Chongxuan Zhenjun smiled faintly.

I feel that it is definitely worth it to make such a change and a little taste and aesthetic sacrifice, and I don't need to write about it.

Just like just now, if Ning Qingqiu hadn't been so excited, he would have directly skipped this stubble just now and led them in.

Then he explained lightly: "Besides, the Dugu Sect Master of Hanging Mountain is coming back, we can't just say nothing, right?"

It's all about making a warm welcome.

The corners of Ning Qingqiu's mouth stiffened again at this time.

Wait a minute...... Which pot is this, why is it always mentioned that Dugu Sect Master, Qiye's father, this is deliberately said to her?

The rhythm of the ugly daughter-in-law who wants to see her in-laws?

Ning Qingqiu felt that he was a little erratic when he walked.

And then—

He suddenly turned his eyes to look at Qiye: "Wait a minute, the sect master of the Hanging Mountain is called the Dugu sect master, that is to say, your father's surname is Dugu?!"

Nanaya nodded faintly, obviously not understanding what her surprise was.

But-

That didn't prevent him from answering her questions.

Ning Qingqiu's voice was tense, like a tightened string: "In other words, as his son and the future master of the Hanging Mountain, you ...... It's seven nights alone, not seven nights?!"

But she always thought that seven nights were seven nights.

His name is two words.

Is it now to tell her that everything is her own misunderstanding?

The man in his own house is called Dugu Qiye......

Was she the last person to know about it?

Ning Qingqiu felt that life was really embarrassing to the point of no return.

Everyone looked at her like this, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

This is also helpless.

Qiye sighed and touched her head: "Even I can't remember my surname, I only know who my name is, I am Qiye, and it's only Qiye, is it because after you know my full name, you plan to call me by name and surname?"

He deliberately avoided the important and trivialized.

Actually, I really didn't take this seriously.

Although he didn't know how Ning Qingqiu could reflect this matter so much, his intuition still made Qiye take the most suitable way.

Ning Qingqiu really burst into tears and laughed.

The dark clouds of depression in my heart are like being blown away by the wind.

That's right, seven nights are seven nights, and they are Ning Qingqiu's seven nights, Dugu seven nights...... This name sounds lonely and unfamiliar, like a lonely walker who walks alone in the dark with caries, and this name is not very good.

But Ning Qingqiu naturally couldn't educate his own men to forget their ancestors to betray their ancestors, so he just let go of this topic.

Chongxuan Zhenjun didn't expect that he could stab the hornet's nest with any random sentence.

It is also a more diligent introduction to the current effect of the Heart Refining Sword.

"Autumn Water Divine Sword...... I have never heard of the name of this sword before, but its effect is indeed very powerful, at first I didn't want to think about your instructions, I was reluctant to smelt part of it to reforge the heart refining sword, fortunately, this sword is spiritual, so you can even sacrifice yourself to refine the heart ......"

Chongxuan Zhenjun is a true master who loves refining weapons, so he always has a heartfelt true affection for weapons, especially in the face of such a weapon that is almost the same as the formation of human minds and emotions, and there is a deep expectation and love.

Of course, this is not a fetish.

It's a craftsman who really has such deep feelings for his works and similar works, which is very pure and true.

The look on Ning Qingqiu's face was a little strange.

If you want to say happy, that's of course, but it's not always true.

Qiushui Divine Sword, Heavenly Desolate Sword, Heart Refining Sword, none of these are the divine objects that other sword cultivators dream of, and now they basically have all of them all at once, and they really have the feeling of being an emperor in ancient times, the three palaces and six courtyards hug left and right, but they don't feel happy.

No matter what kind of feelings he is for, Ning Qingqiu is more single-minded.

The same is true of the love for the Seven Nights, and the same is true for the cherishing of his own weapons.

The corners of Ning Qingqiu's eyes and eyebrows were full of the word expectation.

Heavy Xuan Zhenjun cherished and recounted from his refining furnace, that is, from the majestic miracle crater created by heaven and earth, he took out a heart refining sword like a flood of autumn water.

Yes, this time the refiner was very successful.

At least the appearance and beauty value of the Heart Refining Sword are almost off the charts.

They can all be called a little Qiushui Divine Sword.

But Ning Qingqiu's face did not have any joy, but instead carried worry and a subtle fear hidden in his eyes that was invisible.

Because she was really afraid, the Heart Refining Sword was no longer the Heart Refining Sword.

It doesn't matter what her appearance becomes, she doesn't judge people by her appearance...... The one who takes the sword.

Otherwise, at that time, I wouldn't have taken a fancy to the black scale sword with a black appearance at a glance in the Thousand Machine Building, if I didn't take a fancy to this sword, where would I find that hidden under such an appearance was an artifact like the Heavenly Desolate Sword?

Chongxuan Zhenjun was naturally extremely intelligent, and when he saw what Ning Qingqiu was thinking, he immediately relieved her worries.

"When you touch it, you can recognize that it hasn't changed. ”

Ning Qingqiu stretched out his hand and touched it.

The sword body is as smooth as snow, with a hint of strangeness.

But soon, she was captured by the familiarity that penetrated deep into her bone marrow, it was like the kind of existence that flowed in her blood and could resonate with her soul.

Ning Qingqiu almost burst into tears.

Holding the Heart Refining Sword in both hands, a bright and soft light began to erupt from its blade.

It is the light of new life, representing hope and joy.

Almost, they just want to lose each other.

From then on, man and sword will never be separated.

Qiye stood behind Ning Qingqiu, stepped forward, and gently hugged her shoulder.

The two glanced at each other, both with a knowing smile and a tacit understanding.

Ning Qingqiu took out the Heavenly Desolate Sword behind his back, and then re-carried the refining heart.

He handed the Heavenly Desolate Sword in Chongxuan Zhenjun's hand.

Chongxuan Zhenjun was still confused, obviously not understanding what Ning Qingqiu meant.

"There is no way to repay the grace of reforging the heart refining, but Zhenjun, you are a person who loves refining weapons, after I got this sword, I thought about it, only you are the most suitable master. ”

Chongxuan Zhenjun's face collapsed first: "You are too outward, I am willing to forge a refining heart for you, and thank you for giving me such an opportunity to forge a perfect sword weapon, now what reward you and I propose, it is an insult to ...... between us"