Everything was busy, it was sunrise, the three of them refused the villagers' hospitality, and returned to the wooden house of the three Wang brothers. Although they are cultivators and Buddhas, their cultivation is still shallow, and they can't jump out of the mortal dust, and the feeling of sleepiness hits, so they need to rest.

Ling Xuan returned to the room, although he was deeply tired and sleepy, he had no intention of sleeping, or he didn't dare to sleep. He stood against the window, looking out at the dense forest, and secretly distracted.

Before you know it, it is already autumn season, and a little coolness in the early morning is soaked into the skin, and the chill is steep.

The newborn sun casts a warm red light down, driving away the night's chill. The dew that had gathered overnight hung on the dense foliage, and the sun shone on the branches of the dense forest, and the golden light rippled by itself.

Ling Xuan grabbed the red feather from his shoulder with his backhand and held it between his hands, and in the sun, its fiery red feathers became more and more gorgeous. He looked at it and said to himself, "That red-clothed murderer, could it be Senior Sister Shangguan, why did she kill the three Wang brothers and use such cruel methods?"

The red feather squeaked a few times, perfunctory, spread its wings, bathed its entire body in the warm sunlight, and closed its bird's eyes comfortably.

Ling Xuan repeatedly asked the same question in his heart: Why did Senior Sister Shangguan kill innocent villagers? Why did Senior Sister Shangguan kill innocent villagers...... After a long time, he couldn't resist the attack of sleepiness, so he went back to bed and went to sleep.

He had a dream, in the dream, Shangguan Bingyu was wearing a red dress, like a beautiful sunset in the sky, she floated to his side, and seemed to say a lot to him, vaguely, but he didn't hear a word clearly. Suddenly, a pretty white shadow flashed, waking him up.

After a little rest, Jingchen had already woken up, and suddenly felt full of energy, he changed his clothes, came to Ling Xuan's room, and saw that he had not locked the door, so he walked in. The image of the murderer of the three Wang brothers described by the old man was very similar to Shangguan Bingyu, who the two of them met, and he was also puzzled in his heart.

After all, Ling Xuan was weak and sick, not like Jingchen, he could recover his spirit after a short rest, and when Jingchen came in, he was still asleep.

Jingchen did not disturb him, but sat aside and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, waiting for him to wake up. He waited for a long time, and saw Ling Xuan suddenly wake up, with a look of horror on his face. He stepped forward and asked, "Senior Brother Ling, are you having a nightmare?"

Seeing that it was Jingchen, Ling Xuan was slightly stunned, then shook his head instead, recalling the situation in his dream and the events of last night, he said, "Senior Brother Jingchen, in your opinion, is this the work of Senior Sister Shangguan?"

Jingchen thought for a moment and said, "According to the description of the old donor, the murderer's appearance and dress are indeed very similar to Senior Sister Shangguan, but Senior Sister Shangguan is kind-hearted, helpful, and broad-minded, not like such a vicious person. ”

Ling Xuan said: "Red Feather originally left with Senior Sister Shangguan, but last night, before the Red Immortal Sect entered the village, Red Feather came back again, I chased it out to take a look, and saw a red shadow heading towards the depths of the woods, I thought it was Senior Sister Shangguan, but I don't know why she refused to see me." It may not be a coincidence that she appeared here, and the person described by the old man was very similar to her. But Senior Sister Shangguan is such a good person, I believe that she will definitely not kill innocent villagers, I think there must be a misunderstanding. ”

Jingchen smiled, unwilling to discuss this issue, if Shangguan Bingyu was the real murderer, it would be fine, if she was not, if she spoke about her at this time, if she let her know, it would definitely hurt her heart. Jingchen has practiced in the temple since he was a child, and he has few friends, and he really doesn't want to lose any of his friends. However, any friendship is very valuable. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ling, after we find out the truth, it will come out, since Senior Sister Shangguan is our friend, we should believe her, otherwise, wouldn't it be in vain to get acquainted?"

Ling Xuan nodded, he knew that what Jingchen said was very reasonable, but he was still unable to put aside the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

Jingchen saw that his face was depressed, and he was also troubled when he thought about it, so he smiled and said, "By the way, last night Brother Gu gave you and me a flying sword, do you have a blood sacrifice?"

Ling Xuan took out the flying sword from the head of the bed on his side, but saw that the sword was two fingers wide and three feet long, and the whole body was crystal clear, as if it was forged from the finest mutton fat jade, the edge was as thin as a cicada's wing, sharp and boundless, and the cold air hit people; the hilt of the sword was carved from the finest mahogany, and the carving on it was very fine, and it was very beautiful.

Ling Xuan danced lightly a few times, but felt that this sword was light and exquisite, and it was very handy. He put down the flying sword and said, "All kinds of things happened one after another last night, if it wasn't for the reminder from my senior brother, I would have forgotten about it." ”

Jingchen said: "The magic weapon-level flying sword magic weapon, no ontological consciousness, a drop of blood on it can be controlled to attack and defend, but the flying sword magic weapon of the spirit weapon and above has a trace of independent consciousness, and it can be controlled without a drop of blood sacrifice, and it needs to be practiced for a long time by the user with the essence of the body, so that it can communicate with the user's mind and do whatever he wants." ”

Ling Xuan had read about this matter in the immortal classics collected by Yang Ming and others, and Zeng Nianyu and Fang Qin told each other, although he didn't know anything about it, he didn't know anything about it.

Ling Xuan smiled slightly, bowed, and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your advice." By the way, Senior Brother, have you practiced your flying sword dripping blood?"

"Amitabha, the elder brother Gu is very gracious, but the monk is pure in heart and has few desires, compassion is in his heart, and he should never use the flying sword as a weapon, although I accept this sword, but I must not drip blood to sacrifice, I have to keep it as a thought, in order to live up to the kindness of the ancient brother." ”

For monks, the magic weapons are mostly bowls, fish, rods and other sharp and restrained, and the weapons that are not rich in murderous spirit are the main, and those who control the flying sword are indeed very rare. At that moment, Ling Xuan didn't say anything about it, he bit the index finger of his left hand and gently dropped a drop of blood onto the flying sword, but as soon as the drop of blood came into contact with the crystal sword body, it was all sucked into the flying sword's body. The flying sword floated faintly in front of Ling Xuan's body, the crystal light flashed, and then it returned to its original state, but if you looked closely, you would find a trace of dark red streamer, slowly swimming back and forth in the sword body, like a gurgling stream, very beautiful.

Ling Xuan closed his eyes and carefully experienced the subtle changes in his heart after the blood sacrifice, but he felt that there was some connection between him and this flying sword, formless, colorless, but real, that sword, as if it was integrated with his body, the sword was one of his fingers, the heart was connected, and the feeling of heart and mind connection was very wonderful.

After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and suddenly, a cold feeling came from the sword body, and it was cool and comfortable all over his body in an instant. He danced lightly a few times, but felt that this sword was becoming more and more comfortable, and Ling Xuan couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

Jingchen didn't know anything about swords, so he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ling, have you thought about what name to give this sword?"

Ling Xuan thought for a moment and said, "This sword is as crystal clear as jade, clear and exquisite, and there is a faint red light swimming in the sword body, and the end is very magical. Senior Brother Jingchen, let's call it Jade Spring, how about it?"

After that, he suddenly sighed to himself, and his infinite melancholy jumped in his heart, Yuquan Palace, Yuquan Sword, the palace is no longer in the sword is still new, and the love sword in that hall is thinking.

Jingchen knew that Yuquan was the place where Ling Xuan of the Erji Sect lived, and he chose this name for this sword, intending to use the sword to be nostalgic. He nodded, not saying anything more. Suddenly, Gu Han's hurried cry came from outside the door, and said, "Two senior brothers, quickly, Xiaodao has discovered the Red Immortal Sect branch, how about the three of us go and destroy it?"

The two of them looked for prestige, but saw that Gu Han had changed into a new robe, giving people a sense of refreshment, quite a bit of seclusion, his delicate face and those thin eyes, full of excitement.

Ling Xuan and the others were both shocked, and said to the dust: "Brother Gu, is this true?"

Gu Han smiled and said, "It's true!"

The three hurriedly said goodbye to the villagers, left Wangjia Village, walked through the dense forest behind the village, and hurried south.

The three of them had only left for a moment when two pretty figures flashed into the cabin. These two people, one of them was born with the color of the country and the fragrance of the sky, the face is like a peach blossom, the skin is like a moist jade, the eyes are like a silk, the eyes are full of autumn water, the figure is tall and slender, and the red clothes are generous and decent, like a charming sunset;

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