When Xiao Bing was asleep.

In the direction of Zixiao Mountain to the south-west, a horse-drawn carriage looks like a very ordinary carriage, but those who know will find that the wood of the carriage is the strongest and most durable strange Mouton iron (a kind of wood that is stronger and harder than iron, but very light).

There was a bonfire outside the carriage, and next to the fire, several people dressed as guards were resting. It seemed that he was too tired, or maybe he took turns to keep vigil, the other guards all slept, only one did not sleep, at this time his eyes suddenly widened, leaking a trace of doubt, and his right palm emitted a little white fluorescence. He could feel the sword inside him tremble, as if something was being conceived.

This person is Tiemu, who has lost his memory and wanders around, and has had conflicts with the Demon Cult again and again, some of them are just looking for him, and some of them have to kill him.

In the latest conflict, Tiemu was unlucky, and he met someone who really wanted to kill him, and it was at the level of two elders, and he was seriously injured in the battle, which was a certain death.

But there was a sea of fire that swallowed the world in an instant, at that time Tiemu lost too much blood, and the sound of flames snapping in his ears made Tiemu confused, and his vision was blurred because of blood loss he always couldn't see clearly, he only remembered that a person walked out of the flames, followed by a few familiar and relieved death-defying screams, obviously the two Demon Sect elders died, Tiemu bent the corners of his mouth, and scolded in his heart, "Deserve it", and then fainted.

When Temu woke up, he found himself in a room, and then he saw a person, through the veil, that person was just a figure, but it gave him a familiar feeling, the figure in the flames.

In front of him was a human skin mask and a token with a red finch written on it.

The mysterious figure made a deal with Tiemu, who guarded a mortal to death for the mysterious figure, in order to repay the grace of saving his life, and did not have to worry about the cultivation resources during the period.

Temu asks the mysterious figure, "Why?

"It's just that I can't find the right person, that mortal is too smart, she will always recognize my person. ”

"Do you believe me?" Temu laughed playfully, pun intended, one is that you believe that I will help you, and the other is that you believe that she will not recognize me as you sent me.

The mysterious figure snorted coldly, "Faith, I still believe that you will be grateful to me."

Tie Mu felt the coercion, this is only a cultivator, and Xiao Bing's murderous aura is also a kind of coercion, but Xiao Bing is too young to use it.

Tiemu's face turned pale, he was not afraid, but laughed, "Deal." ”

Tiemu didn't care who he was protecting, what he valued was that mask, that mask was not ordinary, it could change the breath, the moment he unintentionally stretched out his hand, he found out, obviously the treasure he needed the most at the moment, which could allow him to hide and not be disturbed by the Demon Sect, as for the back hand in the mouth of the mysterious figure, he was not afraid.

Later, due to various so-called coincidences, Tiemu became the bodyguard of a middle-aged woman named Xiao Qingbing. Xiao Qingbing is away all the year round, and for more than half of the year, she is not in the rich family, she is not for anything else, just to find her son, a child who was lost at birth.

At this moment, the abnormality of Tiemu alarmed the people around him, the fairy sword was white, and if something strange happened, it would still bring a lot of spiritual power fluctuations, so at this moment, everyone looked at Tiemu strangely.

Teki explained in embarrassment, "Something is wrong with my sword. ”

"Isn't your sword next to you?" the third elder of the guards, obviously not believing Tiemu's words, and he was referring to the vajra sword that Tiemu usually held in his hand, which was equipped by the guards, and it was also a good equipment for ordinary monks. But his words made his companions despise him, and it was evident that he had no knowledge in their eyes.

"Should you say something, you're obviously not an ordinary person?" the commander of the guards looked at Tiemu, and no matter how stupid he was at the moment, he could guess that Tiemu had a spirit sword that could be stored in his body.

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the carriage: "What happened?"

"Tell Madame, a strange aura appeared on Jia Wu's body. "Jia Wu is Tiemu's name at this time, or Xiao Qingbing, the original words are, if you think of it, you will not be nothing. It means that when you think of the past, you don't care about being homeless.

Then the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged woman dressed ordinarily, but with grace and elegance in her demeanor, looked out, and then she lowered her eyebrows and thought for a while, and then said, "What are you nervous about, this is a happy event." ”

After a while, Xiao Qingbing got out of the carriage with the maid, and she came to the campfire, she looked around, her eyes fell on Tie Mu, and then looked at his glowing hand.

Then she sat down on the trunk of the tree that the guards had found during their break, and at this time the vulgar movements were so reasonable for her. She looked at Temu at eye level and smiled, "Can you take out your sword and take a look?"

Tiemu was a little puzzled, he turned over a sword with a body like ink, and a deep sword with a black body appeared in his hand, and the heart of the sword was a glowing white letter. There are always sporadic white dots of light flying out of the glowing words.

"What a beautiful sword..."Xiao Qingbing couldn't help but praise.

The guards and maids all looked at them blankly, and they were all a little demented, and this sword was really beautiful at the moment.

"Madam, you just said that it was a happy event, and I don't understand it, so I would like to ask for advice. ”

Xiao Qingbing, "You must be confused about this sword, this sword is extremely spiritual, and it is obviously about to turn into a spirit at this moment, that is, to give birth to a sword spirit." If it is a sword given by an elder, it will definitely remind you of this. ”

Temu smiled bitterly, "Madame said that I laughed, I can't remember the past, this sword is really confused." ”

At this moment, the lady remembered that the guard in front of him, Jia Wu, had picked it up by himself, and he had a forbidden talisman on his head, sealing all his memories, and he was surprised when he recognized this talisman, this talisman was too old, obviously the person who went down to the talisman was afraid that Tiemu would think of something, and he used a dragon talisman that had been stunted for thousands of years. This talem legend is made of dragon blood and dragon patterns, and these are all found now, so naturally the inheritance is broken, so no one can solve it. Xiao Qingbing was very sympathetic to Tiemu, and at this moment she smiled awkwardly, "Forget." ”

Although Xiao Qingbing is a mortal, her knowledge makes many people forgetful.

Tie Mu also knew that he had been given a talisman because of Xiao Qingbing's knowledge, so he didn't remember the past. This made Tiemu at a loss for a long time, recalling the vague memories of the beginning and what he had experienced later, he could only guess that the Demon Sect had done it, but he couldn't guess why the Demon Sect did it.

The wait was too long, and Tiemu's sword spirit didn't move.

Xiao Qingbing told Tiemu a few things to pay attention to about the birth of the sword spirit, so he asked his subordinates not to disturb Tiemu, and left a little tired.

But the people under him were very excited, they were even more excited than Tiemu, and they were all guessing what Tiemu's sword spirit would be?

The man thinks it should be a fierce beast, and the woman thinks it should be a cute animal. The reason for the former is that the sword is a murder weapon, and the sword spirit born from the main killing must be full of ferociousness, most of them are fierce beasts, but wolves and tigers and the like. The latter thinks that the sword spirit was not the slightest bit fierce before it was born, but was soft and beautiful, so the sword spirit must be a docile and gentle existence, and it must be a lovely person.

Another hour passed, the sky was darker, and everyone couldn't stop sleepy.

After waiting too long, everyone was annoyed, and then they all got sleepy, and everything returned to the beginning, and everyone except Temu fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the starlight flipped over, and Tiemu himself was sleepy, and he felt that his energy was a little declining, as Xiao Qingbing said, the sword would take some spiritual power from him to nurture his soul.

After a long time, he fell asleep.

It was as if he heard a voice, a woman's voice.

Light dance,

moonlight white,

The man has not yet come,

air-cooled,

I can't hear footsteps,

I'll wait for you,

I've been waiting for a thousand years, and I hate you for not coming...

...

The woman's voice was singing, very tactful, vaguely yet familiar.

Tiemu dreamed that he had returned to Zixiao Mountain, and in the battle that day, he held Du Baisu's corpse, like a handful of flowers that would fall apart. That day, before he died, Du Baisu begged him to find someone.

Tiemu felt that he was not in the right state, and he gritted his teeth and instantly forced himself to wake up, and then he opened his eyes and saw a woman floating on the ink white.

"Nothing to repay, to be my sword spirit?" said Temu sarcastically, he had heard that some people were afraid of death, so they turned themselves into so-called spirits and lived in treasures.

The woman looked at Tiemu blankly, "Do you know me, who am I?"

Tiemu was stunned, Du Baisu didn't look like a fake.

Tiemu frowned and decided to ask Xiao Qingbing tomorrow.

...

Xiao Bing slept for three days, and when he woke up, the broken sun in the woods fell on his face, the hammock shook gently in the breeze, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

The hair wipes were shaking, shining with broken sun.

Naturally landed, there was an illusion of a different world, Xiao Bing walked towards the crowd while looking around like a newcomer.

In this competition, Xiao Bing was second, because he didn't participate in the competition in the end, almost everyone saw his madness that day, and they all saw his strangeness, so his absence Everyone looked like they knew it was like this.

It is said that the first name of this competition is Liu Chong, and he performed the flying sand that has been lost in the soil system...... He is the senior brother of Hong Se, and it is said that Xiao Bing will be taught a lesson in the last game, but Xiao Bing has never appeared, leaving Liu Chong to stand on the competition platform alone and wait until the verdict is announced.

Xiao Bing didn't care about this, he just listened to things as a past.

The people of Xiaoqing Pavilion and the people of Wind Valley are packing up their things, busy and busy, there is no bit of immortal chic in that way, it is a bit bland, if there are outsiders, they will definitely disdain it, but people here don't care.

The rotten face is cleaning up his kitchenware, at the moment he has his own pot on his back, and his body is full of bottles and cans, and the water is checked to see if there is anything missing, and after making sure that it is correct, she found that the rotten face is sweaty and instinctively wipes the sweat on the rotten face, she forgot, Xiu Xian, and has a cultivator, how can she think that ordinary people generally sweat with a few more things.

The rotten face is very happy, at least Xiao Bing thinks so, the rotten face does not forget to wink at him, and at the same time his face is full of happiness.

Valley of the Winds.

Ning He was waiting for Xiao Bing, the white figure stood under the wooden house, the wind chimes were faint, he waited calmly, the wind shook his sideburns and long hair, leisurely, but there were too many gray hairs in his hair.

He knew that Xiao Bing would come, just as he knew a lot of things.

Xiao Bing followed everyone back to the Valley of the Winds, he had a feeling of emptiness in his bamboo house, practicing the mental method, letting himself forget that feeling, but he couldn't do it.

At that time, I felt that a piece of my heart had been cut, but I didn't know the feeling of pain. Xiao Bing didn't even know why he was so analogous.

100-meter Maze Forest Road, Xiao Bing stopped here, Xiao Bing waited, and when the Xuanhua bell rang in his ear and told him that he could go over, he walked into this 100-meter path.

"Go down the mountain and take a walk!"

When he first heard this, Xiao Bing was stunned, he didn't think about this, and looked at Ning He suspiciously at the moment.

"You go down to the west to find the news of the phoenix egg, a sword on the Sword Pavilion, when it comes to the time of death, it will inevitably release the greatest ferocity, I need the phoenix thing, make a seal, this time the disciples who participated in the competition on the mountain have gone, you go too, don't seek results, focus on meditation, aren't you here because your heart is not quiet." ”

"Master, apprentice understands. ”

"If a person is bored, bring your brother with you, he can relieve your boredom..."

When I saw Xiao Ying, this guy just ate secretly, but fortunately he didn't sleepwalk, of course, stealing food has to pay a price, here at this time, he was watched by the cook's pet melon to grind beans, in short, he was called as a donkey.

Xiao Bing has a headache to watch, he has been getting along for many years, he knows that Xiao Ying lives by instinct, to put it bluntly, he eats, drinks, plays and sleeps, and he never has a long memory of the rest.

The sword that Xiao Bing cast for Xiao Ying has long been a trophy of Chef Liu, it seems that the sword is made of the cook's, and the purpose of Xiao Ying's production is to make it for eating.

Xiao Bing took two pots of bamboo wine and said a lot of good things before redeeming Xiao Ying, and when he left, the cook seemed to be thinking about something, in short, it was a slightly depressed state, but the ghost made the cook couldn't help but ask, "Is it worth it for such a stupid brother?"

"Value," Xiao Bing replied in the affirmative.

Later, Xiao Bing learned from the mouth of others that Guagua, who was actually the younger brother of the cook, no one knew why he became a flower spirit, in short, the chef's contribution was definitely not simple, and the cook was depressed because it was Guagua's birthday that day.

......

Xiao Ying was full of wine and food and lay on Xiao Bing's bed and fell asleep, while Xiao Bing silently cleaned up his salute alone.

Han Shuiyu was placed in front of him, Xiao Bing hesitated to bring it, but Ning He said that he couldn't use this sword, obviously there were some taboos in it.