Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

As he and Wei Yao returned to the room, Chang Qing was thinking all the way.

What is the basis for Youbi to think that he and Wei Yao are siblings?

Chang Qing asked him if they looked alike, but he did not answer directly.

Besides, he and Wei Yao did not look alike.

Wait, brother and sister? What do brothers and sisters have in common?

Brothers and sisters are born from the same mother and are connected by blood.

Is the basis for Youbi to draw this conclusion...

If so, then it will be troublesome...

Chang Qing's eyes became deep, and he began to consider the strategy to deal with it.

Seeing that Chang Qing sat down without saying a word after entering the room, Wei Yao did not dare to say much and sat next to him obediently.

After a long time, Chang Qing's brows relaxed a little

"You haven't eaten yet, do you still have spiritual stones in your pocket? Go to the inn to buy some food."

Coming back to his senses, he said to Wei Yao beside him.

Wei Yao shook her head.

"Master, I'm not hungry. What's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?"

"I'm fine. If you're not hungry, refine this imperial spirit first."

Chang Qing took out the telepathic spirit that Shi Qiuqi gave him and handed it to Wei Yao.

This was just a common telepathic spirit, and its grade was only a low-grade yellow spirit. Wei Yao still had extra acupoints to refine it.

On the way back, he had secretly checked the imperial spirit. Although he didn't find any traps, it was safer to let Wei Yao test it first.

Wei Yao nodded, took the imperial spirit, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and refined it.

After about an hour, Wei Yao opened his eyes and gently woke up Chang Qing who had fallen asleep.

"Master, Master, I've finished refining."

Both of them were active at night and dormant during the day, so they were almost always in a sleepy state during the day, and Chang Qing often fell asleep when he was free.

Over time, he and Wei Yao have made a rule that they can wake him up at any time if there is anything.

Although it is easy to suffer from neurasthenia if he does not get enough sleep, he does not care. With such a strong body, he must play the greatest role.

Chang Qing asked immediately after being woken up by Wei Yao.

"How is it? What is the thought in this imperial spirit?"

Wei Yao closed her eyes, activated the mind transmission spirit, and felt it.

After a moment, she hesitated.

"It seems that there is only an illusion."

"What illusion."

"A vague shadow is... dancing with a sword?"

"Is there nothing else?"

"No, young master."

Chang Qing held his chin and pondered for a moment.

"It seems that the imperial spirit itself has no problems or traps. The skills that Shi Qiuqi said should not be complete, but just a few moves."

Chang Qing was relieved and a little disappointed. He thought Shi Qiuqi was so generous that he gave him his own top sword skills.

It turned out that it was just a few moves recorded in the mind-transmitting spirit.

But it didn't matter. He never expected such a pie-in-the-sky thing to fall on him at will.

Besides, he has now practiced three sets of exercises at the same time: the other side of the blood sea, love, and the river water. Even if Shi Qiuqi gave him a complete set of exercises, he would not practice it. At most, he would learn some of the moves in it.

The complete exercises are definitely more valuable, and there are more moves worth referring to, but it's no big deal to have only one move.

Since Shi Qiuqi said that his exercises were created to defeat the world's number one sword cultivator, although it may be a boast, it must not be too bad.

Thinking of this, Chang Qing said.

"Give me the imperial spirit, you sleep for a while, and you have to get up to practice at midnight."

"Well, okay."

Wei Yao nodded obediently, took out the imperial spirit from the acupoint and handed it to Chang Qing.

Chang Qing was not going to expose the power of his innate spirit in front of her, so he pretended to refine it every time before using the Imperial Spirit.

He put the Imperial Spirit away, sat cross-legged, and pretended to refine it, while Wei Yao lay down beside Chang Qing. Soon after, she curled up like a tired little animal and fell asleep.

Seeing Wei Yao fall asleep, Chang Qing activated the mind-transmitting spirit.

With the activation of the mind-transmitting spirit, his consciousness entered an illusion.

It seemed to be a bamboo forest.

Under the bright moon, through the layers of bamboo forest, a man was facing away from him, holding a long sword in his hand.

It seemed to be a reflection of the moonlight, and the shape of the long sword could no longer be seen, as if only a bright sword light remained in his hand.

Perhaps because of the illusion, the whole world was blurred, only the bright sword light became clearer and clearer.

The man raised his hand and raised the sword, and the bright sword light danced with his body.

HisThe movements became faster and faster, and the slightly relaxed body gradually tightened with the sword dance. The sword dance seemed to travel through time and space, gradually bringing the man back to his peak physique.

The rhythm and changes of the muscles and tendons on his body, every meridian, every acupuncture point, and every piece of flesh and blood were clearly reflected in Chang Qing's eyes.

Everything was as if the chaos had just begun in ancient times, and the innate vitality in the world was wandering in the world, wild and sacred.

The long sword in his hand seemed to come alive, the snow blade of the sword fell like auspicious snow, the cold light of the sword tip flashed like dancing pear blossoms, and the sword body stood up and broke through the air like a dragon and stopped water.

The sweat that the man kept pouring out was shattered by the sword light that broke through the air, and under the moonlight, it emitted a different color of light.

Unconsciously, Chang Qing was stunned, as if it had been thousands of years, and as if only a moment had passed.

The moonlight faded and the sun rose.

Finally, the man slowly closed the posture, leaning on the long sword and looking at the sun rising in the distant mountains. The transparent meridians, acupuncture points, and flesh in his body all came alive with his breathing.

He looked at the sun, but asked Chang Qing behind him.

"Do you understand?"

Chang Qing shook his head subconsciously, and then remembered that he was blind. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the man's unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha, you can still watch for so long even if you don't understand. You have remembered it. You will understand it sooner or later in the future."

Then he threw the long sword that he had practiced all night back. Chang Qing caught it blankly. Before he could react, the man had already walked out of the bamboo forest with a big laugh.

"This sword is called Snow Blade."

His voice paused, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only a faint sentence came from afar.

"Give it to you."

Chang Qing was startled. Only then did he come back to his senses from the man's sword dance just now. He hurriedly wanted to throw the sword in his hand, but it was too late.

The illusion shattered, and his consciousness returned to reality.

Chang Qing hurriedly looked around.

The sky did not change at all, and Wei Yao was still sleeping soundly on the bed without changing his posture.

It seemed that he had watched the sword dance all night in the illusion of the telepathic spirit, but in reality it only took a moment.

Chang Qing felt a little nervous and went to sense his acupoints.

The next moment, his brows furrowed.

His realm was a momentary transformation, and he had ten acupoints.

Nine of them had three petals, representing the other side of the blood sea, love, and river water smoke waves that he practiced at the same time.

But there was another acupoint, which was divided into four petals.