There is a small building two or three miles outside the Zhuque Gate of Jinling. The small building is built against a mountain and a river. The scenery is quiet and quiet, with a bamboo forest at its back. Whenever the wind comes, the bamboo leaves will be lifted up, and the rain and dew accumulated on the bamboo leaves in the early morning will fall one after another.

The drops fell onto the cobbled road among the bamboo forests, causing a slight sound of rain. The small building looked like it was placed in a rain room, hence the name "Listening to the Rain".

But what makes this small building famous in the Jinling area is not its quiet and picturesque environment, but the rather special identity of this small building - the Hidden Sword Pavilion. The small building is densely displayed with swords. But the hidden swords are densely displayed.

There are not any good swords, most of them are rotten swords made by apprentices in the blacksmith shop that no one wants.

It’s not that no one is puzzled by this, but as long as this objection reaches the ears of the owner of the small building, Lao Jian, it will be Lao Jian’s turn to be puzzled: He wonders why those ignorant people would raise such a

Stupid "puzzle". In his opinion, a sword, no matter whether it is good or bad, has its own value, and every sword needs to be treasured.

It was getting late at this time, dusk was about to end, and a full moon hung in the sky, while Lao Jian was sitting in the small courtyard drinking tea.

Lao Jian is in a good mood at the moment, not only because he recently got a good sword, but also because the lady Xue Yue, whom he has longed for, will perform on stage tonight. He is thinking about what kind of gift box to package it in

That good sword is dedicated to the beautiful woman.

When he was thinking about it and was in a dilemma, a rapid knock on the door rang, disrupting his thoughts.

Lao Jian showed displeasure and said, "Here, open the door for me!"

However, no one responded for a long time. Only then did Lao Jian remember that in order to buy that good sword, he had fired all the servants in the small house.

He stood up reluctantly and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a man wearing a bamboo hat. Although he couldn't see his full face, he could clearly tell that he was a young man. There was a huge wine gourd hanging on the young man's waist, and a long and narrow cloth bag on his back, like a

A traveler who has been exposed to the dust of travel.

Lao Jian asked politely: "Excuse me, what can I do?"

"I heard that you got the Revealing Sword?" The boy raised his lips slightly.

"So what?" Lao Jian's hand on the door became slightly stronger, ready to close the door at any time.

The young man suddenly grinned, "Don't be afraid, don't panic, Mingjian Pavilion knew you got the sword, so it sent me to bring you warmth."

"What?" Lao Jian was shocked, but still dubious.

The young man took out a sword-shaped golden token from his arms, "You should believe it now, right?"

"Famous Sword Order!" Lao Jian exclaimed in surprise.

He believed it now. The identity could be faked, but the token could not be faked.

Since the sword ancestor Mo Jinshu put down the chaos in the Central Plains nineteen years ago, the status of swords in the world has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Most people in the world have begun to practice swords. There are also many organizations or sects related to swords.

For the rest of his life, his position in the world became even more important. And Mingjiange was the well-deserved number one.

Mingjian Pavilion is not a sect, but an organization that evaluates famous swords in the world. Every year, Mingjian Pavilion draws up a list of famous swords, listing the top fifty swords in the world, and the swords listed in the ranking will be given swords by Mingjian Pavilion.

The Lord issued the "Famous Sword Order". It can be said that the Famous Sword Order is the honor that most sword masters in the world dream of!

Lao Jian hurriedly invited the young man to the hospital and made a new pot of tea for him.

But the young man gently moved the teapot and said disgustedly: "I don't drink tea."

Lao Jian was not displeased with the young man's rudeness, but felt that the young man was very special and had the demeanor of a famous family member.

"As expected of a member of Mingjian Pavilion!" Lao Jian sighed in his heart.

The young man pushed the famous sword token in front of Lao Jian, "You have also seen the token. Can you take out that sword and show it to me?"

Lao Jian hurriedly said respectfully: "Young knight... Oh no, young master, please wait a moment."

Seeing Lao Jian nodding and bowing to leave, the young man felt funny for a while, but he quickly restrained his naughty temper and kept a straight face.

Lao Jian was already holding a big box and walking towards him.

"Is the Revealed Sword so big?" The young man was shocked, but it didn't show on his face. Instead, he quietly watched the big box coming in front of him.

The young man just raised his hand to open the box, but Lao Jian hurriedly stopped him, "Don't be impatient, sir. I hope you can wait a little longer."

The young man was confused. He saw Lao Jian wash his hands by the stream in the courtyard, wiped them lightly with a piece of Su silk, and then placed incense sticks in front of a Buddha statue before returning to this place again.

Next to the big box.

After Lao Jian opened the box, the young man was suddenly blinded by a burst of golden light.

"What a dazzling light! Is this the legendary Revealed Sword?" The young man shouted with his eyes closed.

"No!" Old Sword said, "This is just Broken Mark Sand."

When the boy got used to the golden light and opened his eyes, he saw a layer of golden sand spread on the surface. He was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear: "The Broken Mark Sand in Penglai Wonderland? It is said that anything covered with Broken Mark Sand

, you will not be able to feel the scars of time. This is often used by emperors to maintain imperial seals or history books. It is difficult to buy a small bottle from the owner of Penglai Island even if it costs ten thousand taels of gold, but you actually use it to maintain a sword.

?”

However, this extremely luxurious Broken Mark Sand was only referred to as "just" in Lao Jiankou. Since he can use Broken Mark Sand to maintain his sword, it means that the value of this Broken Mark Sand in his heart is far away.

Not as good as a sword.

The young man felt a pang of regret and intolerance in his heart.

The old sword ignored the young man, but carefully pushed aside the broken sand, fearing that the sand would scratch the sword underneath.

Soon, the blade of the sword was revealed in the sand.

The sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, and its whole body is clear and pale in the cold moonlight. Several lifelike orchids are carved on the sword, which is particularly charming and beautiful, like a slim woman dancing among the orchids.

Strangely enough, the young man calmed down after seeing this sword.

Lao Jian also looked at the sword for a long time, and finally sighed quietly, "It's a pity that after tonight, this sword no longer belongs to me."

The young man came back to his senses and asked, "Why?"

"Although it is rare to get a good sword, I still understand the principle of 'what kind of sword goes with what kind of person'." Lao Jian lightly held the sword and stroked the sword body, "This sword is so beautiful.

Not suitable for me."

The young man almost said the words "Then this sword suits me best", but he still suppressed it and said, "Then you mean you want to give this sword away?"

Lao Jian nodded, "Not bad."

The young man laughed and said, "Then you have to put such a gorgeous and exquisite sword in such a big box. If you give it away, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

Lao Jian sighed, "I am struggling with what kind of box to use to hold this sword, but the young master doesn't know. In order to buy this sword, I pawned many finely crafted sword boxes at home."

"Uncle, there is no need to worry," the young man suddenly showed a sincere smile, "Every time the Famous Sword Pavilion issues a famous sword order, it will also give the sword owner a sword box to store the sword."

"Why have I never heard of this rule in Mingjian Pavilion?" Lao Jian put down his sword and looked at the young man.

"New regulations." The boy showed a long wooden box and placed it on the table.

Lao Jian quickly picked up the wooden box and looked at it carefully.

Although the workmanship of the sword box is exquisite, its shape is very strange: the front end is large, the back end is small, and it is trapezoidal. Even if you hold it in your hand, you can faintly smell the aroma of flowers and fruits emanating from it.

Lao Jian tried to put the Revealed Sword into the sword box, but found that although the sword box had a weird shape, it could just fit the sword inside.

"What a sword box!" Although Lao Jian praised it verbally, he felt something was wrong in his heart for no reason.

He always felt that he had seen this sword box somewhere before.

"Do you still like this sword box?" A cold voice sounded from behind.

Lao Jian wanted to turn his head, but found a numbness on his back. This feeling quickly spread throughout his body, and after a while, he could no longer move.

The young man behind him had taken off his bamboo hat, revealing his handsome face.

The young man's sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes were high in spirit, and his whole body exuded a sharp aura. If there was anything special about him, it would be the young man's blood-like red pupils, which burst out with a cold and sharp edge like a sword.

It makes people dare not look directly at it, as if if they look at it, they will be blinded by the sharp edge!

Although Lao Jian cannot move, he can still speak: "Why is this sword box..."

"You still haven't noticed it yet?" The young man stretched out his hand and picked up the sword box on the table. "Then let me remind you that this sword box is made of nanmu."

Lao Jian felt a chill in his heart and his gums could not stop trembling.

A wooden box made of nanmu!

He had indeed seen the appearance of this "sword box" - just five years ago, when he buried his younger brother.

"coffin!"

"Exactly." The young man smiled proudly: "There are no living things under the coffin, so what about the intact eggs under the sword coffin?"

A very terrifying sect suddenly flashed through Lao Jian's mind.

It is not an exaggeration to call this sect a cult.

It was exactly nineteen years ago that the sect that turned the martial arts world of the Central Plains upside down and made all sword-wielding swordsmen in the world change their minds! Even though nineteen years have passed, people who have come from that era still think about this sect every time.

Even if I remember the past, my face will still turn pale.

But instead of panicking, he felt an invisible chill all over his body.

He never expected that this sect could revive from the ashes.

"...Burial Sword Villa!"
Chapter completed!