Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Hearing this, Wen Hujiu looked at the sword servant: "What grade of swordsmith are you?"

Mingjian Villa has always had a rule, that is, swordsmiths have always been focused on swordsmithing and never asked about worldly affairs, but there are also many swordsmiths who protect their own swords and who will get them, so they pretend to be sword servants and look for people who are truly suitable for their swords.

The reason why Wen Hujiu asked this is that the grade of swords that can be made is the grade of swordsmiths, which is very important.

Since it is his nephew who asks for a sword, it naturally cannot be too bad, at least it must be Yuntian.

"Swords have no grade, it depends on the sword user to give it a proper name!" The sword servant smiled slightly.

Being seen through at a glance, the sword servant simply stopped pretending. The pride and handsome face on him made people marvel that he was so young, how could he be someone who could forge a good sword.

The sword servant only looked at Wen Jiutian from beginning to end: "My lord, I can't tell the grade of your knife, but unfortunately, it's a knife, not a sword."

Wen Jiutian smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter whether you use a knife or a sword, what matters is the heart of the holder!"

The sword servant agreed with this answer and smiled: "My lord, please sit down."

Suddenly, a sound of a zither sounded, gentle and moving.

Wen Hujiu pulled Wen Jiutian's sleeve: "Boy, come on, come on, this woman is good, if you do..."

As he said, Wen Hujiu glanced at Baili Dongjun, who kept drinking sword wine as soon as he sat down.

He then said to Wen Jiutian with confidence: "This woman is OK, if you have the ability to get her, I will never object."

Wen Jiutian looked up and saw a stunning woman in white playing the zither, passing over them and finally landing on the high platform.

Then another thirty seconds of women in white flew from all directions.

Holding various long swords in their hands, they are more pleasing to the eye than swords.

Baili Dongjun looked up and said with emotion: "Good dance."

Wen Jiutian praised: "So big."

Wenhujiu took a sip of wine: "Xiaojiu, did you see that this is a national player, Luo Yanlu."

The young sword servant smiled and said: "Yes, she was specially invited from Tianqi City this time. She will play a song for this conference. This song is the high mountain song that shocked Linyuefang that year."

"Have you seen the elder brother of this Luoqin master? It is the elegant young master Luo Xuan. Their Luo family is known as the Tianqi Fengliumen. Their brother and sister play the qin and flute together, which is perfect." Wenhujiu looked at Wen Jiutian and smiled: "You kid, aren't you known as the best qin in Lingnan? Go up and compare ”

However, Wen Jiutian looked at the sword servant and said with a smile: "After taking the sword, is there a way to take the Luoqin master?"

The sword servant was speechless. Obviously, this statement surprised him. Then he smiled and said: "It's not impossible. It depends on the ability of the young master. The Luo family has always sought a soulmate!"

Wen Jiutian turned his head and looked at Wen Hujiu: "Second uncle, did you see it? A soulmate!"

Then, he looked at Luo Yanlu who was playing the qin on the stage and murmured: "I just don't know, what will that elegant young master think when he knows that I have become his brother-in-law?"

"At most, he will be beaten to death with sticks." Wen Hujiu raised the wine glass and laughed.

Naturally, he felt that it was impossible for his nephew to get it openly.

The song ended.

A young woman said loudly: "The Gaoshan sword has been taken out, please take the sword."

After the voice fell, the women in white threw the swords in their hands to the ground and inserted them into the high platform.

But Luo Yanlu still stroked the long zither gently, her slender fingers moving back and forth on the strings, which made people happy.

Wen Hujiu sat forward and rubbed Wen Jiutian's arm, and smiled: "Are you moved?"

Wen Jiutian regained his composure and praised: "It's okay, but don't treat me as a sex maniac, I'm just admiring you."

"Boy, look at the people sitting opposite, they are Wushuang City. They took away all the swords of the sword test conference at once. I wonder if they will be as domineering this time?" Wen Hujiu said in a deep voice.

At this time, an old man on the opposite side stood up: "Everyone, Wushuang City came here this time just for a sword."

Looking at the huge group of people over there, just for a sword?

How important is this sword to them?

Wenhujiu looked at the old man and tapped his chin: "That's Cheng Yu, one of the nine elders of Wushuang City."

Wen Jiutian also looked over there, pointed at the tall and thin young man next to Cheng Yu, and asked: "Who is that?"

"Oh, a natural sword embryo!" Wenhujiu drank a sip of wine.

"What sword?" Baili Dongjun suddenly asked.

"It's a person who is born to practice swordsmanship. He can learn many sword techniques just by watching them once." Wenhujiu said.

"Why does it sound like cursing?" Baili Dongjun said.

At this time, the young sword servant said in a deep voice: "His name is Song Yanhui, the youngest genius in Wushuang City."

Wen Jiutian nodded.

The people off the court learned that Wushuang City had no intention ofThe other swords rushed down to take the sword.

The stage was tense, and everyone drew their swords, but fortunately they all stopped at a certain point.

The melee lasted for half an hour, and the thirty mountain swords finally had their masters.

And those who didn't take the swords were full of regret.

At this time, there was a Taoist child on the stage, who looked less than ten years old. He stood on the stage for a long time, but was finally knocked down by a young and beautiful woman.

"Second uncle, what sect is that woman from? Why do I look familiar?" Wen Jiutian frowned.

"It's Lingxiao Sect!" Wen Hujiu looked at Wen Jiutian in confusion: "How come you are not with her..."

"Wait." Wen Hujiu was shocked, "Wen Zhuliu said that the old man was still sharp on the day he left Lingnan, and it seems that he was a Taoist nun from Lingxiao Sect."

"It can't be such a coincidence?" Wen Jiutian was also shocked.

The two looked at a corner at the same time, but saw a Taoist nun looking straight at them.

"Uncle, do you recognize that Taoist nun?" Wen Jiutian swallowed his saliva.

Wen Hujiu smiled awkwardly: "No, but she seems to recognize us."

"What? Cousin, what Taoist nun are you talking about?" Baili Dongjun, who was slightly drunk, suddenly interrupted.

"Ah, nothing." Wen Hujiu coughed lightly, and then leaned close to Wen Jiutian's ear and said: "Later, take the sword with peace of mind. If she dares to move, I will be responsible for poisoning her."

Wen Jiutian frowned: "The problem is, that may be my grandmother, your mother, do you dare?"

Wen Hujiu: "....."

At this time, the young woman walked off the stage and came to the Taoist nun.

I don't know what the two of them were whispering about, and they all looked over here.

"Fei Yao, look, is it that boy?" Chen Linsu said in a deep voice.

The young female disciple named Chen Feiyao narrowed her eyes and said angrily, "He looks familiar, but I can't see clearly."

"Hmph!" Chen Linsu snorted coldly, "If he goes on stage later, take a closer look! If he is the one who defiled you, I will kill him today!"

Wen Jiutian and Wen Hujiu did not dare to look at them. They coughed lightly and looked at the stage seriously.

"The old man is unreliable. He is still flirting with women at such an old age. We two have to bear the blame."

"That's your father, not my father."

"Then it's all your fault, you little brat! Think about it carefully, how can you avoid being exposed on the spot..."