I Am a Magic Sword

"Father, look at this sword!" An eleven-twelve-year-old male child rushed into the house happily, and passed the long sword in his hand to his father, his face full of joy and joy proud.

"I found it?" Child's father stared at the long sword and said with some confusion, "Where did I find it?"

"It's on the side of the road."

"How could such a good sword be picked up by the roadside?"

Child's father knew it was a good good sword at a glance.

There are no cracks, no curling edges, and no rust. You can see that it has been carefully maintained.

Who accidentally lost it?

"Tell the truth!" the man said sternly.

"Uh..." The boy hesitated for a moment, and then spoke frankly, "Today, a bad luck ghost was hit by Liu Second Young Master's car. That sword is the bad luck ghost. ...I originally wanted to pay it back, but the bad luck ghost was killed all at once."

"That's also bad luck!"

The man is nodded.

No one in Ironstone City does not know Liu Family Second Young Master. The horses of Liu Family Second Young Master are very precious. Demonic beast Lieyun horses, running with all their strength and killing a martial artist is really possible .

"This sword was knocked far away. At that time, almost everyone focused on the bad luck ghost, so I picked it up..." the boy said proudly. "After I got the sword, I was still walking in the alley for a long time, and I found no one was following, and then I went home."

Child's father speechless saying: "With your strength, you can Found that I was being followed?"

Who knows that the male child replied: "Because of my poor strength, no one will follow me! If anyone really looks at this sword, they will stand up and grab it. , I thought it over. If someone stood up and grabbed it, I would just throw the sword and run away!"

The child's father was satisfied and nodded: "Yes, you are still smart!"

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"Father, don't you just happen to lack a good weapon? I think your big sword is sharp!"

"This sword is much stronger than mine!" child His father does not have a right arm. He took the long sword with his left hand, waved it casually, and slashed it lightly on the corner of the table without any resistance. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It should be a good sword."

"That should work, right?"

"Yes!"

At this moment, there was a violent cough in the inner room, and the boy trot Just got in.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

As the boy said, he lifted a complexion pale thin woman from the bed.

"Just a little bit out of breath." The woman whispered.

"It's time to drink medicine!" The boy's father brought a bowl of steaming soup medicine with his left hand.

"en!"

The woman finished the medicine with difficulty, lay back on the bed, secretly watched her husband and son leave, tears in the corners of her eyes flowed like threads.

"Whether to bind the tenth sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Not to bind!" Chen Hao immediately replied.

Chen Hao is free again after smashing the horse.

He didn't return to the Iron Wolf Gang, and he didn't care.

The iron wolf gang members are too rubbish to find a good sword master, and he has been too high-profile recently, and too many people have been killed. The iron wolf gang’s weapons warehouse management seems to suspect him. It would be nice to start over in a different environment.

So, when the system asked him if he would bind the little boy and his father, he chose "No".

Anyway, he can confirm the binding at any time.

He is now only a top-level mortal weapon, and it can only be regarded as a valuable weapon, not a Divine Weapon essential for martial artists.

If the reputation is stinky and the reputation of doom is far-reaching, I am afraid that there will be no sword master in the future!

So, he intends to wait, if he can wait for a strong or potential sword master, then he will make a profit.

After spending a day at Fu Yuanming's house, Chen Hao probably understood the situation of the family.

Fu Yuanming is a butcher. He used to be a good martial artist, but he lost his right hand and opened a small shop selling pork in Ironstone City.

He has a son, he found Chen Hao, and a wife who has been sick in bed for many years.

Early in the morning on 2nd day, Fu Yuanming opened the shop after getting up. Business was not good in the morning, but he did not take it seriously. ,

Not long afterwards, a young man dressed as a light armored city guard came over. He seemed to know Fu Yuanming: "Brother Fu, there is a job at noon today!"

"Okay, I'll be there early!"

Before noon, Fu Yuanming closed the shop and returned home. He looked at a saber, a sword hanging on the wall.

Pull out the knife, the edge of the knife is already curled up, you don't need to work hard, and you can't even cut the pork.

He hesitated, but chose to bring a long sword and a small bag.

"Xiaowen, Chengwei called me, I'll go out!"

"en!" The voice is invisible.

Fu Yuanming left silently. He bought five steamed buns on the road. After walking several streets, he came to a square.

This square Chen Hao knows that Iron Rock City specializes in executing prisoners.

Fu Yuanming got into a small room and changed into a white coat. Chen Hao looked very familiar with this white coat.

He drew out the long sword, waved it a few times at random, and inserted the long sword into the sheath with satisfaction.

"Brother Fu, the time is up!"

"Okay!"

Fu Yuanming walked out of the small house. It was almost noon when the clouds dissipated and the hot sun Shine the earth.

The small square is surrounded by many people, among which the overwhelming majority are civilians who watch the excitement.

He walked up to the execution platform and put the steamed bun with a small burden on the side of the execution platform.

On the execution platform, three men in white clothed prison uniforms kneeled on the ground.

A City Lord Mansion official came forward and announced the crimes of the three people on the sentence stage.

The three people extinguished a wealthy family in Tieshicheng the night before. They were out of luck and happened to be hit by the city guard.

Chen Hao staying in the long sword finally knows that Fu Yunming is doing and so on!

It turned out to be the executioner!

In an instant, the middle-aged one-armed greasy uncle image in his eyes suddenly rose!

The executioner is simply one of his best sword masters!

He doesn't want to meet the protagonist of the novel who often kills people in the wild, every second.

As long as the sword master can kill a few people from time to time to feed him, he will be very satisfied!

No way, the previous sword masters were too frustrated, which made Chen Hao's requirements for the sword master much lower.

He learned a little bit, this World kills the most people or the oldest occupations.

Soldiers, killers, executioners!

He used to be idle and bored, and imagined that there could be a few sword masters of this kind of profession. He didn't expect his dream to come true now!

How about the executioner!

It's safer than soldiers and murder, and with a stable channel for receiving money, Chen Hao has not dared to desire more!

"system, bound sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Binding successfully!"

After binding successfully, Chen Hao also used the Doom Aura skill by the way Closed, for fear of accidentally killing him!

After the crime was announced, the official loudly shouted: "Execution!"

"Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is a hero again!" The first prisoner whose head was beheaded shouted loudly. Tao.

Fu Yuanming didn't have any expressions on his face, and he became numb if he listened too much.

If there is no other choice, he doesn't want to be an executioner.

Drinking a sip of strong wine and spraying on the sword, he kicked the first prisoner's back, and the prisoner plunged directly into a small reddish-brown pit. He raised the long sword with his left hand and slashed hard. .

A blood line appeared on the prisoner’s neck, and then his head fell directly into the pit, blood spurted wildly, and also poured out of the small pit, and then flowed down the sentence platform along the groove.

Fu Yuanming's hand is very steady, no drop of blood splashed outside the small pit.

The second prisoner did not have the pride of the first prisoner. He had already been terrified. He struggled desperately and his ash-gray pants were soaked with water.

Fu Yuanming remained unmoved, kicked up and decisively chopped off the second head.

"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

The third prisoner cried.

Fu Yuanming didn't speak, but kicked him indifferently into the pit.

He can't decide the life or death of the prisoner.

A wave of three kills, the tactics are simple and neat, and the continuous life force and soul are absorbed by Chen Hao, Chen Hao is too happy!