"You go to the medicine garden to get the spirit grass, I am here to guard Wen Rufeng, if there is danger, shout for help, I will go in as soon as possible. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Yaoxin made a decision quickly.

Wen Rufeng didn't know what the situation was now, if the three of them were in the medicine garden, and there were others coming at this time, it was hard to say whether they would take advantage of the danger.

Li Pofeng hesitated for a moment: "Why don't I come and guard Senior Brother Wen, and Yao'er go in?" ”

Yaoxin shook his head: "I'm not worried. ”

What this means is that Li Pofeng's strength is not as good as her, if someone really comes, he can't protect Wen Rufeng at all. But Li Pofeng thought that she was too worried about Wen Rufeng's safety, so she was not at ease with others.

Wen Yaran was also a little surprised. If you really want to leave someone to watch Wen Rufeng, that person should be her. After all, although the relationship is farther away and the age difference is a little older, she is still his sister, shouldn't she be the one to take care of her younger brother?

But she would never object. She's a fool if she objectes!

This little girl called Yaoxin didn't know if she was really stupid or fake, she didn't know what precious spiritual grass was in the medicine garden, and when the time came, the two of them went in, hid the good ones, and then took out some to fool her, everything was so natural.

She was a little polite and said, "Then Rufeng will be handed over to my junior sister." ”

Seeing that Wen Yaran had agreed, Li Pofeng was a little hesitant and helpless, and finally walked towards the medicine garden that opened the cave. When he was at the door, he couldn't help but glance back at Yao Xin.

This sister has never been simple. Just this bearing, just his shame as an elder brother.

He had always known that although the spiritual root of the medicine heart was inferior to him, he had never been stronger than her.

……

Wen Rufeng still stood straight. The breeze was blowing, his clothes and hair were slightly turning, but his whole body was not moving.

He had fallen into a distant memory.

He didn't know where he came from, or even what he was.

I only know that more than 300 years ago, he was obtained by a female cultivator who was still cultivating in the foundation building period, and this female cultivator was his master for more than 200 years.

At that time, he was still an ordinary wooden sword.

He knew when he still had his senses. But he knew that he had gone from being ignorant and chaotic when he was first obtained by his master more than three hundred years ago, and then gradually gained consciousness and thoughts, all thanks to his master's pure wood spiritual power. He himself is a wooden sword, and the master with a single line of wood spirit roots continuously provides spiritual power, and naturally grows and evolves rapidly.

I have to say that his master is a genius, he successfully entered the Dan period before he was 100 years old, and became a master class on the Lingyun Continent, and then for more than a hundred years, he broke through the shackles of the Dan period and became the top master of the Yuan Infant Stage.

For more than two hundred years, some people hated her, some people were jealous of her, some people loved her, and some people feared her, and he had always been by her side, watching her gradually become an elder in the Yudan period from a slightly valued inner disciple of the Xianfu Sect, and finally one of the two Supreme Elders.

At the age of only two hundred, she stood at the top of the mainland, overlooking all living beings. He secretly admired her, but he also felt a little sorry for her.

Two hundred years have passed like a cloud, and everyone has become a passerby, and they have become all living beings in her eyes. Since the age of forty-seven, when she learned that her relatives in the worldly family were gone, her feelings for everyone became more and more unclear. It seems to be kind to everyone, but it always has a little imperceptible sense of alienation.

She only has acquaintances, but no confidants.

He had always known about her loneliness and loneliness.

But so what? He is just a sword with thoughts, and he is not yet able to obtain the same "divine sense" as a human being, and he is unable to convey thoughts to his master. He was by his master's side every day, and he knew all about her, but he could not tell him anything.

He could only silently accompany her in the form of a sword for a hundred years, and another hundred years.

Until...... On that day, another Supreme Elder of the Xianfu Sect lured her to the Demon Beast Forest, where a formation had already been arranged to deal with her. That infant monk named Meng Yuze actually wanted to kill her at all costs.

At that time, the master had entered the middle stage of the Yuan Infant for less than a year, but Meng Yuze was a monk who had been stable in the late Yuan Infant period for many years, and he was defenseless, and he suffered a big loss in the formation, where would he be that person's opponent?

Although he felt that he could have a mind and must not be an ordinary sword, but that was just a feeling, in fact, he didn't have much magical power.

At least, his master, still fell.

He watched his master's body be destroyed and the infant shattered, but there was nothing he could do. A sad, crazy mood felt strange to him.

And the man who killed his master still wants to take himself for himself.

The man smiled happily and picked him up like a rag: "Hahaha, medicine heart...... Even you can't take my things! Now, it's up to me to take your stuff. ”

"I can't imagine that the genius of our Xianfu Sect once in a hundred years is using such a broken sword that can't be seen in grade. I'd like to see what's so special about this broken sword. ”

Meng Yuze carried him with one hand, and made a small mark on the finger of the other hand, and immediately a drop of blood fell on him.

All high-level magic weapons need to be dripping blood to recognize the Lord. The master's primordial infant was broken, and the mark on his body about the master naturally disappeared, and if this drop of blood fell on him, he would inevitably be controlled by Meng Yuze and had to admit that the thief was in charge.

He was unwilling, very unwilling.

As if instinctively, he used an ability that he didn't even know - the blade of the sword was drawn and instantly turned into countless fragments in the air, melting into the ground and trees. And his consciousness gradually collapsed at this time.

However, he has no complaints. The master went, and his thoughts seemed to be broken. In any case, he cannot be a sword in the hands of those who kill his master!

The last thoughts float and crumble between the voids.

He felt lighter than he had ever felt before, and then he didn't know where he went.