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Chapter 417 Name the knife

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    The lotus seeds are embedded in the blade, as if stuck to the knife, so there is no need for a jade box Xu Qi'an said hey, I'm such a clever little guy.

    As time passed by, Xu Qi'an sat at the table and stared eagerly.  Prevent the lotus seeds from falling on the table. If this makes the table magical, the joke will be big.

    In the future, the filly does not need to be ridden, but sits on the table to travel, and the four tables can flexibly move across the mountains?

    He propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin, in a daze. Inspired by the efficacy of lotus seeds, he couldn't help divergent thinking, thinking of some interesting jokes.

    If you use lotus seeds to enlighten your right hand, the right hand will say: I still have to rely on me to pretend.  Underpants said: Where did you put me?

    Cigarette said: You both shut up and embrace me.

    The scabbard said: You fucking try to stick me in again?

    Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an burst out laughing.

    "Ah! I can only entertain myself, I can't share"

    He slowly restrained his smile, resting his cheek on one hand, and tapped the fingers of the other hand on the table boredly, feeling that he had an atmosphere of "not coming to spend the night with an appointment, and knocking on the chess pieces to drop the lights".

    The full moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight is blocked from the outside of the house by the screen window. The shrill insects sing one after another, highlighting the tranquility of the night.

    On the wooden frame by the window is an incense burner with an animal head, burning incense to repel mosquitoes.  There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and it is impossible to sleep at night without burning mosquito repellent.

    Of course, warriors above rank six don't have to worry about mosquito bites.

    Unknowingly, three hours passed, the moonlight disappeared, and the sky outside the window was blue.

    During this process, Xu Qi'an watched the lotus seeds wither little by little, and watched the black gold long knife slowly transform. It didn't become sharp, but it gave people the feeling that it was no longer a dead thing, it seemed to be alive.

    The white and tender lotus seeds shrank completely and fell to the ground.

    "Buzz!"

    The black gold long knife trembled, flew up by itself, and flew around Xu Qi'an.

    It seems to be very close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to its parents.

    It's a wonderful feeling, although it's still a knife, it feels alive to me, like a child, but also like a pet Xu Qi'an's mouth curled up unconsciously.

    Seeing the black gold long knife flying and dancing in the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the Erha he raised in his previous life, who also escaped like this, and would keep hitting himself with the dog's head when he was happy.

    As soon as this idea came up, he saw the black gold long knife flying beautifully, the tip of the knife was aimed at him, and it shot towards him.

    Don't, don't, you're going to die Xu Qi'an's face changed drastically.

    Ding!

    There was no time to dodge, so he could only activate the Vajra Divine Art, and his chest was hit by a sting, like being stabbed hard by a needle, the sting was extremely painful.

    The power of the black gold long knife has increased dramatically. I tried to cut myself before, and it didn't hurt at all Xu Qi'an turned around with a dark face, and silently endured the "guard" of saber love.

    Ding!  Ding!  Ding!

    The black gold long knife is like a happy Erha, bumping Xu Qi'an's back with his "head" non-stop, expressing intimacy.

    If I hadn't mastered the Vajra magic, I might have become the first master who was "loved to death" by my own sword. Fortunately, I have this body protection magic, well, this is also part of luck.

    After a long time, the black gold long knife was enough to make out, and it fell gently on the table.

    Xu Qi'an grabbed the handle of the knife, placed it in front of him, stared at the blade, and said in a low voice: "The next step is to give you a name."

    According to Zhong Li, giving a name is a very important part of identifying the master. Once a spiritual peerless soldier has a name, he will not change it.

    Whoever gives it a name is its owner.

    The name of Zhen Guojian is "Zhen Guo", which is the name bestowed by the founding emperor.

    Therefore, the meaning of the existence of the Zhen Guojian is to suppress the fate of the country.  Therefore, Xu Qi'an can use it.

    Choosing a name has an unimaginable meaning to the Peerless Divine Weapon, which is equivalent to defining its existence.

    And for the owner, this is also a question and a wish.

    ?What name should I choose Xu Qi'an pondered for a long time. He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he felt a surge of enthusiasm, as if he had a sympathy with heaven and earth.

    He had a hunch that a crucial decision in his life was waiting for him.

    Inexplicably, he felt that the room was too small and the ceiling was too low to hold his spirit.

    Bang!

    He pushed open the door, left the yard, and walked all the way out to the top of a cliff.

    At this time, the sky is blue and the mountain wind is whistling, blowingWhat.

    So Xu Qi'an might as well be more generous and tell the secret.

    "It's no wonder that Dafeng's national strength has weakened so quickly in the past twenty years. It is not only because of the emperor's practice of Taoism, but also because of his luck being stolen." The old man suddenly said:

    "What happened to you just now?"

    Xu Qi'an then told the old man that the lotus seed had turned into a saber and helped it to become a peerless soldier.

    "What's the name of the knife?"

    "Taiping means peace in the world."

    The old man smiled, and his voice was clear: "The third grade of Confucianism is called Liming. When you are promoted, you are born with a strange phenomenon. That's because the great Confucianists are in charge of the luck of the human race.

    "Although you are not of the Confucian system, the essence is the same. Therefore, the vision just now is caused. Here is a piece of advice for you, keep in mind today's thoughts. If you fall into the devil's way in the future, you will die from the backlash of luck."

    "I understand." Xu Qi'an nodded, not forgetting to ask for advice:

    "Senior, what do you think of my situation?"

    "What do you think? Well, you don't want to join the Wulin League anymore. I don't want you anymore." The old man said.

    Pooh, vulgar martial artist Xu Qi'an spat in his heart, and said that the turnaround was too fast, knowing that I was a pawn of the supervisor and the mystic warlock, you immediately gave up.

    "Of course, if I can be promoted to the second rank, the Martial Arts League can protect you. Hehe, even if you can't beat the first rank of other systems, you are not afraid of a second rank martial artist."

    The old man in Shimen smiled and said: "You don't have to be wary of me. I have the ambition to reach the top of the martial arts, so I will definitely not be lucky. Otherwise, I will never die with your great ancestor five hundred years ago. As for now,  I'm not rebelling, so it's useless to ask for luck."

    "But if you are accompanied by great luck, maybe, senior, can you be promoted to the second rank?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

    The old man was silent.

    Just when Xu Qi'an scolded himself for being stupid and opened up a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said quietly:

    "What gave you the illusion that martial arts can manipulate luck?"

    ??¡­¡­ Xu Qian bowed and bowed: "This junior is being hasty."

    Yes, even if this old ancestor is greedy for his luck, how can a vulgar martial artist know how to absorb luck?

    In the end, it was not the virgin who saw Picasso and stared blankly and anxiously.

    After being silent for a while, Xu Qi'an was not reconciled, and said, "Senior, what advice do you have?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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