Recently, Leng Xiaoshi has been using cultivation to numb himself, and there are a series of things to divert his attention, but as soon as he saw Leng Ba today, the emotions that he had been suppressing instantly exploded. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The scenes experienced with Shaolong, this time constantly flashed in Leng Xiaoshi's heart, lingering.

"Young master, it's here." Leng Ba saw Leng Xiaoshi walking to Buyi Xiaoyuan, but he still walked forward with a blank look in his eyes, and couldn't help but remind.

"Oh, it's here, then I'll go in, you go back first." Leng Xiaoshi was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Leng Ba, and then stepped into the cloth garden.

Buyi Xiaoyuan is still the same as in the past, the fallen bamboo leaves of the nine-section bamboo are rolling on the ground, coming and going, and the willow of the evergreen willow is rippling in the evening breeze. There was an indescribable coldness in the air.

"Xiao Shi, here it is." Under the evergreen willow tree, the middle-aged man in a green cloth shirt with his hands behind the courtyard gate suddenly spoke, turned around, and sat on the stone seat beside him, a simple long sword was lying on the stone table at the moment.

Leng Xiaoshi didn't know why he saw this sword at a glance, it seemed that there was a strange aura on this sword that attracted him, but Leng Xiaoshi still turned his gaze to the side with a kind face Leng Buyi.

"Yes, I wonder what the father called the child to do?" Bowing slightly, Leng Xiaoshi saluted Leng Buyi.

Leng Buyi on the side smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Sit down, you are my son, I can still eat you." ”

Leng Buyi's voice tone was very different from usual, and it came into Leng Xiaoshi's ears, and he couldn't help but wonder for a while, but he still sat on the stone seat according to Leng Buyi's words.

Sitting with his father at such a close distance, in Leng Xiaoshi's memory, it seems that this is the first time, I don't know how to look at Leng Buyi's face at close range, it doesn't seem to be so old, but there is an indescribable charm.

"I called you here to tell you something. The Leng family is about to move to an extremely distant place. Leng Buyi's face suddenly became serious, and his eyes looked at Leng Xiaoshi with burning eyes.

Leng Xiaoshi looked at his father's burning gaze and couldn't help but be even more puzzled, and then spoke: "Move the clan, why do you want to tell me, I can't come up with any suggestions or ideas." ”

"Because of this relocation, you can't come with you, you have to go out alone." Leng Buyi blinked his cloudy old eyes, and said slowly to Leng Xiaoshi.

As soon as Leng Xiaoshi heard this, he suddenly fell, his face froze, and his heart kept churning for a while.

"You can set off tomorrow, if there is nowhere to go, this is a letter of recommendation from the South Wind Academy, a letter of recommendation from the Nine Elders of the South Wind Academy." Leng Buyi looked at Leng Xiaoshi, who looked surprised, pursed his lips slightly, a touch of sadness flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he slowly took out a white-sealed letter from his arms and handed it down the stone table.

"Oh." Leng Xiaoshi slowly came back to his senses, his chest contracted, he exhaled a breath of cold air, and took the white-sealed letter and stuffed it into his arms.

"You have to take good care of this space ring, and you will drip blood to recognize the Lord later, it contains some things you need along the way." Leng Buyi's voice became a little hoarse, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took out a ring with a transparent glow, and placed it on the stone table.

Leng Xiaoshi's face seemed to be a little distracted, and he lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This sword, you must never leave it in the future, it will be a weapon that will accompany you for a lifetime." After a long time, Leng Buyi slowly spoke, his tone became solemn again, and the next moment, an ancient long sword appeared in front of Leng Xiaoshi, the hilt was silver, and a somewhat old strange crystal nucleus was inlaid at the end of the hilt.

After doing this, Leng Buyi suddenly got up, and disappeared with it, the wooden sword made of unknown material on the stone table.

The wicker is still fluttering, the night has quietly fallen, and there seems to be a streamer crossing the sky.

It took a long time for Leng Xiaoshi to raise his head, stretch out his hand, and slowly put the space ring into his arms, but when his eyes caught a glimpse of the silver ancient long sword, his hand couldn't help but stay in the air.

This sword is exactly the same as Leng Buyi's simple wooden sword except for the material, as if carved out of a mold. Leng Xiaoshi gently put his hand on the hilt of the sword, rubbing it gently, at this time, a feeling of blood connection suddenly appeared in his heart, yes, it was blood connection, and the silver sword in his hand conveyed a touch of cordial aura.

At this moment, Leng Xiaoshi understood why the sword in his father's hand always gave him a strange feeling, what was it, it was the feeling of being connected by blood.

"Brother Sheng, why do I have a feeling of blood connection to this sword, what the hell is going on." Leng Xiaoshi's eyes were a little moist unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

"Go back, I'll tell you when I get back." Brother Sheng's voice was surprisingly soft, and it entered the depths of Leng Xiaoshi's soul.

Leng Xiaoshi picked up the silver-handled long sword, his eyes were confused at the moment, his steps were vain, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. Under the moonlight, the nine-section bamboo leaves seemed to roll more happily on the ground, and the willow under the evergreen willow tree behind him seemed to be swaying more violently.

Not long after Leng Xiaoshi walked out, Leng Buyi's figure suddenly appeared, the long sword in his right hand had been unsheathed, the blade of the sword was cold, and on his left hand, a pot of liquor with the wine seal removed was being carried in his hand, and he was holding a wine, and then his body moved rapidly, his steps were fast and steady, drinking and dancing under the moon, but for some reason, the corners of Leng Buyi's eyes were red and crystal at the moment.

"Ah, Suxian, I ......"

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Leng Xiaoshi had returned to his room at this moment, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Boy, do you want to know why the sword in your hand makes you feel connected?" Brother Sheng suddenly appeared beside Leng Xiaoshi, with a shallow smile on his fair face.

As soon as Leng Xiaoshi returned to the house, he sat on the bed and was distracted, and at this moment, when Brother Sheng spoke, Leng Xiaoshi didn't seem to hear his words. His eyes were still blank.

"Let me tell you, the swords in your hands and your father's hands are both forged by the same person, and these two swords must have been added to their natal essence blood in the process of casting, so that as long as they are blood relatives, they will feel like they are connected to the sword." Brother Sheng looked at Leng Xiaoshi's eyes and said, as soon as the words fell, Leng Xiaoshi instantly became moved.

When Brother Sheng saw this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he said: "I'll go get some small things, you can think for yourself, the heart of the strong." ”

As soon as the words fell, Brother Sheng disappeared into thin air in a flash. Only Leng Xiaoshi, alone, sat in the room, thinking about his parents, thinking about Shaolong's face, and the ten years of life that Xueyan used for himself......