It was also a meticulous process of sharpening the sword.

Sword intent, erhu.

A character from the storm and clouds appeared in Chen Changsheng's mind.

The Heavenly Sword, nameless.

He looked at the old man who played the erhu with a smile.

At the same time, Wuming also noticed the existence of the young man in a commoner at the city gate.

He held the erhu in his hand, and on the one hand he expressed his love for the world and tempered his own sword intent.

On the other hand, the sound of the erhu is used to influence the emotions of others, and to strengthen one's own sword heart through all kinds of sentient beings.

He sat cross-legged here for a whole morning, and everything went wrong. Everyone was affected by the sound of the erhu, which touched his sadness.

However, only the young man in common clothes in front of him was not affected at all.

Even when Wuming looked carefully, the face of the young man in a common man seemed so blurred.

The dignified swordsman has naturally extremely sharp eyesight.

But Wuming just saw the appearance of the young man in a civilian clearly, the image in his mind would quickly fade away in the next second.

Looking up to the mountains.

At this moment, such an enlightenment suddenly appeared in Wuming's heart.

Could the person in front of you be a grand master who has not been born for a long time?

Wuming slowly stood up, he took the initiative to greet Chen Changsheng and bowed.
Chapter completed!