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 ......"

......

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......

The next morning, Leng Xiaoshi's door was pushed open, with a trace of bloodshot in his eyes, in the house, the candle flame was not extinguished all night, and when he walked out of the house, he carried a simple long sword behind his back, and his somewhat thin body stood straight.

Slowly closing the door of the house, in an instant, the faint candle flame in the room was also suddenly extinguished, turning into a wisp of white smoke and drifting away.

Leng Xiaoshi walked along the bluestone road towards the north courtyard, and the morning light fell on his fair left face, outlining an angular face. The eyes are a little clear and a little deep, and the cold little stone at this moment gives people a slightly mature feeling.

Buyi Xiaoyuan, Leng Xiaoshi stepped out of it, the fallen leaves of the nine-section bamboo were stacked weakly on the side, and the evergreen willow hung down the willow quietly, which seemed very quiet.

Standing outside the bamboo house, Leng Xiaoshi looked at the closed bamboo door, holding two scrolls made of unknown materials in his hands, which were given to him by Brother Sheng last night, a volume of exercises, and a volume of spiritual skills.

After looking at the bamboo door for a long time, Leng Xiaoshi bowed down and put the scroll at the bamboo door. Slowly start, walking towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Boy, don't you say goodbye to that girl in Xueyan?" Brother Sheng's voice suddenly came into Leng Xiaoshi's ears.

Leng Xiaoshi's steps forward suddenly stopped, and a strange color flashed on his face, but the next moment he walked forward again: "No, let's go see her again when I find the life-sustaining elixir." ”

walked out of the Leng family and walked out of Dongyang City, wearing a white robe and carrying a silver-handled long sword behind his back. The face is still a little naïve, and the eyes are indeed condensed.

After a long time, the Leng family, cloth clothes garden

Leng Buyi pushed open the bamboo door and looked at the wind and clouds in the sky, with a strange look flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to close the door and go back. Above the ground, two long rolled scrolls fell into his eyes. Bend down and pick them up.

As soon as the scroll was opened, a burst of white light shone brightly, and after half a while, the white light weakened, and the scroll closed automatically, but Leng Buyi was stunned in place.

"I know you should be aware of me, but I'm not the master of that stinky boy, I have the fate to teach by the way, for the inheritance of Venerable Buyi, let me tell you, blindly follow the path of the predecessors, it is impossible to surpass them, only out of your own way, is the future is unlimited. The following is a top-grade exercise of the ground level, for the sake of fate, and for the sake of the Spirit Emperor body that you put in the space ring, I gave it to you,......"

After a long time, Leng Buyi's heart slowly calmed down, and his figure flashed, disappeared in place, and ran towards Leng Wanshan's residence.

……

"Brother Sheng, I want to go see Shaolong." After walking out of Dongyang City for a long time, Leng Xiaoshi stopped and looked at the grove to the north.

"Don't look at it, he's still alive, and when the time comes, I'll let him meet you." Brother Sheng's figure suddenly appeared beside Leng Xiaoshi, and his tone was calm.

The words came into Leng Xiaoshi's ears, Leng Xiaoshi's eyes widened suddenly, his body instantly calmed down, and his arms trembled: "What, Brother Sheng, Shaolong is still alive, you didn't lie to me?" I buried him in the grave with my own hands. ”

"His R body is dead, but his soul is not dead, he was collected by me in the Demon Sword, and he is still pregnant, and it won't be long before he can show up and chat with you." The corners of Brother Sheng's mouth hooked up a smile, and he raised his head and said to Leng Xiaoshi playfully.

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner how I could see him?" Leng Xiaoshi looked at Brother Sheng urgently, and the look of inquiry in his eyes was very urgent.

The corners of Brother Sheng's mouth twitched, and a deceitful smile spontaneously appeared: "I didn't plan to tell you, but I enlightened you for a long time yesterday, and it got a little better, and since you started yesterday, the whole person has changed like a walking corpse, if I don't tell you, I guess you won't laugh in the future." ”

When Leng Xiaoshi heard that Leng Shaolong was still alive, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, but on the surface, he still pouted, and looked at Brother Sheng very unpleasantly, but his eyes still stared at Brother Sheng with essence.