"My name is Wuling, don't forget!"

Wuling shouted at the door, but Zhao Jia's figure did not turn his head and disappeared into the night in just a while.

Wu Ling shook his head and smiled, "What an interesting weirdo!"

After seeing Zhao Jia leave, Xu Shan, who was always on guard against Zhao Jia, breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Jia's every move was simple and without any extra movements, which made him unable to find a flaw.

Xu Shan has been traveling around the country for so many years, and he has seen two or three of the top ten people in the younger generation of swords.

But none of them are as flawless as Zhao Jia.

The boy in front of him looked like a dormant beast with deep eyes, but it gave people the feeling of being a dormant beast.

Wuling walked to the side of the fire and sat cross-legged, then placed the sword box horizontally on his legs. The sword box was spliced ​​with bamboo boards. The surface was a few shallow sword marks, and there was no decoration or pattern on it, which was extremely ordinary.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Ling decided to open the sword box and take a look.

"Thirteen years?"

Wu Ling thought of the name of the sword and raised a curve of smile on his lips, "It's really a sloppy name."

The sword that took thirteen years to travel through the Thirteen Kingdoms is called Thirteen Years?

There are fourteen countries in Jiuzhou, and it took fourteen years to forge a sword. Wouldn't the name of the sword be called fourteen years? If there were only twelve countries in Jiuzhou, but it took fourteen years to forge a sword, how should we name it?

Wuling guessed that this name was mostly chosen by Zhao Jia.

Wuling gently broke the lid of the sword box and opened it without much effort. It was not like those hidden sword boxes cleverly created using mechanisms. It needed to press the mechanism to open it.

The moment the sword box was opened, facing the fire, you could feel a chill coming towards you. Inside the sword box, a long sword without a scabbard was lying quietly in it, and the smooth sword body was filled with a cold light.

Show your sharpness!

Just one glance, such a word appeared in Wuling's mind.

Wu Ling put the lid on the ground, took out the sword from the sword box, and placed it horizontally in front of him towards the fire. The sword was three feet long and nearly three fingers wide, without a sword ridge, and weighed slightly heavier than the Wanghou Sword.

When a sword-caster is casting a sword, he usually hammers the seals he has carved in advance on the sword.

And there are no letters on the sword.

This proves that the name of Thirteen Years was chosen by Zhao Jia.

Wuling gently stroked the sword body of the long sword with his sword finger, and then bounced the tip of the sword with his finger. A crisp sound was like a rock falling into a valley and flat lake, making people calm down.

Even if Wu Ling doesn't come into contact with many swords, he can still know that this is a good sword.

Chen Dou, who was on the carriage outside the temple, felt a pity when he heard this sound, "It's a pity that he was in a spiritless land, otherwise he wouldn't have become an ethereal sword."

If it is in a land with spirits, this sword will most likely become a spiritual sword born with a sword spirit.

There are not many spiritual swords in the world that have natural sword spirits.

And now there are very few people who can forge a natural sword spirit sword.

Xu Shan said with great excitement: "Young Master, this is a good sword. It seems that even the Youhuang Sword won the championship in the Longquan Sword Tomb Sword Competition three years ago."

Wu Ling said curiously: "Brother Xu has seen Youhuang Sword?"

Xu Shan said: "I went to the sword competition scene with King Wu three years ago."

Wu Ling asked, "I heard that Zhao Jiangnan pulled out the giant sword from Longquan Sword Tomb, is it true?"

Xu Shan nodded and said, "I was not sure before, but it was confirmed a few days ago that Mr. Zhao did pull out the giant god bone, and the Longquan Sword Tomb has allowed Mr. Zhao to carry the sword on his body!"

Thinking of the thorn that was fearless for the heavens and the earth, Wu Ling couldn't help but grin, "I haven't embarrassed my aunt."

Zhao Jiangnan is the son of his second aunt.

In his early years, his aunt was treated unfairly at Longquan Sword Tomb, and then in anger he took Zhao Jiangnan back to the Wu Palace to live for three years.

Zhao Jiangnan came to King Wu's Mansion without any chance of seeing each other.

A few days later, relying on his natural divine power, he beat up each of his peers in the King Wu Mansion, which made King Wu Mansion complain.

Wu Ling was almost beaten, but his aunt happened to see it and stopped him.

Xu Shan said: "I heard that in order to train Mr. Zhao in Longquan Sword Tomb, he did not take him to Tianmu Mountain in Yuguo this time, but let him go alone. As for Mr. Zhao's departure time, we should walk slowly and we should meet him in the border town with Yuguo."

"Yeah?"

Wu Ling smiled and suddenly hesitated whether to meet Zhao Jiangnan.

After all, this guy still owes him thirty taels of silver.

Wuling and Xu Shan didn't talk for long.

Xu Shan knew more than anyone what resting meant to those who were rushing to the road. After seeing Wuling not asking, Xu Shan closed his eyes and started to rest.

Soon the temple became quiet, leaving only the sound of heavy rain outside.

Tonight was undoubtedly a difficult night for Wuling.

The first time I went out far away, I encountered such a heavy autumn rain at night, and I was inevitably filled with sorrow of parting.

Wuling added dry firewood to the bonfire, then walked to the pillar and sat down, facing the broken window of the deserted temple. He stared at the dripping rain outside the window for a while, but Wuling still had no sleepiness.

When he was free, Wuling gently pulled the King's Sword out of the scabbard and looked at it.
Chapter completed!