Lan Ruozhen picked up the teapot in his hand and personally refilled Jing Ge with a cup of hot tea.

"The soul dissipated. He lowered his eyes to the pale yellow tea in the teacup and muttered a repeat.

Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, his thin lips lightly opened, and his voice was faint: "The master of this seat was once obsessed with studying the exercises of the Immeasurable Saint Venerable, to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, but all that can be found in the world are incomplete methods.

The incomplete method can be cultivated, but it cannot reach the top, and it cannot even replicate one-tenth of the power of the Immeasurable Saint Venerable.

However, the master did not give up until he died, he spent his life searching for the news of the Holy Venerable and the Frost Sword, the master once said that the Immeasurable Saint Venerable and the Frost Sword disappeared together in heaven and earth, as long as the Frost Sword was found, you can know the whereabouts of the Holy Venerable.

This seat has been cultivating with his master since he was a child, and he has long heard of the matter of the Holy Venerable and the Frost Sword. Although he was not as obsessed as his master, he was also extremely curious about this sword and the Holy Venerable, and even delusionally thought of replacing his master and finding the whereabouts of this person and a sword. ”

Lan Ruozhen looked at Jing Ge: "Can you let this seat take a closer look at the Frost Sword?"

Lan Ruozhen, who has always behaved in the mud and is not stained, at this moment, when it comes to the Frost Sword, a rare look of ardent expectation appears in his gray pupils.

Like a devout believer.

Facing such a look, Jing Ge hesitated.

To give, it is to admit that it is the frost sword that he is carrying.

If you don't give it, there is still room for quibble.

"Little boy, you can rest assured, this seat will never leak the news of the Frost Sword in person. Lan Ruozhen raised three fingers and swore to the sky.

Jing Ge pinched the ring he was wearing on his chest, thought for a moment, and took out the Frost Sword.

Frosttip has been getting more and more unable to stay in the ring since the last time he showed his skills.

This time, Jing Singer touched the hilt of its sword, and the frost sword slipped out quickly.

Naughtily circled Jing Ge a few times, and finally suspended above the table.

With a posture of looking down on all beings.

Arrogant and human-like.

Lan Ruozhen's hands trembled slightly with excitement, and only the reflection of a red sword remained in his gray pupils.

He slowly reached out and grasped the Frost Sword.

The slightly rough and dry palm reluctantly stroked the body of the frost sword.

The sword body buzzed and vibrate, and the palms of his hands were numb.

"It's it, that's right, it's the frost sword that the master has been looking for all his life, but I didn't expect that this seat would be lucky enough to see it in this life. ”

Lan Ruozhen's eyes turned red with excitement.

If only the master was still alive.

The master will be delighted.

Jing Ge saw the red in the corners of Lan Ruozhen's eyes, and did not open his mouth to urge, but just sat quietly in place, waiting for Lan Ruozhen to calm down.

"Thank you. ”

Lan Ruozhen returned the Frost Sword to Jing Ge, blinked his eyes a few times, and the crimson around his gray pupils gradually disappeared.

The calm and calm white-haired male character reappeared in front of Jing Ge again.

It's as if everything was just an illusion.

"Little boy, can you tell me more about the origin of the Frost Sword?" Lan Ruozhen looked at Jing Ge, and his moist eyes were very calm.

There was no meaning of pleading, as if it was just a casual question, even if Jing Ge shook his head and didn't want to say, it didn't matter.

"I can tell you the origin of the Frost Sword, but in exchange, I need the notes left by your master on the Immeasurable Saint Venerable exercises. ”

If it was true as Lan Ruozhen said, his master had spent his whole life studying the exercises of the Immeasurable Saint Venerable, then he must have left a note.