I can't say what it's like.

Xie Feiran only knew.

I have had no father or mother since I was a child, no one has ever cared about me, and I have grown up all the way to the age of six or seven.

happened to meet the Sword Sect to accept apprentices, and it was a fluke to be able to come to the Sword Sect, and the qualifications have always been at the forefront of the Sword Sect's apprenticeship.

Like Ye Heng's kind of disciple's words, he didn't hear it once or twice, and that kind of person was not one or two, especially because of his poor qualifications, but he was quite diligent, which caused the management elders of a book pavilion to take care of him a lot, and he felt that as a sword cultivator, he had gone through hardships and ups and downs, and his mind was stronger.

It is this little bit of favoritism that has aroused the hostility of countless people.

So he has become accustomed to working silently by himself, and is used to facing those gossips by himself.

This time he entered the Sword Pavilion, and he also wanted to find a sword of his own, but like people, no sword was willing to accept him.

He encountered too many unsatisfactory situations, but in the face of this situation, he was calm, and quickly thought about what he should do when he arrived at the Spirit Sect.

Qinghui was really an accident he didn't expect.

I suddenly felt as if I wasn't alone.

Hearing the sound outside, Xie Feiran suddenly came back to his senses, subconsciously sped up his movements, got dressed, and then pushed the door out.

I saw Qinghui propping up the middle of his silver-blue sword on a thick branch, which came in from the outside of the courtyard, just near the small stone table.

She sat on the tip of the sword with her legs crossed, dragging her cheeks, her fingers with a little light, and when the blade of the sword fell due to her movements, a spiritual power slashed through her fingertips, pressing down the end of the hilt again.

The hilt of the sword struck lightly on the table, making the sound he had just heard in the room.

Obviously, the other party is playing a seesaw with himself, and he is still using his own sword.

Xie Feiran: ......

He first glanced up at the sky, and saw that the original bright sunlight had been covered by a large cloud, and the other party estimated that he could not bask in the sun, and he felt bored.

But Xie Feiran still didn't understand Qinghui's brain circuits a little, so he passed the time...... Is that how it is done?

It's not that the sword that can give birth to the soul is generally seen all over the things in the world, calm and simple and direct, and after seeing all the things in the world, it is the comprehension that the soul is born.

This ...... his family He felt it simply and directly, after all, the other party came up and beat him at the beginning, but ...... calm and calm?

This is clearly unreliable, with a little bit in it - cute.

Thinking like this, Qinghui's lazy eyes looked over, and subconsciously lit up his little fangs, threatening the other party, "Quick, go cultivate!" ”

Don't slack off!

Even if you are no different from those Luobei who are fighting five scum, you have to have a dream!

Therefore, I will urge you to cultivate, and Lord Spirit Sword will continue to sleep.

Urged by Qinghui, Xie Feiran finally took the small wooden sword that the outer disciples issued at the beginning, and then went out with Qinghui in his hand.

Qinghui, who was being held, looked at the other party's attitude, followed him with considerable satisfaction, and came to the open flat land in front of a small lake outside his small courtyard.

The place where he lives is already remote.,There's almost no one.,Spiritual power is also thin.,This is where he usually works hard to practice swordsmanship.。。

took off his coat, paddled it, put down Qinghui's body, and turned his head to see Qinghui floating in the air by the lake, staring directly at the surface of the lake over there.