The unreasonable scene in front of him made Chang Hao a little unable to come back to his senses for a while.

He did hear his grandfather say that some ancient gods would give birth to spiritual rhyme, the body is called stone spirit, the body is called mirror spirit, the body is called the mirror spirit, the body is called the toilet... Anyway, this sword spirit that claims to be called Yuehong is definitely an antique that is thousands of years old, but why does it have a pink and tender baby face? Shouldn't it be an old man?

"Your eyes are a little strange, do you think that there is an old man hidden in the ring of the hero in the novel?" said the little boy with a playful look in his eyes.

Chang Hao touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "After all, I heard grandpa say that he and this sword were in the same period of existence, so it is natural to think that the sword spirit will also be an old man." ”

"Lingyun is a thing that is born and raised, and the shape and appearance are determined by oneself, and it has nothing to do with the passage of time. The little boy-like sword spirit glanced at the aristocratic dress hanging on the wall, and the same style was also conjured up on his body, but the little guy obviously felt that such a high-necked and thick-lined dress was very uncomfortable to wear, and quickly changed back.

"We've met before, right?" Chang Hao said with some uncertainty, "I should have seen you in the basement of the old mansion... ontology. ”

"To be exact, this is probably the third time we've met. ”

The little boy sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his fingers, and said, "I saw you when you were born five thousand years ago, when you were still an infant and were soon frozen and hidden. The second time was when you ran into the basement to play when you were younger, and you had a rush side. ”

"In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed, and time flies so fast. The sun shone on the side of the little boy's face, and he smiled faintly, and his immature face showed traces of the vicissitudes of life.

Chang Hao looked at the smiling face that had been separated by a thousand years at that time, and he felt a heartache in his heart for some reason.

The little guy shook his head, jumped out of bed and circled around Chang Hao, looking at him carefully, his eyes were sharp like an invisible sword, Chang Hao only felt as if he was lying under the scanner of the CT machine, and the secrets inside and outside were all looked at.

"In the early stage of the foundation building realm, the destruction of the cultivation and the return of Yan, the mental method seems to be the Qingjing Sutra, and the physical fitness is so-so. Yuehong Sword Spirit's fiery eyes quickly turned out all of Chang Hao's old bottoms, and the score was exactly right.

Chang Hao had a flattering smile on his face, rubbed his hands and said, "Good sword spirit, good sword spirit, since you called me a little master just now, then you should always teach me some powerful methods to defend myself, right? ”

"Teaching is teaching, after all, your qualifications are much better than your father at the same time, not to mention the innate sword spirit root, and the acceptance of the five elements spiritual power is also passable. The little boy with a young face but an old-fashioned tone remembered an interesting story thousands of years ago, and said with a smile: "Your father was not as lucky as you at the beginning, he was born an insulator of the five elements of spiritual power, and if he wanted to use the five elements spell, he had to borrow it from others." ”

"Sword Spirit Root?" Chang Hao didn't understand what these three words meant.

As for the five elements of spiritual power, he is very clear, mastering the five basic spiritual powers of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, supplemented by the corresponding methods, you can cast the five elements spells with different powers and functions, Chang Hao often saw his grandfather when he was a child, he was too lazy to clean, and with a flick of his fingers, he cleaned up the dust at home with a flick of his fingers, which was particularly magical.

"Every monk has a spiritual root in the dantian, and there are many kinds of spiritual root attributes, including the common gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as the mutated light, dark, ice, thunder, and wind. The little boy stretched out his fingers like a treasure, "Most of the monks are multi-attribute miscellaneous spirit roots, such as the two-line spiritual roots of civil engineering or the three-line spiritual roots of gold, fire and water. The more single the attribute of the spirit root, the cultivation speed and height of the miscellaneous spirit root will be significantly improved. ”

The little boy suddenly changed his words, "But there are always some people in the world who are deeply blessed, and their spiritual root attributes are neither within the Five Elements, nor are they mutated bodies. ”

"I'll teach you how to look at your own body internally, so take a look at it yourself. ”

Chang Hao sank down according to the instructions of the sword spirit, wandered around himself with the flow of spiritual power condensed into his own appearance, looked at the position of the dantian, and sure enough, he found a strange thing like a high platform, and there were a few wisps of clouds floating on this high platform.

"If it's a fire spirit root, there will be flames burning on this high platform. If it is a thunder root, it will be lightning and thunder, each with a vision, and it will be clear at a glance. ”

Chang Hao was half frightened to death by the sudden sound around him, and when he turned his head, he realized that it was the sword spirit that had also entered his body.

Chang Hao muttered angrily: "This is my body, and you have to talk to me before you come in." ”

"Anyway, you're going to have to come in often in the future, so you just need to get used to it. The sword spirit wiped the long hair on his forehead back into a treacherous big back, and smiled triumphantly.

The sword spirit pointed to the clouds and mist that were floating quietly and said, "Those clouds and mist are the prototype of the sword spirit root, and as you continue to cultivate and improve, these clouds and mist will gradually condense into the form of a sharp sword. When you enter the Jindan realm, the entire dantian will become a sharp sword. ”

Seeing that Chang Hao seemed to want to say something, the sword spirit with a strong heart immediately stopped him and said: "Do you want to say that it is like those who open their mouths with swords in the TV series, and a flying sword changes from the wind in their mouths to killing the enemy by themselves? ”

Chang Hao groaned in his heart, and straightened his eyebrows, "You're quite fashionable." ”

"Does the sword spirit also have to keep pace with the times, besides, I've watched more Xianxia TV series than you. Sword Spirit pursed his lips with disdain, thinking that he also expressed strong condemnation of those bad Xianxia movies whose quality has been breaking through the lower limit recently.

"The reason why the old man asked you to go to the Yangtze River to find me is to test you, and second, to let me follow you to guide you in the future. The corners of the sword spirit's mouth were curved and he could hang the oil bottle and said: "After all, the old man is a dragon, and it is one thing to cultivate well, and whether he can use a sword is another matter." You must know that your father also learned advanced swordsmanship from me before he became the emperor of men, can you be content. ”

Chang Hao blinked, "Then do we want to have a drop of blood to recognize the master?"

"Why do you believe what you play in those vulgar TV series?"

"Is the rumor of the ancient blood confessing to the Lord false?"

"I'm Excalibur, do you know Excalibur, do you think a drop of blood can bind a Excalibur?" The little guy felt that he was being underestimated, and jumped up violently, giving Chang Hao's knee a hard time, and the latter suddenly cried wolf in pain.

The sword spirit of the small ghost snorted, "The top priority now is to find an unobtrusive place to continue cultivating. Since the old man is going to send you here, the chick named Hathaway should have another way. ”

"Hey, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives. The sword spirit muttered to himself and sank into the sword again, and the Moonrainbow Sword turned into sword light and escaped back into the storage ring.

The door of the room opened after two taps, and Hathaway, who pushed the door in, looked at Chang Hao holding his knees and gasping for air, and said with concern: "Fell?"

Chang Hao naturally wouldn't say that he was beaten by his own sword spirit just now, so he casually found a reason to prevaricate, raised his head and asked, "What are the new arrangements today?"

"It's not a good arrangement. Hathaway pulled up the hair on her sideburns and said apologetically: "Because Windsor Castle is the core place of the British royal family after all, it is inevitable that there will be many people, and there will be bodyguards and attendants everywhere, I think this should have a lot of conflict with the retreat that the Oriental monks often talk about, this is my negligence, please forgive me." ”

"So, allow me to recommend to you and Miss Chang Ge a school that you have attended. I have already got in touch with the professors at the school, and they are more than happy to provide a training ground for the two of them. It's a peaceful setting, which I think you'll love. ”

Chang Hao's eyes lit up suddenly, it wasn't because he was sleepy that someone sent a pillow, but the school in Hathaway's mouth, he had already vaguely guessed where it was sacred.

In the long history of Great Britain, that college has left so much glory that it deserves to appear in the historical texts written by his grandfather.

Seeing the light flashing in Chang Hao's eyes, Hathaway understood that he already knew what "that school" was referring to in her mouth, and she smiled proudly and stretched out her hand.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. ”