He raised the scabbard again and looked at the bottom of the scabbard, where two words were impressively inscribed: Breeze.

This is the sword he gave to Zhiyuan Dao at that time, and this sword is now in his hand.

He glanced at the sleeping Tao'er again, and if his guess was correct, she must be the poor disciple of Zhiyuandao.

No wonder when I first met, I thought she was very familiar, but I couldn't remember it.

He silently forgot about her, his eyes were a little complicated, he didn't expect her to love the sword like her life, it can be seen that his master cherished this sword very much during his lifetime.

This is Zhiyuan's only relic, and he doesn't want to make Tao'er sad, no matter what, he has to pick up this sword from the pool.

He picked up the scabbard in one hand and turned away.

Yaoqin saw Master's actions, her face showed a little excitement, and she couldn't help but say, "Master, do you want to fish this sword out of the pool?" ”

She looked at Qingfeng Zhenren, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Qingfeng Zhenren didn't turn his head, his mood seemed to be very heavy, and he stepped out of the threshold while saying, "How can you say that you have lost the things of the old people, and you have lost them?" ”

Yaoqin was a little confused when she heard this, and she looked at the master's back, her face full of doubts.

This night, nothing happened.

Early in the morning of the second day, a dazzling ray of sunlight shone on Yaoqin's face, and she couldn't wake up.

That night seemed to consume a lot of true qi, which made me a little tired, and I didn't hold it up at night, so I started a ton on the table.

She looked out the window, and the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and it was beautiful.

At first glance, there seems to be a person standing on the top of the pavilion in the center of the deep pool.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looked at it and saw that Qingfeng Zhenren was standing on the pavilion, holding a scabbard in his hand, as if he was about to exert his strength.

"Master really wants to get that sword back!" , She couldn't help muttering to herself, if the master retrieved the sword, then Tao'er could be happy again.

However, this pool of water is so deep, how can he catch the sword?

None of the objects that fell into the pool before could be fished up, and now this sword is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which makes her feel melancholy.

It seems that Qingfeng Zhenren has his own way, so he simply watched quietly and did not disturb the master.

Qingfeng Zhenren clenched the scabbard in his hand, looked at the leather scabbard, and the gilded sword grid, as if thoughtful.

This sword has followed him for a long time, and it has also made great contributions to him, and some of his true qi has slowly remained in the sword, and after the sword has been used for a long time, the true qi has been gathered little by little, and it seems that it has also produced aura.

As soon as he held the scabbard in his hand, a long-lost feeling came up, it was the resonance between the true qi, the true qi on the sword was constantly fluctuating, getting stronger and stronger, as if to imply that his master was in the low pool not far from him.

An object has followed the master for a long time, it seems to produce spirituality, this sword is no exception, several true qi into the water, the calm pool water is slightly rippling, the low sword seems to be recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors, and his true qi has a strong resonance, shaking the calm pool water, ripples constantly.

The hand with the scabbard went around the pavilion until it came to a stop.

"This should be it." , he looked at the pool and muttered to himself.

Through the strong resonance of True Qi, Qingfeng Zhenren seems to have found the position of the sword.

The sword in the pool was getting closer and closer, and the rippling water of the pool intensified, as if it was boiling water, stirring up a violent splash.