"Ahem, ahem..."

Coughing a few times, she finally coughed up all the water that poured into her trachea, looking at the completely unfamiliar environment around her, Qianqiao was a little confused about the current situation, she clearly remembered that she was in the pool, and finally suffocated and fell unconscious, but now this place is clearly a bedroom.

After getting up from the bed, Qian Qiao looked at the high-level magic robe that did not have any water stains on her body, and used her spiritual power slightly, but there was still no response.

When the third uncle taught her ethereal art a month ago, the first thing she learned was the Forbidden Spirit Array, so the situation at this time was all too familiar to her.

Walking around the room, Qian Qiao roughly guessed that this was a bedroom for a single person to rest, whether it was a table, chair or bed, it was only enough for one person, and even the tea set on the table was only one cup.

Where the hell is this, and how did she get here?

"Knock knock..."

Just as she was at a loss, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Please come in..."

Qian Qiao checked the clothes on her body and spoke.

"Awake?"

The visitor was allowed to open the door, only to see that the person who came was wearing a white robe, and his snow-white beard was hanging down on his chest, and it was actually an old man with crane hair and a childish face.

"Dare to ask seniors, but you saved me?"

Qian Qian Qian stepped forward and gave a deep salute before asking.

"Hehe, I don't remember doing anything like that. ”

When Qianqiao looked at him, the old man was also looking at her, and when he heard Qianqiao's inquiry, the old man smiled but gave a negative answer.

"And I am?"

The old man's denial made Qian Qiao confused, if it wasn't for the person in front of her who saved herself, then how did she get here?

"You're a descendant of the Nalan family, right?"

Seeing the puzzled face on the girl's face, the white-robed old man gave a hint in a timely manner.

"You can't be!"

A sentence of "Nalan" made Qian Qiao instantly remember what her mother had said before she disappeared, and the only one who could know Nalan was the owner of this secret realm, Nalan Rongjing.

"The junior Nangong Qianqiao has seen the Rongjing Ancestor!"

Thinking of this, Qian Qiao bowed to the old man again.

"Get up, I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, or it won't be long before I will be wiped out in the heavens and the earth, those polite words will be avoided, since you are a descendant of my Nalan family, and you can come here by chance, if you want to get its approval, come with me to the courtyard." ”

After Nalan Rongjing said this, he turned around and walked out of the room, Qian Qian looked at the white-robed old man who was no different from a real person, and he really couldn't see where he looked like a remnant soul.

Even though she hadn't seen the remnant soul, she knew that the remnant soul was translucent, and this kind of remnant soul with an entity made Qian Qiao a little puzzled.

When she followed Nalan Rongjing out of the room to the courtyard in front of the door, she saw a huge black gold stone in the courtyard, and a sword with a thin and narrow body that was as black as ink was inserted into its back.

"What is this?"

Qian Qian looked at the ink-colored long sword in front of her speechlessly, why is this setting so familiar? It seems that most novels have this kind of bridge.

"It's called Mo Yun, the best spirit sword forged by Lei Gongmo, and it is the powerful work of the ancestors of my Nalan family. ”

Nalan Rongjing approached Mo Yunjian, touched the sword body with some nostalgia, but his fingers passed through the sword, and Qian Qian realized that the old man who still had the entity was already a little transparent at this time.

"It seems that my time is running out, Qianqiao, you go and try it, if it recognizes you, I will teach you the sword spectrum that matches it. ”

"Yes!"

Qian Qiao responded, and immediately stepped forward and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, but as soon as his hand touched, there was a trace of strangeness in his heart.