Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

The magic sword drew a perfect arc in the air, and the tip of the sword, filled with cold murderous intent, was pointing directly at his forehead.

Mu Yunxu was in mid-air and had no time to change his moves. He watched the sword tip coming towards him and his breathing almost stopped.

Mu Xueyan had no intention of listening to the bickering between the two pet spirits. She was concentrating on watching the battle between the sword spirit and Mu Yunxu.

Seeing that his fourth brother was in danger, he waved his hand without thinking and shot out a sword energy, forcing the sword spirit back.

-

"Sister, what's going on?"

Mu Yunxu escaped from danger and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't panic, Fourth Brother. It's just a test."

Mu Xueyan smiled and comforted him, telling him the whole story.

"Excalibur?!"

When Mu Yunxu heard about the inheritance of swordsmanship, his eyes instantly lit up and his heart was filled with excitement.

"Sword Spirit."

Mu Xueyan looked at the sword spirit that had transformed into a human form and asked with a joking smile, "In your opinion, what is Fourth Brother's aptitude? Is he good enough to inherit Fu Lingxiao's legacy?"

"Qualifications are acceptable."

The sword spirit stroked the stubble on his chin and gave a fair comment: "But, compared to the young master, it is still far behind."

Mu Yunxu's brows darkened, looking a little annoyed.

"Fourth brother, there's no need to be upset."

Mu Xueyan patted his shoulder and encouraged him: "It doesn't matter if you can't get the recognition of the sword spirit. Everyone has their own destiny. Just because the Divine Sword Technique is not suitable for you doesn't mean that other sword techniques are not suitable. Sooner or later, you will find the sword technique that best suits you."

"I see."

Mu Yunxu was open-minded and smiled in relief: "Sister, don't worry about me. Fourth brother is fine. Don't get hung up on a sword technique and affect your mood."

"I feel relieved when Fourth Brother says this."

Mu Xueyan raised her eyebrows slightly and gave her fourth brother a sweet smile in return.

"Do you have other brothers?"

Jian Ling had sharp ears. When he heard her calling him Fourth Brother, he started to think: "Let them all try."

"it is good."

Mu Xueyan was just what she wanted and readily agreed.

"I'll call someone."

Mu Yunxu wanted to inform his brothers, so he took the lead and flew into the air on his sword, heading for Linghu Lake.

"Fighting in the bamboo forest is not possible..."

Mu Xueyan saw his intention and smiled jokingly: "Why don't we go to Linghu as well."

"Okay, I'm fine, anywhere is fine."

The sword spirit was quite curious about the divine jade space and happened to want to take a look around. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and he agreed with great pleasure.

"Master, don't go. Wait for me for a moment."

Shi Bao was a clever boy, and he helped Mu Yunxu buy time by using the lead: "Let me pack up all the treasures first, and then we can go together..."

"How long will you need to pretend?"

The sword spirit looked at the rare treasures piled up like a mountain, and his right eyelid twitched involuntarily.

"An hour."

Shi Bao was talking nonsense seriously, but when he saw his face change and he showed some impatience, he quickly changed his words: "Oh no, half an hour will be enough."

"let me help you."

Mu Xueyan did not expose his little thoughts. She actually squatted down, took out stacks of white jade boxes, and helped him put the treasures in them.

The sword spirit had no choice but to wait patiently.

After a while, he yawned sleepily, turned into a magic sword, and hovered above the courtyard.

Mu Xueyan and Shi Bao looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

-

The number and variety of treasures collected by Jiaolong are no less than those of Tiger King.

Xiao Shiling made a fortune again. After packing her treasures, she smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Chirp."

The clear sound of birds singing came from the mountains. The little phoenix flapped its tender little wings, flew over the wall, curiously circled around the magic sword a few times, and landed on Mu Xueyan's shoulder.

Mu Xueyan sensitively noticed that the flame doll in her dantian shook excitedly a few times when the little phoenix approached, as if it was acting coquettishly to her.

He said he was hungry and wanted to devour the Phoenix True Fire.

"hehe."

Mu Xueyan smiled softly and communicated with it with her mind.

The Phoenix Fire can only be found by chance.

Unless the little phoenix can breathe fire itself, you can take the opportunity to get some.

Otherwise no one can force that little ancestor.

The Fire Doll understood what its master meant and instantly lost its spirit. It shrank into a bean-sized spark, looking extremely aggrieved and pitiful.

"Ugh."

Mu Xueyan rubbed her eyebrows in pain.

It’s really not easy to raise a flame doll!

It's almost like raising a little ancestor.

The demon fire is hard to find, and ordinary flames cannot meet its needs.

Devouring the Phoenix's True Fire has whetted its appetite.

How many spirit stones would she have to spend to buy enough demon fire to raise this little ancestor...

-

"Is this the Phoenix?"

When the sword spirit heard the birds singing, it changed instantly and turned into human form again.

"Chirp."

The little phoenix looked at him curiously with its bright black eyes.

It seems to be saying, you are smart enough to recognize this divine beast.

"There really are phoenixes in this world?"

The sword spirit exclaimed in his heart that it was impossible, and was so shocked that he stuttered magnificently.

"Yes, I have?"

The mirror spirit found it funny and finally found an opportunity to ridicule him: "Why not? If you haven't seen it, it only shows that you are ignorant."

"No way?"

Shi Bao questioned: "He recognized Little Phoenix at the first sight, he must have seen her before..."

"Where have you seen him?"

The mirror spirit wanted to ridicule him, but then she laughed and joked: "Is this a dream?"

"It's not a dream."

This time, the sword spirit did not strike her with the sword because of her noise. Instead, it gave her an unexpected answer: "The master once obtained a magical scroll with nine kinds of true spirits painted on it. They seemed to be alive and lifelike."

"What painting?"

Jing Ling's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "Could it be the Nine True Diagrams?"

"Do you know the Nine True Diagrams?"

The sword spirit's expression suddenly changed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Know what?"

The mirror spirit glared and retorted unconvincedly: "Isn't it just a picture? Is there any need to be so scary?"

“That’s the picture…”

The sword spirit stared at him for a few seconds, then his eyes darkened, revealing an unspeakable sadness: "You have brought disaster upon the master."

"Ah."

The mirror spirit suddenly realized and looked indignant: "So it's because of this. Even if your master died because of the Nine True Diagrams, there's no need to blame me, right? If you stare at me with murderous eyes again, don't blame me for being rude..."

"Okay, stop talking."

Shi Bao was enjoying what she was saying and was eager to know the sequel. He interrupted her impatiently, "I just glared at you. It didn't hurt me. Why are you being so pretentious?"

"You can't just glare at me."

The Mirror Spirit complained indignantly.

"Why did your master bring about the disaster of murder?"

Shi Bao didn't want to pay attention to her and changed the subject.

"The Nine True Map was originally brought back from the Demon Realm by a close friend of the master..."

The sword spirit's eyes were filled with grief and anger: "I didn't expect that the son of the devil would target him and hunt him down. Before his friend died, he gave the Nine True Map to the master."

"The master avenged his friend by killing the devil's son, which angered the devil and brought about his crazy revenge..."