The original misunderstood me! ! !

Wen Yue fell asleep for a whole day and night before waking up.

His muscles and bones are weak, and his body still has some soreness and stagnation due to excessive consumption. Fortunately, his energy has recovered? Seven or eight, Xie Shu and the others should have sent him a lot of mana.

Wen Yue opened his eyes, the Ziyue light was gone, and the sunlight streamed down along the window sill, illuminating the room brightly.

He said: "Junior Brother, Ah Yi?"

The one who pushed the door and entered was the sword spirit whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The sword spirit is rarely transformed, still dressed in white, like a delicate and indifferent real doll.

He was holding a medicine bowl, and the brown medicinal juice in the bowl gave off white steam. He just stared at Wen Yue quietly for a few seconds, then walked over and sat by the bed: "Ayue, are you awake?"

"Hmm." Wen Yue subconsciously wanted to take the bowl from Sword Spirit's hand, but Sword Spirit turned it sideways to prevent him from touching it.

He stretched out his slender fingers, pinched the white jade spoon, scooped up a spoonful of concoction, and brought it to Wen Yue's lips: "Taste it."

Although slightly twisted, Wen Yue drank it anyway.The concoction that seems difficult to drink is not very bitter, and a hint of sweetness spreads in the mouth.

"I added? Nectar." Sword Spirit said.

Wen Yue knew that the sword spirit took care of him after he was struck by the lightning, but at that time he was in a coma and didn't feel anything. How much is it to be taken care of by such a child who is not as tall as his shoulders now? Some regrets.

"Thank you Xiaoyuan, but? Since this medicine is not bitter, how about? Drink it all at once to save trouble."

The sword spirit glanced at him, turned a deaf ear to him, as if to bet his mouth, and fed Wen Yue one spoonful after another until the entire jade bowl was empty.

Wen Yue's Adam's apple rolled, swallowed the last mouthful of the sweet but bitter concoction, and finally asked what he had been wanting to ask in his heart.

"By the way? Xiao Yuan, where is Xie Shu? Where's A Yi?" Wen Yue said, "I'm sure he's still sleeping."

The sword spirit put the spoon back into the bowl, and made a soft "ding—" sound: "A Yi is practicing the knife outside, Xie Shu has something to go out?"

Wen Yue:?

"He didn't tell me where? Where, okay? He seemed to be in a hurry, so he left in a hurry." Jian Ling said, "Does Ayue miss him very much?"

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue: "I care about each of you."

Since the sword spirit didn't know, Wen Yue tried to transmit the voice to Xie Shu, but for some reason, he tried several times, but there was no response at all.

This made Wen Yue feel inexplicably flustered—since he met Xie Shu, the two of them were always available to each other, and there were almost no cases where they couldn't get in touch.

He always felt something was wrong.

Seeing everything in his eyes, Sword Spirit blinked: "Ayue can't contact Xie Shu?"

Wen Yue frowned: "...um."

"Should he be back in a few days?" Jian Ling's expression was calm, without showing any signs of panic, "Don't worry, he'll be fine."

"Ayue, let's go eat first."

How much has the sword spirit's attitude affected it? Wen Yue, he calmed down a bit, and said, "Okay?"

The two walked out of the cabin, and Situ Yi was practicing swords in the open space not far away.

Since leaving Bizhu Peak, this child has never played with cats or dogs in the mud again.Every day, I consciously practice swordsmanship, and actively ask Wenyue Xieshu for advice. Sometimes I even feel that my practice is not enough, so I ask Wenyue to increase it.

In just a few months, the silly apprentice has been reborn and really grown up?

Wen Yue was relieved and at the same time a little melancholy - if the plot didn't go off track, who would want to grow up in such a tragic way?

The carefree days of Bizhufeng are gone after all?

Situ Yi was seriously studying saber techniques in an open space. When he saw them, he put away his saber neatly and said hello: "Master, Xiaoyuan!"

He paused his saber practice, and according to the sword spirit's request, he lit a firewood in an open space and roasted a few hares and three sweet potatoes.

After the three of them finished their meal, the sun had already set.

During this period, Wen Yue tried several times, but still failed to contact Xie Shu.

Feeling uneasy again? Come out, reflecting the gradually darkening sky, more and more silted up.

Situ Yi had a big heart. He completely accepted the "truth" that "Uncle Master has something to do, and he will be back in a few days." The bottles and cans were stuffed back into the Qiankun bag, and I went to another mountain to pick up some new firewood and dry it for later use.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the valley.

Sword Spirit glanced at Wenyue, came to the other side of the fire, stretched out his right hand, and made a gesture of a move towards the small river not far away.

A stream of clear water swirled and flew towards the two of them, splashing on the still burning charcoal fire, making a "sizzling" sound.

White smoke was rising, temporarily blocking the sight of the two of them.

Wen Yue's bone sword moved suddenly.

The magnitude is actually extremely slight. If it wasn't for the quiet surroundings, Wen Yue might have ignored it while sitting on the ground.

He grasped the hilt of the bone sword with some doubts, and unexpectedly found that the bone sword, which was usually cold, was heating up.

Wen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head.

The place where the palm meets the hilt emits a slight light, and there is a slight dragon chant in his mind.The dragon chant was not very clear, mixed with a more distant and vague voice: [Qingcheng Mountain has been sealed... Be careful of the sword spirit...]

It's like thousands of mountains and rivers are separated.

Wen Yue thought he had heard wrong?

He clenched the hilt of the sword again, and even pressed his thumb on the back of the sword, trying to reproduce the voice just now.

This time, I couldn't even hear the dragon's chant? Only the ancient wind sounded in the depths of the soul, as if the dragon soul had been alone in the lonely void for thousands of years.

Wen Yue trembled all over.

He was sure that the voice of Xie Shu appeared in the bone sword just now.The voice was familiar and weak, as if it would stop at any moment.

He just wondered if he heard the wrong words.

Qingcheng Mountain has been sealed... Be careful of the sword spirit...

The last wisp of white smoke was blown away by the wind, and the sword spirit's cold eyes fell on him, as if a thin sheet of snow had fallen.

"Ayue, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Yue stood up abruptly: "...I want to go back to Qingcheng Mountain."

He gritted his teeth, tried not to show any abnormalities, and relaxed and relaxed his facial expression.

His right hand was holding the hilt of the sword, and his voice was imperceptibly stiff: "Although the resentment on the Dragon Bone Sword has been partially resolved, it is still far from enough."

"Two days ago, Junior Brother said that he would take some time to go back to Qingcheng Mountain, and use the tortoise shell to find Master for a divination." Wen Yue said, "I haven't been able to contact him for a long time, so I am a little worried, and I want to go home and have a look. .”

"What if I don't allow it?"

Sword Spirit's voice was erratic: "Qingcheng Mountain is your home, so what is Bizhu Peak?"

Wen Yue was exhausted by this sentence, and didn't even bother to cover up the lie: "It's the home of the immortal king and the demon king."

With a tentative mind, he sacrificed the Dragon Bone Sword. Before he stepped on the back of the sword, a stream of light came over and knocked the Dragon Bone Sword to the ground.

With a sound of "Kang Dang", the sword spirit turned into a sword and stood in front of Wen Yue, and a cold voice came out from the sword body: "That's not it!"

Wen Yue looked at him warily, suspicious in his heart.

Xie Shu's reminder gave him an "extremely bad" premonition. Wen Yue stared at the long sword and said, "Xiao Yuan, why did you stop me?"

"The sudden disappearance of Xie Shu has something to do with you?"

Sword Spirit looked back at Wenyue, expressionless: "He's just going back to where he should be."

"A Yue, don't meet him again."

Wen Yue just felt incredible.

Such a question and an answer, although not fully clarified, the meaning revealed in it is almost the same.

"...Do you know what you're talking about?" Seeing Yu Zheyuan's face, Wen Yue tried his best to suppress his anger, "Stop making trouble? Let me go back, or you can let the younger brother come back."

"He won't come back." Sword Spirit said stiffly, "Impossible."

Sword Spirit doesn't eat soft and hard, and his attitude is as hard as a stone in a latrine, which makes Wen Yue completely mad?

A burst of unexplained panic rose from the bottom of my heart.

Wen Yue: "Get out of the way!"

Sword Spirit: "No!"

Hearing the sound of "Ceng——", Wen Yue urges the bone sword, facing the blade of He Gu's sword with the back of the sword, trying to use this move to sweep away the obstacles in front of him.

He still left a slight leeway, after all, the child in front of him is Yu Zheyuan's sword spirit... Yu Zheyuan didn't think so.

He trembled violently, and a layer of hoarfrost condensed on He Gu's sword at a speed visible to the naked eye.

You actually used the lovesickness sword I taught you to deal with me...

The blade slashed across the Dragon Bone Sword and flew towards Wen Yue's back.

The sword wind seemed to be the same as a single hand, slashing on Wen Wenyue's neck.

Wen Yue's eyes darkened.

……

When Wen Yue woke up, he felt sore and limp all over, as if he had extradited the resentful spirits to the "Book of Yin and Yang" again, drained his mana to make offerings, and carried out a grand salvation.

It was very dark all around, except for a gleam of light from the cracks in the wooden windows, shining in the dark room, revealing a deep red.

Like a smear of old blood, subtle and treacherous.

He couldn't see where he was, nor could he see the furnishings around him. He could only feel that he was stuck on a big soft bed, and his skin touched the silk like a cloud... as if it had been covered for a long time. Unseen brocade.

A faint fragrance lingers around, refreshing and somewhat familiar.

... Where are you familiar with?

Wen Yue's head was still a little groggy, did he move? He moved his arms, but he didn't remember it for the time being.

The crushing sound of "ding ding" came to his ears, like the crisp sound of metal colliding.

Wen Yue:?

He tried to stretch, but his wrist was clamped by a counterforce.Something cold clasped his wrists and ankles, so that he could only move within a square inch.

Wen Yue was startled in horror, his spine felt chills.

In a piece of darkness, he felt several chains, respectively tied his limbs, making him unable to move.

Wen Yue: "..."

Could it be that he was locked in the small black room by the sword spirit?? !

Thinking of what the sword spirit said and did, Wen Yue's heart sank again.

Was the sword a little too possessive of him?

He tried to break free from the chain in the dark, but couldn't break free at all.

These chains held him tightly, without hurting him, and without leaving a gap for him to escape.

Wen Yue didn't believe in evil, and used different methods to compete with the chains, but not only failed, but made himself sweat a little.

He was out of breath and felt even worse.

At this moment, there was a "squeak" sound from the door not far away.

Before the people arrived, they walked first, and there was an extremely slight wind blowing in the twilight, and with a swipe, they lit the bright candles in the room.

Wen Yue was dumbfounded.

The candles were bright red, weeping in pairs, emitting a dim and ambiguous light.

The whole room is a piece of red, red curtains, red gauze curtains, mahogany tables and chairs, red stickers... Even the brocade quilt covering the body is covered with a layer of red silk, embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns.

Wen Yue discovered in disbelief that his hands and feet were bound by golden shackles, and he was also wearing a bright red auspicious suit.

It is exactly the same as the dream in the Soul Eater Cauldron...

Accompanied by the flickering candlelight, a long and slender shadow stepped out from behind the door.

Wen Yue's pupils shrank suddenly!