Never damaged, it will be fumigated for thousands of years.

This is simply a fantasy!

Chen Shaobai is an atheist in his bones. He originally thought that using sword skills to twist his body strength into one, and controlling the gale wind was already bizarre enough, but he never thought that there was something even more magical in this world.

"Everything has its ups and downs, it is impossible..."

Halfway through the conversation, Chen Shaobai stopped unconsciously.

Because, he remembered the grandson Guo, who had lasted for twenty years, and Chen Kuangyin, who was almost sixty years old, but still looked like a young person.

In such a bizarre world, what is impossible to happen?

"Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. Wouldn't we know it just by trying it?" Miao Yuqin once again skillfully used the words Chen Shaobai brought from another world, and ran to the well with the slightly burnt Wanzai.

With Chen Shaobai, a young labor force, a bucket of water was quickly beaten up, and Wanzao was immersed in the bucket under the expectation of the two.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

"So the legend is fake..." Miao Yuqin bulged her face in disappointment, and her cute appearance almost made Chen Shaobai feel very angry.

"Wait!" Seeing that his fiancée was about to take Wanzai out of the bucket, Chen Shaobai's mind flashed, "You just said, what is the premise for self-repair with this sword?"

"Are there enough water and nutrition, what's wrong?"

"Get back a little, I'll do an experiment."

Chen Shaobai didn't explain much, but took out a carrying-on-gold fruit and pulled out the Taizhong Silver Sword on his waist.

Swish swish swish swish swish swish.

The sword lights crisscrossed, and the bright yellow osmanthus fruit was cut into pieces of powder and sprinkled into the bucket when it was thrown into the air.

"What a waste, this is a three-two tael of silver......" Miao Yuqin, who turned into a little housekeeper, said halfway, and was shocked by the magical scene in front of her, and her speech was a little bumpy.

I saw that the ginger fruit was like a catalyst. As soon as it fell into the water, Wanzai, who had been soaked quietly in the bucket without any reaction, suddenly shone with a clear green light, and the charred black on the sword quickly subsided.

Perhaps such clear blue light is not very obvious during the day, but at this moment the sun has set and the night covers the earth, making it look very dazzling.

As the charred spots faded from the sword's body, the water in the bucket was also sucked into it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the gaze of the two, in less than five breaths, a bucket of water and osmanthus powder was sucked in by Wanzai, and the charred spots on its sword also faded a lot.

After taking it out of the barrel for thousands of years, Chen Shaobai found that its weight had almost not changed at all, and it was still four kilograms and two liang. Even if the water was not considered, the osmanthus that was poured into it should cause clear quality changes.

“So amazing.”

Chen Shaobai was shocked.

If swordsmanship can be explained by human body mechanics and prolonged life of grandparents and grandchildren can be explained by biochemistry, then the scene in front of us completely violates the law of conservation of material energy.

"Thousands of years, immortal wood, grandchild fruit, silver dragon eye, and... sword immortal!"

The magical things I have seen and heard of during this period have been connected one by one in my mind, which makes Chen Shaobai uncontrollably grow into a nearly fantasy thought: "A sword can be immortal, so why not?"

If you can truly gain eternal life, travel the world with your lover, enjoy all kinds of fun, and leave wonderful legends, how free and happy it would be?

Being able to endure loneliness and practice swords quietly for a long time means that Chen Shaobai is not an impetuous fantasy person, so this idea was just derived from his heart and was forcibly curbed by him: "Let's improve your strength step by step. According to Kang Jingwu's previous description, swordsmen, swordsman, swordsman are just realms called [Liang Ji], and there is a more profound realm of [Quickness]. And when I reach the peak of swordsman realm, I will definitely have a broader understanding."

"Well... why is it still smelling muddy? And it seems to be getting stronger and stronger?" Miao Yuqin muttered and twitched her nose. Suddenly she found that Chen Shaobai was looking at the apron on her body with a strange expression, and suddenly realized.

"Ah! Forgot the dishes in the pot!"

A quarter of an hour later, Miao Yuqin looked at the fried rice with burnt pulp of shredded rhinoceros that had been rescued without tears, and poked the bottom of the pot pitifully with chopsticks: "I'll make another serving for you, all this is wasted."

"No need to make it again, just eat this."

"But it's all gone."

"It's okay, it can also supplement calcium."

"Calcium supplement?"

"Well... it can make me stronger."

...

The crystal snowflakes flew in the air like jade butterflies. Overnight, a soft snow layer as thick as three inches was piled up in the courtyard.

While these winter elves bring a hint of coolness, they are accompanied by a gentle sweetness, like the creation after the evaporation and condensed sugar water.

In the silver world, Chen Shaobai felt like he had fallen into a cottage made of marshmallows.

"Xiaomiao, it's time for me to leave."

Looking back at the dazed little snowman, warming the cold red hands of his fiancée, Chen Shaobai walked out with inexplicable joy.

After leaving the courtyard, a world covered in silver slowly unfolded in front of you.

Perhaps because the weather was too cold, there were not many people walking on the street, which seemed a little deserted. The footprints that had just stepped on the snow were soon eliminated by the wind and snow.

"Qiuhuanquan and Muxi City are not far apart, so the climate difference is so big?"

"But I haven't seen snow in 16 years, it's interesting."

In my mind, I compared my past and present lives. Before I knew it, Chen Shaobai came to the black brick courtyard surrounded by three giant trees in the city.

It's strange that he couldn't see the ruminica tree at all ten feet away, but as soon as he entered this range, a hint of green suddenly unfolded, competing with the white snow.

The rustling sound fell into my ears, and I clearly felt the surrounding temperature gradually rising. Chen Shaobai raised his head and carefully looked at the three spirit trees.

The leaves as big as paved are as crystal clear as jade. As soon as the pure white snowflakes fell on it, they melted in a moment, becoming nutrients for the spiritual tree.

The sound he captured was the sound of snow melting.

The snow seemed to fall endlessly, and the woody osmanthus tree looked like a legendary Bodhi tree, without even a trace of white.

"No wonder they are called spirit trees. They can maintain constant temperature. They should be considered animals, right? But the creator of this world must be a foodie."

The unique flesh fragrance of the osmanthus tree and the sweetness of the snowflakes came, which aroused Chen Shaobai's strong appetite.

Feeling the sourness from his belly, he knew that his body had a need, so he swallowed a ginger fruit into his belly, solving the problem.

Unfortunately, when he stopped and stood, Zhao Zongren arrived.

So this action fell into the eyes of the other party and immediately caused a series of ridicule: "The country bumpkin who has never seen the world thinks that the ginger fruit is the most delicious delicacy in the world. I think it is your limit to reaching the third round."

Zhao Zongren has the background of the Zhao family. Although he cannot tamper with the results and processes, he can get some news in advance. For example... the opponent he will face next is Chen Shaobai.

It can be said that it was a coincidence that defeated Chen Chong in the first round, but killing two people in a row and rushing into the third round is enough to show Chen Shaobai's strength.

So Zhao Zongren played a sarcasm at this time, one venting anger for his cousin Zhao Zongren, and the other hand, he wanted to anger Chen Shaobai with words so that he would not be able to exert his due strength later.

As soon as this said, Zhao Zongjie, who was castrated by his side, immediately understood and echoed: "Brother Zong Ren, please send him a few taels of silver and let him go to Zihuan City to taste the taste of Jiuzhai."

"Hmm? OK!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zongren looked at Chen Shaobai with a contempt, reached into his arms, and took out the money.

Seeing the two of them singing and reunion, Chen Shaobai seemed to see two clowns jumping and was too lazy to answer. He left two words and turned around and walked into the black brick courtyard.

"boring."

Zhao Zongren's actions immediately became stiff, and he felt like he was suddenly thrown away an egg and tomato after acting halfway through the road.

After a moment of dazed, he suddenly burst into laughter, licking his lips, his eyes flashing with a sick light: "Chen Shaobai, I won't kill you. I will break your tendons and legs, and then go to your woman in front of you to let you know what it means to survive, not to die, not to die. Hahahaha..."

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