The night is deep, the empty mountains are lonely, and the steep cold of the forest is silently surging.

Around the bonfires, Ji Wushuang and the others were dreaming big, but one of them was sitting with a sword, as quiet as a statue.

There was a sudden crushing sound from the tip of the forest in the sky, Yan Lingyun got up for the first time, clenched the long sword in his hand, and saw a figure falling from the sky, stumbling after landing, and immediately sitting on the ground, but it was Ji Lao, who was injured.

"Ji Lao!"

Yan Lingyun exclaimed in surprise and approached him.

With Yan Lingyun's exclamation, except for the seriously injured Ji Yuhan, Ji Wushuang, Ji Changqing and others were all awakened and stepped forward to inspect Ji Lao's injuries.

Ji Lao's face was still very pale under the reflection of the firelight, and some dim eyes swept over everyone one by one, and said sadly: "They went?"

Everyone's eyes were red and silent.

Ji Lao's chest rose and fell violently a few times, he frowned deeply, and the corners of his mouth tugged, and there was a vicious cough, which brought out blood.

"Uncle Dongming, your body is important!" Ji Wushuang said with a worried face.

"I can't die of this old bone!" Ji Lao sighed and asked, "What's wrong with Yu Han?" ”

"In a battle, the opponent tore his inner body more than a dozen times with his fingers." Yan Lingyun said in a low voice.

"It's good to be alive!"

Ji Lao muttered, reached into his arms, groped, but took out a handful of bloody bottle-shaped white jade fragments, he shook his hand and threw it away, probed his hand again, and finally took out a three-inch-high white jade bottle, poured out two round pills and took them, and then threw the bottle to everyone, and instructed everyone to take one each, and Ji Yuhan was served by Ji Wushuang.

Ji Lao took back the white jade bottle and asked everyone to rest, so he sat cross-legged and sat quietly.

Ji Changqing rested for half the night, and took the initiative to take on the responsibility of keeping vigil at this time.

Yan Lingyun took the pill, suddenly felt that his mouth and tongue were reveling, the wound was cold and itchy, knowing that it was an elixir, he chose a big tree to sit on the nearby bonfire and relaxed. With the return of Ji Lao, he finally felt a little more relieved.

Ji Wushuang took care of Ji Yuhan, came to him, sat down next to him, straightened his long hair that was a little scattered, and asked in a low voice, "My eating appearance, is it ugly?"

Yan Lingyun was stunned for a moment, then understood, and said with a smile: "Like a gluttonous cat."

"Are people hungry?" Ji Wushuang replied embarrassedly, and then asked, "Where did the bird eggs come from?" ”

"Dig it out." Yan Lingyun said.

Ji Wushuang glanced at the pitch-black dense forest, twisted the corners of his clothes with his slender hands, and didn't speak for a while, when he suddenly found the long sword in Yan Lingyun's hand, he was shocked, and said curiously: "Where did it come from?"

Yan Lingyun had no intention of hiding it from her, but with the man's advice, and it was troublesome to explain, he said casually: "I picked up the bird's eggs."

"I'll see." Ji Wushuang spoke, stretched out his hand to take it, looked at it by the light of the fire, and exclaimed: "This is the magic sword of sword cultivation!"

"How so?" Yan Lingyun said quietly.

"Look at the shape." Ji Wushuang said, "The whole long sword is a human figure standing in a cross, with the head as the head, the neck as the handle, and the hands as wings, which has obvious characteristics of sword cultivation, and it is a magic sword that has broken the sword shrine level, at least the person who is the main sword cultivator." In ordinary sword cultivation, if the human sword is not unified, it will not exert energy to create this kind of shape. ”

What Ji Wushuang said, Yan Lingyun had also noticed, but he didn't know that there was anything special in it, and he frowned slightly and said: "So, when others look at this sword, they will know its origin and value."

Ji Wushuang nodded, and said with a little worry: "How could such a sword be lost in this dense forest?" There won't be trouble! ”

Yan Lingyun's heart was bright, and in order to avoid her worries, she said: "When I was digging out the bird's egg, I accidentally found it, it was buried in the soil, and I took it with me as soon as I saw that it was sharp."

When Ji Wushuang heard this, his brows suddenly relaxed, and he said: "In this way, it is likely that this is the magic sword left by the sword cultivator who failed to break the Sword Shrine Pass, and I don't know if there is a sword spirit born." She handed the long sword back to Yan Lingyun, thought for a while, and said, "You hold it like this, it's too conspicuous, I'll sew a sword bag for you and put it up."

After speaking, she didn't wait for Yan Lingyun to react, and walked lightly to Ji Changqing and the others, and saw that Ji Youcai, Ji Kun, and Ji Kefeng were asleep again, so she silently tore off a large piece of clothing from them, and was about to leave, when she found that Ji Changqing was staring at her with wide eyes, with a puzzled expression, she couldn't help but bared her teeth, and whispered: "Look at what to see, look at it again, yours will also contribute."

Ji Changqing shrank his neck and twisted his head away.

Ji Wushuang snorted, walked to Ji Yuhan and sat down, and began to move the needle and thread again.

Yan Lingyun witnessed this process, and at the same time, his heart warmed, but he couldn't cry or laugh a little, so he simply looked at his nose and his nose, and settled down. Gradually, some more memories appeared in his mind, all of which were some knowledge and theories about sword cultivation, and his whole mind couldn't help but sink into it.

At dawn the next day, there was a glimmer of light in the forest, Yan Lingyun opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was Ji Wushuang's smiling face, squatting in front of him, looking at him with interest, and in his hand, he was holding a sword bag that was made overnight, in the shape of a long strip, with a shoulder strap.

Yan Lingyun rubbed his somewhat swollen head, smiled and asked softly, "Didn't you sleep?"

Ji Wushuang raised the sword bag in his hand, reached out to take the long sword, and put it in the bag. There were two strips of cloth left at the end of the sword bag to hold the scabbard in place, and she pulled it into a concentric knot, leaving the entire hilt outside, but covered with a layer of embroidered Izumo longsword, and when the sword was taken, it was only necessary to remove the cover to pull out the sword.

Ji Wu carried the sword bag in both hands, carried Yan Lingyun's shoulder, carried the long sword on his back, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Carrying the sword, I feel that the whole person is a little different."

"What's different?" Yan Lingyun got up, straightened his clothes and asked.

"Brother Lingyun, don't you know this, the sword is the weapon of the king, and the soldier who surrenders without a fight can be described as a sword (see)'s heart!" In front of the bonfire on the side, Ji Changqing took over the conversation, and it was rare to joke.

"Die!" Ji Wushuang's face flushed, and he snorted viciously.

Ji Changqing spread his hands and glanced at Yan Lingyun.

Yan Lingyun also heard the homonym in his words, and said a little embarrassedly: "Presumably everyone is hungry, I'll go find breakfast." With that, he walked to the side of the dense forest.

Ji Wushuang had the heart to follow, and found that Ji Changqing was looking at her, and walked back angrily, and said coldly: "Wait for someone's share, my aunt and grandmother want it, take it to add food."

"No, you added dinner last night, and I'm still on an empty stomach, so don't be so ruthless." Ji Changqing protested.

"How do you know?" Ji Wushuang glanced around, and seeing that the others had not woken up, he asked in a low voice.

"The eggshells on the ground are proof of this, and you don't have to think about it to know whose belly it is. Brother Lingyun, it's still quite painful! Ji Changqing said with a smile.

"Even if you say a human thing, I will control your mouth and eat yours." Ji Wushuang threw the eggshell on the ground into the fire, and said softly.

Ji Changqing looked at her and said softly: "The Ji family's iron tree, is it going to bud?"

Ji Wushuang's face turned red and said, "I want you to take care of it."

Ji Changqing smiled, and suddenly sighed: "If Ji Fang is still here, he will definitely point to Brother Lingyun and say: Tie this guy up and send it to Miss Ji's bed."

Ji Wushuang smiled, but then fell silent.

Yan Lingyun dragged a huge porcupine back, and found that except for Ji Lao, who was still injured in Dingliao, everyone had woken up, and even Ji Yuhan opened his closed eyes, and his spirit was much better, but it was not suitable for activity and lay quietly.

Ji Youcai, Ji Kun, and Ji Kefeng slept the most last night, but at this time, they looked at each other with a bitter melon on their faces, looking at each other with a large piece of clothes in front of them, how weird and weird their expressions were, but they didn't dare to attack.

Ji Wushuang, who was the culprit, sat next to Ji Yuhan like a nobody, helping the latter comb his hair.

Finding that Yan Lingyun had returned, Ji Youcai and the three of them looked at each other, and ran to Yan Lingyun one after another, each of them glanced at the sword bag behind him, and said a little unnaturally: "Brother Lingyun, your sword bag...... It's beautiful. ”

Seeing that the sufferer came to the door, Yan Lingyun was a little embarrassed, but said in his mouth: "Yes, Sister Wushuang sent it."

Ji Youcai's expressions froze, and then they snorted at each other, took the porcupine in Yan Lingyun's hand, and began to clean up.

Everyone had breakfast, and since Ji Lao was still in his place, they rested separately. Yan Lingyun sat quietly for a while, closing his eyes and digesting the sword cultivation knowledge in his mind, and no one bothered him.

It was night again, he was alarmed, opened his eyes, and saw Ji Lao sitting cross-legged in front of him, his face was much better.

Yan Lingyun asked with concern, "How is Old Ji's injury?"

Ji Lao smiled: "It's a lot better now, thank you this time!"

Yan Lingyun shook his head, and then said, "How is the opponent's situation?"

Ji Lao frowned and sighed: "The other party knows our strength very well, if I hadn't been rescued this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to come back!"

Yan Lingyun's heart moved, and he asked, "Who is it?"

Ji Lao shook his head and said, "I'm ashamed, I only saw a flame-like long sword, and with one sword, it wiped out the two star warriors who were besieging me at that time, but I didn't even see a figure, so I disappeared."

Yan Lingyun sighed, but he understood in his heart that it was the man who did it, and his move was equivalent to saving everyone's lives, no wonder when he turned into Dao Fire, he would split a sword and break through the forest.

"I heard from the peerless girl, you picked up a sword cultivation sword, she didn't worry, and asked me to take a look." Ji Lao said suddenly.

Yan Lingyun pulled out the long sword with his backhand, held it in front of Ji Lao with both hands, and said, "This is it."

Ji Lao stretched out his hand to take it, inspected it, and handed it back to Yan Lingyun, and said: "The bloodline of the original owner of this sword, it can be determined that there is no residue, there should be no hidden dangers, but inside, there are faint fluctuations in qi, like a sign of the birth of a sword spirit, you had better wipe it every day, raise it with essence blood, it is very likely to get a spiritual weapon in advance, this is also a big opportunity!"

Yan Lingyun inserted the long sword back into the sword bag and said, "Can Elder Ji tell me some common sense about magic weapons?"

"You don't know?" Ji Lao asked.

"It's not very clear." Yan Lingyun said.

"Then I'll talk to you." Ji Lao sorted out his thoughts and said, "The magic weapon is the definition of law cultivation, but it can refer to the weapons of the world, like the magic sword of sword cultivation and the treasure of martial arts of martial arts, all of which can be collectively called magic weapons, but their names are different." The magic weapon is divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons and immortal weapons, whether the immortal weapon exists, but it is not known, the magic weapon and the spiritual weapon, it is divided into three, six and nine, etc., generally depending on the master's cultivation, but in general, only to the star lord, there is the means, the second element god or independent instrument spirit, to create a spiritual weapon, the star lord below, are all to the original god envoy magic weapon, lack of autonomy of the spiritual weapon. ”

After a pause, he continued: "As for the magic sword of sword cultivation and the treasure of martial arts cultivation, there is no subdivision, and there is no tool spirit for the two. Like the magic sword you got, for some reason an independent sword spirit is being born, and you can't cultivate it, if you want to control it, you can only rely on the sword spirit. There are pros and cons to this method, although it allows you to master some of the power of the spirit weapon in advance, but you need to worry about the backlash of the sword spirit, once this happens, it is best to abandon it, or use it as an ordinary divine weapon at the beginning, and don't try to control it until you cultivate enough to suppress it. ”

Yan Lingyun nodded, indicating that he had written it down, but he had his own plans in his heart, the sword spirit in Ji Lao's mouth was his second elemental god, and when the time came, he could use the divine sword to add a means of defeating the enemy.

Then Ji Lao told Yan Lingyun some common sense in cultivation, then got up and left, and continued to settle Liao's injury. He doesn't need to eat deliberately, Xingshi has already stepped into the ranks of food qi, close to a god.

In the next two days, because of the injuries of Ji Lao and Ji Yuhan, everyone still rested in place. Yan Lingyun seized the time, digested the memories that the man had put into his mind, and used them for his own use, and sometimes, he would also go into the forest to practice swords.

Early in the morning of the fifth day, the people set out on the road again.