"Send a sword?" Qiu Fang was stunned.

The monk looked at him with a questioning face, and the smile on his eyebrows became thicker, "Isn't the little benefactor lacking a satisfactory sword?" ”

The monk had a spring breeze on his face, but Qiu Fang couldn't laugh, although the monk in front of him had a pure and pure face, but his words and deeds seemed to be in the other party's plan, he was a little uneasy, he couldn't help but take half a step back, frowned and said: "Why does the master know that I am looking for a sword?" ”

"Everything is fate." The monk knew that Qiu Fang had not let down his guard, so he could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

"Fate?" The young man muttered that the monk's words made him more and more incomprehensible, as if he was talking to himself, and at the same time as if he was asking the monk.

The monk was not surprised, he looked at Qiu Fang amiably, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he said with a smile: "Although my master and nephew are of low rank, they don't care about greeting people in the temple at all. No, he asked me to send a sword, but on the way, I happened to meet your seventh uncle who was seriously injured, so that's how it happened. ”

"That's... How does another master know I need a sword? Qiu Fang still couldn't figure it out, obviously he hadn't told the old man, and he hadn't seen him for a long time, and even he himself didn't know about learning swords for a long time. If anyone can really know so much in advance, unless they have the ability to predict the future.

"That's...", after saying these two words, the monk paused, and then smiled, "It's time to ask your master?" ”

Hearing this, Qiu Fang nodded thoughtfully, and the monk carried his master out, but it was not good for him to ask any more questions, maybe the master had already expected this matter before. After all, in Qiu Fang's heart, his master is a master who knows astronomy and geography, knows everything and knows everything.

"That little benefactor, do you want to see what kind of sword it is?" Seeing that Qiu Fang didn't answer, the monk guessed that most of the doubts in his heart had disappeared, and asked him with a smile, this coaxing tone, as if he was afraid that this kid wouldn't want a sword.

Qiu Fang's communication with people was a little wooden, listening to the monk's words, but he was still thinking about the master's affairs in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to the monk for a while. When the monk saw it, he hurriedly asked, only to hear Qiu Fang answer simply.

But in response to this sound, the monk was full of joy, thinking that he had practiced for decades, and now he was being held to death by this child, so he had to helplessly take out a short sword from his cuff.

As soon as this short sword entered Qiu Fang's eyes, Qiu Fang's body trembled, and at a cursory glance, this sword was the peach wood short sword that the master always liked to touch and take a look at in his hand a few years ago, but under a closer look, it was very different.

I saw that the appearance of this short sword was carved out of the same mold as the peachwood sword, but the material was completely different, this is a golden short sword, probably because of the age, the color seems a little dull, but let the sun shine, that ray of edge is refracted, but it makes people feel cold.

"What is this?" Qiu Fang asked.

"A golden sword." The smile on the monk's face had long disappeared without a trace at this moment, and instead of being solemn, this sword seemed to be a bit extraordinary.

"Master, but this sword is too short." Qiu Fang frowned and said, the sword he wanted to learn, and the sword in front of him, he always felt that the eight poles could not hit one place.

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm also very confused." The monk shook his head, only sighing, but after a while, he answered, "This sword has a very strong evil spirit. ”

Qiu Fang was stunned when he heard this, and asked rhetorically: "Evil spirit? ”

"Yes, the evil spirit, like there are countless ghosts trapped inside." The monk's brows tightened even tighter, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the sword body, but as soon as he touched the dark golden short sword, the blade was so sharp that it was blown off, which made the monk's fingertips red.

Scarlet blood trickled down, staining the monk's fingers red in an instant. He pursed his lips, and his clear eyes became a little illusory, as if he had seen something extraordinary through the blade of the sword.

"Master, are you alright?" Seeing the blood beads on the monk's fingertips, Qiu Fang asked with concern.

"It's okay, this sword, I didn't expect it to come out." The monk suddenly raised his head, and there was a fine light in his eyes, which shocked the young man to take another half step back. In his eyes, this monk is gentle and gentle, and when he chats for a while today, he has a smile on his face most of the time, which makes people feel more kind and cordial.

"What is the origin of this sword?"

"If you want to say that it has drunk more blood than you have drunk."

The monk sighed, his face full of surprise.

Listening to the monk's answer, Qiu Fang was horrified, not to mention killing, even hurting people, he had never done it, the word "drinking blood" seemed to him to be like a great enemy.

"But it doesn't matter, the master of the little donor is really exhausted, and the resentful spirits in this sword have all been melted away by me." The monk smiled bitterly, although he had never seen Qiufang's master, and he didn't know who Qiufang's master was, but he now knew that Qiufang's master should be the first type of person in the world.

"Then there's Master Lao!"

Although Qiu Fang didn't know what the monk was talking about, looking at that look, he must not be lying to him, but arched his hands and bowed slightly to thank him.

But the monk could only smile bitterly and shook his head, the resentful spirit on this sword must have the blood of the purest and purest person to dissolve, he was already devoted to the Buddha, quite wise, and Qiu Fang both are pure and pure. But Qiufang's Taoism is still a lot worse, and it is very easy to be eaten by resentful spirits, and he was entrusted to send a sword, and now that he thinks about it, he has already been calculated.

Fortunately, it didn't take much effort for him to get rid of the resentful spirit, and he loved the innocent child in front of him, so he didn't say much, and handed the sword to Qiu Fang directly.

At this moment, the blood on the monk's hand has stopped, the sword has been delivered, and with a wave of his right hand, the iron door opens, and it seems that he has closed the door.

"But master, this short sword is really too short, and it will suffer a lot of losses against others." Qiu Fang saw that the monk had an intention to go, and hurriedly asked.

"This sword, is it really a sword?" The monk smiled and stared at the young man's eyes with some interest, waiting for his answer.

But where did Qiu Fang want to get the meaning of his words, he could only shake his head and say that he didn't know.

"This sword is a sword, but it is not a sword." The monk put away his smile, looked at the young man again, and said, "You touch the sword body seriously." ”

The whole body of this sword was cold, and when the young man touched it in his hand, he felt a chill through his fingertips and went straight into his mind, which made him feel a little trance.

Seeing that his eyes were suddenly a little dazed, the monk hurriedly stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "What's the matter?" ”

"Like, in the sword, there is someone." Qiu Fang replied

"The soul of the sword has disappeared, and there is only a remnant left, don't be surprised. But you don't cultivate deeply, so be careful that your mind is disturbed. ”

"Dead souls under the sword?" The boy muttered out the four words.

The moment he touched the short sword, a bleak picture appeared in his mind,

"This is the case, don't tell others." The monk said with a smile, he had already paced to the door, and following the sunlight falling in, a moon-white monk's robe was so white that it was transparent.

"Okay, it's just that the kid hasn't consulted the master yet..."Before the young man finished speaking, the monk waved his hand with his back to him, he pondered for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and then said: "The little monk has no name and no surname, and the master said that everything is too simple for me, and he has not given me a Dharma name." ”

Wu Qiufang was stunned for a moment, which he didn't expect, so he had to ask, "Then what should I call it?" ”

"You and I are destined, and we will see you again in the future. When you say goodbye, you will call me Yuebai. At the end, he added, "I love to wear moon-white monk's robes, so my brothers and sisters call me that." ”

Yuebai said, and as soon as his body moved, he disappeared at the door and disappeared.

The young man sat on the spot for a while, and did not think much about it, and walked out of the room, no longer glancing back at the contents of the warehouse.

In just a moment, Yuebai's figure was already outside the city. After leaving the city, he did not rush to leave, but found a deserted place, sat cross-legged, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the bustling Los Angeles not far away.

He is pure and gentle by nature, and he is a cultivation wizard, with a very high understanding, and he always feels a little sad when he thinks of the lonely soul in the sword.

"Uncle Junior, thank you for this." A heart-wrenching voice sounded on the side.

"Since you're here, why don't you go through it yourself." Yuebai didn't look back to see who it was, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.

The person who came was the old man who went up the mountain to fight the chess game with Yan Qingyun, his face was furrowed, but his face was flushed, and at a glance, he knew that his body was extremely hard, but he entered the Buddhist gate, and he did not cut off the silver hair.

"If I go in, Zhou Zong will know that I'm coming." The old man smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but stomp a few steps forward, the plain robe looked like a monk's robe, but it didn't look like it, and when he walked, it was rustled by the weeds at his feet.

"If you don't do something bad, what is there to fear?" Yuebai's words were a little cold, and compared to the previous conversation with Qiu Fang, he was a little less harmonious.

When the old man heard this, he could also understand the meaning of the words, and the short sword had been in his place for many years, so he naturally knew it well. He also knew the temperament of his young uncle, and he must have felt a little sad in his heart when he saw the undead in the sword, so he blamed him.

But he doesn't care what his little uncle will think, if he talks about his skills, he is eighty years old, he is naturally much higher than this little uncle, but his seniority is a little lower, but in Buddhism, it is not a big thing that needs to be taken care of.

"I'm the one who is most afraid of trouble in my life, and I have my little uncle to do it for me, so why should I go to see my old friends." The old man still looked careless, he knew that his little uncle would not really be angry.

As he expected, Yuebai didn't care about anything when he heard this, but just said quietly, "I don't know why you gave him this sword, he shouldn't use this sword." ”

"Murderer, is it a sword?" The old man asked coldly.

Yuebai heard this, but she also thought for a while. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled, shaking his head, while looking at Los Angeles intently, he remembered the clear eyes of the young man, and there was compassion in his heart.

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