"You, who are you!" the female thief was frightened by this scene.

"You're really a thief. The sword spirit dangled around on her with the rusty sword, "Lu Yuan kindly saved you and took you in, but you will take revenge for stealing his things." If you save you, he will no longer be able to live a peaceful life, if there is no more me, he may die at any time, you will kill him!"

The female thief shrank, for fear that the rusty sword would penetrate her body if she was unsteady in her hand, "Don't, don't kill me...... I know ...... wrong."

"Lu Yuan is desperate to save you, I won't kill you. She withdrew her rusty sword and said harshly, "Just don't let me see you again, you'll be killed!" ”

The female thief ran off the ground.

Sword Spirit sighed as he walked back, "What a fool, if it weren't for this girl, he would have died sooner or later!"

She ...... It's actually a sword spirit!" Ning Wushu was shocked, you must know that even the frost sword that the Fusang Sword Sect was refining by its disciples with its own spiritual power every day had never turned into a spirit, and such a rusty sword actually had a sword spirit.

It could have been used as the end of a story, but it was the beginning of the story. From the rusty sword being picked up by Lu Yuan to the transformation of the thousand-year-old sword spirit, Shen Fu, who knew the ending, couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

At noon on the second day, Lu Yuan woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl who was staring at him with his chin in his hand, Lu Yuan closed his eyes again, and muttered, "I dreamed of ...... again."

"Hey!" the girl grabbed his ear, "still sleeping!"

Lu Yuan screamed and came to his senses completely. He pointed at her and kept stammering.

"What are you! lure the wolf into the house, and you don't even know that I was almost stolen! If I don't run back by myself, you just wait and cry!"

"Huh?"

It took a lot of effort for her to explain the ins and outs to Lu Yuan, and even she showed Lu Yuan how to get in and out of the rusty sword, so that she could make Lu Yuan completely believe that she was really the sword spirit of the rusty sword.

"No wonder I have been dreaming of you every night since I picked up the rusty sword and came back......," Lu Yuan said very embarrassed.

"It's not that I see that you're too bored all day long, so I want to sleep and play with you for a while. ”

"Little dream, you are such a good spirit. Lu Yuan looked at her and smiled.

Okay, then she will be called Xiaomeng from now on. "Why don't you go and collect the nets, see if your fish have all run away, and when you come back, you want to cook fish soup for me, you don't know how scratchy I am every time you eat meat and drink soup!"

Lu Yuan let Xiaomeng chirp on the side, and the two of them laughed and went out to collect the net. The villagers looked at Lu Yuan's side with a little girl, and they thought it was his little daughter-in-law, every time on the way home, Xiaomeng would be stuffed with vegetables and fruits by the enthusiastic neighbors, and Lu Yuan would smile and give back the fish in their fish baskets.

Two originally lonely souls stay together, but what they give each other is indescribable warmth. However, the good times did not last long, and their ordinary life was shattered by the sudden arrival of the swordsman.

"My sword is known as the 'No. 1 sword in the world', Lu Yuan, do you dare to compete with me?"

Lu Yuan looked at the swordsman, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is superb, and you are willing to bow down." ”

"You don't admit defeat if you don't compare with me, but you look down on me?"

Without a word, the swordsman moved, and although the first sword move was menacing, the ending was very bleak.

Lu Yuan withdrew the rusty sword, "Take." ”

"You were able to win him only because of the evil sword in your hand. If you don't burn the evil spirits in time, I'm afraid it will affect the whole village. ”

A Taoist priest who seemed to pass by by chance shook his head and sighed as he looked at the sword in Lu Yuan's hand. Hearing this, Xiaomeng couldn't wait to get out of the sword and give this old thing nonsense a mouthful! I think you are an evil spirit, and your whole family is an evil spirit!

Lu Yuan comforted Xiao Meng, "Meng'a is not an evil sword, Dao Chang said carefully." ”

Since then, as if to verify the words of the Taoist priest, one after another villagers in the village have been killed, all with a sword in the chest.

The panicked villager smashed open the wooden door of Lu Yuan's house, "Ah Yuan, please, give your sword to the Taoist to burn it!"

"Uncle Tian, I will definitely find out the murderer! I was just about to tell you that the murderer is in the dark and we are in the light, and if we want to catch him as soon as possible, we should stay together as much as possible and take care of each other......

They shook their heads again and again, their faces were like ashes, and no one could listen to Lu Yuan's words. They can't afford to wait, and everyone thinks that they will die next.

"Ah Yuan, you tell the truth to your uncle, is that little dream ...... she?"

Lu Yuan pursed his lips, "Xiaomeng is indeed not a mortal like us, but she is a sword spirit, and she is definitely not an evil spirit as the Taoist priest said......"

But where do they listen, they only think that those who are not of our race will have different hearts. They rushed into Lu Yuan's small courtyard with scythes and hoes, snatched the rusty sword and threw it out of the door. There they had already set up a fire, and the Taoist priest was standing in front of the fire and chanting words.

Suddenly, the rusty sword on the ground began to tremble violently, and Xiaomeng screamed in pain and slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. At this time, those people were even more determined to think that Xiaomeng was a monster, and they angrily begged the Taoist priest to burn her.

"Little Dream, Little Dream, how are you? Run, Run!" Lu Yuan was tied to a tree next to him by the villagers.

The Taoist priest quickly burned a talisman and threw it at Xiao Meng, who only felt a thousand catties pressed down, his face turned pale, and cold sweat was dripping.

Throughout the whole process, Shen Fu's expression became colder, and ordinary talismans were no problem to deal with ghosts, but Xiaomeng's thousand-year-old sword spirit would not be affected at all, so what kind of talisman did that demon Dao throw?

"Do you want to save it?" Ning Wushu asked.

Shen Fu gritted his teeth, "Wait!"

Xiaomeng was in a lot of pain, but he still forced himself to smile at Lu Yuan, "I'm afraid I won't be able to run, this old thing has a bit of Taoism, and he even changed the talisman to deal with ghosts into a talisman to suppress our spiritual things." Don't worry, they won't burn me, they, they just want to get this dream, wait for me to take care of my injuries, and I will come back to look for you, like, just like the female thief stole me last time, don't I still run back to you by myself? Don't cry, Lu Yuan, don't cry, I hurt so much...... I haven't cried yet......"

Lu Yuan, the swordsman who stood up to the sky and protected the world with one person and one sword like a god, cried hoarsely when he looked at Xiaomeng, who was rolling on the ground in pain.

Lu Yuan raised his head slightly, his face full of wet tears reflected the cold sky, "Don't hurt her...... You can't hurt her—"

He struggled hard, the rope on his body was worn out and sunk into the flesh, and the blood was stained, "Without Xiaomeng, how could I have rescued your friends and relatives from danger by myself?

Lu Yuan's words awakened a little of their senses, remembering that the peace of their village had been protected by Lu Yuan all these years, and the hoe and sickle in his hand were put down a little, and he no longer looked at Xiaomeng.

"Aya!" the Taoist priest shouted, and a woman came out, followed closely by a man, who was known as the 'first sword in the world'.

"It's them!" Shen Fu still didn't understand what he didn't understand now, these people first bewitched the crowd, and then the villagers pierced their hearts with a sword, just for the rusty sword.

"You, dare to appear!" Xiaomeng gritted his teeth and stared at Aya.