Luo Gan's heart trembled, "Sword Spirit, sacrifice for me?"

If the dream that he entered in the Qiongyu Pond of the Bamboo Forest Sect was some kind of real reflection, then Shouyuan Jian's actions at that time must have a reason for this.

However, after that, he could no longer have any communication with Shouyuan Sword, including dreams, until someone sent by the Jiangdu Inn hunted him down. Luo Qian then guessed that he was put on the body by the sword spirit after losing consciousness, but he still couldn't communicate with the sword spirit.

Perhaps, this middle-aged man can be an opportunity.

"Who knows if you're bumping around?" Luo Gan deliberately made a detour, his face full of distrust.

Obviously, the middle-aged man also understood the importance of the spirit sword to him, and deliberately kept it silent. If Luo Gan was in a hurry to ask the middle-aged man for help, he would definitely be on the weak side and at the mercy of the other party.

Even if he knows that he is on the weak side, the most important thing in playing against others is confidence. Show your confidence so that you will not be beaten by your opponent. Even if the ending is to lose, you must lose generously.

Luo Gan's trick still had some effect, the middle-aged man was actually quite distressed by this grade spirit sword, and sighed in his heart that the young man was tyrannical and ruined, and more information was released from his mouth: "I'm an elder-level figure, and I still need to deceive you as a child? This sword is called Shouyuan Sword, right?"

Back then, Lao Yun ...... My friend, and me, risked what a sword spirit to domesticate. After seven or four hundred and forty-nine years of casting, such a peerless sword was struck. If it weren't for the man's insistence on buying it for his apprentice, I wouldn't have sold it!"

Luo Qian sighed a little in his heart: the middle-aged man he met turned out to be the forger of Jiang Lianyuan's sword. "Wow! The weak-crowned man who kidnapped the world is still a well-known swordsmith and elder of the Tianhua Sect?"

"You, stinky boy, I'm not kidnapping you, I'm saving you. You yourself jumped into the river yesterday ......"

Luo Gan's face was expressionless, "You still stole my Yujue." ”

"Come on, go to death and go yourself! Don't filth my house here. ”

"No, if you teach me how to save the sword spirit, I won't die. ”

The middle-aged man blinked, he helped him save the sword spirit, shouldn't he let himself gain something?

Luo Gan added another bargaining chip: "It's okay if you don't teach, I'll kill myself here!"

"You, you!" Wu Yi turned around painfully and didn't look at the kid, his heart was very heavy. How could he have such a scoundrel son? This must not be his son. However, this scoundrel bastard was certified by his future daughter-in-law, Yun Jingzhen......

"As a bonus, I'll take care of the stove for you. ”

“...... No, Yu Jue has to lend me something. ”

The middle-aged man turned around and stared at the straight young man standing there, and the young man looked at him with a very serious expression.

Finally, it was Luo Gan who relented first, "Remember to return it to the master intact." But this thing was given to me by an old ruffian, and my daughter-in-law kept it for a few years, so I was a little reluctant. Of course, it doesn't matter if you really don't want to, such an ugly jade and silk bag is not in line with my temperament. "Anyway, if he has self-knowledge, he will definitely not be able to beat this man who claims to be an elder of the Tianhua Sect.

This is compromise, and it is reasonable to compromise.

When Wu Yi heard such words, his heart was angry, and he still held back. The cub is not sensible, he can only persuade himself to focus on the overall situation.

After all, the immortal thing was back in his hands, and his joy was more than the anger that Luo Gan brought him.

After seeing Luo Gan easily leveling the smoke in the stove room and burning the bright stove fire, Wu Yi always felt like he had suffered a big loss.

After the white rice was cooked, Wu Yi's friend next door sent a few side dishes and wine as usual, and Luo Gan also followed suit.

When he was full of food and drink, Wu Yi had to help him deal with the matter of the sword spirit.

Therefore, just after the hour, Wu Yi took Luo Gan, who was also sleepy-eyed, into a dilapidated courtyard in the north of the city - the two slept lazily until evening on the grounds of recuperating their spirits.

Luo Gan didn't know that Ning Zhi had searched the entire city for him, he waited wholeheartedly with the Shouyuan Sword, and as a result, he followed Wu Yi into someone else's courtyard like a thief.

What puzzled him was that after Wu Yi had picked the copper lock for a while, the people in the house lit candles and invited them in.

It was a middle-aged man who was full of medicine and was about the same age as Wu Yi, and Wu Yi called out to Uncle when he saw it.

The candle flame flickered, and the illuminated room flickered and dimmed.

The two friends put Luo Gan aside and ate tea by themselves and chatted for a long time, and the picture was so warm in the cold of late autumn that it brought a special warmth to the onlookers.

What warmed Luo Gan the most was naturally that the owner of the house took the initiative to ask Wu Yi about the young man who came in together.

"Oh, this kid," Wu Yi slammed his mouth, the tea made by his old friend was still tasting to him, "Lao Lin, help him repair that sword." ”

"Let me fix things again? surnamed Wu, every time you come to Qixia, you just make trouble for me. ”

"Don't be angry, Uncle Lin, you will repair this sword. ”

When Luo Gan saw it, he immediately presented the Shouyuan sword with both hands, and hesitated to open his mouth and begged.

"This kid ......" The owner of the house looked at Luo Gan at this time, and suddenly showed that it was you.

Luo Gan's heart was messy, and the owner of the house was very familiar. Seeing this man's sly smile, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: Isn't this face an old god who is setting up a stall under the bridge......? Gray and black, but denser than Wu Yi's.

It turns out that the white hair and white beard are just a disguise for this old god.

After the old god stick took away the Shouyuan sword, he left Luo Gan aside and ignored it. It is not difficult for him to treat a sword spirit, but the difficult thing is how to take advantage of Wu Yi, an old slippery head. Wu Yi on the other side was still eating tea leisurely, and the old god stick pondered for a long time before opening his voice: "It can be done in ten days, but now I'm busy with another thing." ”

"What's the matter? I'm still thinking about how to solve that incident on the mountain. ”

"Everything has priorities, for example, the sword spirit is not in a hurry, and it won't be wiped out in a few days, and now my house is in chaos, and I can't come in person, if you don't come......" the old god man sighed.

Wu Yi suddenly knew that something was wrong, took out a handful of red spirit stones from his arms and arched his hand: "Uncle!

"Am I the kind of person who is greedy for money?" the old god stick sneered and took the red spirit stone into his arms, and Luo Gan was dumbfounded when he saw it. At the end, he said, "You have to help with the affairs of Sanli Village." ”

Luo Qian thought for a moment, wasn't this something Ning Zhi was dealing with? Didn't he say that there was no other cultivator to support him for the time being?

Hearing this help, Wu Yi just cried bitterly, "Uncle, what does that have to do with me?"

"You ......" the old god stick suddenly turned his head to look at Luo Gan, "You said it's okay?"

The old god stick looked at him uncertainly, Wu Yi looked at it fixedly, and finally drooped his head and made a concession, "Then it's decided." Uncle, when are you going to start?"

"Don't worry, you get things done first. The old god stick put his two fingers together and slowly crossed the inscription on the Shouyuan sword, "Alas, everyone has his own life!" suddenly remembered that the three small characters of "Jiang Lian Kite" were engraved by him himself.

The two people sitting opposite each other invariably recalled the picture of pushing the cup and changing the lamp by the lake more than ten years ago, and a tall young man with a baby girl in his arms sat quietly next to his master.

He was very excited when he saw the master receive the spirit sword engraved with his name from the old god's hand, but he forcibly suppressed it because he was concerned about the baby girl in swaddling clothes.

The two men who have lived for most of their lives now sigh about this afterlife - they all know that this old young man is no longer alive.

At that time, the baby girl in swaddling clothes was just growing up, and she encountered her own life and death catastrophe.

The old god looked at the silent Wu Yi, and suddenly said with a smile: "I know that the child is deeply blessed." ”

"What child?" Wu Yi was puzzled.

The old god turned his face, and the figure of the young man who was standing quietly waiting on the side almost overlapped with the young man more than ten years ago.

He said softly to Luo Gan: "It's late at night, go to the side room and clean up and fall asleep." ”

Luo Gan's shoulder hurt at this time, and when he heard this, he moved his joints, and after thanking the owner of the house, he was about to leave. The old god stick said again: "I'll talk to your father again." ”

"Senior, this is an elder of the Tianhua Sect. Luo Gan felt ridiculous, "The younger generation's surname is Luo, born in the countryside, the seniors must not misunderstand the relationship between the younger generation and this elder." So, with a cold face, he went into the side room to rest.

As soon as the old god stick heard his words, he felt that something was wrong, and knocked heavily on the table, "Wu Yi, what tricks are you playing?"

"I didn't recognize him......"

"Why don't you admit it?" the old god stick tried his best to keep his voice low, and the fire that rose in his heart made his angry voice tremble, "This baby, I saw the signs of his death back then, and I never dared to tell you." Sure enough, your Wu family drove Luo Hui and her mother out!"

"This, alas, I ...... You be quiet. Wu Yi felt more and more empty, swallowed another mouthful, licked his lips and asked him for wine.

The old god picked up a pot of wine from under the table with a jade face, and continued to chant Wu Yi: "A few years ago, I only accidentally calculated an opportunity about him: there are many catastrophes and disasters, and there are still gains and losses to turn auspicious! Can you find him again, or God will turn a blind eye!"

"So I can't recognize it!" The turbid wine is sad, and the heroes of the past who are chivalrous and brave are also urged to grow old by the years.

"This baby has suffered a lot......"

"I can see it. Wu Yi recalled that when Luo Gan ate white rice, he was so happy that he almost forgot to pick up the vegetables, "I have been busy outside, and I didn't expect such a change in my family." can only be glad that their mother and son left the Wu Mansion before the tragedy. The years of exile are all because of the sins I have created. At this time, I couldn't recognize it. You also said that his life can only be happy when it is hard. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the ancients did not deceive me. Look at him, if he can withstand the cold!"

Who would have thought that the old man who is often drunk on the street today was once the eldest young master of the century-old Wang clan in Quanzhou? Who would have thought that the century-old Wang clan would be tragically wiped out overnight.

"And does he know?"

Wu Yi smiled, "This kid is not stupid......

But they maintain a tacit understanding with each other and never say anything.

At this time, something may be brewing quietly in the dark world outside the house. The grass and trees shook off one after another, and the chill became more and more profound. The noisy flowers, the noisy insects, and the coldness of the law all shut up together.

All fell silent, giving the early risers a thick white frost.