Xi Muyan subconsciously closed his eyes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But I heard a crisp sound, and the sword came out of my hand and rushed straight to the top of my head!

The white light spread all over the space, and the small sword was not very clear in the white light, Xi Muyan didn't pay attention to it, but Pei Yaqing next to him kept watching it attentively, and pulled Xi Muyan away.

There was no cutting sound, but the top of the head was poked alive by the small sword, and the stones and stone chips fell one after another, if Pei Yaqing hadn't opened the protective shield immediately, the two of them would have been smashed.

It's just that the little sword didn't have to be arrogant anymore, just happily flew around in a circle in the stone cave, cutting the brilliance of the cave into white lines, and finally stopped in front of Xi Muyan.

Xi Muyan raised his head from Pei Yaqing's arms, saw that Xiaojian finally quieted down, and just as he was about to speak, Pei Yaqing removed the protective shield very knowingly, and also cleaned up the surrounding debris.

Xi Muyan didn't care about him, just stared at the sword intently, looking at it, but he felt that the cloud pattern on the hilt of the sword seemed to be about to come out of the sword, and a phantom that was both real and false appeared, like a streamer, quietly supporting the sword.

Seeing that Xi Muyan didn't move, the little sword seemed to be in a hurry, and got closer, just standing in front of Xi Muyan's eyes, turning in a circle leisurely, and the sword pendant made of white jade also swirled, which was a bit like a child's toy.

Of course, no other toy is so valuable.

Xi Muyan looked at the sword in front of him with a smile, if he said what he thought in his heart, he didn't know if this obviously psychic sword would rise up in anger. Cut yourself off?

Stretched out his hand, and was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, but the sword suddenly rose a little higher, and the outstretched hand stopped in front of the blade.

Xi Muyan was slightly stunned. Thinking that the little sword was going to play with himself again, he was about to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly, the little sword rubbed itself again.

The sharp blade slammed straight into the palm of his hand, drawing a long blood mark, Xi Muyan withdrew his hand violently, and looked at the blood as if he was alive in surprise. Divide two strands and go up and down along the blood groove on the sword's body until the entire blood groove is dyed red.

At that moment, Xiaojian buzzed and trembled again, as if he had a little more vitality, circled around Xi Muyan, and then obediently stopped at Xi Muyan's hand.

She gripped the hilt of her sword lightly and felt the difference.

At this moment, this sword is like his own arm, and there is no barrier, no matter how far away it is. You can also connect with your own heart!

She gently pressed the broken palm to the sword body, as if there was some suction, and the blood kept soaking into the sword, and after a while, Xi Muyan felt a little dizzy, so she immediately sat down. I don't know how long it took, until the sword stopped sucking blood, Xi Muyan was relieved, and he didn't care about anything else, and let the sword clink fall to the ground, and the original faint streamer was gone, as if there was no more aura.

Xi Muyan hurriedly swallowed a pill, catalyzed it, and only after thirty-six hours did he quietly open his eyes.

The first thing I saw was the inky robe.

Pei Yaqing was standing beside her. looked at her worriedly.

"It's okay, don't worry." Xi Muyan smiled and comforted.

Pei Yaqing stretched out his hand to help her up, and by the way, he checked her pulse, and then said with a little reproach: "I don't know how many times I said this." If I don't worry, you'll be fine. ”

Of course, Xi Muyan wouldn't mind his tone, and smiled: "It's not bad for me, it's all an accident." ”

"You have no common sense, and I don't know if your master has taught you."

Pei Yaqing shook her head, nodded her forehead a little dotingly, and then waved her hand to wave the little sword into her hand and said, "Do you know that once such a magic weapon melts your blood, it is a contract?" ”

"Agreed?" Xi Muyan was stunned, she also inadvertently completed the ceremony of recognizing the lord with Mo Yi back then, so she had an extra pet, could it be that she inadvertently got a sword to recognize the lord today? However, Xi Muyan recalled the situation just now, as if the sword had hit it by itself......

"This sword is related to you, it is a matter of time before you recognize the Lord, and I didn't expect it to be ...... so soon You're still trying to heal, and now you're going to have to take a few more days to get better. ”

Pei Yaqing sighed.

Naturally, he was not reluctant to give up this sword, but it was consumed by the ceremony of recognizing the lord, but a lot of Xi Muyan's blood!

The vitality that was lost in the body before has not been completely recovered, and now it has broken so much, doesn't it make people angry?

Normally, the magic weapon is only a loss of blood, and the monk's body has always been tempered, which is nothing, and Xi Muyan's physical condition is really not good at the moment, if it is intact, it is harmless, at this moment, even if it is not worse, it is not much worse.

What's more, the ceremony of Fang Cai was not a simple ceremony of recognizing the Lord...... It's just that this matter is a little troublesome to talk about now, so it's better not to mention it.

Xi Muyan patted Pei Yaqing's arm and said, "Then you can't blame me, it bumped into it by itself." Xi Muyan pointed to the sword in Pei Yaqing's hand, although it was not very authentic to put the responsibility on a sword, but she couldn't just admit the position of the culprit.

"Oh?"

Pei Yaqing frowned, everyone knows that the more powerful the weapon, the more arrogant he is, although he is not like a person who can reflect it through words, but he is not inferior to others at all.

If the master is not the master it identifies, or if it thinks that the person is not qualified to be his master, it can force the ritual to fail, and in the end, it will not be able to do so, which is the reason why some monks have a good sword in their hands, but they cannot exert their power.

If you can't communicate with the sword-wielding person, your power will naturally be discounted.

If the weapon is satisfied with the owner in front of it, it will complete the ritual more cooperatively, but I have not heard of anyone taking the initiative to confess the master.

Is there anything special about this sword?

Pei Yaqing raised the small sword in front of his eyes and found these two small inscriptions on the other side of the sword body.

Xi Muyan glanced at it, this inscription is a flower body, and it looks a little like a small seal on the earth.

What is this word?

Pei Yaqing carefully touched the two nicks, and then lifted the night pearl to him, although he could see at night, these fine nicks could only be seen more clearly with light.

Xu is light from the little sword was too dazzling, and looking at the pearl of the night pearl at this moment, it seemed to be much dimmer.

"Seems to be forgetting worries?"

Forget the Sword.

The two looked at each other blankly.

Speaking of Xi Muyan, even Pei Yaqing has never heard of this sword.

The sword master kills, although he is a gentleman in the weapon, he will never have such a soft meaning, and forget the word worry, but it is a wonderful achievement, life in the world, who can worry-free? If you can forget your worries, that is the greatest happiness in the world. It's just that the Forgetful Sword can really forget worries?

It's just a good wish.

"Put it away." Pei Yaqing handed over the sword, but unexpectedly, Xi Muyan did not receive it into the refining ring as he said, but hung it on his waist.

"Take a look." Xi Muyan patted it, with a look on his face, "The more I look at this sword, the more I love it, it's good to hang here, right?" ”

Pei Yaqing shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, indicating that he would not express his opinion.

Unable to see why, the two of them set their eyes on the weapon rack.

The stones and stone chips that fell before smashed on the shelf, Pei Yaqing swept out all the dust with a wave of his sleeves, and the shelf in the middle and on the right didn't know whether it was in disrepair and rotting or what, it fell down with a bang, and it fell apart directly.

Dozens of weapons were spread out on the ground.

Xi Muyan hurriedly bent down to clean up, Pei Yaqing frowned and sighed as he looked at this place, and was about to roll up his sleeves to clean up, when he saw something different.

It's probably just crushed underneath, so it's only revealed at this point?

Pei Yaqing raised his hand to take the two weapons away, and the thing was displayed in front of him.

is a booklet.

It turned out to be a weapons catalog.

The first page is the most gorgeous sword I've ever seen. The information about this sword was detailed above, Pei Yaqing was a little surprised, this sword turned out to be from the hand of that genius refiner?

I heard that he had never made a magic weapon that surpassed the spirit weapon, but it turned out that it was not nothing, but the world did not know it.

It's ridiculous that many people who are vying for fame still swear that they are not worthy of being called masters, but it turns out that they are already at the level of grandmasters, and it is no wonder that he looks down on those refiners who sell their fame and reputation, and there is indeed some truth.

The second page is the forgetting worries hanging on Xi Muyan's waist at the moment.

But there are not many words of introduction, and there is no explanation of the origin of this sword, just a few strokes, outlining the appearance of this sword, and there is a line of words below: The name of the sword forgets worries, and the sword can forget worries. How can people's thoughts be swayed by external objects? It's just the word killing.

This last sentence has a bit of a gloomy meaning, but under a closer look, you can feel a trace of amazement.

Can the sword forget worries?

Xi Muyan looked at these words carefully, and was a little puzzled in his heart, the tone of this senior was not a question, but a statement, that is, behind these four words, it was not followed by a question mark. So did he actually approve of this sentence?

How easy is it to forget your worries?

If so, it is possible...... But kill, but kill!

Xi Muyan's eyes narrowed.

She reached out and stroked the small sword at her waist, but her heart waved. Could it be that this is a sword of murder?

Xi Muyan was a little unconvinced. How can there be such a sword in this world? The sword is just a dead thing, even if it has a little aura, it is also brought to it by the master, even if it has evil spirits, as long as the master has a heart, it can't be corrected?

glanced at Pei Yaqing secretly, but saw that he was still frowning, and Xi Muyan didn't want to say anything, but quietly left.

Although Pei Yaqing didn't say it, she knew that this sword was already her natal sword weapon at the moment, even if she wanted to, she couldn't give it up!