Martial Daoist of One Piece

Weng~

A slight wave attracted Wushuang, but the big Lolita on the side didn't hear anything. She looked at Wushuang in shock, wondering why he wanted to enter this shabby sword shop.

Yes, this store is in a state of disrepair. The big plaque on the door has the word "Jian" written in cursive script, and the threshold is full of holes. Those who don't know better might think that this store has been robbed.

Inside the shop, there was an old man with a bald spot in the middle of his head and semi-circular hair on his temples, sitting lazily in the cabinet and taking a nap.

The bubbles in his nose were getting bigger and smaller. It goes without saying that the old man slept very comfortably, and his snoring could be heard ten meters away.

Wushuang looked inside. There were various kinds of sword weapons such as samurai swords, long swords, European gauntlets and so on.

Weng~

He seemed to hear another soft moan, and he unconsciously walked towards a shelf.

There was a samurai sword on the shelf that was slightly gleaming and had a black sheath and hilt.

The sword is over three feet long, and its slender blade makes it look particularly pretty.

"slow down"

Just when Wushuang was about to reach out for the knife, a loud shout stopped him.

Looking back, he found that it was this old man. He took off his glasses and walked over. He looked at Wushuang seriously, and then a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"How old is this little guy? You must know that this knife is extremely dangerous, and you are too young to use such a dangerous weapon."

"Old man, I am seventeen this year. I felt something calling me, so I came in to take a look."

Wushuang answered truthfully, which made the old man flash a hint of surprise.

If he only went into the store to buy a sword out of curiosity and wanted to see the sword, he wouldn't care. After all, dozens of unlucky people have been injured by the sword energy.

But I have never heard of a person being called. This young man

I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhi

"Hahahaha, the little guy is not old but he likes to lie. It's good that the sword has spirit, but that is a realm only for high-level swordsmen. How old are you, how can you feel this way?

Go home quickly, the sword has no eyes, don’t hurt yourself.”

The old man shook his head indifferently, then turned back and prepared to continue sleeping.

Weng~

But at this moment, there was another soft groan, and the old man's steps stopped instantly, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"It's this voice that seems to be calling me."

"Boy, did you really hear something?"

The old man didn't stop because he heard the sound, but he just felt another momentum spreading around him.

The sword seller must know about swords, and he is basically a swordsman. He can still feel the power of the sword. This has never happened before.

"Of course, why else would I come here?"

Wushuang rolled his eyes. This old man is so verbose. He has been explaining himself for so long, but he didn't even show me the knife. He couldn't even check the quality of the goods when he was selling them. Can he still do business well?

"This sword is the treasure of my store here, but since this store opened 60 years ago, no less than 1 people have seen this sword, but none of them can take it away, little guy, do you know why is that"

"How could I possibly know"

Wushuang shook his head, and then secretly shouted in his heart:

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bsp;"Wang Ba, what's going on? Could this knife be some kind of magical weapon?"

"Black Knife Shadow: It is neither a great thing nor a good thing, but it is beyond both, and it seems to be a cursed sword. No one knows what the specific curse is."

"This knife is called Shadow. My father got it from an ancient underwater ruins when he was out exploring.

Because anyone who pulls it out will basically be injured by the sword energy, no one has been able to use it. Therefore, my father made a promise that whoever can pull out the black sword without any harm can directly take the sword away. The store will not take any money. "

The old man was almost spitting out what he said, and Wushuang almost understood it. It turned out that whoever could pull it out would be given away for free.

He picked his nose and muttered nonchalantly:

"Isn't it just a knife? How could it be so evil?"

"You know shit, do you know that tens of thousands of people have been injured by sword energy? Why is my store so broken? It's just that the sword energy ripples when they pull it out. That's why my store is in such a broken state. "

The store opened by the old man is not a quiet business, but it is very popular. People come here to buy weapons when there is nothing wrong, and life is good.

But every once in a while, someone came to challenge the sword. The moment they pulled out the sword, the sword energy was floating in the room. At first, the old man repaired it, but then it became too many times and he simply didn't bother to do it. If it broke, just break it. , anyway, all the regular customers are here

bass

"What's so great about sword energy? Why don't you come out and say hello?"

"what"

The old man's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his chin dropped to the ground, because he saw that Wushuang had pulled out the sword and shook several sword flowers in his hand, but not a trace of sword energy appeared.

"Uh"

The key point is that this guy is still urging the sword energy to come out, but this sword seems to have taken laxatives today and has no sword energy at all.

"What the hell is going on?"

The old man's mouth widened again, and Wushuang walked up to him at this moment, raised the long sword in his hand, and asked doubtfully:

"Old man, is your sword fake? Could it have been stolen? There is no sword spirit at all. Look."

Wushuang held the knife and kept shaking it in front of the old man's eyes, and the old man was staring at the knife.

Because for a long time, whenever someone pulled out a knife, piles of sword energy would immediately appear, so every time the knife was only pushed back one-third of the way out by the old man.

Therefore, he had never seen the complete form of the shadow. Now he put on his glasses and stared at the blade carefully. He saw that it was covered with shimmering black. This was not paint, but the original color of the metal.

As we all know, all colors are reflective, except black, which absorbs light. However, this black knife, which is obviously a matte color, shines with a slight cold light.

There were wavy lines on the edge of the knife, and then the old man smiled proudly and said:

"Look at the edge of this knife. The three wavy lines are extremely sharp. You can tell at a glance that it is well made and is definitely genuine."

"Old man, are you stupid? There are three wavy patterns here. There is obviously only one, okay?"

"Uh"

The old man held up the frame of the mirror and looked at it carefully again, and then found a wave pattern, two, three, and four.

Wiping his eyes and glasses hard, he finally realized that he must be old, otherwise how could he not be able to see clearly the wavy lines?

"This should be sword energy."

After thinking for a long time, the old man frowned and said something