MTL - Immortal Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress’ Palace-Chapter 17 Sword Intent

And in the modern antique street.

If you want to buy real bronze ware, let's not talk about punishment or punishment.

Rather, there is none at all, it's all fake.

The current bronze bell also gave Chen Mo a very fake feeling, if it weren't for the simulator to expand from it to orange talent.

Chen Mo glanced at it, and he would look elsewhere.

"Father-in-law, you really have eyesight, this is something from the Southern Zhou Dynasty..." The boss saw Chen Mo playing with his hands and then looked left and right, and he immediately got up.

"Nanzhou, I think it was last week, what's the price?" Chen Mo said.

As for the Southern Zhou Dynasty, it was one of the thirteen small states in the past.

Among the thirteen countries, the Southern Zhou Dynasty was relatively strong.

The boss raised a finger.

"One hundred taels." Chen Mo frowned and said, "This is too expensive."

His yearly money, clothing, food, and so on add up to less than one hundred taels.

"Father-in-law is joking, I said one thousand taels." The boss laughed.

"One thousand taels?" Chen Mo widened his eyes and said, "Why don't you go grab it?"

"Father-in-law is joking again, I am a law-abiding commoner, how could I do something illegal." The boss said.

"…"

"Boss, do you know who our family is serving?" Chen Mo decided to use threats.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just know that my grown-up, even Eunuch Wei of the East Factory, has to give some thin noodles." The boss said flatly.

"Cough cough..."

"Excuse me, farewell."

Chen Mo knew who Eunuch Wei the boss was talking about. That was the Eunuch of the East Factory, the **** of the eunuchs, the **** in charge, and the one who served the emperor directly.

Although he couldn't confirm whether what the boss said was true or not, he would rather believe it than not.

Chen Mo can't bet.

There is no capital bet either.

As for the complaint.

Do not be silly.

I told him in the morning, but he died inexplicably at noon.

"Wait, look down on who, we bought it." Zhao Fujin stopped Chen Mo.

...

So, Chen Mo bought the small bronze bell with the silver note given by Zhao Fujin.

on the road.

Chen Mo played with the small bronze bell for a while, but didn't see anything special, and then said to Zhao Fujin, "Your Highness, the thousand taels..."

"I reward you." Zhao Fujin waved his hand.

"Your Highness is very atmospheric."

"You're welcome, just remember to call me when you leave the palace later."

Chen Mo: "Σ(?д?|||)??"

"Why, do you really think this thousand taels are for you?" Zhao Fujin gave Chen Mo an angry look.

"how come."

Chen Mo sneered, and sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

In the future, I can't leave the palace casually.

"Bring the bell," Zhao Fujin said.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Mo was stunned, thinking that Zhao Fujin was going to take it back, but even so, he gave Zhao Fujin the small bronze bell.

Who calls people to be masters?

"The thousand taels are worth the cost. This seems to be something from the Southern Zhou Dynasty." A ray of blue light flickered in Zhao Fujin's eyes, and he immediately raised his palm and brushed it over the small bronze bell.

True Qi swept through the room.

The rust on the surface of the clock is fading a little bit, revealing its original appearance.

The pattern on it is the auspicious beast and mysterious bird of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and there are characters of the Southern Zhou Dynasty on it.

"Hey, this is actually a high-grade Noble Phantasm that has been enlightened. The inscription on it should be about martial arts and martial arts, but unfortunately I don't know the writings of the Southern Zhou Dynasty." Zhao Fujin was shocked again and shook his head again.

Hearing this, Chen Mo's eyes lit up.

The classification of Noble Phantasm is the same as that of Gongfa and martial arts.

However, the rarity of Noble Phantasm is higher than that of Gongfa and martial arts, so the value of Noble Phantasm is also better.

A high-grade Xuan-rank Noble Phantasm can even be exchanged for a low-grade or middle-grade martial arts.

Not to mention that it is still open.

It means that it has been blessed by someone.

"Then the martial arts and martial arts..." Chen Mo pretended to smile.

How could Zhao Fujin not know what he meant, and said, "I'll copy it down later, and take it to the Imperial Academy for you to ask."

"Thank you, Your Highness, Di Ji." Chen Mo expressed his gratitude to Zhao Fujin from the heart, and even thought with some irony that if there is a chance next time, he will definitely take Zhao Fujin out of the palace to play.

Then he said, "Then do I need to recognize the Lord?"

Zhao Fujin glanced at Chen Mo angrily, and said, "I won't rob you. I don't like the noble treasures of the mere Xuanjie."

Chen Mo scratched his head, you are a full man who doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry.

"Drop your blood." Zhao Fujin said.

A powerful Noble Phantasm requires the unpretentious method of recognizing the Lord with a drop of blood.

Chen Mo used the fingernail of the index finger of his left hand to cut the **** of his right hand, and dripped a drop of blood on Zhong's body. As Zhao Fujin muttered for a while, the drop of blood immediately melted into the small bronze bell.

Chen Mo also felt that he had established a connection with the bronze small copper.

"How old are you?" Zhao Fujin asked.

"I just stepped into the ninth grade last night." Chen Mo said.

Zhao Fujin nodded: "With your ninth-rank strength, it's not enough to activate a high-rank Noble Phantasm. I'll teach you an object-preserving art later, so you can barely activate it once."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Chen Mo was so moved that he wanted to hug Zhao Fujin and kiss him a few times, but he didn't dare.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank you, it's just a force to mobilize, but you can't exert the power of a high-grade Xuan-rank Noble Phantasm. You must break through to the seventh-rank as soon as possible, so that you can use it at will. " Zhao Fujin said.

"Then I still have to thank Your Highness!"

"Don't forget the next time you leave the palace."

"..."

...

Shenwumen.

On the square in the inner city, stands a huge statue of about 30 feet.

The statue is majestic, holding a long sword, pointing diagonally to the sky.

This statue is the Emperor Taizu of the previous dynasty, Qin Zheng.

Originally, there was a Mian on the head of the statue, but it was removed.

The reason is that only the emperor can wear a Mian.

And the current emperor is not Qin Zheng.

On the stone platform at the foot of the statue, there is a sword mark, and there are words carved by Qin Zheng himself.

I want to forge a sword of the Son of Heaven, with the thirteen kingdoms as the front, the mountains and seas as the jaws, the five elements for the control, the yin and yang for the opening, the spring and summer for the holding, the autumn and winter for the movement, which is unparalleled in the world.

There are also notes below.

Take Shicheng Mountain in the Southern Zhou Dynasty as the tip of the sword, Mushan in Zhao State as the blade, and Chu, Qi, Yue, and Han as the spine of the sword, and…

Just by reading the words, Chen Mo felt a majestic force coming towards him.

"Do you also want to feel the sword intent on this sword mark?" Watching Chen Mo step forward to check, Zhao Fujin smiled: "My father said that the sword intent on it has long since disappeared, and now I want to feel it, it's better than going to the sky. Disaster."

However, while Zhao Fujin was talking, Chen Mo reached out and touched the sword mark.

He didn't want to comprehend any sword intent, he just wanted to expand his talent.

But when he touched it with his hand, his whole body suddenly shook, and something flashed in his mind.

"Is this... Sword Intent?"

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