Yun Xingzhou looked at the arrogant woman opposite, he was half dead, he was in a Mahayana period, facing a sword spirit with no spiritual power, there was no way at all.

Has the swordsmith profession been restrained?!

A full hundred and twenty-seven flying swords were like scrap metal in the woman's hands. She stood there, smiling like a flower, and many swords were scattered around her.

"Have you played with me like this?" Ling Xiao saw that Yun Xingzhou laughed even more angrily.

It's cool to dismantle the sword for a while, and it's always cool to dismantle the sword.

It's a pity, it seems that Xiuxiu doesn't need these swords.

Yun Xingzhou's palm moved, and just as he wanted to use the Soul Binding Decision to control this manic sword spirit, he heard a Sanskrit sound, and a monk stopped in front of Ling Xiao.

"Amitabha, stop. The monk landed lightly, with beautiful footwork, and the red robe was placed in a circle.

"Brother Fang Cun!"

"Little scholar!"

Ling Xiao and Yun Xingzhou called happily at the same time, and after realizing this, the two glanced at each other, snorted coldly, and didn't look over.

"Are you coming to Shengjing?" Ling Xiao was very happy to see her acquaintance, and the Zen of Buddhism on Fang Cun's body also eased her increasingly irritable mood a little.

"Female donor, pay attention to proportion. Fang Cun shaved his head, there was a ring scar on his head, and his already white face was more gentle and solemn, and he turned slightly sideways to avoid Ling Xiao holding his arm.

Ling Xiao Sword Spirit has never paid attention to the generosity of men and women, and when he was still under the Kunlun Gate in the past, he always held his arm.

Kong Fan was suddenly stunned, how long had it been since he remembered the past.

"Brother Fang Cun. ”

Well, it was the licking dog Yun Xingzhou who spoke.

Ling Xiao rolled his eyes in disgust next to him, what is a fan brother, this is.

"The poor monk's Dharma is called empty Brahman. Kong Fan nodded, and said softly, and at the same time distanced himself from Yun Xingzhou.

"Why did you come to Shengjing?" Ling Xiao saw Yun Xingzhou's slightly lost expression because of the failure of chasing stars, and hummed happily, "Aren't you chanting under Xirulai's seat?"

"The Buddha calculated that Shengjing would have a catastrophe. Kong Fan opened his mouth, his heart was beating a little hard, in fact, he himself was in trouble with Ling Xiao, but this part was omitted by him.

The monks don't speak.

"So you're here to help get rid of the demons?" Ling Xiao frowned and tilted his head.

Kong Fan shook his head and said, "In the underworld, there is a fixed number. ”

Meaning, he won't make a shot.

"That's right. Ling Xiao pursed his lips, a little unaccustomed to the tone of the little scholar, "This is the task of the protagonist." ”

"It's you ......" Kong Fan was a little helpless, after all these years, Ling Xiao Sword Spirit was still so casual, "Donor, you have to pay attention." ”

"I'm not old or dead, I'm very happy!" Ling Xiao waved his hand in a chic manner, and pointed to Yun Xingzhou, who was standing in the corner, lost his soul, "You can take care of him quickly." ”

Yun Xingzhou snorted coldly, I want you gua!

"Lord Yunshi, the matter of the Extreme Yang Hell ......" Kong Fan turned around, a pair of eyes were ancient and waveless, but partial life can make people repent.

Yun Xingzhou didn't dare to look directly at such a pair of eyes, knowing that Buddhism was good at mental arts.

Kong Fan didn't finish his words, it seemed that he had given himself some face.

"He was originally a Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, this is his fate. Yun Xingzhou said stubbornly.

In order to study the Spirit Sword, he stole the topmost Xuanyuan Sword from the Yun Family's Hidden Sword Pavilion, but unfortunately, the Xuanyuan Sword had no sword spirit, and what was in his hands was just an empty shell.

In ancient times, after the Xuanyuan Sword completed its mission, there was a high monk who stepped on the clouds and turned a thousand undead in the sword.

All of them died.

Only one child chose to stay.

He said that the world is bitter, and he should not be bitter anymore.

People say that children are innocent, but if the world is in turmoil, who can be truly innocent? Who can be exempted because of innocence?

So, a thousand people were sacrificed, they were voluntary, but no one asked him about this child.

The monk just smiled and said meaningfully: You have a fate with this way.

As for what it is and what it is, no one knows.

Yun Xingzhou heard that the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit was taken to Jiangnan by a senior of the Yun family. So he rushed to Jiangnan and found the old man.

At that time, he was holding a fan, his mouth slightly open, sleeping in the sun, and a little boy was standing next to him, holding a brush, smiling and painting on his face.

A large turtle.

The hanging ink stained with the pen confirmed the identity of the old man even more.

"Who are you?" the little boy stared at him with a pair of black and white eyes, curious and inquisitive, but not afraid.

"I'm here to find Master Cloud Mirror. ”

"Cloud Mirror?" the little boy grinned and pushed the old man who was sleeping next to him, "Old man, someone is looking for you!"

He pulled the old man's ear and called out without respect.

The old man sat up in shock in his dying dream, hummed twice, opened his eyes in a daze, and shouted: "I said that this is a sword that will not break!"

When he came to his senses completely, he saw Yun Xingzhou standing in front of him.

The old man just glanced at him lightly, then turned his head and grabbed the little boy's wrist for committing the crime, and scolded with a smile: "You little slippery head!"

"It's not like you've been asleep all day, and you don't even know if a distinguished guest is there......" The little boy rolled his eyes, and he looked like a ghost.

Yunjing waved his hand and said, "The distinguished guest took the sword and left a few days ago, and now it is not the distinguished guest who comes." ”

"What's that?"

"Go, go, what do children know, come into the house, don't disturb the adults. The old man's face changed suddenly, and he dared the little boy into the house like a chicken.

"Seniors. Yun Xingzhou made a big salute respectfully.

"I can't stand your worship. Yun Jing spread his hands, looked up at the sky, and sighed, "Hey-"

......

What is due will come.

Yunjing is actually at the end of his life, he was secretly injured in his early years, and the road to immortality has been broken, so he moved to the mortal world with all his belongings to be an ordinary old man, and only to find that he was followed by a Xuanyuan sword spirit when he settled down.

The Shanhe Jade Broken Sword seems to be his last work.

"You have to take good care of him. Yun Jing said with a cold face.

Yun Xingzhou lowered his eyes, he would naturally pay tribute to the Xuanyuan Sword, the complete Xuanyuan Sword.

Naturally, the Xuanyuan Sword is a sword spirit.

The old man carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "When I was young, I was just like you, a sword idiot. ”

"Later, I found out that in fact, in life, all I want is to have a way to come from and a place to go. ”

Yun Jing saw the little head poking out of the door, smiling heartily, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes added to the kindness and tranquility.

"I've found a place to be, and I hope you don't regret it. ”

Yun Xingzhou finally took away the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, but on the night when the Cloud Mirror sat down, the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit also sealed himself. The Extreme Yang Hell set up by Yunxingzhou has only captured a few lonely souls and wild ghosts in the barbarian state, and reproduced the scene of the Xuanyuan Sword casting in ancient times.

Build the Xuanyuan Sword again.

......

"Old man, old man, people say that the king of a thousand years is eight, and the turtle of ten thousand years. I've drawn turtles on your head, don't sleep......"

At this time, it was deeper, the night was heavy, and I didn't know who the children were dreaming, and there were two lines of tears hanging in the corners of their eyes.