"Brother, are we going back?" A girl with braided braids carried a basket on her back, wearing a simple dark red power suit that was resistant to dirt, and a few small yellow flowers pinned to the girl's flower whip.

The boy was actually only a year older than the girl, and now he is only seventeen years old.

The boy wore the same dark red suit as the girl, his black hair was tied with a red band, and he also carried a straw basket, and although he was a year older than the girl, he was a head taller than the girl.

The girl was only up to the boy's shoulder.

The boy's name is Erwei, and the girl's name is Erya.

"Let's go back." Er Wei said slowly, "It's getting late. ”

Erya nodded, and followed Erya and walked back.

Kuangli felt like he was being placed on the table.

Although she felt that the boy wanted to draw the sword, she did nothing, and the boy still drew the sword.

Sang Li felt like she had fallen into someone's memory, and after the scene before it turned black, she guessed that it was the memory of the heavy sword.

Sang Li knew from the inheritance that the heavy sword had several masters, but she did not have the inheritance memory of those masters.

So this is about the memories of several masters of epee and epee.

This memory is also immersive.

In fact, she prefers to look at memories from an outsider's perspective, after all, she is just an outsider.

Er Wei held the heavy sword and tried to pull it out, but the hilt did not move.

He wondered, what kind of sword was this? I can't even open the sheath.

Erwei couldn't figure it out, so he had to hang the sword on the wall.

The earthy yellow walls are covered with various weapons, which shows the boy's love for weapons.

These weapons ranged from knives to spears to short blades, and all sorts of weapons filled an entire wall.

Some of these weapons are in disrepair and some are damaged.

But Erwei didn't care, but saw the weapons hanging on the wall, and a little joy rose in his heart.

He hung the heavy black sword in a corner of the wall.

He couldn't recognize what it was, and he checked all the places where the name of the smith might have it, and looked through it, but he didn't find any signs on it.

This epee is like a wild one.

But how can a sword appear out of thin air?

This sword has no aura, just like the most ordinary weapon in the world.

And he just picked it up because the sword body was dark and gorgeous, so he liked it.

Sang Li was hung on the wall like this......

Then the next second.

And she heard it.

"It's been three years, what's the use of keeping these useless scrap iron for daily maintenance?" The man's cold voice came, "Throw all of this away for me, and work hard to cultivate in the future!" ”

"I don't want to." Er lowered his eyes slightly, and the hand at his side was clenched tightly.

"There are many artifacts in the cultivation realm, and these weapons are all mortal scrap iron, what is the use of keeping them?" The man said coldly, "Your cultivation has been stuck in the Illusion Stage for a long time. ”

Erwei didn't speak, it was just his personal preference.

When Sang Li heard this, she only blinked, and it had been three years.

On this day, Er Wei continued to wipe all the weapons and wiped them all clean.

When Er Wei took the heavy sword, he accidentally seeped into the heavy sword.

In an instant, the heavy sword shook.

Sang Li could see it, and then the soul was unsheathed.

It was only at this time that she saw the first owner of the epee: Erwei.

Er Wei was stunned, watching the heavy sword in his hand become radiant, dark and luxurious.

His heart moved slightly, and he slowly raised his hand and pulled out the sword.

A moment of silver light shone all over the room, and it also reflected the light in the young man's eyes.

The light in Erwei's eyes was joyful and happy.

"You're really good-looking." The look in the eyes of the young man was gentle,

Sang Lipan sat next to him, not knowing what to say, after all, these were not what she experienced.

Now you don't have to be there, it's fine.

Sang Li just watched the young man wipe his weapons every day, and he was very gentle with each weapon.

However, the youth now seems to prefer epee.

"I don't have a talent for cultivation, I know you're very powerful, but you shouldn't have a contract with me." The young man said slowly.

The young man treats weapons with gentleness and care, so he subconsciously chooses him as his master.

Sang Li felt that Heavy Sword was looking for a shovel officer.

The young man was talking, but the heavy sword didn't move anymore except for the rumor of the contract at the beginning.

But Er Wei still takes care of all the weapons on the wall every day, even if he is scolded by his father every time, he is still happy to wipe the cold weapons.

Until the demons invaded.

Er Wei used the heavy sword to kill people for the first time, the heavy sword saw blood, the sharp qi was unstoppable, and the demon clan was also seriously injured that day, but Er Wei couldn't hold on for long, and finally fell, the master fell, and the light of the heavy sword in his hand began to dim, and finally lay quietly on the ground.

Sang Li looked at this scene, the first master died like this, which is embarrassing,

The scene in front of her went dark.

She was back to being there, with no senses, only consciousness knowing that she was alive.

"Stinky boy, don't hurry up and light the fire! If you delay tonight's hot water, you can wait for the good fruit to eat! The man's angry voice came.

The young man muttered, "...... Good stewardship. ”

Mulberry has a sense of hearing and touch again.

Then she heard the crackling of matchsticks.

"It's annoying to have to burn a fire here all day!" The sound of the teenager's whispering grumbling reached her ears.

Then she felt like she was being picked up, and then the crackling sparks were louder, and the temperature around her was slightly hot.

Sang Li felt as if she was being used as a fire-pounding stick.

Thinking about it, Sang Li saw that the heavy sword was black and heavy, and it did look like a burnt stick.

Sangli: ......

Really, she's a divine sword, she has no vision and no vision, and she actually treats her as a fire-pounding stick.

"Quick, send it out, send it out."

Bursts of footsteps weave through it.

Sang Li heard a clear rumbling sound in his stomach.

"I'm so hungry." The boy's voice came, and then he continued to pick up the firewood and put it in.

"Twenty, there is a need for a fire boy in the kitchen, you can go over and help." The woman rushed in and said.

"But I still have to boil water." The boy was weak.

"What water to boil?" The woman's voice was sharp.

"Hot water for the master's bath." The boy replied slowly.

"Go and help first, and then come back and continue to boil water." The woman said coldly.

"The steward told me to boil water here all the time......," the young man said slowly, "and someone will come and carry the water later." ”

The woman had been enslaving him, and this time he moved out of the stewardship.

"Stinky boy, you wait." The fat woman let out of her nostrils and threatened in a cold voice.

The woman left, and there was only one person in front of the boiling room.

"Dead fat woman!" The boy gritted his teeth and said, "Always bully me, one day blow up your dog's head, disgusting fat woman!" ”

The teenager only dared to complain in private.

The boy complained, and threw the firewood into it as if venting.

A drop of blood fell again.

Okay, Sangli found that she could see and come out again.

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