sinovels Chapter 38 Sword Manual Page 7, The Sword Is Embarrassing
Chapter 38 Sword Manual Page 7, The Sword Is Embarrassing
44.
If you met Chu Lingyu for the first time, you would only think that he has beautiful swordsmanship.
Even though he is holding a branch, every sword move he makes is worthy of his previous reputation as "No. [-] in the world".
But if you spend more time with it.
You will find that he is actually no better than going crazy.
He was extremely paranoid about the matter of the evil sword Feiling.
It has reached the point of no cure.
Jian has indeed seen many sword repairers.
Some people love swords, some cherish swords, and some wish they were a sword.
There are also people who throw away their swords for their lives, and for their glory and wealth.
But a sword cultivator like Chu Lingyu who can be called a madman.
It is rarely seen.
45.
As the saying goes, all things have spirits, and there are legends in the world, so the sword world naturally also has legends about swords.
Such as Xiejian Feiling, its legend makes Jianjian disdainful, far less famous, and it can be called the proud sword of swords, Chen Yin.
Ji Jijian shook his head when he heard Xie Jian Feiling.
The scabbard clanged.
They said in unison: "Don't say we don't know, even if we really know, we will never tell."
Some swords are also impassioned and righteous: "Evil swords are not to be blamed on themselves, and they are to reap the consequences. Swords and swords clap their hands! If I hadn't been forged before, I would have helped heaven to seal it!"
Jian's pupils trembled when he heard it.
Jian was stunned.
Swords slowly clapped their hands amidst the humming of their words and sentences.
Jian said: "You are all very upright swords."
The swords praised by it held their heads high.
They are modest in their mouths, and we understand where the seniors asked about the whereabouts of Xie Jian Feiling.
Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "You understand?"
One of the swords nodded repeatedly, and its voice was clear and crisp like silk and bamboo.
It said: "Of course we know. Senior is a peerless sword. There is no sword in our sword world that doesn't admire Senior's demeanor. A good sword like Senior must definitely want to beat the evil sword."
... the sword fell silent.
After a while, Jian said: "You are right, I just want to beat it up."
46.
Jian still wanted to beat Chu Lingyu more than beat Xie Jian Feiling.
It didn't understand why Chu Lingyu was so persistent in finding Xiejian Feiling.
This notorious sword is hated by people in the human world, and will be reviled by swords in the sword world.
They are also swords of thousands of years, and I live a radiant life, but that evil sword is sealed away from the sun.
Jian thought.
This may be the difference in making swords.
Jian also asked Heng Yaoguang on the sidelines what made Chu Lingyu go crazy and become so paranoid.
At that time, Heng Yaoguang was leaning against the window, holding a white peach blossom on her fingertip.
He never dropped his gaze, and only replied: "I did something that I may regret for the rest of my life."
Jian pondered over this answer for several days and nights.
It thought left and right, thought and thought.
Jian lay down on the table on a sunny day, and asked Chu Lingyu directly.
——"You don't like your sword, do you?"
Chu Lingyu was startled.
He replied meaningfully: "I am not Heng Yaoguang."
47.
In short, after some probing, Jian still couldn't understand what Chu Lingyu was thinking.
He didn't know why Chu Lingyu was paranoid.
He didn't dare to be upright, straight to the point, and ask Heng Yaoguang if he had something to say.
It is not difficult for a peerless sword with a proud body to be ashamed to ask.
But if the person who asked happened to be Heng Yaoguang.
It so happened that this question was asked in order to eavesdrop on other people's secrets.
That's bad.
Jian thought, if I agree to Chu Lingyu, I will lose my sanity.
48.
Then again.
The sword with utter insanity, Heng Yaoguang who is full of secrets, and Chu Lingyu who is paranoid and crazy.
It is really not easy to be able to go together like this.
What's more, these two people have a tacit understanding.
Obviously one used to be number one in the world, and the other is number one in the world now.
He just likes to pretend to be two mere foundation-building monks.
Just pretend.
One holds a sword and the other holds a branch.
Sitting with the same peers, it looks like a lunatic who ran out of some family.
Of course, Jian already firmly believed that Chu Lingyu was a lunatic.
It confirms that the person is utterly irrational.
49.
They stopped and stopped all the way, and Chu Lingyu didn't know much about how to get back to the "mysterious place".
He had only faintly heard a few specious words, but he had no choice but to shake his head as to how to go back.
Heng Yaoguang said: "I do intend to go back, but if I can't, I can do what I want, the same."
Chu Lingyu turned his head to look at him, and said with a low laugh, "Since it's what you want to do, why bother to bring it?"
The sword was in Heng Yaoguang's hands, and he was confused.
It looked confused.
It wants to ask, what does this mean, I always feel that what he said is aimed at this Excalibur.
But when the words came to his lips, Jian didn't ask anything after all.
Heng Yaoguang only responded briefly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Chu Lingyu stopped talking.
Only the sword clapped in its sheath.
It can't say that it is a complicated mood.
I just felt a long sigh of relief at this moment, quite a feeling of revenge and dust settled.
50.
But the world of comprehension has never been truly peaceful.
Back then, Heng Yaoguang was a world-renowned sword cultivator. Wherever he went and the people he saw, they were all dignified figures.
In addition to adoring him and yearning for him, the sycophants who want to kowtow when they see him are the respectful swordsmen who sincerely want to ask for advice.
Of course, there are also seniors with good cultivation, heads and elders of various sects.
When they met, it was always because of all kinds of well-founded and unavoidable events.
And every time we visit and meet, we also treat them with courtesy.
So when Heng Yaoguang and Chu Lingyu were intercepted by two mid-Gold Core monks.
Jian is dazed.
51.
I have to go back to half an hour ago.
Chu Lingyu walked in front, and Heng Yaoguang walked behind.
One holds the branch and the other holds the sword.
Chu Lingyu was quite leisurely, picked a weed and put it in his mouth, and he didn't forget to hum some little tunes as he walked forward.
It sounds pretty chic.
The sword is also very appreciated.
It is rare for Zhijian to spend alone time with Heng Yaoguang.
It can see that face when it looks up, and when it turns its head, it can see Heng Yaoguang's sleeve.
If you look away, you can see all the flowers and plants on the roadside again.
Looking at his face, Jian first thought of Heng Yaoguang's appearance.
It is disturbed.
Looking at the sleeve of the sword, he thought of Heng Yaoguang's expression when he took out the sword.
It is distraught.
Jian saw flowers and plants.
I had to think of the garland on its head.
Jian was really upset.It blamed Heng Yaoguang for being too seductive, and blamed himself for thinking wildly here.
Just when Jian was about to scold himself bloody.
Chu Lingyu stopped in his tracks.
52.
The two monks standing in front of them were dressed like dogs, and they were all top-grade.
Although the appearance is not shocking, it can be regarded as having good facial features.
But they blocked the road, standing side by side, and when they looked at them, there was a bit of contempt and disdain in their eyes.
The corner of the mouth curled down slightly.
The whole demeanor showed inexplicable arrogance.
53.
Jian was dumbfounded, and Jian froze.
Jian thought: Why did they behave like this?
There is actually someone more proud than him in this world?
Is this reasonable? It's not reasonable.
The sword in the sheath shook his head again and again.
Then it heard Chu Lingyu asking: "Why are the two fellow Taoists blocking the way?"
The monk who stopped them sneered softly.
The coldness was piercing, and the eyes were filled with bright contempt and contempt.
The key is.
One of the monks in a yellow shirt stretched out his hand and pointed with his index finger.
He was pointing at the sword in Heng Yaoguang's hand.
"Why? I think you are sword cultivators, and I don't want to make it difficult for you. As long as you hand over the sword in your hand with understanding, I will let you go."
As he said this, his voice was harsh and sharp.
54.
Jian had never seen such a battle.
It has followed Jimengshi around since it woke up, and it has only seen others respectfully call Jimengshi senior brother.
I have never seen anyone who blocked the way and made Ji Mengshi honestly hand over the sword in his hand.
This is unreasonable compared to the fact that there are people more proud than him in the world.
Jian was very confused.
It thought like a dizzy head.
Where did the sword repairer hand over his sword?This is like letting alchemists no longer make alchemy, and let fast-rising monks be mortals.
How unreasonable.
Chu Lingyu also turned his voice cold: "The two fellow daoists are probably going too far. Now that you know that the two of us are sword cultivators, you should understand what the sword means to sword cultivators."
He was right.
But the monk who was wearing a yellow shirt didn't even have the corner of his eye.
"That's what I said," he said with a smile, "but the cultivation world has always respected the strong. How can you beat us if you only build a foundation? Don't worry, in today's cultivation world, sword cultivators can't stand alone. For the sake of this, we should keep our word and never embarrass you after getting the sword."
55.
In a word.
The two Jindan monks made up their minds to rob here today.
56.
Chu Lingyu said: "Hearing what you two said, I'm afraid I won't go back on my word."
After listening carefully, you can easily hear the coldness in his voice.
The two monks who only regarded themselves as good people did not listen carefully to his warnings.
The yellow-shirted monk even sneered and used a powerful spell.
With one blow, the short mountain beside him shattered.
There are indeed two brushes.
Jian called the expert directly.
Chu Lingyu also looked away slightly.
He nodded slightly and said, "Not bad."
It seems to be evaluating a junior's performance on the way of magic.
The yellow-shirted monk said: "Since you already know my strength, why don't you obediently hand in your swords?"
Chu Lingyu smiled lightly.
He said: "But I don't have a sword in my hand, only this branch."
57.
The scene after that was simply a change in the world.
The two Jindan monks were beaten by a sword so that they ran away from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, and then jumped the mountain to escape.
But no matter how fast he flies, the sword follows him like a shadow.
In the end, the two monks who had robbed countless times were brought back by the sword.
Chu Lingyu leaned against the tree, still humming his long, unrestrained and unrestrained tune.
The sword threw the two monks to the ground, paused, and moved in the direction of Heng Yaoguang.
It just wanted to say something about how powerful this divine sword is.
Heng Yaoguang turned her head to look.
Under the bright light, Heng Yaoguang was rarely seen wearing white clothes, which made him more untouched by the world of mortals, like frost and snow.
His eyes fell, and a few strands of black hair curled up on the side of his face.
Jian's heart skipped a beat.
It hastily looked away, feeling guilty and ashamed.
Jian had no choice but to smack the heads of the two Golden Core cultivators from embarrassment.
The yellow-shirted monk obviously hadn't suffered much, so he hugged his head first and screamed.
It sounds even more chaotic.
It said dryly: "I brought them back, you guys decide what to do."
After saying that, he flew in the direction of Heng Yaoguang, and ran straight into the sheath.
58.
Unexpectedly, Heng Yaoguang held down its hilt with one hand.
Heng Yaoguang said: "...In the future, you should still change form."
sword:?
Chu Lingyu answered with a smile beside him: "Why, don't you like others thinking about your sword?"
Jian's already chaotic mood was even more turbulent.
It turned its head to scold, but couldn't.
Jian had no choice but to say in a muffled voice: "Who is his sword, I am not!"
59.
Sword is right.
After he took shape, after much deliberation, he decided to let Heng Yaoguang and him continue to be cousins.
He endured it, Guan Heng Yaoguang called brother.
When Chu Lingyu first heard this argument, he was stunned for a long time.
Chu Lingyu said: "You seem to be very skilled."
Jian's expression was a little unnatural for a moment.
He said: "You don't know that, peerless swords like ours are all talented."
In order to cover this somewhat embarrassing topic for Jian.
Fortunately, Chu Lingyu didn't ask any further questions.
Chu Lingyu only smiled lightly, and gave him a look of "I understand".
Jian looked angry.
60.
When making a sword, the sword can still maintain a bit or two of face in the sheath.
Whenever the transformation becomes a person, if he doesn't avoid Heng Yaoguang's sight, he will be in chaos.
Jian also blamed himself.
You said it well, why do you always follow Heng Yaoguang's way.
It's shameless to be seduced so easily.
Jian felt that he wanted face.
It is a sword with arrogance and dignity, and it will never make you faint.
So Jian has been persuading himself for the past few days.
Think of Heng Yaoguang's face as a Chinese cabbage in the field.
White is white, and good-looking is also good-looking.But Chinese cabbage is Chinese cabbage.
Thinking about it like this, Jian felt that the effect was very good.
He could finally look straight at Heng Yaoguang's face frankly, without his heart pounding.
There is only one problem.
61.
The two monks who robbed them said that they should behave themselves and stop bullying the weak.
On the surface, he had to do some small things of serving tea and water for the three of them.
Behind his back, he was discussing to run away quickly.
Best to steal the sword before fleeing.
Really.
Even now, he still wants to steal the sword, and after eavesdropping, Jian can't help sighing.
If a person wants to die, it really cannot be stopped.
He floated back to the guest room lightly.
Heng Yaoguang sat at the table, accompanied by a candle lamp.
The whole person fell in the dim candlelight, and there seemed to be a slight smile in his eyes.
Jian tilted his head and sat down opposite him.
Jian said: "It is true that they did not sincerely repent, but wanted to steal the sword and kill people to silence them."
"But why don't they think about it?" Jian plucked up the courage to turn his head to look at Heng Yaoguang, and continued, "They can't even beat this Excalibur, how can they steal it?"
Heng Yaoguang really had a smile in his eyes.
"Maybe they thought it was just an accident," he replied.
Jian pursed his lips, and said: "Ben Shenjian beat them so easily, they almost took out their talisman and fought desperately with Ben Shenjian, now they have the guts to steal the sword again?"
"It's a fluke, and being coerced by greed, it's natural to put all your eggs in one basket." Heng Yaoguang replied.
Under the shallow light.
Jianyan lashes trembled slightly, and suddenly said: "How did you and Xingshuang meet?"
62.
Jian asked a question that was completely different from the topic just now.
63.
He already wanted to ask.
It seems appropriate to mention it until now.
Maybe the atmosphere is just right.
He looked at Heng Yao's light and holiness as if he would never have a dirty face.
It's as if he has a blasphemous obsession.
64.
Heng Yaoguang looked at him for a while.
Heng Yaoguang said: "Why do you ask me this question?"
He choked.
After a pause, the sword said: "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, this Excalibur is just curious."
Heng Yaoguang responded to him: "When I visited Zixia Mountain in the past, Xingshuang was still in the sword pavilion of Zixia Mountain. On the highest floor, only its sword was left."
"At that time, the head of Zixia Mountain told me that the swords in the Jiange will only choose their own masters, instead of the sword cultivators choosing them."
After hearing this, Jian suddenly answered inexplicably: "So when you entered the Jiange, Xingshuang flew directly into your hand from the highest level of the Jiange?"
Heng Yaoguang was taken aback.
"How do you know?"
sword:……
"Because I also took the initiative to fly into Jimengshi's hands." He replied like this.
The smile in Heng Yaoguang's eyes faded a little.
The face shrouded in yellow candlelight could easily be seen to be cold.
Heng Yaoguang said: "That's it."
65.
The sword is not a careless sword, either.
He could also notice that Heng Yaoguang's attitude became cold for a moment.
But as for the reason for the indifference, Jian thought over and over again, but couldn't think of a suitable answer.
Jian had no choice but to ask: "Since Xingshuang recognizes you as the master, how do you interact with each other?"
Sword makers like them have a tacit understanding with the sword repair they choose.
He is an outlier.
He couldn't successfully complete the contract of recognition with Ji Mengshi, so he couldn't have any tacit understanding.
he asked.
Heng Yaoguang replied: "Xingshuang has never made a contract with me, and I am not its real owner."
Jian: Huh?
66.
Jian was also surprised: "I thought it was already a big anecdote in the cultivation world that Ji Mengshi and I failed to recognize the master. It turns out that you and Xingshuang are also the same."
Heng Yaoguang nodded to him: "Indeed."
"Then do you know why you failed to recognize the Lord?" Jian asked again.
Heng Yaoguang was silent for a moment, then said lightly: "I don't know the reason for this either."
Jian Wei frowned: "...you don't want to be a sword repairer anymore, isn't it because Xingshuang can't recognize you as master?"
Heng Yaoguang shook her head in denial.
Jian asked again: "Then why do you not want to be a sword repairer?"
Heng Yaoguang looked at him.
—— "I have reasons why I have to do this. After all, it's just my own business."
Jian became angry when he heard this.
He shut up and said nothing.
67.
They looked at each other silently in the same room, one person and one sword.
From a good atmosphere to nothing to say.
The quieter it is, the more it seems that there is a gap between the sword repair and the sword.
Jian thought: Why should I ask him these questions.
Quite a bit uncomfortable.
But if you want to change the subject, act as if nothing happened.
It really doesn't fit the style of Peerless Excalibur.
Jian had no choice but to continue to endure.
He shut up, he didn't say anything.But he did not forget to glance at Heng Yaoguang's expression.
They were deadlocked.
Until there was a soft rustle outside the window.
68.
It's too late, it's too soon.
Jian suddenly remembered the plan that the two Jindan monks had said.
Stealing the sword also kills people.
You Youjian came back to his senses, without any hesitation, he dragged Heng Yaoguang and fell onto the bed.
Before falling down, he did not forget to conjure a crimson sword on the table.
He thought, if he stole the sword and ran away, then temporarily leave a way for them to retreat.
If not, and he still wants to kill people to silence them, then he doesn't mind sending them on their way.
Jian thought it was reasonable.
He didn't pay attention at all to what kind of situation he was with Heng Yaoguang now.
67.
The door was gently pushed open.
The monk in the yellow shirt looked left and right, and walked in lightly.
He didn't dare to get too close, and only vaguely looked at the bed.
The yellow shirt monk was stunned.
In the dim candlelight, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a pair of figures on the bed.
He was stunned and muttered: "Cousins still sleep together?"
Jian wanted to scold him for not having eyes.
Just now with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, he dragged Heng Yaoguang onto the bed.
Of course it wasn't for sleeping together.
He clearly kept a distance, and put his arms on the side of the person, so he couldn't be counted as sleeping together.
Jian Xin scolded and looked down.
Heng Yaoguang didn't hide from the beginning to the end, and let him drag him around and throw him down, and was pressed into the bed by him.
sword:……
For a moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and his head was dizzy.
When the gaze fell on Heng Yaoguang's eyes, he was dazzled first.
When his eyes fell on Heng Yaoguang's lips, his mouth became parched.
Jian had no choice but to look elsewhere.
His eyes lightly fell on Heng Yaoguang's messy skirt.
sword:…………
68.
On the other side, the monks in yellow shirts were still looking around, lest they should be alarmed.
The pace of moving is slower than that of a snail.
The hand that stretched out to steal the sword was still trembling.
Jian didn't notice this at all.
His head was filled with the image of Heng Yaoguang now moving the heartstrings of the sword, making the heart of the sword tremble.
The sword is thirsty and hot.
He waited, but he couldn't wait until the yellow-shirted monk stole the sword and ran away quickly.
He thought that someone would get a fake sword, and from then on he would be entangled by this sword so that he could survive doing good deeds, and would be struck by lightning whenever he did bad deeds.
Once and for all, there is no need to see these two Jindan juniors pretending to be there.
But he thought so honestly and kindly.
The yellow-shirted monk hesitated, and ran away after stealing the sword.
The sword is in a hurry.
69.
However, at this embarrassing moment, Heng Yaoguang suddenly said: "Can you still hold on?"
The monk in the yellow shirt screamed in fright, and ran away with his sword in hand.
The door rattled, rattled, and rattled.
Jian was also terrified.
He was able to hold it at first, but was shocked by this sentence.
The sword fell headlong.
It's a good thing he didn't embarrass himself.
The moment he fell, he turned to the side first.
His forehead hit the soft pillow.
He pressed against Heng Yaoguang's neck, and first smelled a little light fragrance.
The sword froze.
He felt that his heart was surging, and his face was hot as if he was going to be steamed.
In the thousand years of making swords, he has never encountered such a situation.
Jian hesitated for a moment, then he said to Heng Yaoguang in a muffled voice.
——"Let's discuss it, don't talk about it today, okay?"
Heng Yaoguang did not answer for a long time.
Jian was puzzled, and turned his head a little drowsily to look at it.
He first saw Heng Yaoguang's almost flawless skin.
Then he continued to look up.
A voice beside the bed sounded leisurely: "Oh, it's not a coincidence for me to come."
Chu Lingyu was standing by the bed, playing with his simple, low-key branch sword in his hand.
sword:……
He hurriedly got up from Heng Yaoguang.
The author says:
Chu Lingyu: Your progress is too fast.
Jian: No, let me explain to you.
Chu Lingyu: Then you explain.
sword:……?
Jian: No, why should I explain to you?
False Sword Cultivator and Sword: Sleeping Together
True Sword Cultivator and Sword: Sleeping Together
Qi Wu waved the flag and shouted: Together!together!together!
sword:? ? ? ?