Chapter 8 is sent, happy and auspicious~~

After waking up from the epiphany, the pavilion master had irrepressible surprise on his face, and the sword intent that had not yet been completely reined in caused the gaze that swept towards everyone to be full of fierceness.

"Little ...... Boat, where did you come from this sword spectrum?" The pavilion master squeezed out a smile, trying to make himself look easy-going and kind, the word 'little ghost' almost subconsciously spit out from his mouth, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, stopped at the moment of opening, and replaced it with the same title as Mo Mu and the second daughter of the question.

"Are you asking me or the two of them?" asked Chuanting with disdain in his heart, and said without pause, "An uncle gave it to me!"

"Uncle?!What kind of uncle?" The pavilion master's gaze swept over the elders, except for the old man who was over half a hundred years old, there were two young girls, and it seemed that there was no one who could meet the title of 'uncle'. Searching eyes fell on the two Mo Mu, hoping to get answers from them.

The pavilion master questioned, and Mo Mu and the others also had questions, I don't know when Wen Chuanting met a so-called uncle he called, and gave him a sword book. The two glanced at each other and looked at the pavilion master carefully, "The pavilion master values this sword book so much, I don't think it's a simple thing, but I don't know how the boat was obtained, and why the other party gave it to him, could it be that this sword book is the object of trade?"

A faint worry arose from the bottom of his heart, and Mu Yi's soft and weak pale little face was full of uneasiness. On this day, her heart went up and down like seven or eight buckets, worried, frightened, frightened, uneasy, all the emotions that could make her weak heart suddenly contract and jump nervously, which was more than the emotions she had in her years combined.

"It's the uncle who has been hiding in the big group of demonic qi gave it to me!" asked Chuanting and even opened his arms to describe the huge amount of demonic energy.

"Ahh

Mo Weirui's body also stiffened at the same time, and only one thought echoed in her heart, "He found the boat!"

The pavilion master glanced at Mu Yirou, who was screaming, with a slight dissatisfaction in his eyes, and some suspicion, a figure flashed in his heart, but he shook his head, not very sure in his heart, "With that person's indifference and interest first, how can he easily show favor to others?"

Shaking off the thought in his heart, the pavilion master's smile remained unchanged, "Xiaochuan, tell grandpa, why did that person give you this sword book?"

The words blurted out, and the pavilion master felt a little regretful in his heart, "How can this question be asked of a child." ”

Just now, I thought, "If I stand in that murderous and powerful position, facing a little child, and casually throw him a sword book, will I open my mouth to explain the reason? No! This is simply impossible! The other party is a child, and he does not attach importance to it in his inner consciousness, and even has a slight contempt, this consciousness will not be clearly presented, but only in the subconscious to guide behavior, if he is facing an adult, he has a mature psychology and independent ability to act, even if the other party's cultivation is low, there may be some explanation." ”

This thought passed through his heart, and he didn't have any expectations for Wen Chuanting's answer, which is a fact! From the bottom of his heart, subconsciously he still despises the question in front of him, and it is not contempt, it can be said to be a kind of subconscious neglect.

Unexpectedly, the pavilion master gave up his expectations and got an unexpected answer, "Uncle said that I have beautiful roots and bones, and I am a genius in sword practice, and it would be a pity not to practice swords." ”

"That's the reason?" the pavilion master's tone was full of surprise, and his eyes swept carefully over Wen Chuanting's body, "Except for Qingxiu, I don't see anything special about the bones?"

"I don't think the reason is so simple!" I couldn't see anything special about Wen Chuan's thin body, the pavilion master shook his head and withdrew his gaze, and kept muttering in his heart, "Maybe there is something special about this child! ”

"It's just that the character I imagined in my heart is the same as the character in this child's mouth?, or is it another existence that sneaked in while I was fighting with the demon clan in the Sword Pavilion and met this child?" a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, making him begin to doubt the conjecture in his heart. "No, I still have to ask about the person's image in detail, so as not to cause a wrong judgment!"

I made a decision in my heart, and just at this time, I answered in the affirmative, "That's the reason!"

"Then did he say anything more to you?" the pavilion master asked along the lines of questioning, and did not abruptly shift to asking about the so-called 'uncle' image of the question.

"Of course there is!" asked Chuanting with his head held high, his eyes full of innocence.

"What did you say?" the Pavilion Master nervously, and the other elders also pricked up their ears and raised their concentrations.

"Uncle said that the Sword Pavilion is a group of waste, blind stupid pigs, ignoring the good talent and beautiful jade, and knowing the intrigue. If you carve this piece of jade early, it is not easy to find a strong backer for the future. Wen Chuanting pinched his throat and said in a rough voice, vividly imitating the dissatisfied shouts of a big man jumping to his feet.

"Uh!" asked Chuanting's description to convey it, making the pavilion master embarrassed, and the elders widened their eyes, and a mixture of surprise and embarrassment appeared on their faces.

Calmly turning embarrassment into a smile, the pavilion master asked lightly, "What are the characteristics of this uncle you call besides being wrapped in a cloud of demonic qi, well, that is, what does he look like?"

"I didn't see it!" asked Chuanting frowned slightly, looking like he was meditating, "The demonic energy on his body is always turning, and from time to time he puffs up a bag, and he can fly out of the chain!"

Wen Chuanting pouted, trying to play an innocent child, and pretending to inadvertently say the image characteristics of the bone demon.

"It's him, it's definitely him!" The pavilion master's heart was shocked, and for the bone demon, in addition to gratitude, there was also a slight sense of shame.

Two conditions, in exchange for the retention of the Sword Pavilion, it is not to say who takes advantage of who suffers, for the conditions of taking care of people, it is very simple, the Sword Pavilion takes care of the disciples in the Pavilion, which is understandable, giving the disciples care and care, not only gives the disciples a sense of belonging, strengthens the disciples' cultivation ability, and finally strengthens the Sword Pavilion.

It's just that the library is open to outsiders, which has always been a problem for the pavilion owner, and he always suppresses a sense of guilt in his heart.

Although it was a transaction, I agreed, the Sword Pavilion remained, and I didn't lose anything to put it bluntly, but I just let the other party watch the books in the Library Pavilion, and the inheritance may leak out;

But the price of this transaction is a bit large, which makes the pavilion master's heart a little unbalanced at this time, and even has a feeling of having no face to face the deceased pavilion master's predecessors after death.

"What kind of expression are you, what's the problem?" Inadvertently, the pavilion master's gaze swept over Mo Mu and the others, and the expressions of nervousness, entanglement, fear, and fear were imprinted in his eyes.