword that belongs to him will always have the sword power of others. If the sword power of his own, it will always be abandoned.

As long as the sword power is formed, the master will no longer be able to modify it. At most, it is just for others to use it, but it is not easy. This is the so-called "sword power will last forever, and there is no change."

Mo Sheng nodded and said, "But, I wonder how seniors made their sword power appear?"

The owner of the Sword Hall said: "It's actually very simple. Use your own sword energy to feel it, and then release the sword energy according to the pattern to make him appear. However, people with your own sword energy can feel it without showing it."

"Well, I understand, that... I have a heartless request. Can I ask me to see other long swords in the sword hall... It's the kind that can be touched and doesn't charge money." Mo Sheng suddenly said this, his face awkward, he just had no money.

When the owner of the Sword Hall heard this, he smiled bitterly, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "People with sword energy these days can really count it in one hand. It's rare to have one, okay."

"Thank you for your thanks, senior." Mo Sheng suddenly laughed, and rushed to the group of swords on one side as if the plan had succeeded.

There are many long swords there, all kinds of strange shapes, like demons, ghosts and gods, strange and strange, but Mo Sheng is a few people who can feel the power of the sword.

For others, these are other people's long swords. At most, they look at the strange appearance and nothing is good at. But for Mo Sheng, each of these swords represents a peerless sword technique, especially when you watch with the Eye of the Sword, you can see a lot of things.

"How is it?" Xiao Ling'er knew Mo Sheng's plan, but she also found it incredible. Even the owner of the sword hall could not see the sword technique from these various long swords. Now she came over with a small Samoyah in her arms and asked.

"I really want to take it home because it's so difficult, and I can't learn it now." Mo Sheng said, Guanxiu's swords seemed to be watching textbooks one by one... No, Mo Sheng looked at these swords as if he was reading the books of "The Sword Saint of the Sky". The more he reads, the more he becomes, the more he can't put it down, and even wants to live here. These are all good things for Mo Sheng.

"Oh, the head of the Jian family is really sensitive to swords. No matter how I look at it, it's just a sword." Xiao Ling'er smiled helplessly and had to follow Mo Sheng, playing with her black hair twice if she had something to do, and then tidying up Samoyed's hair, which forced the latter to leave Xiao Ling'er's arms.

In fact, Samoyed didn't want to leave Xiao Ling'er's arms at all. Even Mo Sheng was envious of this. Why could he be held all the time? It was a little jealous, but now that Xiao Ling'er is playing with it, he feels uncomfortable and unhappy.

"Hehe~." Xiao Ling'er laughed. She was just a nine-tailed fox, so she naturally knew how to make it comfortable and uncomfortable, so he did it on purpose and was tired even if he held it.
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