The sword spirit's grief became stronger and stronger, like an old man in the twilight, leaning on his body.

"Sword Spirit senior, the kid still has something to understand, am I in reality or a dream at this time?" It's no wonder that Fang He would ask like this, if it is a dream, everything is so real, and if it is reality, except for the sword spirit in front of him moving and the little guy in his chest breathing evenly, everything around him is in a static state, even the flames are still.

"Haha, you can't understand it now, but for the sake of me leaving, it doesn't hurt to tell you." At this time, the sword spirit seemed to be back to the light, changing the old state of the dragon bell before, but showing its edge like a young man!

"Your present state is between the virtual and the real, everything here can be reflected in the real world, and everything in the real world can affect this place."

"I see." Although he didn't understand, Fang He still responded politely to the old "person" in front of him, and then bowed deeply towards the sword spirit.

When he looked up again, he saw that the figure of the sword spirit gradually began to distort, sometimes revealing and sometimes transparent, Fang He was also a little sentimental when he saw this, and his title was changed from the previous blunt predecessor to grandfather.

"What else does Grandpa Sword Spirit want? Within the power of the kid, he will definitely go to the soup for his predecessors! ”

Looking at Fang He's sincere eyes, perhaps he also knew that Fang He was the one chosen by the Void Spirit, only to hear the intermittent voice of the sword spirit.

"Little... Guys, help... Help me... Take care... Take care of... Lingqing, also... So... It is... The little one in your chest. She... Yes... will help you... Control... Before the words ...... fell, I saw a burst of strong light coming, and there was no trace of the sword spirit.

What Fang He didn't know was that that burst of strong light eventually turned into little fireflies and all of them disappeared into his dantian.

Rubbing his eyes that were a little "snow blind", Fang He also returned to reality at this time, and the flames not far away were beating slightly, as if he was seeing off the sword spirit. Closing his eyes, he thought back to what the sword spirit had just said: "Control... Spirit..., what is the Spirit? ”

Just as Fang He was puzzled, a sudden stabbing pain hit his chest. Fang He hurriedly sat up and looked down, only to see that the little guy had woken up at some point, and was biting Fang He's chest at this time, with tears in his eyes.

Fang He saw that it was a little guy, but he was not angry, he endured the pain, and looked at the guy in front of him in a daze, and he couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, although it was just a meeting in Pingshui, but for the story of the sword spirit, he also sincerely admired, after all, it was just a sword, a sword spirit, but he had a sense of responsibility to save the common people; I don't know if the little guy in front of me is a descendant of the predecessor of the sword spirit, but at least he has a good relationship with him, otherwise he will not entrust him with him before leaving.

After a long time, the little guy stopped crying and let go of the mouth that bit Fang He.

"Little guy, your name is Lingqing, right?" Fang He asked with some pity. Although there is a meaning of the sword spirit, Fang He also really likes the little guy, looking at her, it is like seeing his sister Fang Ling, who is also so cute and well-behaved.

"Hmm," Lingqing responded to Fang He in his slightly hoarse voice.

"What is your relationship with Grandpa Sword Spirit?"

"It's my father? Wrong! Mother? It doesn't seem right. Lingqing was a little blindsided at this time, as if he had forgotten his sadness, and his big bright eyes were full of doubts. Because in common sense, it is impossible for a sword to produce offspring, so there is no statement of father or mother, but he was indeed created by the sword spirit. I couldn't help but put my hands on my ears and scratch back and forth.

Seeing this scene, Fang He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Otherwise, you can call him grandpa like me."

"Grandpa? Okay," Lingqing replied after thinking about it very seriously.

In this way, one person and one spirit began to make noise again, there was no day and night in the stone room, but Fang He had always had the habit of timing him, so he also knew that it was noon the next day at this time; However, because the sword spirit allowed him to enter the void and reality, Fang He's spirit was extremely sluggish, and when Lingqing was tired of playing, he hugged her to his chest again and fell asleep again.