It is rumored that there are 182 famous swords and good swords in the Guanjian Tower. Before seeing Guanjian Tower, everyone might subconsciously think that Guanjian Tower must be majestic, otherwise how could they be able to hold so many swords?

In fact, the Guanjian Tower is very small, so small that it is only three floors. The two floors below are all filled with swords, which is a pile.

Any of these famous swords that can be called famous and even create a bloody storm in the Tang Dynasty are so casual, abandoned in every corner of the Sword Viewing Tower.

Of course, this is still not enough. After all, Pei Hongluan and Pei Min live here, so some lucky swords can be hung on the wall, but they are just hung on the wall.

As soon as he entered the building, Guo Xiaojiu was stunned. When he saw that except for the wooden table and four bamboo chairs, the rest were all swords. Various swords, some were very long, some were very short, some were very ancient, some seemed to have just been polished, some were full of hostility, some were quiet and peaceful,...

There are a wide range of swords.

"How is it, aren't you very surprised?" Pei Hongluan turned her head and asked with her eyebrows raised.

"I'm really surprised that these swords are the legendary ones?" Guo Xiaojiu held his hand on the scabbard, and the sword on his waist was trembling gently under such a strong sword power.

"Yeah!" The playful Pei Hongluan nodded and explained: "As the outside world said, these swords were all left by the heroes of the martial arts who were defeated by the master. There were originally 182 knives, but now there are 173 knives left."

"Oh? Why?" Guo Xiaojiu scratched his head and guessed in his heart that even if Master Uncle took one, Pei Hongluan took one, and Luoyang Palace took one, that was now Zhou Ziheng's sword, and that shouldn't be so much missing.

"Well, I was borrowed by a scholar named Du." Pei Hongluan said with some displeasure, as if he remembered the middle-aged scholar who had entered the building to borrow a sword but was talking nonsense.

"Du Shusheng?" There were only a few people in the Tang Dynasty who could borrow swords from Master Uncle, but the best friend of him was Du Shusheng, who was famous all over the world during the Empress.

Guo Xiaojiu was in Penglai before, and naturally knew the legendary figures and their stories. Among them, he admired the most was the first Confucian and Taoist people today, Confucian freedom. However, his favorite was Du Shusheng.

While talking, the two of them had already gone up to the second floor, and they were still swords, all kinds of swords, but the swords on the second floor seemed much less, and they were more dazzling than the ones downstairs.

Even so, these swords still cannot avoid the fate of being forgotten in the corner and hanging randomly on the walls.

"This sword is called Shanque, and that one is called Shutu. It is the two best ones in the current building. Of course, it is not included in the two of my master and me." Pei Hongluan first pointed to a big sword inserted diagonally on the bamboo wall, and then pointed to a small sword running away from the side of the sword.

Guo Xiaojiu came forward and observed carefully for a few times, and was inadvertently attracted by the sword intent. He reached out and gently supported the mountain palace. The sword sounded like a long mountain song, stopping on his ears.

"It's a sword that is not useful." Guo Xiaojiu shook his head and sneered at this Shanque, which is the most eye-catching appearance.

Of course, this sword is definitely not as unsightly as he said.

Guo Xiaojiu just took a few glances at the sword called Shutu and turned around and looked at Pei Hongluan.

"Haha, Xiaojiu, you're afraid you didn't see the power of this sword. It was this mountain that hurt the master a little, so it was barely defeated." Pei Hongluan explained with a smile.

Guo Xiaojiu, who withdrew his gaze, was about to say something to his little teacher, and then he paid attention to the least eye-catching corner, a breathless sword lying.

Each sword in this Sword Viewing Tower has its own breath, but this one is dead, just like an ordinary iron sword.

Of course, there may be many swords in Guanjian Tower that were originally ordinary iron swords, but they had more or less formed some connection with their previous masters, and gradually they had their own sword intent and were no longer ordinary swords.

"This sword?" Guo Xiaojiu pointed his hand, his eyes locked on the sword, and asked in confusion.

"This sword is called Dadao. It should be an ordinary sword. I don't know why the master wants to put it here." Pei Hongluan frowned and explained to Guo Xiaojiu.

"The road divides yin and yang, and flows together but does not combine with dirty things!" The voice of Mr. Pei Min came from the corner upstairs, and then he was already standing at the corner.

With a move, the great way had already flown into Pei Min's hand. He took the hilt of the sword, and the dusty sword grid was also exposed. On the sword grid, half of the round Yin and Yang fish was carved.

"Is it the sword of the Taoist sect?" Guo Xiaojiu was slightly surprised when he saw the original appearance of the sword.

"Yes, this sword is called Dadao, the Sword of the Supreme Yang, the sword of the Great Master of the Taoist Sect back then, and there is also a Sword of the Supreme Yin, which happens to be called Xiaodao, you must have seen it."

When Guo Xiaojiu heard the Taoist master back then, he was slightly stunned. He couldn't help but think of Fairy Ning who might have returned to Qingcheng Mountain. Her sword should be the Supreme Yin Sword.

"This is what the guy named Du used to borrow a sword to mortgage it to me. I thought it was a loss, but then I thought about it carefully.

It's not a loss." Pei Min put the avenue back to its original position, turned around and walked towards the roof.

Pei Hongluan pouted, waved her hand at Guo Xiaojiu, and signaled to follow her.

After passing through the corner of the stairs and walking up for more than ten steps, you will see the third floor of Guanjian Tower.

The third floor is very empty, with a small room on both sides of the stairs. In addition, a long sword is sacrificed in front of the wall opposite the stairs.

This sword is not as dazzling as the mountain que. There is occasionally a hint of red color in the sword body, and it will be fleeting. This sword is indeed not dazzling, but it is extremely elegant.

Seeing this sword, Guo Xiaojiu couldn't help but reach out and touched the empty sword sheath behind him. The sword sheath was always wrapped in old cloth.

He had already taken off the scabbard and gently opened the wrapped old cloth, revealing a brown scabbard.

The scabbard is very old and dignified. When he saw the sword, Guo Xiaojiu knew that the sword the master asked him to borrow was this one because he was carrying the sword sheath of the sword.

"Hmm?" Pei Min, who was originally facing his back, turned his head suddenly and saw the scabbard in Guo Xiaojiu's hand, with a hint of displeasure on his face: "Why are you like your master, not polite, and always thinking about my baby."

"Puchi" Pei Hongluan, who was standing on one side, couldn't help but be amused by this sentence.

Guo Xiaojiu was stunned and blinked his eyes, looked at the sword, then at the scabbard in his hand, and then at the old man's expression, not knowing what to do.

Relieving his mind, Guo Xiaojiu gritted his teeth and finally asked tentatively: "Uncle Master, Master said, let me borrow a sword that this sword sheath can hold."

"You can pick any sword in my building, but you won't borrow this one!" Sure enough, Pei Min had turned his head and refused cleanly.

"Uh, Uncle Master, it's hard to disobey your fate. Just be more generous. How about lending me this sword?" Guo Xiaojiu lowered his head and quietly looked at the expression on Pei Min's face with the corners of his eyes.

"It's useless to get out and mess around with me. If you don't want to borrow, you'll say you won't borrow anything." Old Master Pei Min said, with a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind came out of his sleeves and rushed towards Guo Xiaojiu's face.

"Oh!" Guo Xiaojiu, who was not prepared for the strong wind, staggered down the stairs and rolled to the corner.

"Uncle Master, please say something, you can't hit someone!" Guo Xiaojiu got up, rubbed his butt in pain, and said hurriedly.

"Hmph!" Pei Min stood at the entrance of the third floor, his beard trembled with anger, and his hands were already behind him: "Then let's talk about it!"
Chapter completed!