No wonder Heavenly Dao refuses to believe it.

Jing Ke has been searching around the earth for thousands of years, and even Sikong Jiu himself has secretly searched for it, but the two of them have not even found the slightest clue.

How long has Xu Lai been on Earth?

A year?

Half?

As a result, Xu said that the key was in his hand.

Sikong Jiu only felt that his heart was beating rapidly, and he couldn't bear this huge psychological gap.

I want to come in the way of heaven.

The ninth key should be found by him.

"Thorn"

Xu Lai threw the Wuzheng sword, and the sword body sank into the ground three inches, and the sword body devoured the gaze of the Heavenly Dao like an abyss.

Because it was densely covered with rust that looked like words, as if it had just been picked up from an abandoned construction site, it was cloud rust.

"This sword is ...... It's the key!"

Heavenly Dao Sikong Jiu recognized the sword at a glance, and he was stunned and wanted to slap himself a few big mouths.

He had long paid attention to this sword sealed under the Penglai Sword Shrine, at that time there was only a hilt of the Wuzheng Sword, and the sword body was later reforged.

At the time, I never thought it was strange, and I didn't even bother to pay attention to it!

Now that the sword body and the hilt of the sword are one, the sense of vicissitudes of time comes to his face, and in a trance, Sikong Jiu almost dreams back to a hundred epochs ago.

He stretched out his small white hand, trying to touch the key.

But I don't know what I thought, and at the moment when I was about to touch the Wuzheng Sword, I instantly retracted my hand.

This small detail made Xu Lai's eyes flicker.

Sikong Jiu also noticed that there was something wrong with his actions just now, so he couldn't help but change the topic with a smile, and he was a rainbow fart at Xu Lai.

What is the first person in the ages, what luck blessing, what is the chosen one, otherwise how can you find the key?

Xu Lai didn't interrupt, laughing and listening to Sikong Jiu's praise.

This blow is an hour.

I have to say that Tiandao is also a talent, and he actually turned over tricks and boasted for an hour, and he didn't have the same at all.

An hour later another hour was spoken.

At this time, Sikong Jiu finally ran out of words, and he no longer spoke fluently, but stammered and looked at Xu Lai in despair, hoping that Lord Emperor Zun would take the initiative to interrupt this awkward conversation.

"Want to drink?"

Xu Lai picked up the teacup and asked with a smile.

Sikong Jiu nodded again and again, and quietly swallowed his saliva, he sniffed out that the tea leaves were picked from the Hongmeng tea tree.

This is a sacred tree of tea ceremony, and a piece of tea is enough to set off a bloody storm in the fairy realm.

"Let's talk about the origin of this sword. Xu came to the jaw.

"This ......"

Sikong Jiu hesitated again and again before he whispered: "Emperor Zun, I have had amnesia before, and I don't remember many things. ”

"I'll give you another piece of Hongmeng tea. ”

"Emperor, I have amnesia. ”

"Two pieces. ”

"Emperor, this is not a matter of tea, it is ......"

"Five pieces. ”

"Emperor Zun, I remember!"

Sikong Jiu's expression suddenly became excited: "Look at my brain, why did I suddenly remember it." ”

Xu Lai seemed to be smiling, and with a wave of his hand, the teacup flew in front of Tiandao.

Sikong Jiu smiled.

He actually really had amnesia, but the tea leaves of the five Hongmeng tea trees were so fragrant that they made him instantly recall a certain dusty memory.

took the teacup and drank it to moisten his throat, Sikong Jiu sighed for a long time: "Emperor, in fact, I don't remember much, but this sword ...... In fact, there is more than one reincarnation. ”

A reincarnation is a hundred epochs.

"Every reincarnation, a new cloud of water rust will appear on the Wuzheng Sword. Engraved on it is ......"

Sikong Jiu couldn't help but pause when he said this, as if he was thinking about how to describe it more accurately.

"Immortal scriptures. Xu Lai said lightly.

"Whew. ”

Sikong Jiu actually laughed out loud, and looked at Xu Lai with some disgust: "You are all old-fashioned...... Uh, uh, uh. ”

Seeing Xu Lai's smiling expression, Tiandao panicked in his heart and slapped himself directly.

Sikong Nine, Sikong Nine.

What are you inflating?

Sitting in front of you, you are the Lord of the Immortal Realm!

Sikong Jiu, sitting on the sofa, his body is no longer in a relaxed posture, and he sits extremely upright:

"Emperor, cloud water rust has never been an immortal scripture. It is only because no one has ever been able to study the water rust that it has been called the immortal scripture over time. ”

"Never?"

Xu Lai stared straight at Tiandao.

"Yes. ”

Sikong Jiu's scalp was numb when he was seen, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at the eyes as deep as the starry sky, and said in a very solemn tone:

"No one. ”

“......”

Xu Lai was silent for a long time.

Originally, he couldn't see through the clouds and rust, but it was his wife Ruan Tang who recorded thirty-six characters from the golden light.

It was only then that he could study the 100 names recorded in the first character.

"But this sword has a long history, Emperor Zun, you must keep it. ”

Tiandao hesitated again and again before he cautiously said: "I don't know the specific effect of this sword, but in terms of hardness, it is no different from an imperial weapon." ”

"Oh?"

Xu Lai was a little surprised, he had never used this sword before, and he really didn't know anything about it.

He flicked his fingers away.

A blow that could make the quasi-emperor's weapon shatter could not even leave the slightest trace on the sword.

Sikong Jiu said more or less, but it was basically inconsequential news.

Xu Lai didn't delve into it, waved his hand, and Tiandao happily left with five pieces of Hongmeng tea.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Xu Lai went to the kindergarten on time to pick up his daughter.

Yiyi was very well-behaved, standing in front of the garden and waving goodbye to Qian Xiao and teacher Miao Momo.

It's that Qian Xiao has always been in a low mood, and he obviously has a strong smile, like a powerless appearance that has been destroyed by life.

Holding the cloud candy in his hand, Qian Xiao didn't eat a bite, but sat on the swing and looked at the faintly white crescent moon in the sky.

As a teacher in the kindergarten, Miao Momo is responsible for the daily life of these 30 children in the kindergarten.

I especially care about Qian Xiao.

Because Teacher Miao knows that Qian Xiao's parents have been very busy, and the little guy has endured loneliness that should not belong to this age.

"Comfort him. ”

The sensual Miao Momo's eyes were red, and she quietly walked behind Qian Xiao, looking at the lonely and thin figure, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Although Qian Xiao is sometimes very underwhelmed, he is still a child, and he is at a psychologically sensitive and fragile age, and he needs correct guidance and comfort.

Miao Momo was about to reach out and put her hand on Qian Xiao's shoulder, and when she comforted the young man, she heard Qian Xiao suddenly sigh:

"If I were sixteen, I would stand downstairs in your house and shout out that I like you. ”

"Huh?"

Miao Momo was stunned, and her hand froze in the air.

Qian Xiao was immersed in his own world, obviously not noticing that there was anyone behind him, and continued:

"If I were twenty-six, I would hold you and whisper in your ear that I love you. ”

"But I'm only six years old, I can't give you anything, and I'm going to go to kindergarten tomorrow. ”

Qian Xiao patted his chest painfully, and choked up: "Big sister, I like you so much!"