"It's a good sword. ”

In the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Shui Qianqian's delicate face showed emotions such as surprise and excitement, and her fair and pink face added a hint of blush and coquettishness.

She held a long sword in her hand, a giant snake on the scabbard, and a large turtle lay silently on the hilt. The long sword was unsheathed, and the spiritual light was overflowing, and the silver light was dazzling.

This sword has always been enshrined in front of the throne of Emperor Donghua.

Jin Ziming's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to grab the sword, stroked the sword body lovingly, and said, "This is an immortal weapon, a real immortal weapon." ”

Flicked his fingers on the body of the sword, and made a clear sound, like a giant snake roaring, and like a big turtle sighing, which made people feel a little difficult to breathe.

Just the sound of the sword can have such power, and if it really dances, I don't know what kind of style it will be.

Shi Fei said: "This is the sword that the master left for the master to defend himself." After thinking about it, he added, "But no one has ever been able to pull a sword out of its sheath, not even the master." ”

The implication is that if you can pull out this sword so casually, you must not be mortal.

Shui Qianqian listened to the joy in her heart, of course, they are immortals, and it is natural for them to be able to pull out immortal weapons. How can mortals get their hands on immortal weapons at will?

Thinking about it like this, he was in a good mood, so he no longer paid attention to Jin Ziming's rude act of snatching the sword.

Lin Ziyuan also touched the scabbard and said, "Back then, I thought that the master had made up an uncle out of thin air in order to send the little demon out of the mountain, but I didn't expect that there really would be such a person." ”

I don't know who the master is, but he can casually take out an immortal weapon to defend himself with a mortal disciple.

This person's true identity must be extraordinary, and it is obvious that the Flowing Wind Immortal Lord also knows this person, and the relationship is not ordinary.

"Why is it apocryphal, can't the master have a fellow uncle?" Shui Qianqian asked unconvinced, and only then did she know that in Lin Ziyuan's heart, she had never believed that the master had a wandering junior brother.

"The master is a nether person, and he can ascend to the great cultivation power, and he has a master and a inheritance, so why can't he have the same door?"

"Then have you ever heard the master mention the situation of his master?" Lin Ziyuan asked rhetorically.

Shui Qianqian shook her head, she started relatively late, and the master and apprentice didn't get along for a long time. In addition, the disciples taught by the Flowing Wind Immortal Lord were already free, and they were all allowed to develop freely.

As a disciple, I finally met him, so I naturally asked first to solve my doubts, how could I have time to gossip about his past.

"The master did rise from the great sect of the human world at the beginning, but the sect was devastated in the previous immortal and demon war and finally disappeared. ”

"The master's fellow disciples also died in this battle, and the master was seriously injured and retreated at that time and could not get the news in time, and by the time he got out, it was already thousands of years later. ”

"The master is afraid that he will touch the scene, and all the aftermath of the sect will be handled by the senior brother. ”

It was the first time Shui Qianqian had heard of these words, and Jin Ziming also showed a thoughtful look, and said, "So there is no master in the world now?"

In other words, they don't have any uncle at all now, no wonder Lin Ziyuan swore that the Flowing Wind Immortal Lord was making up lies to trick Lu Xiaoyou's second goods down the mountain.

"Maybe the master also has a fellow disciple who has ascended?" Shui Qianqian said eagerly.

Maybe someone else has also soared, the uncle that the master said.

"Nope. Lin Ziyuan shook his head with certainty, and said with a wry smile: "Flying to the immortal realm is not picking fruits in the back garden, how can it be so easy." ”

It took tens of thousands of years for someone in the Nether Realm to ascend, and in the past 50,000 years, there were even fewer monks who could advance to the out-of-body stage. In order to replenish the manpower, the Emperor of Heaven had no choice but to break the convention and allow the immortals to recruit their own disciples and recruit monks from the out-of-body period to go to the immortal realm.

"Why do you seem to be familiar with your master's past?" Shui Qianqian looked at Lin Ziyuan suspiciously.

Could it be that he secretly looked through the resume of the Flowing Wind Fairy Lord, well, there are so many books in the thatched shed, maybe it is really possible that the Flowing Wind Fairy Lord accidentally put his past in it one day.

Lin Ziyuan said solemnly: "Because my surname is Lin." ”

What a broken reason!

If you don't want to say it, don't say it, is it necessary to fool people like this? Shui Qianqian was very angry and turned her head to ignore him.

However, Jin Ziming suddenly realized and said: "I heard the second senior brother say that when the master was in the lower realm, the common family name was Lin, it turns out that Ziyuan, you are the descendant of the master." He was amazed.

"Don't dare," Lin Ziyuan said with a smile, "My ancestor just happened to have the same surname as the master, but my family doesn't know how many generations ago the ancestor and the master were in the same family, so I was fortunate to meet the senior brother and was taken to Qingmiao Mountain by him." ”

He spoke to Jin Ziming, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at Shui Qianqian.

You see, I didn't fool you, I really didn't.

The three of them just chatted as if no one was around, and Shi Fei on the side had already been stunned.

What he heard, "Nether", "Human Cultivation Power", "Ascension". God, why does these people talk as casually as they talk about the weather, is it because his ears are broken and he heard it wrong?

"How old are you?"

"I can't remember, if not ten thousand, there are eight thousand. Lin Ziyuan subconsciously replied, and after speaking, he found that the person who asked this was not in the hall, but came from outside the door.

Hurriedly turned around to look, and saw a small black figure walking in all directions, trying to climb up to the knee-high threshold, and "grunting" from the threshold and falling down, and everyone in the hall was amused by this funny scene.

Lu Qiqi got up from the ground in embarrassment, but fortunately, the black hair on the dog's face was thick, and she couldn't see that she was blushing.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Qiqi pretended to be vicious and shouted, but how could she feel that there was no confidence in her voice.

"Haha," Shui Qianqian simply laughed louder, "As soon as you enter the door, you can do such a big ceremony, your father and his old man are not happy to bloom, such a polite girl, oh no, the dog girl can't find it with a lantern." ”

"My father?" Lu Mi's eyes flashed a trace of confusion, and then suddenly, he looked up at the statue of Emperor Donghua and said, "Don't you say that I really forgot, the strange old man said that he was my father." ”

She took a few steps forward, jumped up on the offering table, and looked left and right, up and down, with her head held high.

"It's still good-looking. ”

The Emperor of Donghua who appeared at the faint ceremony, that peerless demeanor, even if the sky was dark, even if there were large stains on the sleeves, even if he had a straight face. Lu Mi also left a very deep impression on him.

It's a pity that she was patronizing to help Huo'er find her father, but she had long forgotten that her father was also there. Well, in fact, she really didn't associate the word "father" with Emperor Donghua in her heart.

Her memory of the cheap father who threw her in Qingmiao Mountain had faded and only a pitiful thin shadow remained.