The Journey of Immortality of the Peerless Medical Concubine

"Oh, the ninth level is the Floating Dust Sword, then what is the eighth level?"

The sword on the seventh floor has its own will, so what great treasure will be on the eighth floor? When Wen Liuli thought of this, he couldn't help but become curious.

"There are only two swords on the eighth floor. You will know when you see it."

Smiling, Tang Tianyu did not stay on the seventh floor. He turned around and pulled Wen Liuli to the eighth floor.

The moment Wen Liuli stepped onto the stairs, she felt an invisible sense of oppression, as if preventing her from moving forward.

However, this feeling of oppression only lasted for a moment and then disappeared.

This made Wen Liuli look at Tang Tianyu involuntarily. Could it be that he had done something?

Just when the two of them stepped into the eighth floor, something unexpected happened. One of the swords that was originally standing in the center was unsheathed without any warning and went straight towards Wen Liuli.

Tang Tianyu's eyes fixed upon seeing this, and he reached out to knock it down, but was stopped by Wen Liuli.

"and many more!"

As Wen Liuli finished her words, the long sword that was originally flying towards Wen Liuli stopped one foot in front of her and stopped moving.

"I recognize this sword!"

Before Tang Tianyu could ask, Wen Liuli suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Tang Tianyu's pupils shrank. You still recognize the sword? But what is this sword going to do? Looking at this posture, it seems that it wants to recognize Wen Liuli as its master.

But Wen Liuli isn’t even a warrior, so how could the sword recognize her as its master?

"Why is this sword here?"

Tang Tianyu was puzzled, and Wen Liuli was even more puzzled. Did she really recognize this sword?

"I don't know. Rumor has it that after the sword tower was built, this sword flew here by itself. No one knows its origin, and no one knows what the sword is called."

"When I summoned the sword, all the swords in the Mingjian Tower came out, except for this one. It has never moved."

"You flew here by yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Liuli's eyes immediately focused. This sword can fly over by itself?

The movement in the Mingjian Tower was naturally noticed by Wei Teng and others. In just a few blinks of an eye, the brothers Wei Teng and Wei Tong appeared on the eighth floor of the Mingjian Tower.

As soon as they arrived, they both saw a scene that shocked them.

This nameless sword actually stopped in front of Wen Liuli at this moment. It looked like it wanted to recognize Wen Liuli as its master.

You know, even the founder of the Mingjian Pavilion didn't know the origin of this sword, and no one has ever been able to pull out this sword.

"Ari, what do you mean by you know this sword?"

"This sword is the Sword of Benevolence, Zhanlu. It is the sword of China. It disappeared eight hundred years ago."

"what?"

Hearing this, Tang Tianyu's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at the sword in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

Not to mention him, even Wei Teng and Wei Tong saw this sword unsheathed for the first time. They did not expect that such a beautiful sword was hidden in the rusty scabbard.

Yes, this sword can absolutely be described as beautiful.

The sword body is less than three feet long, which is the optimal length for a sword. It exudes a black sword light all over. Although it is black, it gives people a feeling of righteousness.

"What is the origin of this sword?"

This question was not asked by Tang Tianyu, but by Wei Teng who was standing beside him. The origin of this sword has been a mystery since the founding of the Mingjian Pavilion. The ancestors of all generations have studied it, and they only know that this sword is extraordinary, but no one has ever known even a little bit about the origin of this sword.

"This sword was made by the famous craftsman Ou Yezi in the Spring and Autumn Period. The blade is three inches long, the handle is one inch long, the blade is seven fen thick, and it weighs three pounds and two ounces. It is called Zhanlu, and it is the sword of benevolence."

"The righteousness of the sword lies in the ruler's virtue. If the sword is in the country, it will prosper. If the ruler is unrighteous, the sword will fly and the country will be ruined."

"The magic of this sword lies in that it is the essence of five metals and the sun. It is magical when it is used and powerful when it is wielded."

"In the past, Zhanlu was an extremely sharp sword and an exquisite eye."

"Eight hundred years ago, the famous general Yue Fei died tragically, and this sword disappeared along with him. I never thought it would be here!"

There is actually another reason why Wen Liuli knew about this sword, which is that this sword is one of the ten famous swords in China, second only to the Xuanyuan Sword.

She had also seen a netizen draw a picture of this sword on the Internet. It couldn't be said to be very similar, it was exactly the same.

When she saw the sword, she asked Wen Gongliang, and Wen Gongliang patiently explained to her the origin of the sword.

In addition, Wen Gongliang had told her about the ten famous swordsmen, so she knew them.

It can be said that the main reason why she knew the ten famous swords was that she had seen the Zhanlu Sword before.

Because of this sword that was completely black and seamless, what she saw was not its sharpness, but its generosity and kindness.

Only such a sword can be called a good sword.

Perhaps, among all the swords Wen Liuli has seen, except for Tang Tianyu's Emperor Wu Sword, this Zhanlu Sword can probably be called the best one.

"Ou Yezi? Yue Fei? Why have we never heard of him? Where is China?"

After hearing Wen Liuli's explanation, Wei Teng and Wei Tong became more and more confused. You've been talking for such a long time, but I still don't know the origin of this sword.

However, it can be heard that this sword is absolutely a peerless sword, and just looking at its appearance, it is probably even inferior to the Fuchen Sword mentioned above.

"Um... it's a very ancient country. It's normal that you don't know about it. Anyway, this sword is very good."

Wen Liuli couldn't explain clearly what China was at the moment, and she had no intention of explaining it. Even if she told you, you wouldn't understand.

"Master Wei, I have an unwelcome request."

After looking at Zhan Lu, Wen Liuli curled her lips and said to Wei Teng.

"This sword is a treasure of China. I want to take it back with me. I wonder if Pavilion Master Wei is willing to give it up?"

If it was any other sword, Wen Liuli might not care so much, but this thing is a national treasure and it cannot be allowed to stay here.

"This……"

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Wei Teng's face.

The Zhanlu Sword has been in the Mingjian Pavilion for a hundred years. They have long regarded it as a treasure of the Mingjian Pavilion. Although no one can use it, it is not something that can be given away just like that.

"I'll trade you the Wu Wang Sword!"

At this moment, Tang Tianyu on the side suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Wei Teng's eyes suddenly lit up. The Wu Wang Sword, one of Tang Tianyu's swords, was a truly great thing.

You know, in this famous sword pavilion, apart from the floating dust on the top floor, the only grandmaster's sword is the other one on the eighth floor. And the Wuwang Sword is not inferior to that sword.

The sword is called Liuying, and it was the sword of the first master of Mingjian Pavilion. It is the second most valuable treasure of Mingjian Pavilion after Fuchen.

It is also the 82nd ranked sword in the world's magical weapons list.

The Wuwang Sword is ranked even higher than the Lueying Sword, at 43rd place.

"Does King Wu really mean what he said?"

"When have you ever seen me go back on my word?"

"it is good!"

Exchanging Zhanlu for King Wu's Sword is a great deal.

Apart from other things, the Wuwang Sword can be used. Although the Zhanlu Sword is also a precious sword, no one can use it. What is the difference between it and a mascot?

"Old Bai..."

Wen Liuli curled her lips when she heard this. Although she didn't know what the King Wu Sword was, she could tell from Wei Teng's expression that it was definitely a rare sword.

Named after King Wu, it must be the sword that Tang Tianyu once carried with him.

"It doesn't matter."

As if knowing what Wen Liuli wanted to say, Tang Tianyu smiled and stroked her head.

He had three swords in his life, one of which was the Wuwang Sword, which he used when he was young. After the battle with Japan, he felt that the Wuwang Sword was not enough, so he changed to another sword.

And that sword, named Tai'a, is the sixteenth-ranked sword in the world's divine weapons list.

Tang Tianyu used the Taia Sword until he entered the Changsheng Gate and obtained the Wudi Sword. After that, he never used any other sword again.

He never used the Tai'a Sword and the King Wu Sword again.

Seeing this Zhanlu now, Tang Tianyu felt that it was a great bargain. Based on his understanding of swords, this Zhanlu could definitely be ranked in the top ten, or even the top five, of the world's magical weapons.

This can no longer be described as a good deal, it is simply a huge profit.

Of course, the most important thing is that Wen Liuli is happy.

Seeing Wei Teng nod, Wen Liuli also carefully reached out to the hilt of the Zhanlu sword in front of him.

At the moment when Wen Liuli's hand touched the hilt of the sword, an astonishing sword light burst out from the Zhanlu sword. Except for Tang Tianyu, everyone present couldn't help but take two steps back and looked at the sword in Wen Liuli's hand with horror.

The sword itself is so imposing, I wonder what it would be like in use.

Unfortunately, it only recognizes Wen Liuli.

"Zhanlu, would you like to go home with me?"

Holding the Zhanlu sword, Wen Liuli's eyes gleamed as he stared closely at the sword in front of him.

As if it understood Wen Liuli's words, the Zhanlu Sword trembled slightly twice, as if to say that it was willing.

Seeing this, Wen Liuli was delighted. Born as a Chinese soul, dead as a Chinese ghost! This is true for people and swords.

At this moment, only she understood the joy of holding the sword in her hand. It was a feeling of returning to one's arms.

It is the same blood as his former master, the same Yanhuang blood.

And the home that Wen Liuli meant was not returning to Donghuang City or Prince Wu’s Mansion, but Zhanlu’s home.

The home that has inherited five thousand years of civilization.

Wen Liuli didn't know how this sword came to the Changsheng Realm, but now that she had seen it, she would definitely bring the sword back to her homeland one day.

Sensing Zhan Lu's thoughts, Wen Liuli smiled slightly, then reached out to take the scabbard.

Just as she raised her hand, the scabbard seemed to have a spirit and flew into her hand on its own.

Immediately afterwards, Zhanlu was sheathed, and the scabbard suddenly trembled, and the originally rusty surface actually emitted a golden light.

After a moment, the rust on the scabbard disappeared, replaced by an antique look, completely different from the previous appearance that had been eroded by time.

Falling into Wen Liuli's hands, the Zhanlu sword seemed to be reborn, emitting its former glory.

"let's go!"