"Your sword...can you let me have a look?" the other party said abruptly.
One sentence made Ning Xia sweat all over her back, and her whole back became cold.
The topic...is finally here...
Ningxia knew that the other party would not summon her simply because of the night of Si Wuxing.
After all, it must be an extremely important matter for such a powerful powerful person to not take charge of the overall situation on the eve of the sword competition, but to take the time to meet with her, a little foundation-building monk.
However, Ningxia didn't expect that the other person would ask Zhonghuan when he opened his mouth. This was the second biggest secret she kept in her heart. No one knew except her and Zhong Huan himself.
Because, obviously, no one recognized Zhonghuan after he turned into his true form. Everyone only regarded Zhonghuan as an ordinary sword.
Chong Huan also told her. If he voluntarily turns into his true form, just like a real sword, no one will be able to detect his abnormality. What happened next also proved this.
Neither Si Wuxing's detection magic weapon nor the greedy disciple could see that the sword on Ningxia's waist was a living person, a member of the Li clan's holy lineage.
After Zhong Huan died, the sword also lost its soul and became an empty shell, completely becoming a real sword. Those people are even less likely to realize the identity of this sword.
Could it be that this island owner is really so powerful that she can see through all the truth, and not even a flower or a leaf can escape her eyes?
But even so, no matter how unwilling she is, she has no ability to resist this powerful man. In front of the other party, she didn't even have the qualifications to resist.
Ning Xia suppressed the resistance in her heart, touched the hilt of the sword, and took off the sword hanging from her waist.
After Zhonghuan transformed into his true body, he had a scabbard. Ningxia was very familiar with his gorgeous hollow scabbard, which looked simple and heavy.
But that night, the night when Zhong Huanshen died, the sword scabbard hanging on his waist disappeared, leaving only the sword pendant that Ningxia had bought for him hanging empty on his waist.
Ning Xia suspected that the scabbard had turned into ashes that night along with Zhong Huan's soul. Otherwise, only the sword pendant would be left like this.
Ningxia was recuperating in the yard these days. For a while, Ningxia couldn't find a suitable scabbard to match this sword, so she thought about going out later. So I temporarily wrapped it with a strip of cloth to prevent the sword from getting bumped, which made it look a little shabby.
She didn't know what the other party wanted to do to reunite. But she couldn't refuse, could she? He had no choice but to pull out Zhong Huan's sword and present it to the opponent.
After Chonghuan passed away, this body became an empty shell, and the previous cracks were strangely repaired. When the spiritual power was absorbed, a thin stream of spiritual power would emerge, with a light red color that was different from the previous green-gold color.
However, Ning Xia checked it and found that the sword had become an ordinary sword and no longer had the appeal it had before. The power probably disappeared with Chong Huan's soul. It has really become an ordinary sword.
I hope this person has no interest in her ordinary sword. This was the last thought that Zhonghuan left for her, and she didn't want to lose it so powerlessly.
Ning Xia tightened her palms on the sword and watched the other party take Zhong Huan over.
Then she saw the other party gently holding up the sword with spiritual power. Dark red spiritual power came out from the gaps in the cloth strips. It was deeper, richer and more powerful than the red that burst out in Ningxia's hands.
Very...beautiful. It clearly exudes dark red spiritual power, but it has a pure and holy beauty, without a trace of magic. It looks as heavy as a thousand stones, and seems to be able to kill all the evil spirits in this time.
It turns out that Chong Huan is so powerful and such a good sword. He was indeed wronged in her hands...it was difficult to use his power at all. Ning Xia felt a little ashamed, and at the same time she was afraid that the other party was attracted to Zhong Huan.
After Mrs. Hongji used it, the cloth strips wrapped crookedly in Ningxia automatically loosened and fell to the ground, revealing the sharp sword blade.
Mrs. Hong Ji placed the sword flat on her knees, and her fingertips gently brushed the long sword body. The places she touched were illuminated by blue-gold white light, and streams of unknown dark red gas peeled off from the sword body.
In the end, the entire sword exuded green-gold color, just like before, with a holy and solemn color, just like the person Chonghuan.
"Okay. What a fool. He thought of such an idea. It's just nonsense. Fortunately, he knew some sense and didn't take them away together, otherwise it would be difficult." Mrs. Hongji looked at the sword in her hand with satisfaction, with a look of helplessness on her face. It also seemed like approval.
who? Who is the fool? ! Ningxia may have missed it. Who is the fool in Mrs. Hongji's words and what did she take away... Ningxia doesn't think the other party is talking about herself.
You must know that what she is holding is Zhong Huan's body, or to put it bluntly, it is probably Zhong Huan's body. It’s easy to imagine to whom this was said.
Did the other party really recognize Zhong Huan’s identity? Ning Xia felt that this paragraph contained a little too much information, and her mind was buzzing and confused.
"Little baby, don't worry, I've already fixed it for you. Really, you can just leave when you want, but you still cause so many troubles and make yourself like this, even though it's just... Oh, just think of it as finishing this for him. Just a matter of fact."
Now Ningxia can't even pretend to be stupid. These words are definitely talking about Zhong Huan. It is impossible to refer to anything else.
Ningxia felt a burst of ecstasy in her heart, and a little bit of hope filled her heart. The island owner's words actually seemed to be acquainted with Chong Huan. Walk? Could it be that Zhong Huan is still alive and where has he gone?
She was overwhelmed with thoughts, and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "My lord, island owner, do you know Zhong Huan?"
"No." She shook her head, shattering the little hope in Ning Xia's heart.
really. That's right, how could a member of the Li clan's holy lineage in Zhonghuan know Madam Hongji? If they were related, how could they end up in this situation. Ningxia's mood suddenly dropped.
"But I recognize this sword. His name is not Chonghuan."
"Is he still alive?"
"No." Mrs. Hong Ji shook her head again.
This period is really full of twists and turns, making Ningxia feel like riding a roller coaster, with highs and lows, hope, disappointment and despair, and a complete loss of temper.
"Chonghuan is the name of this sword. But this sword is really dead." The living person will never be Chonghuan.
Ning Xia lowered her head, unable to explain the feeling in her heart, so she could only face it in silence. There is really no hope at all.
"Chong Huan? It's really a good name."
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who? Who is the fool? ! Ningxia may have missed it. Who is the fool in Mrs. Hongji's words and what did she take away... Ningxia doesn't think the other party is talking about herself.
You must know that what she is holding is Zhong Huan's body, or to put it bluntly, it is probably Zhong Huan's body. It’s easy to imagine to whom this was said.
Did the other party really recognize Zhong Huan’s identity? Ning Xia felt that the amount of information in this paragraph was a little too much, and her mind was buzzing and confused.
"Little baby, don't worry, I've already fixed it for you. Really, you can just leave when you want, but you still cause so many troubles.
