The sword is three feet long, the whole body is purple, like a firefly, without a trace of spurts, and the slightest bit of light shrinks and expands, like a gasping little beast.

Fan Yu didn't dare to approach, so he circled around twice before looking around.

A small dirt slope with a small river flowing below, crystal clear, with unmelted snow on the bank.

Not far away is the mountains and forests, overgrown with weeds and no roads.

Completely disoriented.

Fan Yu looked at Ziying Jian bitterly: "What the hell are you?"

The Ziying sword did not move at all, and stuck straight into the ground.

Shaking his head, he looked at the sky, and it was almost evening, and the haze in the mountains was tumbling down his waist, and in another hour or two, it would be dark.

You have to find a place to rest as soon as possible.

At night in the mountains, it is not possible to sleep by the river, and some mountain beasts that haunt in the middle of the night will drink water in the middle of the night and are the most vulnerable to attack.

I wanted to go out of the mountains today and find a village to spend the night, but now I can only sleep in the wilderness.

Fan Yu looked at the Ziying Sword again, there was no movement, hesitated, and carefully touched the hilt with his fingers.

"Zheng~"

The sword rang like a bell, so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and scolded angrily: "You can stay as long as you like, let you be beaten by the wind and rain in this mountain wilderness, and the thunder and sun will be ......."

With that, he turned around and left.

After walking more than ten steps, I listened to the sad sound of the sword behind me, up and down, like an abandoned puppy.

Fan Yu didn't really want to leave, leave it, how would he explain to Ying Jiu'er's demon girl when the time came?

In his stomach, there is a small snake with blue salivation.

The life is in her hands, borrow a few guts from him, and dare not really leave the Ziying Sword alone.

But the problem is that as soon as he touches the Ziying Sword, it hisses, and if he absorbs the little Qi in his body, he will come to a sword flying immortal.

He couldn't stand the irritation.

It doesn't work, it doesn't work.

Fan Yu stomped a few feet on the ground angrily, turned around as soon as he gritted his teeth, squatted in front of Ziying Jian, and stared at it: "It's okay if you don't leave it, but you have to be obedient." ”

slapped his head again, laughing at himself: "What do I say with your sword......"

Suddenly, the Ziying sword shook, and the hilt bent slightly, as if nodding.

Fan Yu's eyes bulged, he was dumbfounded, took a few steps back, pointed at Ziying Sword and said, "Can you understand me?"

Zi Yingjian tilted the hilt of the sword, as if thinking, and then the hilt of the sword nodded.

"This, this sword can also become a refinement?"

In disbelief, he confirmed, "You, can you really understand?"

The hilt of the sword nodded, and as if impatient, it hissed softly.

Fan Yu took a deep breath, calming his shocked mood, having experienced many fantasy events, and had some immunity.

As the Enlightened Word said.

Everything in the world, birds and beasts live for a long time, they become demons, utensils are contaminated with popularity, they will become essences, and mountains and rocks can become monsters when they get aura.

Presumably, this sword is either a refinement, or it has spiritual wisdom, otherwise how could it be so high.

I don't know where its former owner is sacred.

My heart moved, and I wondered: "Then why are you, when you were at Ying Jiu'er's before, you didn't show that you could understand people's words?"

The hilt of the sword has been all the way, and the sword body shook, making a crisp sound, as if he didn't bother to answer, and then as if he remembered something, he suddenly made a big noise, and the sound of the sword was cold and murderous and angry.

Fan Yu was startled, and pressed his hands again and again: "Don't be excited, don't be excited, I'll ask." ”

Presumably it was Ying Jiu'er, who used some method to seal the Ziying Sword, and by chance, he was stimulated by the breath of the wild boar goblin, and sucked the Qi in his body, which broke out of the shell.

It took a long time for the sword to subside.

"It's not early, we have to find a place to rest, don't you fly for me again?"

Fan Yu reached out and lightly touched the hilt of the sword, but he didn't react, so he grabbed it and swiped it over, bringing a hint of sword sound.

"Don't, leave me some seeds......"

But it was too late, the dantian was empty, and the remaining wisps of Qi were completely gone, and I wanted to cry without tears.

If you want to accumulate Qi, it is almost equivalent to starting from scratch, it takes ten days and a half months, and if you have a little seed, even a wisp, it can save half of the time.

Zi Ying Jian knew that he had done something wrong, and carefully bent the sword body, as if he was secretly looking at Fan Yu's expression.

Immediately, the sword body was soft, like a noodle, and he fell down in frustration.

Fan Yu closed his eyes and smiled bitterly: "If it's gone, it's gone, the daughter will come back when it's gone, and then start from the beginning." ”

opened his eyes, looked at the virtue of Ziying Sword, and said angrily: "I don't blame you, why are you depressed?"

Hearing this, the sword body of the Ziying Sword was slightly raised, and seeing that Fan Yu really didn't blame it, he immediately straightened up the sword body, 'buzzing', happy like a child.

Fan Yu is very angry, and he is no longer afraid, this is just a 'little boy' who has not grown up.

"Let's go, sleep in the cave tonight, or the wind and rain, it depends on luck. ”

I was depressed quickly, and I recovered quickly, patted the dirt on my body, and pulled my legs up the mountain.

Drilling into the mountains and forests, Fang wanted to swing his sword to cut the grass, the palm of his hand shook, a piece of numbness, the purple sword 'Zheng Zheng~' roared, and the angry sword body slapped the weeds and branches on both sides.

"Okay, okay, isn't this too much weed and thorns, who told you to bring me here?"

Fan Yu grabbed it tightly, but he struggled so hard that he had to give up: "You are powerful, you are noble, let's not cut weeds, okay?"

Ziying Sword has been sword body now, and as if he is not at ease, the tip of the sword is bent and 'looks' at Fan Yu.

"If you don't cut it, you won't cut it. ”

The package was lost, the clothes were gone, and naturally there was no cloth to wrap the Ziying Sword, so I had to carry it in my hand.

One shallow and one deep, go around the pit rocks and climb up.

Heavy snow covers the mountain, and the soil is firm but also smooth, and if you are not careful, you will fall, and it is surrounded by branches and vines.

I finally found a stone wall, and looked at the concave and convex on it, just enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Rest here tonight. ”

It was already dark, the mountains were buried in mist, and from time to time there was a rustling sound, and I wondered if the wind had blown off the remnants of snow from the trees, or if there were wild beasts.

I cleaned up the gravel, picked up some branches, wiped my waist, and was distressed: "The fire is also lost." ”

Looking at a pile of branches, I sighed.

It's already cold in the mountains, so you can't do without a bonfire, and if you don't have a wild beast in the middle of the night, you have to rely on fire to drive it away.

hesitated, so I had to use the most primitive method.

Drill wood for fire.

Tear off a few pieces of cloth, knead it softly, chisel it with stones, find a dead wood, and split it in half despite Ziyingjian's resistance.

Dig a small hole again and put the rags inside.

Immediately, he took a small twig and put it in it and rubbed it vigorously.

Half a quarter of an hour later, his hands were peeling, and there was no spark at all, so he threw it angrily: "What the hell ...... it?"

Bending the sword body, looking at the lively Ziying Sword, it buzzed, and half of his body was soft on the ground.

"What are you laughing at, it's all your fault, you said that if you are powerful and kill that boar demon, don't we have to suffer so much?"

Fan Yu scolded angrily.

Ziyingjian's body kept going, and with a 'zheng' sound, five or six fist-sized stones shook up, and he was about to hit Fan Yu.

'Smack~'

The stone suddenly exploded, and the stone turned into ash, falling on Fan Yu's body.

"Bah, bah, bah...... Are you crazy?"

Fan Yu hurriedly covered his mouth: "I'll get angry when I say a few words about you, what kind of sword are you." ”