Chapter 84 What did you miss? ?
The Sword Worship Pavilion is a place with a very special status for the Zixia Sword Sect.
Since the Zixia Sword Sect is a sword cultivating sect, what they pay attention to is cultivating the sword well and then holding the sword's thigh.
Therefore, after a short period of practice, novice disciples will usually be assigned spiritual swords that have not been trained much, and then they will support each other with one sword and move forward.
But unless one ascends to immortality, a person's lifespan is limited, and is often far less long-lived than a sword.
Over time, the sect accumulated many unowned spiritual swords.
These spirit swords have been trained by the previous generation of masters, and most of them are quite powerful, and the sect is also very cautious in allocating them. After all, if there is a slight mistake, it is easy for people to fall out of harmony.
Generally, priority will be given to disciples who have lost their spirit swords, followed by those who have outstanding performance based on the potential and power of the spirit swords.
The Sword Worship Pavilion is where these spiritual swords are placed.
After the leader led Chu Lu to the place, he stopped moving forward and said, "I won't bother you with choosing a sword. You can go in alone. Any sword will do, there are no restrictions. As long as the other party agrees, you can bring it Walk."
Chu Lu nodded subtly.
After all, the leader's words really don't sound like he is describing choosing a sword.
Then Chu Lu pushed the door open and was greeted by the scent of ancient sandalwood.
Chu Lu looked around and found that Baijian Pavilion was quite vast. The surrounding walls are made of a shimmering bluestone, on which are engraved the life stories of past sword masters and spiritual swords.
Along the edge of the wall, there are rows of exquisite sword racks. The sword stand is exquisitely made, with the name and introduction of the spirit sword engraved on it.
Chu Lu glanced at it and found that the farther back the spiritual sword was, the more powerful it was.
However, Chu Lu came with the mentality of choosing a concubine. Strength is not the key, appearance is, so he started to choose from the outside.
The one on the outside is a one-handed sword called the Star Sword. The blade seems to be made of bright stars, shining with starlight, and the hilt is inlaid with gems.
With Chu Lu's touch, the sword spirit emerged.
It was a handsome man wearing a silver star robe, his hair shining like the Milky Way.
"Do you want to choose me?" Sword Spirit said: "I can see that you are extremely talented and qualified to be my master."
"Yi Xiaowan?" Chu Lu asked in his heart.
"Not interested." Yi Xiaowan replied flatly.
So Chu Lu let go of the sword and touched the second sword.
It was a heavy sword named Wan Lei Ben Yin, and his sword spirit was a strong man over two meters tall, with bulging muscles and flamboyant purple hair.
He looked at Chu Lu and laughed: "Little girl, do you want to choose me? I will protect you!"
Yi Xiaowan: "...Not interested at all!"
Chu Lu went to touch the third spiritual sword. This time the sword spirit is a lively and lovely girl, wearing a green dress, a wreath on her head, and a smile as warm as spring.
"Young lady is so beautiful! But generally no one would choose a sword spirit of the same gender, right?" Yi Xiaowan said.
Chu Lu continued to select, and found more than a dozen in succession, but Yi Xiaowan did not let go.
Chu Lu was a little surprised, thinking: Is he so determined? Have you really figured it out?
Just when Chu Lu was wondering if it was time to give up, the sword spirit of the seventeenth long sword, the Aoki Eternal Life Sword, appeared.
The sword spirit was wearing a black gown. He had a handsome face, but his brows were furrowed. His eyes were as deep as a pool, full of sorrow and longing. His hair was just casually fixed with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell on his cheeks.
The sword spirit looked at Chu Lu, but his eyes seemed to be looking at someone more distant and said: "I have never seen you, but I can feel your power. I think you should be an outstanding talent who has recently appeared in our sect. I am honored that you are willing to choose me. But I am sorry that I have not let go of the past and cannot go with you. Please choose someone else.”
Chu Lu asked in his heart: "Where is this?"
Yi Xiaowan: "..." There was no response for a long time, so Chu Lu asked repeatedly: "Yi Xiaowan? Yi Xiaowan! Reply, did you hear it?"
Yi Xiaowan suddenly woke up: "Ah? Ah? What?"
"Let me ask you, how do you like this sword?"
"No, no, not interested."
"Really?" Chu Lu questioned: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you? Are you shaken?"
"No! No!" Yi Xiaowan said resolutely: "My heart is like iron, indestructible!"
Chu Lu thought to himself: No, no, no, you are obviously shaken, right? There was obviously no reaction before I mentioned it...
Chu Lulu thought while sizing up the sword spirit in front of him, and suddenly thought of the broken sword in the latrine. He discovered that there were similarities between the two, and he suddenly reacted.
——Wait a minute, isn’t this guy a good guy?
Chu Lu decided to test it out, and then he specially selected several spiritual swords with particularly miserable experiences. They were all those who had a deep love for their previous owners, and then the previous owners died so violently that they were completely unable to escape.
The sword spirits that emerged were more depressed than the last, more broken than the last, and more fragile than the last.
And Yi Xiaowan's tone of rejection became increasingly weak.
After rejecting a man who was imprisoned and abused by his first master for a long time due to an unkind encounter in his early years, he became withdrawn and fragile. He was finally saved by his previous master and was on the verge of collapse after watching his master being cut into pieces in front of him. After the sword, Yi Xiaowan almost lost the strength to speak.
"Look, look!" Yi Xiaowan said: "One, one, one... not shaken at all!"
Chu Lu: "..."
——Are you lying? My brain was almost shaken by you, and you still said it wasn’t shaken!
Chu Lu finally confirmed that his previous worries were correct.
This guy is not really desperate!
Chu Lu thought: She still has to find a spiritual sword for her. But the ones here don’t work, it’s a bit troublesome.
Then he left the Sword Worship Pavilion, and the leader waiting at the door immediately asked: "How is it, who has been chosen?"
Chu Lu shook his head: "It's not suitable. I might have to go outside to look for him. Do you have any suggestions, Master?"
"Not suitable?" The leader frowned and asked, "What do you want?"
Chu Lu replied: "Severe physical and mental trauma, mental fragility, the type that seems to break if you exert any force."
Leader: "??"
He was a little confused. He thought Chu Lu was dissatisfied with the strength or nature of the spiritual sword in the door, but it turned out that he was dissatisfied with the aesthetics!
"Um...Xiao Wan, we sword cultivators still need to pay more attention to our inner self." The leader said tactfully.
"I can't help it. This is what I like. I like it so much that I can't compromise on this aspect." Chu Lu said seriously.
In his mind, Yi Xiaowan covered her face and defended: "No, no, I'm not!"
Leader: "..."
"Okay, okay." He thought that Chu Lu was practicing the ethereal root technique anyway, and he really didn't have much need for spiritual swords. He thought for a moment and said, "It is said that there is a monk's tomb in Dongzhou, and there are still some remains in the tomb. There is a spiritual sword guarding it. The spiritual sword is so affectionate, and it must have been tortured by the death of its master. Maybe it meets your requirements..."
"Okay, then I'll go take a look." Chu Lu said decisively: "If it's not suitable yet, I will continue to look around. I may not be able to return to the sect for a while."
"It doesn't matter, you can go wherever you want, the sect is under our watch."
"Thank you."
(End of chapter)