[Comprehensive martial arts] Boy, is there a magic stick?

Probably because he was afraid that he would not be able to complete the task smoothly, the timeline that Hades asked him to pass through was very early. This can be seen from the boy who looks like he is only seven or eight years old lying in front of him. Clue.

Guicha just told him that the other party was the sword god Ximen Fuxue he was looking for—the future, the actual age is seven years old at the moment, and he has just started learning swordsmanship, and he is still in a relatively easy-to-talk childhood. After the other party grows up.

So I hope he can seize this opportunity and abduct him as soon as possible—ahem, it is to guide the other party to cultivate immortality and achieve great success early, so that he can complete the task sooner and get the chance of rebirth!

"..." Zhao Feiyu ignored the nonchalant words of the other party, but quietly looked at the sleeping kid who was lying in front of him, and the pistol that was neatly placed beside the other party. The black scabbard long sword that is his body at this moment.

The child's sleep was already deep, and the other party had just started practicing martial arts not long ago, and he was also in an erratic spirit state at the moment, so he was not awakened by their previous noises: "..."

Zhao Feiyu looked at the baby face of the kid in front of him, who could be described as immature and cute, and thought that he would just sit quietly until dawn, and then introduce himself cordially and friendly to this boyish version of Ximen Chuuxue, trying to give him Let the other party make a better first impression, at least don't let the other party mistakenly think that he is a strange uncle who wants to kidnap him or something...

However, he had just sat here for less than a moment, when he saw the young man in white obscene clothes slightly shaking his overgrown eyelashes, which looked like some kind of furry animal, and slowly opened his dark eyes. Colored eyes: "..."

"Hi, kid, how are you!"

Zhao Feiyu waved his hand in front of the other party with a smile, and greeted the boy who was looking at him with a pair of round eyes and a slightly dull expression at the moment.

"..." Ximen Chuuxue didn't make a sound, but still stared at him with his cat-like pupils, without blinking.

Zhao Feiyu covered his lips and coughed lightly. He also knew that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he suddenly found a ghost with a slightly strange appearance floating on his bed. The scene was really weird.

But after someone dies, the soul will keep what it was at the last moment before death.

He used up all the spiritual power and blood in his body to make a magic weapon to seal monsters, and finally died of mental exhaustion. His appearance before death must not be very good-looking, and his current attire seems to be too Slightly... A little more avant-garde, if he accidentally scares the other party, there is nothing he can do...

Ximen Chuuxue was originally sleeping on the bed in his bedroom, and at midnight, he suddenly felt a very strange feeling around him, as if someone was hiding in the darkness and staring at him silently... …

He hadn't heard the sound of someone breaking into his room before, and when he opened his eyes vaguely, he caught a glimpse of something translucent floating faintly on the bed beside him.

"..." Ximen Chuuxue was not sure if he was dreaming, because the appearance of that "person" was beyond his cognition, even if the other person greeted him in a friendly manner the first time he woke up. After saying hello, he still couldn't let him relax his vigilance for a moment. Of course, the premise is that if the other party is really a "person"...

The man had blond hair that was as bright as the noon sun, but his face was as pale as a wall, and the clothes on his body seemed to be quite different from their usual clothes. As for the others, Since the night was too dark, he couldn't see in detail for a while except for the faintly glowing upright staring at his eyes. In short, he was a weird guy no matter how he looked...

"..." Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, Zhao Feiyu was about to continue to say something, but unexpectedly, the young man who was still in a daze and stunned suddenly moved at this moment, as if he had finally come back to his soul, and picked up the words beside him. The long sword that was placed mercilessly stabbed in his direction!

Zhao Feiyu tilted his head slightly to dodge the opponent's fierce attack, then grabbed the sword in the young man's hand tightly with his hand, while scratching his hair in distress: "Wait, listen to me first..."

"Although I really don't look like a good person, I really have no malice towards you," Zhao Feiyu tried to comfort the other party and said, "If you want, you can call me Zhao Feiyu, I am the sword spirit of your sword!"

And he is also the one who guides you to cultivate immortality and guard the way in the future when you are a young man.

"Sword Spirit...?"

The boyish version of Ximen Fuxue looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, if you don't believe me, look into my sincere eyes!" Zhao Feiyu looked at the other party sincerely.

However, the young man sneered when he saw this, and before he could react, he turned his head and drank in the direction of the door.

Then, in less than a moment, a group of people rushed in from outside the door, obviously a group of guards from this Wanmei Villa.

And not long after, even the old housekeeper in the villa was rushed over by a tasseled man after hearing the news.

"I wonder if the young master summoned him late at night, what's your order?" The old housekeeper asked standing in front of the young man.

The young man had already put on his clothes at this moment, and he was sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the room with an unattractive face. However, seeing the other party's question at this moment, he seemed to be at a loss for what to say...

Zhao Feiyu was still sitting cross-legged on the bed with his chin propped up, looking like he was watching a good show, seeing the boy's eyes glance in his direction from time to time, he kindly explained to him: "It's useless, they can't see me except you! "

This is also the reason why the young man was unable to tell the matter to his mouth, because just after those guards rushed through the door, he suddenly found that no one else seemed to see Zhao Feiyu except him, even he The same goes for the loyal old butler in front of Wanmei Villa.

After staring at the old butler silently for a long time, Ximen boy finally hesitated and said, "It's okay, you guys go down..."

"Young master, your complexion is not very good. Could it be that you are sick...?" The old housekeeper was obviously very worried when he saw that the young man's face was still livid.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head slightly, raised his hand to pinch the center of his brow, and said, "It's nothing, we'll discuss what matters tomorrow, let's go down, I'm going to rest."

"Yes, young master!"

So even though they still didn't understand why, they had no choice but to take orders and leave.

After those people left, Ximen Chuuxue still cautiously did not approach Zhao Feiyu's place for half a step. He just scanned the opponent's body carefully for a week with his eyes, and then hesitated slightly: "You..."