Bai Feng was very disappointed.

He thought that as long as he reported this name, Qian Yiqun would be very moved and begged him to borrow a sword to see it. However, the facts were cruel, and Qian Yiqun had no impression of this name.

Bai Feng had no choice but to explain: "During the Warring States Period, there was an assassin named Nie Zheng who avoided crimes with his mother and sister for killing people..."

"I know the story of Nie Zheng assassinating Han," Qian Yiqun interrupted Bai Feng's long-term discussion that he was suspected of being flooded. "Let's talk about the special features of Jie Yin Sword and how?"

Bai Feng turned around, let out a deep breath, and recited silently in his heart: The Master's way is just loyalty and forgiveness!

After this three times, Bai Feng calmed down his anger. When he turned around, his face turned as usual, and said, "There are 360 ​​sections of this sword, which can be divided into one after another. If you can refine this sword, it will definitely be better than using chopsticks to set up the formation with its 360 sections of clones."

"Sorry, what is the 360th chapter? Please demonstrate it." Qian Yiqun smiled.

Bai Feng's hand froze for a moment and said, "I can't do it."

"Well, it's no point to say it." Qian Yiqun showed suspicion.

"This sword is too far from Master Zhongshu's way of doing things. It is a murderous sword. I cannot sense it, nor can I refine it." Bai Feng said sincerely: "But according to the classics, it is true that this sword can be divided into 360 sections. On that day, Nie Zheng penetrated the sword one by one and stabbed the Xia Lei, which led to the saying that Bai Hong was piercing the Ri."

"Can you show me?"

"Exchange." Bai Feng felt uneasy when he spoke these two words.

——That sword is obviously mine!

However, the movable property of a sword belongs to whom it is. If it cannot be killed and regained, then it can only be lost to the car to protect the coach, and the two evils are the least. It was precisely because Bai Feng understood this that he threw out a sword that was of great origin but could not be used, and exchanged for a portable sword that had been integrated into his many years of emotions.

Qian Yiqun shook his head slightly: "I have to inspect the goods first."

Bai Feng now has something to ask for. Although it is difficult to believe in Qian Yiqun's character, he still handed out the Jieyin Sword after several troubles. He stared at Qian Yiqun with his eyes, for fear that this thief Taoist would do something, and his fists were clenched unconsciously.

Qian Yiqun was not as unbearable as he thought. He played with this long, cold dagger, and his mind fell on the sword, and he stroked the sword over and over again, just like holding his own child.

——The sword has a murderous intent on the surface, but it seems very gentle inside.

——Yes, I feel like I have had it!

——This is not murderous intention, this is family affection!

Nie Zheng was originally a Korean, and fled to Qi for being convicted of murder. Although he didn't know why he killed people, he took his mother and sister with him even when he ran away, which shows that he was a man who attached great importance to his family.

He was a butcher in Qi State, and Yan Zhongzi treated him as a national scholar. He always felt guilty towards Yan Zhongzi in his heart. However, he still insisted on waiting for his mother to die and his sister to get married before he was willing to assassinate Xia Lei.

After the assassination was successful, Nie Zheng saw that he could not escape, so he disfigured his face and committed suicide. He refused to let others know his identity so as not to implicate his married sister.

Lin Lin's various deeds are connected in the front line, and the ironclad evidence proves that Nie Zheng is a knight who puts his family above his reputation.

Qian Yiqun seemed to hear something in his mind, like the wailing before a person was killed, and there was another middle-aged man gasping for heavy breathing. In the breathing, Qian Yiqun heard the shout in the man's heart: Don't blame my sister!

This is the sound of Jieyin Sword.

The name of a hidden secret may not mean a hidden secret. I am afraid it also means "big secret secret".

Qian Yiqun recalled that he was unable to control his anger back then, and he drew his sword to kill people, which made his family uneasy, and felt full of guilt.

——If I do it again, I will definitely throw away those childish and ridiculous "self-esteem" for the sake of the safety of my family.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself.

Jie Yin Sword let out a trembling sound, and blue light of runes flashed around him, and a sucking force suddenly came out, and he went straight into the sea of ​​spiritual aggregate from his palms and extracted the spiritual aggregate.

Qian Yiqun let his actions go without helping him, and watched his spiritual aggregate pour into the sword.

In an instant, Jieyin Jian seemed to have life, breathing with Qian Yiqun and his heartbeat was in line with his breathing.

Qian Yiqun's spiritual consciousness seemed to be brought into another world-

It was a high platform with hundreds of steps. When you look up, you can only see a few exposed double-eaves flying corners.

A disheveled assassin, holding a short sword in his hand, faced the soldiers coming like a tide, without fear, and stepped firmly onto the stone steps.

Every time he stepped onto the first level, the sharp sword in his hand would take away a life.

The enemy's blood was sprayed out from the throat and cervical veins, like rain.

The steps were quickly covered with blood, smooth and sticky.

As the assassin gradually approached the top of the platform, blood had gathered into a river and flowed down the steps.

When the assassin rushed to the end of the steps, his blood-covered eyes stared straight at him.

Qian Yiqun could not see his appearance, but he would never forget these eyes full of fear and anger.

"Shoot the arrow!" a voice in the void shouted loudly.

The three-edged arrow clusters with black-body white blades aimed at the assassin.

The bowstring sounded like a bang.

Sword-controlling!

The assassin threw up the sharp sword in his hand.

Jie Yin paused in the air. The runes on the sword were like lit torches, shining brightly.

Sword shadows were projected around Jieyin, condensed into substance, and became a sword blade that was exactly the same as Jieyin Sword itself.

While breathing, there was a sword formation in front of the assassin, a ball composed of hundreds of daggers.

The arrows tear through the air and rushed towards the assassin with the sound of the whizzing wind.

Behind the assassin, hundreds of soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp arms stepped on the blood of their comrades and climbed the stone steps.

The assassin breathed heavily, and a touch of gentleness replaced the despair in his eyes. At that moment, he thought of his late mother, his married sister, and Yan Zhongzi who treated him as a national sage... As long as he killed the man in front of him, he would die without regrets.

The array of Jieyin Sword suddenly changed, and all the swords were connected to each other, and they rushed towards the frightened and angry eyes like thunder.

The sword body is covered with sunlight, like a white rainbow.

The white rainbow penetrates the sun!

The rain of arrows that flew halfway through the journey was blown all over the ground by the strong wind wrapped in the white rainbow.

The iron armored guard who blocked the eyes as a flesh shield was penetrated and torn apart by the white rainbow.

Bai Hong finally stabbed into the man's chest, drinking his blood and devouring his life.

——Finally repay Zhongzi’s kindness.

The assassin with relief retracted Jie Yin Sword. He looked at the rushing guards and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He stabbed his eyes with a sword, gritting his teeth and scratched his face.

——I look too similar to my sister, so no one knows that I did it, and she will not be involved.

The assassin's face was covered in blood, and he bared his teeth and stabbed the sword into his abdomen, and fell to the ground with a broken intestine.

...

This is the memory of Jieyin Sword.

It is also Nie Zheng's last emotional sustenance.

Qian Yiqun was deeply shocked by this scene in his mind and his eyes were out of focus for a long time.

Seeing Qian Yiqun's loss of mind, Bai Feng was curious and thought to himself: Could it be that this Taoist has really solved the secret of Jieyin?

Since Nie Zheng's death, no one has been able to refine this sword for 1,233 years.

There is no more than a single sentence between people, let alone the response to this weapon spirit?

When the masters abandoned everything and made a vow to slaughter all those who blocked the way, they went further and further with the warmth of protecting their closest relatives. Everyone saw Nie Zheng's murderous intent, saw his sword skills as gods, and saw him killing and decisive... Who can see the deepest love for relatives and loyalty to friends?

Qian Yiqun empathizes with this.

Bai Feng saw a trace of tears in Qian Yiqun's eyes, and was even more surprised: This man made a decision to kill and acted ruthlessly. What did he sense that he actually had such a soft posture?

"Huh!" Qian Yiqun let out a long sigh, held back his tears, forced out a smile, and said to Bai Feng: "This sword wants me." After that, he pulled out the ancient sword from the golden scale basket, turned the tip of the sword, handed it to Bai Feng, and smiled: "It's shameful to say that this sword is just a sharper sword in my hand. Although he knows that it has its own story, he really has no way to communicate."

Bai Feng took the ancient sword and immediately a huge rock fell to the ground in his heart. When he looked at Qian Yiqun again, he didn't think the man looked disgusting. He rubbed the sword body of the ancient sword, and a hint of gentleness appeared in his voice: "This sword is called a fake sword."

"Borrow a sword?" Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This name is so weird!

"This is Xunzi's sword," Bai Feng said, "Lateratures took Xunzi's name as "a gentleman is good at lie in things." When the family master passed this sword to me, he only said that this sword would be strong when it meets a strong sword, and it is very sharp. Unfortunately, I have only become close to him." As he said that, Bai Feng sighed again, but the joy of losing and regaining has been enough to make him excited for a while.

Although Confucian scholars are in the middle of their qualities, most people cannot see their joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness, they still have them.

"Oh..." Qian Yiqun nodded slowly and said, "When I used this sword, I didn't feel that it had the righteous spirit that Mencius said. And as far as I know, although Xunzi was also a saint of Confucianism, he and Mencius were fundamentally opposite. Are you sure the sword technique you used in the method of practicing is consistent with this sword?"

"Xunzi did not deny the Master's Way." Bai Feng put away his fake sword and put it on his waist. "The Master said: My way is consistent. Mencius explained the meaning, Xunzi emphasized education, and the essence is the same."

"Well...even so, I think you are lofty." Qian Yiqun read many Confucian books in the Zheng family, but he was not considered a layman. He immediately said: "As the saying goes: red flowers, white lotus, green leaves, the three religions were originally one. However, how many people can truly understand the only ultimate Tao? If you do not have the realm of Confucius, how could you tolerate Meng and Xun's completely opposite methods?"

Bai Feng was so brow-frown by Qian Yiqun's preaching, and frowned. He was also bored because of his long-term inability to make progress and thought to himself: What kind of holy teaching methods are you a Taoist? You... Huh, wait, I have violated the four laws of excuses, just calm down first.

The four things of the sect: Don’t have any intention, don’t have any necessity, don’t have any firmness, don’t have any self.

Don't speculate, don't be absolutely sure, don't be stubborn, don't be the only one.

This is the law of the four sutras of Confucianism.

Bai Feng was cautious in his mind and looked at Qian Yiqun with a slight bow. He said goodbye, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!