In the city inn, Qiushui is sitting cross-legged. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Next to him is Zhu Jue, who is asleep, turning over on the bed from time to time, muttering something vaguely. I have to say that the little pill sent by Miss Lin really has a healing effect, but in just a few hours, Qiushui has recovered his strength, and the wounds on his body have also been scarred, and it seems that it will not take long to heal.

Qiushui took out today's loot and looked at it carefully in front of him. I saw that the sword looked more and more demonic under the candlelight, and a trace of red light shone slightly, as if it was floating on the surface of the sword body.

"This sword is indeed evil, and when you hold it in your hand, the blood flow of your whole body becomes disordered, as if you want to be sucked by it. Qiu Shui looked at the sword with a serious face, remembering that he had once read in a certain book, it seemed that some spiritual weapons could be refined with blood, and he didn't know if this would work. However, if you don't refine it thoroughly, let alone use it, you won't even feel at ease if you keep it around.

"Try it, seek wealth in the midst of danger. Qiushui exhaled, then bit a cut between his fingers, dripping blood onto the sword. Unexpectedly, something happened at this time, as soon as the blade came into contact with blood, a black gas suddenly emerged. The black qi was extremely weird, and it actually took the initiative to connect with Qiushui's wounds, continuously sucking his blood into the sword body. Qiushui screamed, seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly threw the sword aside. But the black gas seemed to be conscious, and it just bit the autumn water.

"No, if you continue like this, your blood will have to be drained!" Qiushui didn't expect this to happen, and his brain was blank and he couldn't think at all. At this time, he suddenly thought of a solution. I saw him take a deep breath and separate a trace of consciousness in his blood, and at the same time as the blood continued to seep into the sword body, that trace of consciousness also quietly mixed in.

"What is this place?" When he woke up, Qiushui found himself in a crimson space. There seemed to be an endless rush of blood around him, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made him feel his stomach tumble and almost vomit. Barely suppressing the feeling of nausea, he began to look around, intending to take a closer look. At this moment, he suddenly found an old man in front of him, with a withered face, wearing a red robe and a long beard, who was staring firmly at the autumn water.

"May I ask Your Excellency?" Qiushui obviously didn't expect that there would be people living here, so he hurriedly asked. The old man didn't answer, just nodded at Qiushui, and said with satisfaction: "I didn't expect to understand the technique of separation of the primordial spirit at a young age, not bad." ”

Qiushui was not complacent because of the old man's praise. Now that time is pressing, this is just a glimmer of his consciousness, and his body outside is still sucking blood from this strange sword. If he delays any longer, it won't take a pillar of incense, and he should go to the Hades Palace to report.

"The old man knows what you're thinking, don't worry, I've ordered this sword to stop drinking blood. But I haven't seen anyone for nearly a hundred years, so it's rare to have a young man, so let's chat with the old man. The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"This sword is so heavy, it sucks people's blood and damages people's luck, is it your ghost?" Qiu Shui looked at the old man with a hostile expression, and did not relax his vigilance at all. In such a place, it is always possible to have an extra heart.

"Not really, when the old man encountered this sword, it was already bloodthirsty and had its own evil spirit. It stands to reason that such an evil soldier should be destroyed to prevent it from harming the world. It's just that the old man saw that it was a thing created by heaven and earth, quite spiritual, and it was a pity to destroy it, so he refined it in a special way and carried it with him for his own use. It's just that after the old man passed away, only a trace of consciousness remained in it, and after a long time, his control over it was not as good as before. ”

"So, you are the previous master of this sword. Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?" Qiushui raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little skeptical of the old man's words.

The old man waved his hand: "What's the point of a name?" Life in the world is nothing more than a drop in the ocean, and the so-called fame and fortune are just a flash in the pan, and they will not last for a long time. ”

"Then how do I get out now?" Qiushui obviously didn't want to stay here any longer. He was reckless for a moment just now, and he didn't think about it that much when he came in, thinking that maybe there might be a way to restrain this evil sword. Now that I look around and see that there is red sand everywhere I look, I realize that going out is far from being as easy as I imagined.

"Young man, do you want to control this sword?" the old man did not answer, but asked Qiu Shui rhetorically.

"That's nature. Qiushui nodded

The old man smiled, revealing an expression that he had already expected, and then continued: "The old man is alive, and it is said that he has seen through the warmth and coldness of this world, and he has enjoyed glory and wealth, but there is only one thing, and he still can't let go. ”

"I don't know what the predecessors are talking about?"

"I have a withdrawn personality in this life, it is difficult to get along with people, and it is only a hundred years after my death that I gradually see through, but I have been trapped in the sword, and no one can say it. However, he has neither children nor grandchildren, nor disciples. If thou wilt worship me as a teacher here, I will give thee the sword. ”

Qiushui was stunned for a moment, rubbing his chin with his hand, as if wondering if what the old man said was credible. He took a few steps forward and came to the old man, looking at him in four eyes. I saw that the old man's face was vicissitudes, but his eyes were very clear, like a young child. After a short silence, I saw him kneeling on his knees, his hands in front of him, bowing his head three times, and saying, "I've seen Master." ”

"Okay, it seems that God treats me well, and when I was about to be unable to hold on, he specially sent such a generous gift. The old man smiled with satisfaction. In Qiushui's stunned gaze, his form began to become illusory, and his body was glowing with a little red, which gradually drifted away with the wind.

"Master!" Qiushui was shocked, and was about to help him, but saw that the entire red space also collapsed at this moment. The next moment, his eyes went dark, and just before he dissipated his consciousness, he seemed to hear a voice in his ear: "I'll give you another gift, maybe you will be able to use it in the future." But remember, don't show it until your strength reaches a small consummation. ”

"Qiushui, Qiushui, are you okay?" Qiushui slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhu Jue looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine. Qiushui shook his head, propped himself up, and found himself lying on the bed.

"As soon as I woke up, I saw you lying on the ground, your face was pale, wasn't it that you were too badly injured yesterday?" Zhu Jue said with a frown. Qiushui waved his hand, thinking that he had been drawn so much blood, it would be strange if he didn't faint. He turned his head and saw the sword on the table. The sword seemed to be a little different from last night, the red glow of the sword body no longer leaked out, but was restrained in it, swimming as if it were nothing. He closed his eyes, and as soon as his mind moved, he saw the sword "swish" and flew into his hand.

Qiushui was overjoyed in his heart, and danced his sword there, shouting "Good sword, good sword." ”

Seeing this, Zhu Jue hurriedly flashed to the side and complained, "Be careful, don't hurt me." By the way, this sword is like a man, it must have a name.

Qiushui nodded in agreement: "It makes sense, then what do you say is good?"

"This sword is born with its own evil spirit, so it's better to call it Tiansha!" Zhu Jue pondered for a moment, pacing back and forth in the room, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, turned his head and said to Qiushui.

"Tiansha, a good name, a good name, it's called Tiansha!" Qiushui couldn't help but clap his hands when he heard it. At this moment, there was a sudden commotion downstairs. Immediately afterwards, a voice came from my ear: "The little ghost in the fat powder shop last time, Lao Tzu knows that you are here, let me come out quickly, Lao Tzu may be able to spare your life." Zhu Jue opened the curtain and looked, wasn't it that Chennan, I didn't expect him to come to the door so quickly.

"What should I do?" Zhu Jue turned around, but found that Qiushui had already dressed up, picked up the sword, and was about to go out: "Let's go, let's meet him, by the way" The corners ......of Qiushui's mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Go and try whether my sword is good or not." ”