The Secret Daily of Sword Spirit

The master carried Longyeon on his back, and we jumped to the circular cave before, and walked all the way out.For some reason, since the fire spring made Qi Luo disappear, the underground palace seems to have undergone a slight change.Although the place where the luminous pearls of the night cannot reach is still bottomless and thick black, it lacks the ghostly feeling before.

It turned out that the haunting here was so fierce before, and it was all supported by his own resentment... As the saying goes, love is as deep as hatred.

We looked for the mark and walked back, but after walking for a while, we began to feel that something was wrong.

I don't remember turning so many turns when I came here?And it's been too long?

The owner also felt that something was wrong, and when he encountered a crossroad again, the owner touched the mark on the wall and frowned slightly, "This mark is exactly the same as the one at the turning just now."

"They're all the same mark, aren't they?"

"No, I mean, even when it's painted on, the defects of the strokes are exactly the same." The master pointed to a slight upward mark at the bottom of the notch that melted from the right down, and an obvious peeling mark interrupted .

It stands to reason that the marks drawn by each knife may look similar, but in fact, the defects caused by the edge of the stone are completely unpredictable and completely different, as if there are no two identical snowflakes in the world.So if the traces on the front are exactly the same as the strokes and defects on the back, it can only mean that we have circled around and returned to the same place...

But how is this possible?We came in along the sign before, how could we get lost?

I don't believe in evil, so I rushed to the next place where the mark was engraved with the master, and compared it carefully.But as the master said, even the two obvious defects on the edge are exactly the same.

Is this a ghost hitting a wall?why?

The boundless darkness is about to move from four different directions, pushing against the meager pearl light.The hollow wind, like invisible fingers, twirled the ends of her hair, blowing layers of chill on her neck.

In fact, there is another way to verify whether this mark is teasing us.I exchanged glances with my master, as if I wanted to go together.

I said, "Wait here for me, and if I don't see you at the next intersection, I'll call you."

The host nodded.

So I channeled my spiritual power, and the blade glowed slightly, and ran quickly along the corridor marked with cross marks.After running for a while, I saw a faint glint of water, and a little hope ignited in my heart, so I quickened my pace and ran over.However, I saw the master waiting for me in front of me, and the light came from the night pearl in his hand.

I was a little silly, I was running straight just now, how could it be turning in circles?

I asked the master, "Which mouth do you think I came out of?"

The master pointed to a passage to the right of the marked passage.

Well, it seems that this mark is not used to guide the way, but to cheat.

So my master and I decided to choose an unmarked road and try it out.However, after walking for a while, we came to a crossroads again.The owner held up the luminous pearl and saw a familiar mark engraved on the wall...

It turned out to be the intersection just now...

In the next two hours, we tried all the passages, but no matter how we walked, we always returned to the same place.I can't understand this situation. If all the passages are in circles, why are the stone bricks on the ground laid straight?And we found that when we enter the same pathway, the pathways that come out may be completely different.For example, the owner is standing there waiting, I entered the first passage, and he saw me coming out of the second passage.And after I entered passage No. [-] for the second time, the host saw that I came out of passage No. [-], maybe No. [-], and sometimes even came back from passage No. [-] itself.If these passages are connected with each other, we may have entered a certain mechanism by mistake in a certain section in the middle, but I also tried to use the night pearl to shine on the wall, and walked inch by inch, and I didn't see any hidden doors or organs along the way. Yes, just keep returning to the origin.

It's all illogical, it's like hell.But if the only ghost here has been killed by us, what is trapping us now?

After two hours of tossing like this, I was so tired that I turned around to look at the master, only to find that there was something wrong with the master.

Although the pearl light was dim, I could tell that the master's complexion was not very good, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"Owner?"

I touched him lightly, but his body shook, and I quickly caught his body that fell backwards.I feel that the master's skin is very hot, it is actually heating up!

"How could this be?" I panicked.

The master blinked his eyes slowly, and held my hand soothingly, "It's okay, my body can't bear the continuous use of the Celestial Silkworm Frost Sword for the past two days. After I exercise my skills and adjust my breath for a while, I will be fine."

Sure enough, the owner of the sixth-level move, the Celestial Silkworm Frost Sword, was forcibly using it.That kind of terrifying move was burning his own life!

"Why do you want to do it if you can't do it!" I remember sweating on my forehead and being at a loss.Now trapped in this weird underground palace, without water or food, how will the master survive?

Watching the master's eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist, but still struggling to keep his head clear.I supported the master against the wall, then gently lifted his head, and brought my own forehead to it.

The temperature of the owner's forehead was very high, and it was not lightly burned.I poured spiritual power into the master's body continuously from the Yintang between the eyebrows. After the master felt it, he struggled.

"Crow Nine, don't waste your spiritual energy! I'll be fine after a short rest!"

But I was unmoved, the little resistance of the master at this moment was easily subdued by me, "Hey, don't move around, or I will do bad things in front of Long Yuan." The face-saving master really didn't move .I continued to pour my spiritual power into it, and I didn't back away until I felt that the heat of the master had subsided a little.To be honest, I just went through a big battle, and now I'm sending so much spiritual power, I'm also a little dizzy, and it took a while to recover with my hands on my forehead.

There was a bit of anger on the master's face, "You are disobedient..."

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, "Master, I have been with you for 60 years, and you haven't adapted to my personality yet?"

The master's eyes gradually softened, softened into a soft and helpless pampering, and reached out to rub my hair.I leaned on my master's shoulder and asked him, "Master, we won't be unable to get out forever, right?"

The master gently stroked my long hair, and suddenly chuckled, "I can't get out, and it might be a kind of happiness for two people to die slowly in this underground palace."

"Ah!" I sat up and stared at my master, "No way! Master can't die!"

Although I like the two-person world very much, the premise is that the master can't die!If the master dies, I will be the only one left.

My eyes fell on Long Yuan. "This guy has lived here for so long, running around all day, he should be familiar with this underground palace, right?" Although he is now in a state of autism, he doesn't respond to how he calls...

I picked up Yongyeon and shook it vigorously, then slapped my face twice, "Yongyeon! Get up! Get up!!"

Of course Long Yuan won't talk to me so easily, how can talking to me bring out his nobility and glamor?

I gritted my teeth and decided to zoom in.

"Master, I still have a way to wake up Longyuan, but you have to help me."

The master hesitated, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any danger?"

I scratched my hair, "...there is no danger, as long as Master sees that Longyuan is starting to become unstable, quickly recite the secret formula of Yujian to get me out of Longyuan Sword."

"What are you going to do?" The master didn't seem to believe me very much...

I had no choice but to tell the truth, "Our sword spirit can actually temporarily enter the body of other swords while other sword spirits are sleeping or not in the body. But... once the original sword spirit detects the invading sword spirit, it will It will instinctively want to devour the intruder. And it is precisely when the sword spirit is in the body of other swords that its power is the weakest, so it is still a little dangerous." The master showed a rejection on his face, "We can Think of a way. I thought about it, the situation here is so weird, it is probably caused by formations. As long as the formations can be broken."

"Oh master, how can we have that free time? I don't care if there is no water or food here. Master, even if you are already a half-celestial body, after all, you have not ascended yet, and you still need to take care of your body! Don't worry, I am so strong, Long Yuan If this little bastard wants to eat me, he must first kill himself~" I looked at the master firmly, and grinned confidently at him, my teeth blingblingly shining.

The master saw that I insisted, so he asked carefully about all possible situations.After explaining everything, I stretched my muscles, stretched my neck, and then rushed into Long Yuan's body.

There was darkness in Longyuan Sword, and no sound could be found.

I tentatively called out, "Lyongyeon? Xiaolonglong? Longer? Bitch?"

no respond.

Originally, it should be very crowded with two sword spirits squeezed into one body, but I don't know which corner Longyon is hiding in now, and I couldn't find him for a while.

Then, a fuzzy white light appeared in front of my eyes, and there was a vague image in it, some intermittent and some fuzzy.

In the image, there is a white-haired man in a black robe wearing a mask of the God of Exorcism, holding a full moon scimitar in his hand, looking at me indifferently... To be precise, he is looking at me in the position of "I" sword.

Although I couldn't see his face, for some reason, I could feel...disgust and irritability emanating from him?

"Longyuan, as I said, you are no longer my sword. Do you think that if you kill your master, I will pick you up?"

The white-haired man turned around coldly and walked away, "I, Qiu Mushuang, never take second-hand goods that have been touched by others."

I fought a cold war.

This scene, wouldn't it be Long Yuan's memory?Did Qiu Mushuang say such things to Long Yuan?

To that cold, cool, proud Yongyeon?

And Long Yuan didn't smoke him?

Not only that, but I also felt the pain that Long Yuan felt at that time, my heart felt like being sawed by some blunt knife, I couldn't tell whether it was pain or numbness.In an instant, all the pride and dignity were smashed, scattered on the ground at will, and crushed his feet severely.

This picture was swallowed by blood, and another picture emerged.At first it was pitch black and chaotic, and then, a piece of poignant silver slid in, like moonlight falling down from the sky, lighting up the boundless darkness.

It was a silver-haired boy with a handsome face, but his clothes were a little ragged and his face was a little dirty.That pair of very mature eyes, which are obviously young but seem to have experienced a lot of wind, frost, rain and snow, looked at me quietly.Or looking at Longyuan.

The boy's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy moonlight, extremely holy and beautiful.This may be the reason why Long Yuan beautified the other party in his memory?

The boy looked at "me" with a somewhat amazed expression, as if he was looking at something extremely beautiful.He touched the blade of "I" cautiously, then quickly withdrew his hand, as if he was afraid of being bitten.

"I...my name is Qiu Mushuang..."

"You...will you go with me? I...I will treat you well."

"The sword energy is unfathomable, like a mountain overlooking the abyss, and a dragon crouching on it, how about calling you Longyuan?"

The boy's hand was immature but warm, and he was slightly reluctant when holding the hilt of the sword.I felt something melted in Long Yuan's heart, he deliberately lifted his sword so that another boy could hold him.The boy's body is not tall enough, and it was very difficult to hold Longyon, but he still hugged him with all his strength, stepping out of the thick darkness step by step.

It turned out that this was Long Yuan and Qiu Mushuang's first acquaintance.Long Yuan seems to cherish this memory very much, the whole process has been added with soft light effects, and when Qiu Mushuang appeared on the stage, there was also the halo of the protagonist and background music.I can understand this kind of obsession very well. If I had a sword to spy on my first meeting with the master in my memory, it might be a hundred times more disgusting...

But when the screen changed, it turned into the masked, cold-blooded and ruthless Qiu Mushuang again. The full moon scimitar cut a heart-piercing scar in the air, and it was engraved on "me" again and again.The pain felt distant and numb, but what was clearer was a fragmented sound.

"I already have a new weapon, don't follow me anymore. You are free."

Then, everything fell into silence.

I don't feel very comfortable. Although those are not my memories, even for bystanders, it is enough to be entangled.

The results were predictable, but also surprising.Qiu Mushuang picked up Longyuan at such a young age, why did she really give up so easily?Is it really just for gratitude and faith?Could it be that so many years of sharing weal and woe, bloody storms, is not enough to make Long Yuan more important than those principles in his heart?

I sighed, and said to the empty emptiness, "Ah... I didn't mean to peek into your memory... I'm sorry..."

no respond.

In fact, I can't bear it, but it's not a solution to be trapped in the underground palace all the time.I hesitated for a while, and started to make a big move, "But then again, can you have some backbone? It's a peerless sword. Just because a scumbag doesn't want you, you will die or live. Are you still a sword? ? I think you read too many distressed novels? Stockholm Syndrome?"

Although there was still no reply, I felt a momentary disturbance in the atmosphere around me.

I cleared my throat, and continued to talk, "Look at you, if you want to have good looks, you want to have strength and strength, where is it not a magic soldier that tens of thousands of people compete for? You think you are so nervous because of a few gray hairs? Isn't he the first master after you have a spirit? What's the big deal? How many famous swords have different masters in the past and present, and they are still playing with one and the same at any age! Feudal or not! You! You The owner of Qiu, Shuang, and Huo, who looks average, has a bad temper, is not very good at martial arts, and doesn't know how to cherish his own sword. Ye Liangchen? Our master is still Zhao Ritian! He doesn’t want you anymore, you should quickly recite Amitabha! Follow a second-rate assassin like him, and you may be cut in half by some great god with a Pegasus Meteor Fist!”

The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly gathered rapidly, and the breath was disturbed endlessly.I heard the roar of dragons, and a strong sense of pushing and crushing passed my spiritual body.

Whoops?It seems to be really effective, this guy finally reacted?

I was thinking about whether to add another fire, but suddenly I felt a strong sword energy overwhelming me, overturning me.I quickly shook the sword body violently.Fortunately, the master reacted quickly enough, and pulled me back into my own body in an instant with the secret art of Yujian.

The master quickly picked up my main body and checked it carefully, "Yu Jiu, are you okay?"

I stretched out my hand and gave the master a thumbs up, "Okay~"

Unexpectedly, Long Yuan couldn't help scolding so much, I was scolded alive after just a few sentences...

And Long Yuanjian emitted a strong ice-blue light, and after a while, a human figure rose up from the sword.Long Yuan's blue clothes were still the same, his black hair drooped, covering his eyebrows and eyes.He raised his head slowly, and his sapphire-like ethereal pupils looked at me with a bit of confusion.

"Crow Nine...?"