Probing this sword, Yang Saburo suddenly thought of something, his face changed again, and he looked at Su Jing: "Do you want her to use this sword to refine her head into an inky golden crow?!"

As he spoke, Yang Saburo waved his hand violently, with a resolute attitude: "Impossible, this kind of practice will kill the little guy, as long as I am there for a day, this matter will not be mentioned again." ”

In the end, it was the same heart, as soon as Su Jingcai opened his mouth, Yang Saburo guessed Ni Duan, but because of this matter, the two had never talked about it before, and at this moment Yang Saburo only guessed half right.

Yang Saburo was already angry, but Su Jing smiled: "Can we not be so impatient?" Besides, I can't get my idea, so I invite you to discuss. ”

Yang Saburo didn't say that the little golden crow above her head was more exquisite, nodded at Su Jing, and sent a strange 'quack', which echoed in time.

"The ink color hidden in the remnant sword is too heavy," Su Jing continued, "At least for now, I don't want to move it and don't dare to move it, but some of our family are bold and have been discussing with me recently, planning to move this Mo family sword." ”

Su Jing waved his sleeves, summoned Tu Wan, reached out and patted the top of the blonde boy's head, Su Jing said to Yang Saburo: "It's him." ”

Yang Saburo asked rhetorically: "Just him?"

Su Jing is 'dragging the family with the mouth' in Moye, there are big and small, men and women, among them, the one with the highest cultivation is none other than Su Jing, a few yuan babies are good, but compared to the deity, it is too far behind, even Su Jing can't move the remnant sword, Tu Wan dares to fight its idea?

Tu Wan hit this idea.

Yang Saburo was a little interested and made a stone pier in front of him. sat down and said to Su Jing, "Tell me about it." At the same time as sitting down, Yang Saburo stretched out his hand and hugged Tu Wan to his lap.

Tu Wan's face suddenly changed to look like a baby, but he never regarded himself as a doll, dignified sword, smiling and proud of the immortal Buddha, he was hugged by a woman and didn't have to say, he struggled with his life, but his strength was not as strong as Yang Saburo, and he couldn't get out, and when he was angry, he only felt a slight sinking on the top of his head. Xiao Jinwu jumped from Yang Saburo's head to Tu Wan's head. The three paws were gouged through the golden hair, and sat down, as comfortable as a little hen lying on its stomach.

Tu Wan hurriedly raised his hand to pull the golden crow on his head. The little golden crow does not leave. Peck his hand with his mouth.

The three guys on the other side were making a fuss. Here Su Jing said: "He wants to cultivate this sword, hold this sword, use the power in the sword for his own use, and turn the body of the remnant sword into his own life." ”

Yang Saburo hugged Tu Wan with one hand and combed her hair with the other, with her thoughts and knowledge. I can understand Su Jing's meaning: "At the root, Tu Wan is a sword spirit; The lonely soul and the wild ghost have met the ownerless body, a match made in heaven, is this the truth you want to say?"

Su Jingcai nodded, and Yang Saburo sneered: "The truth is right, I am determined to move the mountain, and my children and grandchildren will be infinitely scarce, and sooner or later when the mountain will be removed, I will give it to his children and grandchildren. ”

Su Jing shook his head and clapped the sword box with his hand: "Do you know who this Mo family sword is lost in?"

Why do you need to say the answer, Yang Saburo understood when he saw what he said, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "It can't be him, right?" Su pointed to the blonde boy who was twisting and twisting on his lap.

Su Jing smiled: "The Mo family sword generation artifact fell to today's field and turned into a broken appearance, all thanks to Tu Wan!"

Yang Saburo laughed in surprise, bowed his head and said to Tu Wan: "I can't see that you had such skills back then! So once upon a time, you were also the Yaotian Divine Sword!" As she spoke, she reached out to pinch the face of the Yaotian Divine Sword.

Yaotian Divine Sword's face was black, and he couldn't break free from Yang Saburo's embrace, he couldn't beat her hand, and he couldn't drive away the little golden crow on his head. Fortunately, Yang Saburo was not too much, he let go after pinching it twice, and said to Su Jing: "Even if Tu Wan is extraordinary, even if he was not weaker than the ink sword back then, it was a matter of the past, and it has not much to do with the present, and now his soul is far from the ink color in the remnant sword, and he can't control it." The little crow wants to lift the mountain, but has no chance, and will only smash himself headlong on the rock. ”

Su Jing shook his head and responded: "Tu Wan understands the ink color." I don't know much about Tu Wan's past life, and he can't remember much of it, but he is very sure, and I truly believe that he has fought against the Ink Giant Spirit for a long time! Jealous and hateful, but also really understand the opponent. The five-year-old doll is in charge of thousands of miles of family property, and ordinary children are not competent, but what if this child is very good at business and knows everything about the family industry? ”

Tu Wan wants to do something beyond his strength, and Su Jing supports it only because: cultivation is dangerous. Su Jing's own practice didn't come from these five words.

Therefore, the younger generation wants to practice according to the ancient method, Su Jing helps open the way, the disciple wants to go to the netherworld to practice, Su Jing does not stop of course, taking risks is not sending death, there must always be careful preparation and hope for success, Su Jing has thought about the pros and cons several times, he thinks that if he is Tu Wan, he will also focus on this ink sword.

In that case, why stop it.

"However," Su Jing's words changed in his mouth: "Sword cultivation, with the strength of Tu Wan's son, he can't do it, he has to get the help of Zhengyang True Fire to be able to succeed The fire essence he wants is not much more expensive, but the essence of fire is pure, I can't give it, I can't give it until I fly immortals." ”

Su Jing cultivated the Golden Crow Fire Method, and his cultivation continued to improve, and his flame became more and more refined, but after all, it could not be regarded as the real Golden Crow Yang Fire, unless he could complete the Twelve Realms.

What Tu Wan wants is the purest yang fire.

Because of racial differences, although Xiao Jinwu's cultivation and combat power are far inferior to Su Jing, their flames are more pure than Su Jing.

"Tu Wan's 'sword palm', Xiao Jin Crow helps him to practice the same, but for her, it is another way, not like other Jin Crows to refine the sun and become holy, but to achieve a 'Mo Tianwu'!"

There are positive and negative sides to everything, and yang is the extreme of light. The paradox of light is ink to dark. Do rebellion and true cultivation, this kind of situation is almost extinct in today's world, but in ancient times, there were many people, the fire repairer went to the water to seek fire, and the wood repaired went to the gold to plant wood, it seems incredible, and the repair is difficult and abnormal, but once the real taste is cultivated, it must be a great achievement!

"Tu Wan has made up his mind, I won't stop it, but here is Xiao Jinwu, I want to hear what you mean. "It's all clear. Su Jing asked Yang Saburo after being the most embarrassed.

There are many similarities between Tu Wan and Su Qing's situations. The red-haired child went to Middle-earth to 'pick and rob' to do his own cultivation, and the blonde child didn't want to follow Su Jing'an to do the Golden Crow cultivation, he was a sword, but he was born in the fire but not a fire cultivator, and that ink-colored long sword was his chance and his cultivation!

It turned out to be weak. Out of reach. Now I have some capital. I don't want to wait any longer, I want to give it a try.

Yang Saburo lost his impatience at the beginning, gently stroked the feather crown of the little golden crow with one hand, and lowered his head and groaned for a while. Only then did he raise his head and say, "Five years." Let Tu Wan wait for another five years. ”

It's only five years, with a flick of his fingers, Tu Wan can afford to wait, and he can hear Yang Saburo agree to this, the blonde boy doesn't twist or struggle, he is happy, and he endures being bullied.

Taking the risk of doing the work, although Su Jing agreed, he didn't dare to be careless, and continued to ask Yang Saburo about the details: "In five years, what method do you plan to pass on to her?"

Su Jing thought that she was going to spend five years helping Xiao Jinwu to refine, and in the future, Xiao Jinwu would go to Tu Wan to 'take the sword', and the chances of success or self-preservation would be greater.

Unexpectedly, Yang Saburo smiled: "Don't say five years, that is, another five hundred years of training, I will not hand over the little golden crow to Tu Wan, the golden crow or there is a companion fight, but there is no reason to send the same clan to death, I want the little golden crow to go to the sword with Tu Wan, I just said: You are all dead this heart!"

Su Jing was confused: "What do you mean?"

"Five years is the time when I hand over the first day of heaven to the little golden crow. When she can hold the first sun alone, I can withdraw and help the blonde boy take the sword. Yang Saburo laughed loudly: "Su Jing, the words you said are useless, but only four words make me tempted - Mo Tianwu!"

The full certainty of 'casting the sun to become holy' and the completely uncertain 'driving ink Tianwu', Yang Saburo will be tempted by the latter, just because Yang Saburo is proud. There is a sun in the golden crow outside the sky, even if she refines it into a real day, it is not unusual, the golden crow, what does not cast the sun.

But if a black sun is cast, or if you harness the power of the true yang to contradict each other and reverse yourself into righteousness, then how proud will you be among your fellow clans!

After speaking, before Su Jing could speak, Tu Wan, who was sitting on Yang Saburo's lap, laughed loudly and was overjoyed! Compared with Xiao Jinwu, Yang Saburo was better, and she was more sure of the success of the sword baby.

Su Jing still had some concerns, the sun in the sky was related to whether Moye's vitality could be reappeared, and he couldn't help but worry about the progress of the day casting in the future. Yang Saburo knew what he was worried about, shook his head and said: "Don't worry, the beginning of the day, the orbit to survey the sky, the back is often the stupid kung fu, as long as she is not too stupid, and it will not be much worse than me." ”

So what else is there to say, everyone has their own needs and takes what they need, and it is a happy situation for all.

After the matter was negotiated, Yang Saburo did not immediately rush back to the sky, but started a new topic: "How much do you know about the Mo family's remnant sword and Tu Wan's sword spirit?"

"I don't know, but there are some guesses. Su Jing cleared his throat and said his thoughts.

In the territory of the green lantern, the ignorant girl has been carving the colossal statue of the innocent sage for thousands of years; the noodle-eating old Taoist pointed to the living sword mound dragon sword, and the shoes hide a full set of materials for refining the 'Heavenly Impermanence Pill' in the Jiangshan Sword Domain, and the two natives in the lamp have a great relationship with the innocent sage and the sword master of the country. True disciples, right-hand men, close relatives?

It is not known, but the close relationship is certain.

Because Tu Wan entered Su Jing's body, the two mysterious characters in the lamp were very close to Su Jing, and even Lu Laozu followed him.

In the depths of the West Sea, the ancient temple of the sky sank to the bottom of the sea, the shadow monk guarded the defeated temple alone, and when he was about to mourn, Su Jing suddenly got Tu Wan's guidance, all the way to the west to the remains of the ancient temple, and later led to a series of vicious battles, fighting the evil Buddha and killing the moa, but all the battles are afterwords, Tu Wan hurriedly took Su Jing to the West Sea, just to save the shadow monk.

Who is the Shadow Monk?

A generation of living Buddhas, the shadow of the blind-eyed monks of the Ferris Temple, is also the descendant of the monks.

It's enough, enough to see the relationship between Tu Wan and the ancient sages of the Fifth Circle - Nanhuang is innocent, the master of the Sword Domain. In ancient times, the blind monk of Baosha fought against the four major forces of Middle-earth against the army of ink giant spirits, and slaughtered old acquaintances and close friends, accounting for three of them.

Only the three-body fangs from the Netherworld have not shown any relationship with Tu Wan, but Su Jing still remembers one thing: in the west of the Netherworld, the Xixian Pavilion and then to the west, in the desolate Zhenjun Temple, Emperor Zu collected the corpse of the ten thousand ink giant spirits in a bowl, and the scenery in that bowl is difficult to forget even though it is only a glance.

Zulele's bowl. Who can see through the scenery inside? It's not Tu Wan's help. Wash your eyes for Su Jing. In other words, the three-body fangs who were seriously injured in the bowl were slaughtered at the end of the night, and a line was opened to allow Su Jing to enter the vipassana.

The four giants, all of whom are familiar with Sword Soul Tu Wan.

Tu Wan regarded ink color as a lifelong enemy. No matter how weak the sword soul is. As long as you encounter ink. Tu Wan will do an outbreak, even if the power is gone!

So Su Jing began to guess, guessing Tu Wan's origin: If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. In order to resist the invasion of the army of ink giant spirits, the four masters of immortals, saints, Buddhas and ghosts joined forces to forge a sword.

The Divine Sword, forged for the Ink Slasher!

It's not a guess, there is another reason why Su Jing dares to think like this: the name of the sword.

Wherever the ink giant spirit went, the sun extinguished and the moon set, and the great world fell into a dead and silent night forever.

Tu night, dark night, not what is the opponent.

Based on all the clues before, Su Jing dared to say that the name of the sword is the origin of the long sword! The long sword was cast for Tu Wan, and it was born for Tu Wan, and it was Tu Wan with the name of the sword.

Su Jing took the speculation as a story, and Yang Saburo listened to it with relish, nodding from time to time: "Go on." ”

Someone listened, and Su Jing continued to guess. In ancient times, the ink giant spirit suffered a big loss in Middle-earth, and if Middle-earth was able to win that battle, he didn't need to think about it to know that it was the credit of the four giants. Tu Wan is a divine weapon immortal blade that they specially forged to deal with the ink giant spirit, and it will definitely cause great damage to the ink giant spirit.

"I even think that even if the four ancient sages are no longer there, as long as there is Tu Good Night, Middle-earth will still have the strength to fight against the Ink Djinn. In other words, if you want to destroy Middle-earth, you can really guess after the first slaughter, and it's a blind guess, do you still want to listen?" Su Jing blinked and asked Yang Saburo.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly. Yang Saburo waved his hand to urge Su Jing.

Xiao Jinwu nodded vigorously, which was regarded as a help to Yang Saburo. Even Tu Wan himself said 'um', he couldn't remember his own affairs, and listening to Su Jing's 'blind guess' blonde boy felt enjoyable, as if it was real.

"If you want to destroy Middle-earth, you must first slaughter it. How to fold? It's not to find a divine immortal blade that can rival Tu Wan, so there is this sword. Su Jing stretched out his hand and patted the box of the remnant sword again.

Yang Saburo comprehended: "In order to fight against Tu Wan, the pickled giant spirit also refined a fierce sword. ”

"Yes, the sword was cast, and when he went to Middle-earth, he competed with Tu Wan, Gaba Gaba, the two swords and jade were burned, and Tu Wan's sword body was destroyed, and only the sword soul remained; To put it another way, if my guess comes true, Tu Wan was born to kill the ink giant spirit, but the remnant sword in the box was born to kill Tu Wan. ”

Speaking of this, Su Jing laughed: "The ink sword was born for Tu Wan, and now this sword is refined and held by Tu Wan, isn't it destined to be anything! ”

"I wish you success. Su Jing looked at Tu Wan with bright eyes.

Su Jing hoped that he would succeed, if there was no accident, the Ink Giant Spirit would at least try to find this ancient sword of divine soldiers left behind in the world of Middle-earth, and when they found out that this sword was actually controlled by the sword of the protector of Middle-earth, the expression must be wonderful;

Su Jing hoped that he would succeed, and one day the war would start again, and Mo Juling found that the best sword forged by his ancestors in order to slaughter Middle-earth turned out to be so sharp when he killed 'his own people', and his expression must be wonderful;

Su Jing hopes that he will succeed, if possible, Su Jing will work hard to fly outside the immortal sky, and Tu Wan, who went to the Mo family's lair to go around, will master the ink sword, and if he masters the ink sword, he will be a great sage in the Southern Wilderness with the great sage Jue, and make a big judgment in the netherworld with the big red robe, and be the ancestor in the control world with the Guixian painting skin, with this sharpening sword, Su Jing is very willing to do a 'own person' with the ink giant spirit, how happy it is!

After talking about the business and guessing blindly, Yang Saburo was satisfied, and took the little golden crow back to Jiuxiao to do their homework.

After five years, Su Jing took Tu Wan to go through another 'virtual body practice' practice, Tu Wan looked older, but the five, six, and seven-year-old children didn't look much different, and Su Jing couldn't tell how old the little guy was now.

Five years later, Yang Saburo landed as promised, and Su Jing also woke up from his meditation, looking up at the early sun in the sky that could only be barely called a 'star': "How is the little golden crow?"

"It's competent, rest assured. What about you?" asked Yozaburo rhetorically. Without Su Jing answering, the blonde boy who had just jumped out of him and came to greet Yang Saburo said, "Great!"

Yang Saburo smiled: "You can't stay outside for too long, let's go in and talk." ”

The golden crow woman, the blonde sword baby escaped into the Great Sage Jue Cave Heaven, and Su Jing also sent the sword box into the Great Sage Jue. The Demon Qiankun and the Great Sage Jue Cave are considered to be Tu Wan's territory, and after entering the period, Tu Wan doesn't need to talk anymore, just relying on 'conveying the gods' and 'reading the gods' to have a good chat with Yang Saburo.

It didn't take much time, Yang Saburo and Tu Wan couldn't sit opposite each other and burn incense, Tu Wan raised his hand to smash the sword box, and then took Yang Saburo's hand, and the two of them quickly spun into two bright lights of bright gold and gold red, and escaped into the hilt of the remnant sword for a moment, and the two flew back to the cave from the sword, shortness of breath and embarrassed.

But after landing, Yang Saburo roared, and the tall woman suddenly turned into a puff of flames, directly wrapping Tu Wan. At the same time, sharp and sharp intentions bloomed from Tu Wan's body, swimming among the flames. It's not a competition, it's a practice of showcasing their strengths.

The fire started, the sword rose, and after three breaths, San Lang collected the fire and slaughtered the sword, and the two of them escaped and rushed into the ink sword again

The next thing, there is no need for Su Jing's help, it is the cultivation of Jin Crow and Sword Soul themselves.

"The shadow monk entered the world to meditate, Su Qing kid cultivated in the middle earth, Xiao Jinwu practiced in the sky, and Tu Wan and Yang Saburo went to the remnant sword to do sword and ink control. In the Moye world, not listening to the quiet sleeping next to Su Jing, Su Jing smiled and chatted: "Once upon a time, there were eleven souls, twelve souls, and thirteen souls in my body were lively, and now I am left with my own Yuan Shen." ”

All of these people coexist with Su Jing, but none of them are attached to the lord, everyone has their own cultivation and efforts, and in the end, Qi Hui ——

2-in-1 chapter. (To be continued......)