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The Leng family, the eldest young master's room

A young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his eyes concentrating, his hands folded, and a touch of blood-red dotted his slender fingers.

"Ready, I'm done."

The man in white on the side, his face changed from his previous casualness, crossed his legs on the ground, and said solemnly.

"A paper deed, the mandate of heaven is recognized, the soul is written, and the heavens act on behalf of the heavens, and if you violate this covenant, your body and soul will ......"

The white-haired man had words in his mouth, and strange seals and knots condensed on his white hands, constantly knotting and scattering, scattering and condensing, repeating and repeating, and finally turning into a deed.

At some point, in the eyes of the white-haired man, a cluster of pure white flames burned again.

"Open your eyes and put your blood-stained finger on the deed."

The white-haired man's shout reached the boy's ears, and suddenly, the boy parted his hands and pressed his blood-stained fingers lightly on the inscription.

The moment his fingers touched Qiwen, the young man's stretched brow seemed to wrinkle for a moment, and spread out again the next moment.

The Qiwen also turned into two streamers at this moment, burrowing into the eyebrows of the two of them.

Leng Xiaoshi didn't know what the soul contract was before, just now, the moment he put his finger on the deed. Leng Xiaoshi understood the true meaning of the soul contract in an instant.

The soul contract, to put it bluntly, is a contract, but the witness is replaced by the illusory sky, if it is breached, the heavens will punish the person who breaches the contract.

In the middle of the sound, Leng Xiaoshi exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes suddenly opened, and a white light flashed under his eyes.

Ba blinked, and Leng Xiaoshi slowly stood up. It felt like something was more in me, but I didn't notice it. Simply, Leng Xiaoshi ignored it directly.

Then he looked up and looked at the white-haired man, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Don't worry, don't look at who I am, I said that I will help you restore the Spirit Mansion after signing the soul contract, and get the inheritance of the Demon Sword, I will never miss the appointment."

It seemed that because of the signing of the soul contract, the white-haired man couldn't help but soften Leng Xiaoshi's tone a little, patted his chest and reassured.

"My name is Stygian Sword Saint, you can call me Brother Sheng, as for my identity, you listen well, this seat is, in the heavens and on the earth, no one knows, no one knows, and the omnipotent peerless Sword Saint - Immortal Sword Saint, how about it, the name is loud enough."

The white-haired man who was still very serious one second, and the next second he began to talk about it.

The corners of Leng Xiaoshi's mouth twitched for a while, and he forcibly endured the anger that rose from the burning rush in his heart, and let out a long breath, almost gritting his teeth, and said such a polite word.

"Brother Sheng, what does this have to do with my restoration of the Spirit Mansion. I want the restoration of the Spirit, not your name. ”

Brother Sheng pursed his lips, looking displeased, and said with a straight face.

"Today's young people just can't bear it, I'll put it bluntly, now it's just using secret techniques to help you break the seal, and you can't break it alive."

"What? You're fooling me. ”

Leng Xiaoshi was furious, and turned to sneer, with a pair of eyes like water, like a starving prey at this moment, with killing intent.

"Don't worry, young people love to lose their temper, I said that if you can't live to bear my secret art now, it doesn't mean that you can't tomorrow. I can use the secret technique at any time, but with your current physical strength and cultivation, the secret technique is easy to use, but you will definitely die, and it is estimated that nine out of ten will not succeed. ”

Brother Sheng glanced at Leng Xiaoshi calmly, paused again and again, and then said.

When Leng Xiaoshi heard this, he frowned, and said angrily: "You said that my current physical strength and cultivation can't withstand your secret technique, what does this mean?" If I cultivate enough, do I still need to compromise with you? ”

Brother Sheng was stunned for a moment, then a little helpless, sighed, and fought back.

"Thanks to you, you are still a person who has lived for more than ten years, you don't understand the meaning of my words, I will tell you straight and honest now, what I mean is that your physical strength and cultivation are not enough to withstand my secret arts, but I have a way to solve this problem and restore your spiritual mansion, and I guarantee that with this recovery, your talent will definitely climb to a terrifying realm, understand?"

"Oh." Leng Xiaoshi showed a look of enlightenment, and then glanced at Brother Sheng, "You said it a long time ago, it's over, it's like this, who understands." Say it quickly, what a way. ”

Everyone understands it, but you don't understand it, right? Brother Sheng secretly retorted in his heart, but in the end he still didn't say it, he was afraid that this impersonal Leng Xiaoshi would distort the meaning of his words again.

Half-loud, Brother Sheng sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said, "You go and prepare five materials, I'll prepare some, there is a buffer of melting sword spiritual liquid, and with my secret technique, it should be able to allow you to get the inheritance smoothly." ”

"What sword-melting elixir, are you a pharmacist?" Leng Xiaoshi heard a hint of arrogance from Brother Sheng's vague words, and couldn't help but squint his eyes, wanting to come up with some useful news.

"No, I'm a 100% pure sword master. There are some things you don't understand at all, and it won't do you any good to know too much. This is the name of the five materials, Flame Stone, Fire Dragon Grass, Secret Crystal, Fire Demon Beast's Magic Crystal, Qingyun Gold, Write it down and collect it, really, I don't want to become stronger. ”

Brother Sheng was impatient when he was asked, and he didn't want to pay attention to Leng Xiaoshi directly, dropped a string of material names, flashed out of thin air, and disappeared in place.

"What? Flame stone, isn't that something that is in short supply for alchemists and refiners, one requires fifty lower-grade spirit stones before, and the secret crystal, which is a necessary material for refiners, the price is only higher than that of flame stones, and Qingyun gold, isn't that the embryo material for most second-order spirit weapons? It is estimated that there is no one hundred spirit stones that cannot be touched

Oh my God, there are so many precious things, if you add up to a thousand spirit stones, if you want to kill me, even if you make me the eldest young master of the Leng family, the monthly money is only thirty low-grade spirit stones, even if you sell me, it is impossible to make up this set of materials. ”

When Leng Xiaoshi heard this, he exploded in an instant, glared angrily, and roared.

"Spirit stones? I don't care, that's your business, I didn't promise to help you earn spirit stones. Brother Sheng's irresponsible voice sounded in Leng Xiaoshi's ears.

"By the way, remember to bring the Lone Demon Sword, so that if there is any emergency, I can also help you refer to it, bye."

When Leng Xiaoshi heard this, his little face immediately became gloomy, he gritted his teeth, and finally, two words were squeezed out of his teeth like a leak.

"You can do it!"

However, now, it is useless to talk too much, so I can only think of a way to raise some spirit stones, buy a pair of materials, and improve my strength as soon as possible.

From a white robe, he tore off a white cloth, wrapped the Lone Demon Sword in Leng Xiaoshi, put it on his back, and strode out of the house.

Under the night sky, while walking, Leng Xiaoshi was thinking about where to get this large sum of spirit stones, more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones, even if he borrowed it, who could have it, even if someone else might not lend it to him.

Leng Xiaoshi's brows furrowed tightly, hesitating, his expression stiffened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long he walked, Leng Xiaoshi walked from the east courtyard where he was to the north.

The cold night breeze blew on the robe of the cold little stone. Under an evergreen willow tree with wicker swaying incessantly, Leng Xiaoshi stopped.

Consciousness returned, and when I looked at it, not far away, Buyi Xiaowan was shrouded in the bright moonlight.

A slightly vicissitudes of life, with a thin figure, sat lightly in the courtyard. On the stone table beside it, a simple long sword lay flat on it.

Father?

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