Sword spirits are artifact creatures. Since their spiritual light first appeared, they have had a natural connection with people. They form symbiotic contracts with people for mutual benefit and longevity.
The stars and the cold moon are like mortal cats and dogs chained by their owners and abandoned in the wilderness.
In fact, they were suppressed under the sword pavilion and had almost no contact with anyone who was willing to take them out of the sea of misery. They were even more miserable than those abandoned cats and dogs that still had hope.
Nowadays, Xingliu Sword is thinking about recognizing its master again, but Yue Lengjian is not.
Lin Yige was not in a hurry to express her position. She just stood aside with Geng Xin in her arms and continued to watch the show.
Sword Spirit Xingliu looked at Sword Spirit Liushuang up and down, then he hooked Yue Leng's neck, tilted his head and said meaningfully: "You are a master sword spirit, unlike Yue Leng and I, who are helpless. Alone and alone, you can barely maintain your current cultivation level. But after a thousand years, your cultivation level has not improved at all. Why is this?"
It stands to reason that even if Fang Yanzhi only danced with the Liushuang Sword once a day for hundreds of years, the Liushuang Sword Spirit's cultivation level would have increased a lot.
Liushuang Sword Spirit was stunned for a moment and said in a trance: "If the sword master is weak, the sword spirit will be weak. If the sword master is strong, the sword spirit will be strong. The sword master should be put first in everything. This is a natural principle."
The next moment, her eyes regained their clarity, and she nodded and said: "If the sword master is weak, the sword spirit will be weak, and if the sword master is strong, the sword spirit will be strong. The sword master should be put first in everything. This is a natural principle!"
The same sentence was said twice, but the tone was completely different. First it was dull, then it was firm, with a hint of weirdness.
Hearing this, Yue Leng impatiently tore the sword spirit Xingliu off his body and kicked him away, and said in a deep voice: "If the sword master is strong, it is inevitable to abandon the sword and ascend! Xingliu and I are both learning from your mistakes!"
Liushuang was silent for a moment, frowning slightly, showing a bit of irritation, and said: "The spiritual contract has been decided long ago, and it is not up to me to decide which one is strong and which one is weak! Don't think you can't see that I have a sword master and you don't, deliberately Are you saying this to drive a wedge between me and the sword master? He is not that kind of person!"
The two swords, Liushuang Sword and Xingliu Yueleng, have gone through years of changes in the mortal world. They have passed through an unknown number of hands and been refurbished and tempered countless times before they gave birth to aura and opened up their spiritual wisdom. As early as the embryo of the sword was formed, the aura first appeared, but When Lingzhi was still ignorant, the Flowing Frost Sword was sacrificed and branded by Fang Yanzhi.
Xingliu Sword Spirit rolled his eyes and thought to himself, this Liushuang Sword is similar to the koi carp in the garden lake in the mortal world or the young lady imprisoned in the embroidery building of a rich family. There is no way to know the sinister nature of the human heart.
He habitually put his hand on Yue Leng's shoulder, and raised his chin to Liu Shuang and said, "Isn't this the chance to make the decision for myself? The leader of the Gui Yi Sect, Feng Qingqing, is the number one immortal in the mountains and seas. , will definitely relieve our worries!"
If you can become the gentle sword of the wind, your ascension will be just around the corner.
Even if Feng Qingqing dislikes her, it shouldn't be a problem for her to arrange for a Guiyi disciple to be the sword master.
No matter what, it is better than being suppressed under the sword pavilion and unable to get in.
As for the Liushuang Sword, being able to win Feng Qingqing's blue eyes was her ability. If she couldn't... then she couldn't, and it had nothing to do with her.
Yue Leng shrugged her shoulders, shook off Xingliu's arm, and said expressionlessly: "No matter who it is, I will never recognize him as the master again!"
"Okay, okay... then it's settled!" Xingliu Sword Spirit said to himself, and then looked at the female cultivator of the Unity Sect who was standing aside holding the little girl, "Little friend Lin, what do you think?"
Liushuang Sword Spirit muttered: "I haven't agreed yet, why is it settled?"
Yue Leng held her forehead and sighed, but did not try to dissuade her.
Lin Yige bowed her hands to the three sword spirits and said, "You three might as well stay here for a while. I will go and report it to the head elder sister for a decision."
After saying that, she hugged Geng Xin and turned around to leave.
It was said to be a report, but senior sister Feng Qingqing was not in the mountain, so she left the mountain first to find out more about Lu Jiu, while leaving the three swords at Wuying Peak to temper her temper.
After that, when I have some free time, I can ask my senior brothers and sisters to take action to erase the imprints from the spiritual consciousness of the Three Swords.
If you can keep it, keep it. If you can't keep it, peel off the sword spirit and throw the body of the fairy sword into the furnace to melt it and refine it again.
There are always more solutions than difficulties.
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"Tianyan Sword Sect has its own
Tracking my secret method with Yue Leng, the nights are long and the dreams are many, you have to hurry up! "Xingliu Sword shouted at the female cultivator's leaving figure.
The voice of Sword Spirit Xingliu came from behind. Lin Yige stopped when he heard the words.
Indeed, the nights are long and the dreams are many.
If the fairy sword was so easy to steal, he would not hesitate to take action.
Although Yue Leng and Xing Liu were abandoned by the sword master, they were still the treasures of the Tianyan Sword Sect, and perhaps they were tied with some kind of "dog leash".
It would be abnormal to say that there is no means of tracking.
Not to mention that Fang Yanzhi, the master of Liushuang Sword, could come to his door at any time just by relying on the master-servant spiritual contract.
The supreme elders of Tianyan Sword Sect and Shenji Sect may not have the guts to attack the Guiyi Sect, but if the Nine Sects use this as an excuse to join forces to test one or two, asking them to find out what is true in Heming Mountain, the Guiyi Sect may be Suffer.
Even if there was to be a conflict with the Nine Sects, it would not be in Heming Mountain.
At the moment, the priority should be to eliminate the possibility of Tianyan Sword Sect and Fang Yanzhi tracking the location of the three immortal swords.
Thinking this, Lin Yige immediately turned around and turned back.
Seeing her turning around, Xingliu Sword couldn't help but wonder: "What are you doing back here?"
Not knowing what he thought of, Xingliu frowned, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to protect Yue Leng behind his back, and said, "Don't think of any sweet words, you want to coax me to recognize you as my master first, right?"
Yue Leng pressed Xingliu's hand in front of her and asked, "My little friend, if you have any concerns, feel free to tell me."
Lin Yige smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps you have heard a saying, things without owners are first come, first served."
Sword Spirit Xingliu was still confused and asked: "I understand the original meaning of these eight words. But between the three of us, Yue Leng and I can barely be regarded as ownerless, but Liushuang has an owner. Besides, you How can one person still miss the three of us? I would like to send you these seven words to my little friend: If you are greedy, you will swallow the elephant!"
Yue Leng nodded silently, and then said: "Our cultivation level is equivalent to that of Mahayana monks, but you, just a mere god, are not as good as the little girl in your arms."
Liushuangjian nodded, "Yes, I am the one who owns it! First come, first served, it's not your turn."
Lin Yige smiled and said nothing. He just patted Geng Xin's head lightly and ordered him to turn into a spiritual sword.
The purple light disappeared briefly, and Geng Xin turned into a purple-black, shiny bamboo whip, which was as light as nothing in his hand.
The three sword spirits didn't hear Geng Xin and Lin Yige's only voiced confession to each other. Seeing this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
No one expected that the girl Lin Xisheng held in her arms, who had a similar face and was carved from pink and jade, was actually a magical spirit!
The spirit body born from a fairy-level spiritual sword is called a sword spirit. The spirit body born from a fairy-level bamboo whip should be called a whip spirit, right?
No wonder the sword energy they sent out before did not leave any trace here. It turned out to be blocked by this whip spirit.
Lin Yige gently held the sword flower and asked calmly: "You three, have you ever heard of the killing sword intention?"
