Two o'clock in the afternoon, Xinyue Hotel.
The fat man met the legendary Snow Sword Immortal in the study.
From the beginning to the end, Xue Jianxian had no intention of taking off his mask, as if he had never shown his face in his life.
The fat man did not forget that during the auction, Xue Jianxian used a cold sword to plot against him. He deliberately refused to open which pot and picked up which pot: "I can't figure it out. At the auction a few days ago, senior seemed to want to stop me. Filming the scene of killing monsters and weeping blood?"
When the Snow Sword Immortal opened his mouth, his tone was as cold as an iceberg that lasted ten thousand years: "Everyone is not guilty of harboring the sword. With your cultivation level, if you get this sword, you will be killed."
The fat man couldn't refute and thought of Jiuyou Huangquan.
He squeezed out a moved expression: "It turns out that senior is thinking about me. I have been targeted these days, so I need a strong bodyguard."
Snow Sword Immortal suddenly said: "Don't you need any thugs?"
The fat man was stunned when he heard this: "As a senior, are you willing to condescend to become a thug?"
There was self-mockery in Xue Jianxian's cold eyes: "It's not like condescending. I only know how to fight. If you don't like anyone, I can take action. However, the price of the fighter will be doubled."
"Two top-quality spiritual stones every quarter?" the fat man asked.
"That's right."
"Here... there is a problem. There are eight top-quality spiritual stones every year. However, the supply of top-quality spiritual stones is limited. Even if I am a VIP of Tianxia Bank, I can only buy five every year, which is still three spiritual stones short." The fat man made a calculation very seriously.
Xue Jianxian had been waiting for this, and she had her own idea: "How about another way, you transfer the demon-slaying blood to me, and I will be your thug for three years for free."
The fat man was startled: "According to your calculation, it's 2.4 billion in three years. I only bought more than 200 million to kill demons and cry blood. How come it's doubled ten times from seniors?"
The Snow Sword Immortal said coldly: "You can't buy it for money. I like it. I have a destiny with this sword."
"I'm sorry, but I have a fate with this sword."
The fat man said, showing off the silver sword tattoo on his left wrist: "Senior, look, the demon-slaying and weeping blood has merged with me, which means that I am also a destined person."
Xue Jianxian looked at the pocket silver sword tattoo and his pupils shrank slightly.
Then she blurted out: "Show the flying sword and have a look."
Fatty had a sudden feeling in his heart, feeling that Snow Sword Immortal was going to kill someone and seize the treasure on the spot.
Then I thought about it, this is the super suite of Xinyue Hotel. If a place like this is not safe, there will be no safe place in the world.
Dots of silver light flashed on his wrist, and a small silver sword flew out.
Snow Sword Immortal stared at the Silver Sword without blinking, his eyes flickering.
Fatty silently observed the system interface, hoping for some reaction.
When he watched Sister Lang's video yesterday, he had a reaction to Killing Demons and Crying Blood, and the system determined that Yan Binning was the Water Spirit Sword Slave.
This gave Fatty a taste of the sweetness. Maybe Snow Sword Immortal also had a hidden identity.
He wasn't just making random guesses, he had a strong reason - the Silver Sword conveyed an extremely strong emotion.
The emotions were extremely complex, revealing love and murder.
However, the system did not give any prompt.
The fat man quietly felt the emotion of Yin Dang Sword, and he made an immature guess: Could it be the spiritual root of Snow Sword Immortal, and the story of love and hatred between Yin Sword Immortal and Yin Sword Immortal?
I don't know why, but Fatty felt the same way.
Yin Dangzhijian's emotions towards Xue Jianxian were very similar to when he saw his ex-girlfriend Shen Wei.
Although that relationship was let go, some memories are still unforgettable.
After a long time, Snow Sword Immortal sighed quietly: "That's all, it's all fate!"
The fat man didn't understand why the swordsman suddenly sighed.
Only Xue Jianxian understood that Yin Dang Sword recognized its owner.
Even if she killed the fat man and took away the sword, it would be useless.
This kind of psychic treasure will only choose one destined host every five hundred years.
Even if the Snow Sword Immortal takes away the sword, he will have to wait another five hundred years for the sword to be recognized as its owner again.
It would be too exciting if Yin Dang Jian didn't kill her five hundred years later.
A top-grade magic weapon that cannot be unsealed is not as effective as an inferior magic weapon. Is it worth spending five hundred years on it?
Having said that, even if you reach the level of Sword Immortal, you may not have a life span of 500 years.
The Snow Sword Immortal, resigned to his fate, changed his approach: "Who do you study under?"
The fat man smiled bitterly: "I have no background and have never been to university. I just spent money to set up a scholarship at Tianfu University and got the opportunity to learn "Ice Swordsmanship"."
"Establishing a scholarship to learn ice swordsmanship, how did the two come together?" Snow Sword Immortal has been in seclusion in the mountains all year round, and often fails to keep up with the times and the ideas of young people.
"The current environment is like this. People who have not been admitted to college spend tens of millions to set up scholarships to support poor students, so they can become honorary alumni and be qualified to learn second-level spells." Fatty explained.
"You spent tens of millions just to learn a second-level spell?" Xue Jianxian finally understood, but she couldn't understand, are second-level spells also valuable?
"Yes, a monk like me with low academic qualifications only woke up in his twenties and could only solve problems by spending money. There is also a saying in this, which is called 'bringing money to school'." The fat man said with emotion.
Sometimes he also thought that if he had resisted the heartbreaking hatred, not hunted monsters, went to high school, and then entered college, maybe his life would have been different.
But if it is always just a hypothesis, life cannot be repeated.
Xue Jianxian focused on a different point: "Enrolling with funds, is it equivalent to bringing funds to join a group in the entertainment industry?"
The fat man looked sad: "It almost means the same thing."
Xue Sword Immortal is good at turning things around, and here comes another exciting question: "Then would you consider offering money to become a disciple?"
The fat man blurted out: "That's necessary. If you meet a powerful master, it doesn't matter how much you spend."
Xue Jianxian was very satisfied: "You and I are destined to be together, do you want to be my first apprentice?"
The fat man had a man's seventh sense, always feeling that Snow Sword Fairy was hiding some tricks.
He was on full alert: "Senior, with all due respect, what's the difference between you being my thug and being my master?"
"The difference is huge. First, the thugs don't care about your training. You have become my apprentice. I think I can provide you with guidance in the way of swordsmanship."
"Second, thugs will not tell you the secrets of the world of cultivation, such as the new world, or the movements of the Demon King. If you are my closed disciple, you are qualified to know these."
"Third, the thug's annual commission is eight pieces of top-grade spiritual stones, which you can't get out. When you become my apprentice, you only need five top-grade spiritual stones to honor the master every year. I will keep you safe for my master."
No one can refuse the three key points put forward by Xue Jianxian.
First of all, the guidance on swordsmanship is enough to make many monks who dream of becoming sword immortals completely fall into it.
Since listening to Teacher Ma's class, Fatty has understood a truth: listening to you is worth ten years of reading.
Many times, it is better for a person to fumble around blindly than to wake up the dreamer with a word from a professional.
Even if he got a student ID card from Tianfu University, he wouldn't be able to learn the art of swordsmanship. There is no swordsman in that university.
Secondly, Fatty wanted to know the big secrets of the world of cultivation, especially the movements of the Demon King.
There is also the most mysterious new world. He also wants to know what the new world is.
The third point is very practical. If you become a disciple, you will save 300 million.
The fat man who currently has 200 million left in his card cannot afford 800 million in commission.
Under the huge temptation, the fat man remained steady: "Senior, I only have two-star spiritual roots, and I awakened too late. Compared with the geniuses with four-star and five-star spiritual roots on the Dharma Ranking, I am nothing. Why, senior?" Do you want to accept me as your disciple?"
Xue Jianxian only said one sentence: "Because Yindang chose you."
"What is Yindang?" The fat man pretended to be surprised.
"There's no need to pretend to be crazy. You made this sword change its color. You must know the secret of this sword."
Xue Jianxian saw through the fat man's little tricks at a glance: "Do you think that after you master the sword control skills, you can understand the swordsmanship in Yindang? You are wrong, this sword only has half of the swordsmanship, and the other half is hidden in the sword. In the scabbard."
After a pause, another surprising twist came: "The scabbard of this sword is hidden in a place. Today, I am the only one who knows the whereabouts of the scabbard."
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The leader adds 2 updates and calls it a day.
PS, I worked on the manuscript until past one o'clock in the morning, but I couldn't bear it anymore, so I will change the update time to noon in the future. Lest every time I update in the early morning, someone will always say that I haven’t updated, which is more unfair than Dou E.
(End of chapter)
