The sound of the wind, the sound of the piano, the sound of chains, the sound of the ear.

The sword spirit looked at the Qianqiu lock tightly wrapped around his body, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his face was displeased, and the right finger that was naturally hanging down his waist flicked lightly.

Airplanes!

An extremely cold sword groan resounded at the top of the mountain.

Ye Fan's heart trembled slightly, he regained consciousness in an instant, and hurriedly retreated behind him.

The highest part of the mountain was so quiet that even the faint trembling of the leaves disappeared.

The sword spirit that was tightly entangled by the chains slowly moved his gaze and stared at Ye Fan for a while, before he raised his head slightly and lowered his gaze to the sky, his red lips lightly opened.

"Your strength is not as good as before, and you are not my opponent. ”

Xiu Wudao's voice fell from the sky again, but he was nowhere to be seen, "If you let the temple know about this, you will not end well. ”

Sword Spirit frowned slightly, "Are you threatening me?"

"Hmm. ”

The sound is extremely flat.

The sword spirit laughed suddenly, as crisp as a bell, and he couldn't stop it, and it took a long time to barely retract his smile, but there were still some residual traces.

"Are you worthy?"

There was a muffled crack, and a green tree not far away was punched out of a shallow hole, and the bark was splashed everywhere.

The mountain breeze is light, the grass is slightly moving, and a vast number of swords gradually rise from among the cliffs.

Blood-red sword.

The snapping sound kept ringing, with some strange patterns.

A sword light illuminated the heavens and the earth, and the gentle breeze suddenly became as fierce as a knife.

The hundreds of green trees on the top of the mountain were all cut off at the waist, and the incisions were as smooth as a mirror.

Ye Fan knew that this was the sword spirit showing his strength to Xiu Wudao.

The heart is like that of a child.

Suddenly, a huge sword qi formed from the sky rushed to the sky in the blink of an eye, bringing up blood-red flow marks.

A voice rang out from the top of the mountain and spread out in all directions.

The sound was clear and crisp.

It was like the sound of a sword in its sheath.

The blood-red sword qi came to an abrupt halt and slowly dissipated into the sky.

The long sword-shaped grass hut was somehow inserted into an iron-gray quaint scabbard, bringing up puffs of smoke and dust.

The girl in red's shocked gaze fell on Ye Fan, stunned and speechless.

After a long time, she said softly: "He.... He's the Sword Bearer?"

Xiu Wudao's voice sounded: "I think you should have the answer in your heart. ”

The sword spirit suddenly laughed shyly, and it was even more beautiful under the catering of the mountain spring.

Then she smiled at the sky and said, "Untie this annoying thing, it's none of your business." ”

There was no answer from the sky.

This represents rejection.

The girl in red frowned slightly, and said in a clear voice: "Even if this thing is locked, I want to kill this kid, can you stop it?"

Or silence.

It's just that Qianqiu Suo slowly spiraled down from her petite body, and then swept in front of Ye Fan, obviously he didn't trust Sword Spirit's words very much.

The girl in red shook her body, as if she was recovering some of the stiff muscles that had been tied up, and then she jumped forward and took two steps, stopping in front of Ye Fan.

A sword light came out of his sleeve and quietly stopped in front of Ye Fan, it was a delicate cyan sword.

It looks like a pocket-sized version of the sky.

Except for the fact that this little green sword looks a little ancient, there is nothing special or surprising about it.

The sword spirit squatted down, staring at Ye Fan with strange blood-red eyes, and said with a smile: "Ye Fan, are you willing to be my master?"

"The third and the last. ”

Ye Fan sat speechless.

Xiu Wudao's voice sounded again: "He can't bear it now." ”

The girl in red and Ye Fan didn't answer, just looked at each other's eyes, and there was a flash of light in between.

Then the boy nodded slightly.

Without asking the reason and considering the consequences, even the danger of near-death was left behind.

A sigh came from the sky.

The girl in red was smiling.

She waved her hand slightly, and the size of the iron-gray scabbard behind her shrank sharply, until it was no bigger than the size of her palm, and she handed it to Ye Fan along with the small cyan sword, and said softly: "This is my body, if you want to become the master of the Nine Heavens, you must refine it." ”

"Also, I'm sorry. ”

Ye Fan gently held the small sword and scabbard, shook his head, and signaled that it was okay.

A faint red light suddenly came out of the small sword, and then slowly enveloped Ye Fan.

"Started?"

There was no shock, no panic, Ye Fan just tilted his head slightly and asked softly.

The Sword Spirit nodded, 'hmm'.

Ye Fan smiled slightly: "Then, good luck to me?" Temple Street

The girl in red stretched out her right hand and gently brushed Ye Fan's cheeks, her blood-red eyes blinked slightly, as if she was telling a thousand words.

The red mangs suddenly flourished in an instant, devouring Ye Fan whole.

The sword spirit slowly got up, walked to the guqin and flicked the strings, the light notes seemed to surround Ye Fan's body and rotate lightly, and with each turn, the red mangs would be reduced by one point.

Xiu Wudao's figure slowly appeared behind the sword spirit and asked, "Pingsha Luoyan?"

The sword spirit just continued to play the music and did not answer.

Xiu Wudao continued to himself: "Although I am not very proficient in music, I still know a thing or two about such a famous song, but I didn't expect that the pure heart concept can be used like this. ”

Sword Spirit still didn't answer.

Xiu Wudao continued to ask, "Why do you want to help him so much? just because he is the ethereal so-called sword bearer?"

The girl in red frowned slightly, thinking to herself why this person was suddenly so chattering, it was not as casual as the wooden stake.

Xiu Wudao seemed to feel what the sword spirit was thinking, and suddenly stopped talking and stopped talking, his eyes were not as indifferent as before, but as sharp as a sword, as if he was going to cut the sword spirit away, pointing directly at the most secret things.

"If something happens to him, you're going to end badly. ”

The tone is very flat, but there is an unquestionable momentum.

The sword spirit turned a deaf ear, thinking that not only could he talk after not seeing him all these years, but even his bragging skills were much deeper.

Xiu Wudao is not a person who likes to nag, and seeing that the sword spirit has not answered, he will not keep his hot face and stick to his cold ass, and he is speechless.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the piano, the sound of conversation, the three main sounds on the summit were missing two, and it was much quieter in an instant.

The clouds gradually thickened, and after a while, a light rain fell, with a slight coolness.

The Nine Heavens Sword is isolated from the world, and the cold and heat are not obvious, but the four seasons are still distinct.

The red rays outside Ye Fan's body gradually disappeared, like spring rain in the outside world.

At the moment when the red mang was completely hidden, the young man lost consciousness, and the girl in red dodged, holding Ye Fan who fell backwards in her arms, and then carefully helped Ye Fan to sit on the ground together, stretched out her hands and gently surrounded the thin young man in front of her.

The red silk was like a waterfall, hanging down on the girl's chest, covering Ye Fan's face, she reached out to sparse her hair behind her ears, and looked down at the young man with a peaceful face.

She looked serious and said respectfully, "Hello, master. ”

The mountain wind blew suddenly, and Xiu Wudao stood beside the guqin, his sleeves fluttering, and the hunting sounded.

An autumn rain and a cold.

......

......

When I returned to the hut, the big sun was still exuding scorching energy at the zenith, and there was no wind rising, and it was slightly hot.

Cultivating Wudao is an immortal, and the sword spirit is even more special, so he has no sense of it.

Looking at the small bamboo house by the vegetable garden, Sword Spirit thought for a moment, walked over, and pushed the door in.

Ye Fan did not fall into a coma, but took advantage of the daylight, holding an ancient book to study carefully, looking at her, he was very surprised.

"When are we leaving?"

Jian Ling said with some excitement: "I heard that the outside world is big, there are markets and sects, I can't wait." ”

Although her tone of voice was a bit frivolous, it was a very important question.

Ye Fan closed the book, thought about it seriously, and said, "It shouldn't take more than five days." ”

The sword spirit sat directly beside Ye Fan without the slightest reserve, his red hair fluttering, and asked comfortably, "What are you looking at?"

Ye Fan rested his palm on the ancient book and said, "Chinese." ”

The girl in red pursed her lips, "I don't think it's interesting just to hear the title of the book." ”

Ye Fan thought for a moment, but nodded directly and recognized Sword Spirit's words.

Xiu Wudao stepped on the door, carrying a dazzling array of vegetables in his hand, and said without looking back: "It's time for you to cook today." ”

Ye Fan shook his lips, thinking that he had finally realized what it meant to lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot.

The sword spirit turned his head curiously and asked, "What is rice?"

Ye Fan was a little dumbfounded.

Xiu Wudao put the vegetables on the board one by one and said, "Counting you and me, no more than ten fingers of the creatures she has seen are still alive, and no one has taught her this, so it's normal." ”

Then he turned around and said in a very appreciative tone: "After so many years, although the sword blade is much duller than back then, the murderous aura contained in the sword has increased instead of decreasing. In fact, even I didn't expect that after thousands of years, you haven't been corrupted by time, it's really magical. ”

Sword Spirit thought to himself that in the past 10,000 years, I have only slept for 9,000 years, and I can't be corrupted if I want to.

Ye Fan was extremely surprised when he heard this, "You have lived for 10,000 years and don't have a name?"

The sword spirit was a little annoyed, raised his eyebrows and said, "My first master died not long after I was born, and the second master is a wooden stake, unable to say a word for a long time, who named me?"

Ye Fan scratched his head and said a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

The sword spirit pursed his lips and said, "Forgive you, who made you my master." ”

Then she quickly laughed and said, "But as compensation, you can give me a name, okay?"

Ye Fan had this intention and nodded lightly.

The girl in red was full of anticipation.

Ye Fan rubbed his chin, feeling that this name must not be perfunctory, and he had to think hard.

After a while, the young man said softly, "Just call, how about Roujia?"

Xiu Wudao bowed his head slightly, and said: "Respect for Er Weiyi, all of them are soft, and they have the meaning of softness and goodness, and with her identity as the Nine Heavens Sword Spirit, it is excellent." ”

How can the sword spirit understand these things, but seeing that Xiu Wudao's tone is particularly agreeable, he is also very satisfied, and he can't help but smile happily: "Hahahaha, I also have a name, Ye Roujia, it's really good." ”

Looking at Ye Roujia with a happy face, Ye Fan suddenly missed Mr. very much.

Or maybe I miss the days when I was in the town, by the pond, at the foot of the mountain, listening to my husband's story.

It's all so good.