After leaving the Sword Shop, Chen Mo wandered around the other sword shops in Pingzhen Town, but still couldn't find the sword he desired.
With mediocre sword skills and no suitable sword, the difficulty of entering the top ten in the List of Ten Famous Sword Festivals has increased significantly.
At that moment, when he was worried, he suddenly heard a loud 'slap' and felt a heavy slap on his shoulder. Without knowing why, his body tilted over. Startled for a moment, he turned around and saw Feng B Xia wearing black armor standing behind him.
The expression beneath the bull horn war helmet was indistinguishable, but the eyes that peeked out were filled with surprise.
Chen Mo first stunned for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed in alarm, retreating a few steps in fear. It took him great effort to escape from there. If Feng B Xia caught him, he would have been backtracking for nothing.
Thinking of this, Chen Mo did not hesitate, and turned to run away.
"What are you running for?"
Feng B Xia raised her eyebrows, looking unhappy as she chased after him. Then, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand.
Chen Mo, with a bitter face, turned around and said, "B Xia, please don't catch me considering I just managed to escape from there."
Feng B Xia tilted her head, looking puzzled, "I didn't want to catch you."
Chen Mo slightly stunned, "Weren't you planning to come here to catch me?"
Feng B Xia shook her head, "The Sacred Sword Sect is hosting a sword competition recently. His Majesty heard about it and thinks they have ill intentions. Therefore, he dispatched me and Chunqiuan to investigate..."
In just a few sentences, she explained the whole story clearly, and Chen Mo heaved a great sigh of relief. But before he could feel at ease, Feng B Xia suddenly came to her senses abruptly.
"Right, before we left, the King had said that no matter what, we were to bring you back no matter where you were..."
As she spoke, Feng B Xia stared at Chen Mo with a strange look. The latter was startled suddenly and then smiled, "B Xia, we've fought together. We can be considered as comrades-in-arms. Are you going to betray me?"
"You're the key to my strength, and fighting with you is something I look forward to every day. I've been quite bored without you, so..."
"B Xia, there's no eternal feast in the world..."
Chen Mo said solemnly, "You have to learn to grow up alone. On the path of growth, you can't always depend on others. You're also a key to my strength, but I also don't depend on you."
Feng B Xia was taken aback.
Feng B Xia was thinking.
It seems quite reasonable.
Feng B Xia finally came to a conclusion.
Chen Mo's tone shifted, and he stared at Feng B Xia's huge sword in admiration. Then, he said seriously, "I'm going to participate in the List of Ten Famous Sword Festivals next. Your sword isn't needed here. Why not lend it to me?"
Feng B Xia glanced down at the sword on her waist and looked up at Chen Mo's serious expression, "This sword is very important to me... However, if you need it, I can lend it to you."
As she spoke, Feng B Xia took off the giant sword from her waist and handed it to Chen Mo, who said "thank you" with a look of gratitude.
Compared to the swords Chen Mo had visited in all the sword shops, Feng B Xia's sword was significantly stronger. Although it was larger in size, it was just right for Chen Mo's fighting style.
"B Xia, you've been out for quite a while, right? I believe Yun Chunqiu is looking for you everywhere. At this moment, if you don't go back soon, she will start bothering you..."
Upon Chen Mo's reminder, Feng B Xia's expression turned unpleasant, and her eyes filled with concern. "You're right. Then I'll go first."
"Wait a minute"
Chen Mo stopped Feng B Xia, "Don't tell Yun Chunqiu about what I'm doing when you go back."
"Why is that?"
"For the sake of our comrades in arms."
"Hmm... Alright"
After a moment of thought, Feng B Xia agreed.
Looking at Feng B Xia's departing figure, he looked at the huge sword in his hand, and Chen Mo couldn't help but smile. He was secretly happy in his heart.
"The sword is there, but my swordsmanship is quite ordinary..."
Chen Mo worriedly murmured to himself, and suddenly, a familiar purple figure approached.
Li Yijian, who was riding a Qinggang Zifeng Sword, walked angrily along the street. Just now, when he wanted to be cool and confident, he was hit hard by Chen Mo's words. Now his mood is quite unpleasant.
"Master Youngest"
Chen Mo smiled and called out, "Younger Brother Li." When he saw the former, his originally gloomy face became even gloomier.
"What do you want me to do?"
Li Yijian said, his face stern.
"Take a look at how my sword compares to your sword."
Chen Mo handed his giant sword to him.
As the Younger Lord of the Sword Making Clan, Li Yijian has a higher understanding of swords than most people. He could immediately tell that Chen Mo's sword was no ordinary one.
"Where did you get this sword? There's no such good sword for sale in Pingzhen Town?"
Li Yijian touched the huge sword Chen Mo had handed him, surprised. His eyes brightened, and there was a hint of surprise in his expression. In his opinion, good swords don't come cheap. The swords for sale in Pingzhen Town aren't necessarily good ones. His own Qinggang Zifeng Sword was an invaluable treasure, and he wouldn't sell it easily to others.
"It was not bought, it was given to me by a friend of mine"
"Your friend... he's really generous."
Li Yijian exclaimed in admiration.
"How does my sword compare to your Qinggang Zifeng Sword?"
Chen Mo asked with a smile.
Li Yijian immediately put on a stern expression and his face became serious. "Of course, it cannot compare to my Qinggang Zifeng Sword."
"I don't think so. If you don't believe me, let's have a sparring match."
At the mention of a sword fight, Li Yijian coldly snorted and said with an air of dignity, "Fine, let's have a duel. I will show you what a truly good sword is."
There are two strange people sitting at a corner of the tavern. One is a woman in a red long dress wearing a veil, with a seductive figure and occasionally attracting the attention of nearby men. The other is an unresponsive man in a green shirt, who is drunk and holding a long sword, with one hand tightly holding the rope of his wine jug as if it were important, even though he's drunk and hasn't let go half-heartedly.
His head was resting on the table, snoring loudly.
Suddenly, the man in the green shirt shuddered, and he abruptly stood up, his flushed cheeks with drunken eyes scanning around.
"Am I drunk again?"
The man in the green shirt murmured a line.
"Haha, I've never seen such a person. You don't even know how drunk you are, staggering on the street. If you're not careful, you might not even know how you died."
"Cloud Chunqiu coldly snorted and said with disdain."
The man in the green shirt rubbed his eyes and looked at the woman with a seductive figure in front of him, "Do we know each other?"
"Not at all."
"Absolutely not," Cloud Chunqiu replied decisively. However, she quickly scolded him angrily, "However, you bumped into me on the street without any reason... If it weren't for my good nature, you might have been stepped on by people on the street and died."
As she spoke, Cloud Chunqiu's tone was filled with much resentment. But at the same time, her eyes showed a hint of curiosity as she looked at the man in front of her. His beard was unkempt, and his appearance sloppy, looking like a middle-aged man who had failed in life and was a waste of space.
But for some reason, the woman, who usually disliked any physical contact with men, strangely didn't feel any disgust when the man bumped into her. Moreover, Cloud Chunqiu noticed that she could even naturally support him and help him to this tavern.
"This man has something wrong with him."
Could it be that he was not a real man?
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