Perhaps because of his blood, Zhanbai has a good impression of the young man in front of him, and he loves his intelligence even more. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhanbai, who turned into a demon body, had a demon heart from the beginning because of the stone sword, and obtained the first privilege, named Zhuang Zhou Mengjian.

Zhuang Zhou Mengjian, just from the name, it can be seen that this is not an offensive privilege, but an auxiliary one. Its properties are also extremely bizarre, somewhat similar to the art of mind reading, but more subtle.

Before, Zhanbai created a dream for the boy through this privilege, so as to enter his heart, and since then he has a general grasp of what happened to the boy.

This is a hard-working and resilient child, and more importantly, with a pure heart.

"Senior, is that you, where are you?" The young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly looked up, but he could see a figure anywhere.

"Yan Xiu'er, are you really willing to worship me as a teacher?" Zhan Bai suddenly had an idea in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak.

This time, the young man named Yan Xiu'er finally traced the source of the voice, and it was the bronze ancient sword in his hand.

"Senior...... Is it a sword? Faced with this unbelievable thing in front of her, Yan Xiu'er was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth at all.

"You don't need to know this, I just need you to answer, do you really want to worship me as a teacher?" Zhan Bai said impatiently, perhaps because of the fusion of the memories of the land enemy in his previous life, he was very disgusted by being called a sword or a sword man by others, although this seemed to be the truth.

"As long as the seniors can achieve the boy's wish and gain the power to protect his sister, that is, to be a cow and a horse, I am willing." This shows Yan Xiu'er's intelligence, he did not agree immediately, but vaguely put forward his request.

It's okay to want to take yourself as a disciple, but you have to be able to give yourself great power.

"Hehe, I underestimate you, and I know how to bargain." Zhan Bai couldn't help but be dumbfounded, "I can't guarantee that you will be able to become a strong man." After all, Master leads you into the door, and cultivation depends on the individual, and what kind of achievements you can achieve in the future depends on you. I'm just a guide. ”

"Okay, Master, please bow to the apprentice." Yan Xiu'er didn't hesitate any longer, held the sword in both hands, and bowed his head.

From this detail, it can also be seen that Yan Xiu'er is smart, if Zhan Bai just said that he should accept it, and promise the prospect of temptation, it will make him suspicious. It is Zhanbai's pertinent answer that is more convincing.

"Yes, the heart is good, but is this qualification?" Zhanbai, who turned into a bronze ancient sword, slowly detached from Yan Xiu'er's palm, suspended in the air, looked the young man up and down, and talked about his feet.

Hearing this, Yan Xiu'er couldn't help but smile bitterly, and she no longer had the joy she had before.

Yes, no matter how powerful the master is, how can he not know his qualifications. His age is already over ten years old, the innate Xuan Ling has long since dissipated, and the foundation is gone, so let alone talk about Xuan Xiu.

"Why, I can't bear this blow?" Zhan Bai said sarcastically.

"The apprentice disappointed the master, but it was just ......" Thinking of the sadness, Yan Xiu'er's eyes were hazy with tears again, but she couldn't bear to cry.

"Well, since I accepted you as an apprentice, this greeting gift always has to be given." Zhan Bai sighed, perhaps because of the experience of the young man, his heartstrings were tugged, and in the buzzing of the sword body, a sword-shaped scale the size of a grain of rice fell off his body, flew out slowly, and finally imprinted into Yan Xiu'er's eyebrows, and disappeared in a flash.

"This is ......" Yan Xiu'er's whole body trembled, he only felt that his eyebrows were hot, and there seemed to be something more in his body.

"Isn't it just the loss of the innate mystical spirit? Who said that you can't cultivate without an innate spiritual root, the teacher has already built a bridge in your body to communicate the Xuanhuang Qi of heaven and earth, but in the future, your path of metaphysical cultivation will be greatly limited. Although Zhan Bai said this, there was no lack of smugness in his tone.

At the beginning, Liu Chengying spent countless efforts to perform the sword cultivation technique, and there was a great chance that people would not be able to break through the primordial level, but now, as a sword demon, he can do it by consuming only a single hair, and the means are high, and the judgment will be instantaneous.

This ability is not a privilege, but more like the innate supernatural power of the sword demon, but because the current sword body is a flying sword, it is taking the road of Xuan Xiu, plus the role of Chinese swordsmanship, so that the scales on its body are no longer the foundation of demon cultivation, but Xuan Xiu.

"Master, you mean that I can ......" Thinking of the excitement, Yan Xiu'er couldn't hold back anymore and shed two lines of tears. No matter how mature his mind is, he is only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, how can he not be excited in the face of this big change. He didn't take the great restrictions in Zhan Bai's mouth to heart at all.

As long as you can cultivate mystically, what is the limit? He believes that as long as he is willing to work 100 times harder in the future, he will be able to make up for his shortcomings.

"Okay, in order to help you build a foundation, it takes too much and you are tired. Take me home and recuperate for two days. Zhan Bai shook the body of his sword and spoke.

In fact, where is he tired, just because he has just woken up, he has to sort out his situation well, and at the same time, he also has a plan in his heart.

As for this plan, it is very simple to say, that is, to restore the human body, as for the method......

……

This is a remote and poor village in the mountains, but there are dozens of families, basically in rags, with vegetables on their faces.

Yan Xiu'er walked on the muddy path with a bronze ancient sword on her back, and along the way, there were constantly neighbors greeting each other warmly.

"Xiu'er, I heard that your sister is married to a big family, when will you have a wedding wine?"

"That's it, I heard that the man is the son of our Liuyuan County Jiedu. In the future, Brother Xiu'er will follow to enjoy happiness. ”

"It's not, this Xiu'er's father and mother are also blessed by cultivation in the previous life, but it's a pity that my life is thin, so I didn't wait for this good time."

……

In the face of the gossip of the neighbors, Yan Xiu'er turned pale, but in the end she couldn't hold back and didn't have a seizure, these people may not be bad-hearted, but they look at things from different angles, in their opinion, if they can have a daughter marry into a big family, it is really the ancestor who burned high incense, and what is even more ridiculous is that there are a few strong men in the village who went home with hatred and beat up their wives who are not angry, only to blame them for not being angry, and they have to give birth to a son who loses money.

With an expressionless face, Yan Xiu'er returned home, and what she was in front of her was not so much a house, but a grass shed to describe it more appropriately.

Low, shabby, and leaky...... But all the unbearable words you can imagine, put together, are the most appropriate description of the hut in front of you, if you have to find a trace of merit, maybe it is still clean.

In the yard surrounded by a fence in front of the grass shed, some vegetables are sparsely planted, and two or three chickens and ducks are wandering around foraging.

Squeak!!

The boy pushed open the almost rotten wooden door and stepped inside.

There were no beds, only hay-paved mats, no tables, just a smoothed bluestone, and as for the chairs, sorry, there were no substitutes here.

"This is your home?" Zhanbai couldn't imagine how the brother and sister managed to make a living for several years with such a poor family.

"Is this still home?" Yan Xiu'er looked depressed, yes, since her sister left home, this is no longer a home, just a grass shed sheltered from the wind and rain.

"Hey." Zhan Bai laughed meaninglessly, because of his own experience, he had never felt that way, even if it was a fusion of the memories of the land enemy in his previous life, it was like listening to someone tell a story, and he didn't have that sense of substitution.

"Master, you can rest first." Yan Xiu'er shook off the melancholy in her heart, respectfully took the bronze ancient sword from her back and put it on the straw mat.

"What are you going to do?" Zhan Bai couldn't help but ask when he saw that the young man was going out.

"I'll cut some vegetables and cook for the master." Yan Xiu'er said absentmindedly.

Hearing this, Zhan Bai almost didn't laugh angrily, just like his own appearance, where did he get his mouth to eat.

"You don't have to be a teacher, you can make yourself something to eat first." After Zhan Bai finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, the bronze ancient sword automatically floated in the air and flew out of the room, and after a while, it flew back with a huge piece of bark, and saw that the bark was densely engraved with words.

"Can't you read?" Zhan Bai threw the bark in front of Yan Xiu'er and said with some concern.

If he can't read, then it's a bit troublesome, why don't you have to teach him to read and write first?

Originally, a plan that was not complicated, but when it was really implemented, it was tied, which made Zhanbai dislike it very much, but he was quite helpless, blaming himself for the ghost he was now.

"Yes, yes." Seeing the words on the bark, Yan Xiu'er's eyes lit up, obviously he had realized something, and nodded busily, "In the past, I often took my sister to secretly run outside the private school and eavesdrop on Mr. Teaching's lectures. ”

"Heh, this experience is similar to mine, and I secretly learned it from Mr. Storyteller when I was a child." Zhan Bai said secretly in his heart.

"Oh, that's good, there is a set of sword tricks recorded on this bark, you have to practice diligently, don't ask, don't say, if there is anything you don't understand, just accumulate it, ask me one piece, do you hear?" Zhanbai doesn't think he's a good master, mainly because he really doesn't have much patience, especially the teaching and solving doubts advocated by the teacher, which is the most annoying, "As for the exercises of metaphysical cultivation, I will naturally find one that suits your attributes in the future." ”

"Thank you, Master." Yan Xiu'er hugged the bark and nodded happily, without any resentment towards the master's unreasonable request.

"Well, let's go play, if there's nothing to do, don't bother the teacher." After Zhan Bai finished speaking, he jumped back into the house with a whoosh and hid directly on the beam.

"Hey, I finally have time to sort out my situation and the specific plans for the next step." Zhanbai, who was leaning into the beam, sighed and muttered to himself.