Mr. Pei Min, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs, stared at his big eyes, his beard trembled with anger, reached out to tremble and wanted to scold him, then waved his sleeves and took them back behind him.

With a stern face, he finally asked, "What qualifications do you think you have to let me lend you a sword? Don't talk about my spendthrift nephew, it doesn't work."

"Why would I leave my sword?" Guo Xiaojiu stood at the corner of the stairs, rubbed his butt, which was still painful, and glanced at his sword a few reluctantly.

"Do you know what kind of sword it is? That is Zhanlu sword. Not to mention the Tang Dynasty, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the number one sword in the world. It is a sword that has been guarded by countless people in my Jiange for hundreds of years. Even if I am willing to give you the sword, I guarantee that you can't even get out of Luoyang City." Pei Min said as he pinched his beard, with great disdain in his eyes: "What's more, can you use a sword?"

Guo Xiaojiu scratched his head and said without any confidence: "Master said, what I taught me is sword technique, but there are no swords on the island, and only this knife is left is still a barely douche."

"Bah!" Pei Min rolled his eyes unceremoniously and said, "You believe even that boy's nonsense. If you believe him, how could my four swords of the Pavilion in Jiange leave me behind?"

Guo Xiaojiu squeezed out a few smiles at Pei Min, reached out to hold the scabbard: "Uncle Shi, what you said is right, why don't we go up and talk slowly first."

"It's here." Pei Min pointed to the stairs beneath her feet and said.

"Master, I think you'd better let Xiaojiu come up." Pei Hongluan poked her head out, looked at the little lost junior nephew, shook her head and said.

"Hmph!" Pei Min was obviously still angry, and his tone was full of displeasure: "Little girl, go back for me, don't get involved in this matter. This kid has only such skills. Even my loser's nephew was not as good as my youngest nephew when he was young. Can I feel at ease to let him come up and talk to me? Then lend him the sword?"

Before Guo Xiaojiu and Pei Hongluan were happy, Pei Min poured a basin of cold water: "I think it's pretty beautiful, no way!"

Seeing that Mr. Pei Min might be really angry, Pei Hongluan could only pout and retract his little head that was poking out.

So, the old and the young stood at both ends of the stairs and looked at each other speechlessly.

It may have been a long time since Guo Xiaojiu stood up, his legs were a little numb. He wanted to change his posture several times, but when he saw that the old man was not moving, he could only continue to look at the old man.

"Okay, okay, come here!" Pei Min finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved to Guo Xiaojiu.

"Oh, Master Uncle." Guo Xiaojiu smiled and hurriedly ran up the stairs. He stepped out suddenly and almost fell on the stairs. Fortunately, he supported the ground with his hands in time.

He stood up straight, staggered upstairs, leaned against Mr. Pei Min, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Master, do you think it's better for us to sit down and talk?"

"Don't talk nonsense, help me!" Pei Min frowned, not giving Guo Xiaojiu any good face.

"Okay." Guo Xiaojiu hurriedly reached out to hold Pei Min's arm and sat down in front of the small table in the pavilion.

"Sit." Pei Min pointed to the bamboo chair on one side and said.

The two of them sat on both sides of the table and continued to look at each other.

Until her legs were not so numb, Pei Min didn't smash her mouth.

, reached out and took the teapot, poured a mouthful of herbal tea, and said, "It's not impossible to borrow a sword."

"Uncle Master, did you agree?" Guo Xiaojiu stood up with an excited look on his face, as if he had known that this would be the result.

"Yes!" Pei Min's brows relaxed, and she drank another mouthful of herbal tea: "Choose one of three conditions."

"You said that as long as it is not as far away as the 9th heaven and the moon, I will do my best." Guo Xiaojiu reached out to put his hand on the scabbard, and couldn't help but want to reach out and tap it, but finally he held it back.

"One of the things, you can beat me. You kid don't have to think about it anymore. Unless my old bone is buried, otherwise, you will never be able to beat me in your life."

As he said that, Pei Min stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Guo Xiaojiu.

After the words came, Guo Xiaojiu's smile had frozen in his face and shook his hand: "Next next."

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out a second one: "Second, you take the Dao Sword and go to the guy named Du to ask me for the sword he borrowed back then. But I think it's difficult. I can't find that guy now. Even if you can find it, it's not necessarily easier to ask for a sword from him."

"Stop, Uncle Master, please let me go." Guo Xiaojiu was stunned when he heard Pei Min's first condition. As soon as the second condition came out, Guo Xiaojiu had already sat back on the bamboo chair.

He shook his hand, stabilized his breath, and then said, "These two conditions of yours are really comparable to those of the nine days. If the third condition is no different than the previous two, you need to say nothing more. Let's discuss whether there is a better way."

"No, no, this third condition is actually very simple. My loser's nephew asked the sword world that no one can beat him, and you don't have to be like him. Now the name of the world's number one sword is hanging on my head. If you don't have to fight me, you just use the knife in your hand to make the world's number one sword, show me, show me the nephew, show this great Tang Dynasty. You are just trying to make a name for yourself."

Mr. Pei Min put down the teapot, reached out and knocked on the table, and finally a little smile appeared on his face: "How is it? You're a kid."

After hearing Pei Min's words, Guo Xiaojiu was already blushing. He wanted to get angry but didn't dare to say it. The world's number one sword? It sounds very glorious!

There are more than one million wanderers in the martial arts world, and there are outstanding talents and excellent luck. There are at least a few thousand people, countless masters, distributed in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, hidden between the mountains and the city.

Liu Binke, the first swordsman of the Luoyang Palace, is amazing enough. The first swordsman of the Tang Dynasty, he has reached the peak of the saints, but was defeated by an unknown swordsman in his early years and was on the top of Luoyang City.

The first rumored swordsman in the world is Feng Yuanyi, the first eunuch in front of the palace. In his early years, this old man killed all the people in the world. Now he has been named Duke of Qi, which is a pity that he is a eunuch.

If Guo Xiaojiu wants to get the best sword in the world, he must at least have the strength to fight this old man. This old man is indeed not as famous as his uncle, nor is it that Du Shusheng Da. But after all, he is the number one person in the court today. How easy is it to defeat him?

Even the old eunuch is far more than the number one in the court. He is also the number one in the holy realm. Apart from the few great figures in the realm of creation, who is his opponent in the entire Tang Dynasty?

"Uncle Master, there is nothing else to talk about?" Guo Xiaojiu rubbed his head and stared at Pei Min's face and asked.

"No." Pei Min had already looked away and stopped looking at him.

"You will teach me another set of sword techniques. I have to carry the Dadao Sword. If one day I meet Du Shusheng and he is very easy to talk to, maybe I can really help you get the sword back. Moreover, this is so stunning in the world, so it is not enough to suppress you." After twitching a few lightly, Guo Xiaojiu had already snatched Pei Min's teapot.

After a mouthful of herbal tea, I continued, "Besides, when I have been experiencing some unpredictable dangers, don't be vague when it's time to take action, I am the only seedling under my master."

As if seeing Guo Xiaojiu's other conditions, Pei Min hurriedly raised his hand: "Okay, okay, your shamelessness is no similar to my prodigal nephew. I will pass on you a set of Seven-Certificate Sword Techniques and make a mark for you. If anyone in this Tang Dynasty really dares to act seriously at you, I will definitely take action as soon as possible."

Seeing Pei Min generously agreeing to Guo Xiaojiu's conditions, he showed a silly smile on his face, got up, took off the old cloth behind him, and wanted to wrap the empty sword sheath and put it behind him.

"Yeah!" Pei Min also stood up and snatched the empty scabbard from Guo Xiaojiu's hand: "This scabbard is good, you can't use this thing for the time being. It's just right to leave it in the building to hold my baby. Moreover, you don't leave anything behind, just want to get so many benefits from me. If it is spread, where will my old face be put?"

He ignored Guo Xiaojiu anymore. Pei Min had turned around like a child and walked towards the priest Zhan Lu Jian, looking happy.

"What you always say makes sense." Guo Xiaojiu stretched out his thumb, but shook his head. Today, he was defeated by this old man. He was wandering around the world, so how could he not get a knife?

"By the way, Hongluan, you can pass on the seventh certificate of sword technique to Xiaojiu, and bring the Great Dao Sword with you." Pei Min did not forget to turn around and ask Pei Hongluan, who was already standing on the side of the table.

It is an instructor, and it also means giving away guests.

After Guo Xiaojiu got up and bowed, he didn't want to stay in this building for a moment. His opinion of this old man had changed from being afraid of seeing him at the beginning, but he never wanted to see him now.

As the evening approached, Guo Xiaojiu walked out of the Guanjian Tower. Behind him, he no longer had the empty sword sheath wrapped in old cloth, but there was really a sword, the Dao Sword of the Dao Sect.

After bowing to Pei Hongluan, the young master who was sent out of the building, he turned around and left resolutely. He did not look back, but waved and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

Just as he stepped into the bamboo forest, the window on the top floor of Guanjian Tower was pushed open again, and the old voice sounded in his ears again: "Xiaojiu, don't worry about this matter. You are still very young. I, the old man, can live for at least twenty or thirty years. You have at least ten or eight years to make a slow move."

"Hey!" Guo Xiaojiu turned around and wanted to say something. The window was quickly closed, and there was no old man who made him feel so bad.

But I could still see the little teacher Pei Hongluan who stuck out his tongue and made a face at him.
Chapter completed!