Sweat soaked his clothes, the spring breeze blew, his clothes pressed against his back, and the coolness spread from his back.

"It's good, it's good, it's good, it's not bad, it's just unorganized, it's messy, it's a mess. Wujie sat on the cyan stone steps in the backyard, holding a pot in his hand, and the pot was naturally tea not wine, and Wujie didn't like to drink.

He took a sip of tea from the lake, looking relaxed, holding the ground with his left hand, holding a pot with his right hand, leaning over, his left leg on the ground, and his right leg standing on his knees.

He was commenting on Qi Ying'er, who was practicing swords in the courtyard.

Wujie coughed and wiped the tea leaking from the corner of his mouth, "Who did you learn this swordsmanship from?" If you continue to practice like this, you will have to exhaust yourself to death. ”

Qi Ying'er gasped, he really felt like he had exhausted his strength when he practiced the sword this morning, Qi Ying'er put the sword into the sheath, arched his hand and said: "Senior, no one teaches the disciple swordsmanship, the disciple practices it alone..."

"Nonsense! The old man hates people who can lie the most, you look honest but you are a person who can't tell the truth!" the old monk seemed to be a little angry in his words.

Although Qi Ying'er was confused, she still said respectfully: "Senior, the disciple didn't lie, the disciple worshiped under my master, but I have never seen the master since seven years ago, and the master didn't teach me any swordsmanship, but just gave me a simple book for strengthening my body and... Therefore, on weekdays, it is always the disciple who practices swords alone. When it came to the wooden sword, Qi Ying'er didn't continue to mention it, he knew the secret of the wooden sword, and he also knew that it had caused a lot of trouble, and he didn't want to cause anything more.

I saw Wujie snort, then sat up straight, patted the bluestone steps and said, "Listen to you, didn't you tell me the truth? Does your master have anything else besides giving you a sword book?"

Qi Ying'er lowered her head and said for a long time: "That's right, in addition to a sword book, there is also a ......"

"Huh?" Wujie took another sip of tea.

Qi Ying'er touched the hard thing in her arms and said, "There is also a wooden sword." ”

"Oh, and a sword made of wood. Wujie didn't look surprised, but this made Qi Ying'er seem a little lost, he thought that Wujie would definitely react.

Qi Ying'er said again: "That's not an ordinary wooden sword, it's a ......."

Wujie suddenly smiled and said, "Of course it's not an ordinary wooden sword, otherwise the old boy Mu will give you a piece of wooden lump?"

When Qi Ying'er heard this, it seemed that Wujie not only knew about the wooden sword, but also knew who his master was, but he called his master Mu Wuya an old boy, which made Qi Ying'er feel a little unhappy.

Wujie put the teapot on the stone steps, and beckoned to Qi Ying'er again: "Come here, bring that wooden sword over for me to see." ”

Qi Ying'er was a child after all, and he was afraid that Wujie was also fighting the idea of this wooden sword, so he held the wooden sword tightly in his hand, but he didn't move forward.

Wujie snorted: "I'm so old, will I rob you?" If you don't give it to me, I'll leave, and I won't care about you if you talk to me again!"

He didn't rob him, but he had a weirder temper than a child, and he would ignore you if you didn't show him, and he would certainly do what he said. Qi Ying'er had no choice but to give him the wooden sword, Qi Ying'er didn't want to offend an old-timer.

Wujie held it in his hand and looked at it, squinting at the hilt of the sword for a while, and looking at the tip of the sword with wide eyes for the next, and it really looked like a child looking at something new that he had never seen before.

Wujie praised while watching: "Amazing, really amazing!"

Qi Ying'er seemed a little proud, and a smile spread on her face. But Qi Ying'er was still staring at the wooden sword, for fear that Wujie would accidentally fall to the ground and break it, in fact, Qi Ying'er also knew that this wooden sword would not break so easily.

Wujie looked at him, and then stretched out the wooden sword: "Give it back to you, the old man disdains your things, look at you like that, are you afraid that I will break it for you?"

Qi Ying'er took the sword with a smile and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

Wujie held up a finger at him and said, "Thank you for what I am doing? I ask you, you must tell the truth, and you can't mix the slightest lie!"

Qi Ying'er held the wooden sword, and her heart was much more steady, "Even if the senior asks, the disciple must tell the truth." ”

Wujie said: "Have you seen the vision of this wooden sword?"

Qi Ying'er nodded and said, "I've seen it, and it's more than once." ”

Qi Ying'er told Wujie about the strange things that she encountered for the first time when she was in the cave behind her hometown until the strange things that happened a few days ago.

Looking at it again, Wujie looked at Qi Ying'er's eyes as if they had changed, and they became indescribably praised. It seems that Qi Ying'er has achieved a lot.

Wujie said: "Okay, that's good." You know, you're the luckiest person in the world!"

Of course, Qi Ying'er didn't know, and Wujie said: "This wooden sword was left by your ancestral master, and it has the peerless knowledge that he left for future generations, so many people want to get it." ”

Qi Ying'er's hand clenched even tighter, as if the wooden sword would suddenly fly out of his hand.

Wujie smiled: "But even if 10,000 people get this sword, this sword is nothing more than a piece of wood to them, and it is not as good as burning firewood." ”

Qi Ying'er didn't understand, and said without a ring: "This wooden sword is a relic of your ancestor master, the ancestor of the Ten Swords Sect, Zunyang Zhenren, how can it be easily obtained by others?

Qi Ying'er looked at the wooden sword in her hand and seemed to understand.

"This wooden sword will choose its master, if it doesn't like someone, it is a piece of wood, if it chooses you, he will let you get the most precious treasure!"

Qi Ying'er couldn't help but ask, "Treasure?"

Wujie said: "Of course it's not gold and silver treasures, those are just dung! This treasure can make you invincible! Make you proud of the crowd!" Wujie said with momentum, Qi Ying'er was also enthusiastic when he heard it, he not only knew the treasure, but he already had that treasure!

Wujie saw it, but he suddenly closed his mouth, then closed his eyes again, and only heard him say slowly: "It's a pity that you only got half of the treasure, and this half of the treasure may harm you." ”

Hearing the tone of Wujie's voice suddenly turn sharply, Qi Ying'er's palms couldn't help but ooze sweat, and she said in a trembling voice: "Hurt me?"

Wujie opened his eyes, his eyes became dark and bright, and he nodded slightly: "I also said just now, your moves are messed up, and you will exhaust yourself sooner or later." ”

"Today's disciples do feel a little struggling, but they have never been so powerless before, and they feel that Tezuka's sword is like a thousand catties of bells. ”

Wujie smiled: "Well said, well said, you are really an honest child." Do you know why this is happening?"

Qi Ying'er shook her head blankly, stood up without ring, walked towards him slowly, and said slowly: "You just said that your whole body is burning, like it's on fire, right?" ”

Qi Ying'er nodded, Wujie suddenly crossed over to him, pinched Qi Ying'er's wrist pulse with two fingers, Qi Ying'er suddenly lost all her strength, as if she would fall to the ground as soon as she relaxed.

His eyes widened and he looked at Wujie in disbelief, but Wujie had an expressionless face facing him, like a piece of wood.

Qi Ying'er suddenly burned a fire in his heart, a fire of anger, before he could only stare at him with his eyes, and he couldn't do anything, but now the fire of anger instantly burned all over his body, as if he was in a sea of fire.

Wujie let go of his hand and jumped back.

Qi Ying'er was as red as a fireball, and the sweat on her clothes was also steamed.

There was fire in his eyes, and smoke slowly wafted out of his hand holding the wooden sword, accompanied by the smell of burning.

I only heard Wujie shouting: "Qi Ying'er!" This voice was not loud, but Qi Ying'er sounded like thunder, echoing in his body.

Qi Ying'er woke up, he didn't feel the heat, as if he had forgotten what had happened, he only saw Wujie's heavy face and a pair of dark eyes as if he was worried about something. He suddenly felt something strange in his left hand, and when he picked it up and looked at it, he was shocked—there were deep fingerprints on the hilt of the wooden sword, and the surrounding area was still scorched, and there was no doubt that it was his own fingerprint.

Qi Ying'er was a little flustered, standing on the ground in the empty backyard, eating and asking, "What's going on?"

After a long while, Wujie sighed, "You have turned into fire!"

Qi Ying'er was stunned, he knew the meaning of Wujie, and he had experienced it before, but what was it that made him like this?

Wujie asked, "Do you know what kind of martial arts cheats are in this wooden sword?"

Qi Ying'er was silent, he thought he had answered, but he didn't answer. Wujie continued: "This sword technique is called 'Phoenix Fire Sword', it is the highest mastery of Zunyang Zhenren, it is said that people who practice this sword technique will be like a phoenix bathing in fire, not only the whole body is scorching, but even the air in a radius of two feet will evaporate......"

Qi Ying'er was still silent, he didn't know how to show surprise, he just silently looked at the scorch marks on the wooden sword.

Wujie stretched out a palm, his palm was very wide and thick, at a glance, he knew that he had been cultivating in his hand for at least decades, and Wujie could even use his palms to fight with the enemy's swords, guns, axes, and axes, and he would be unscathed.

But at this time, there were three obvious burns on this hand, and the thumb, index finger, and middle finger were red, and it seemed that the skin had been peeled.

Qi Ying'er looked at it, but she didn't know how to say it, and said without a warning: "Not only your wooden sword, but even the old man's hand was burned by you just now." ”

Qi Ying'er finally spoke: "How can this be?"

Wujie smiled: "I can't blame you either, you're just defending yourself, in order to protect yourself." Wujie paused and continued: "I pinched your veins just now, although it will not kill you, but it will make you weak and reach a state of death. And you think you are going to die, so you want to fight back, but you can't use any strength, and at this time, the 'phoenix' in your body will come to save you. ”

Qi Ying'er exclaimed, "I have a phoenix in my body?"

Wujie said: "That is the inner strength of the Phoenix Fire Sword you have learned." ”

Qi Ying'er said, "I've already learned the Phoenix Fire Sword?"

I saw Wujie shaking his head and laughing, as if he was laughing at a naïve child who thought that the rain was because of what the Dragon King did.

Wujie said: "Do you think it's a good thing to let it save you?"

Qi Ying'er didn't ask, "Isn't it a good thing?", he waited quietly for Wujie to continue.

"Just like a human being, if it saves you once you owe it a debt to it, and it can ask you for what it needs. ”

Qi Ying'er asked, "What does it need?"

Wujie said coldly: "It wants your body! It will occupy your mind! You will also go crazy." His voice was so flat, it was like a bolt from the blue to Qi Ying'er, he thought back to the previous scene, "Am I already going crazy?"