Xue Cuo's parents are Xue Zhenzhen, the famous sword cultivator in Eastern China, Sword Immortal Jun Wuwei and Longwei Sword Master.
Both are busy.
Therefore, Xue Cuo met Zhenzhen twelve times in one year and Jun Wuwei twice in four years.
After nightfall today, Xue Zhenzhen came back to test Xue Cuo's swordsmanship.
The moon is bright in the sky without a single star. In the dark sword tomb, there is a small formation.
Sitting in the center of the formation was a child of five or six years old, wearing a hairpin, white, fat, cunning and cute, it was Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo's test requirement was to be able to swing a sword a thousand times.
But Xue Cuo did not understand the sword's meaning. The imitation of the Long Mighty Sword was too heavy and cold for a child. It was taller than Xue Cuo. Xue Cuo only swung it 455 times before he could not lift his arm. .
Xue Zhenzhen hated that iron could not become steel, so he raised his stick and scolded him.
"lift it up!"
"Okay, but a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything, mother."
Xue Cuo summoned all his strength, but the sword took root on the ground and could not move. Xue Zhenzhen got angry and slapped his butt: "Why can't you lift it up?"
Xue Cuo was beaten so hard that he jumped, covering his butt and frowning: "Mom, I'm only six years old."
Xue Zhenzhen spoke sternly: "I entered the spiritual realm when I was six years old, but you are such a waste! I think you just don't want to learn, it's not that you can't learn!"
Without waiting for Xue Cuo to defend himself, Xue Zhenzhen punished Xue Cuo unilaterally and carried Xue Cuo to the sword tomb. The surrounding area was desolate and dark, with dead bones and barren graves, and the strong wind was very strong.
Xue Zhenzhen threw Xue Cuo into the grave: "You should study hard here."
"yes."
Xue Zhenzhen was about to leave, but Xue Cuo hurriedly caught up with his short legs: "Mother!"
Xue Zhenzhen looked calm: "Are you scared?"
Xue Cuo let go of his hand, looked around, and smiled slightly: "I'm not afraid, how could I be afraid, but mother, is this formation strong or not..."
Xue Zhenzhen said coldly: "I won't die."
Xue Cuo breathed a sigh of relief and sat in the center of the formation: "Let's go, then!"
The mother's expression brightened slightly: "Practice hard and strive for breakthroughs. Don't think about being lazy."
Xue Cuo nodded like garlic, and Xue Zhenzhen left, leaving Xue Cuo alone in the sword tomb.
There was no one around. Xue Cuo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and collapsed to the ground: "I'm so tired."
Fortunately, he had known that his mother would be back in the next few days, so he had been prepared. Xue Cuo rested his head on the back of his head, took out a little book from his arms, put a plate of melon seeds on it, then crossed his legs and read with relish.
The Sword Tomb is one of the forbidden areas of the sect and is not very safe. From time to time, disciples disappear nearby, most likely killed by the sword spirit.
At this time, in the shadow of the sword tomb, the black ashes slowly gathered and turned into a white shadow. The shadow got closer and closer, walked towards the formation, and turned into a Taoist priest in white.
He waved to Xue Cuo. Xue Cuo was startled at first, then wrinkled his little face and looked around at the dark graveyard, na na: "Are you talking to me?"
The Taoist priest in white smiled and took out a few straw grasshoppers and some osmanthus candies from his arms.
Xue Cuo murmured in his heart: My dear friend, have you ever thought about how you could be a human being when you ran out of the grave at night?
Seeing that Xue Cuo ignored him, the Taoist priest in white took back the snacks, opened his clothes and sat down opposite Xue Cuo.
Seeing this, Xue Cuo took out a few stacks of exorcism talismans, pasted them around the formation, and solemnly pasted the last one in front of the Taoist priest.
"All evils are eliminated and all laws are protected from invasion."
The young man in white:...
He snorted slightly, with a kind smile on his face. Xue Cuo was lying on the ground reading, and occasionally he would peek at him when he was bored. The young man in white used his spiritual energy to conjure small animals that circled around him.
Xue Cuo squeaked: Little trick.
His hands couldn't hold back, they were furry, but if he just touched them, the roots on his feet would never come out of the formation.
The white-clothed Taoist priest waited and waited, and finally his face became more and more disgusting. He couldn't bear it and stood up, like a boy who was deceived by a prostitute and wanted to leave with a dark face.
Xue Cuo put down his book and reluctantly said goodbye with a plate of melon seeds in his hand: "Brother, let's play for a while longer."
The expression of the young man in white was slightly distorted, and he suddenly smiled and raised his fingers towards Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo hesitated for a moment and took a small step towards the light wall.
"Um, which senior fellow from Tianyi Sect were you before your death?"
The young man in white smiled. When Xue Cuo came closer, a snow-white sword suddenly stretched out from behind his neck. A blue-black hand held the hilt, and with a swish, he cut off the head of the young man in white.
The headless corpse stood, spurting out streams of blood.
Because Xue Cuo was so close, the warm liquid splashed on his face.
"Wow!"
The sword trembled like a mockery, and the blue-black ghost hand created various phantom slashes.
The fierce sword energy caused a chain reaction. More and more black embers filled the sword mound. Each sword came to life, creating an illusion that the owner of the sword mound had encountered during his lifetime.
The sword tomb howled and cried. The weak formation was cracked layer by layer in the surging sword energy, as if it had been shattered.
The sword intent comes out.
Xue Cuo was so frightened that he threw away the snacks, picked up the small wooden sword, and while scattering the talismans, he jumped: "Don't come over, I'm not afraid of you!"
Suddenly.
A soft sound like a flute or sheng sounded in the darkness, and all the terrifying sounds in the sword tomb suddenly subsided.
All swords are silent.
A pair of hands picked up Xue Cuo, who was rolling on the ground. Xue Cuo was frightened and clutched the other party's clothes tightly.
Jun Wuwei asked Fairy Divination to calculate Xue Cuo's location, only to find out that Xue Cuo had been thrown into the Sword Tomb by his mother.
This is the place for enlightenment for disciples of Shenxu Realm. Xue Cuo has just established the realm...
Xue mistakenly recognized Jun Wuwei and was as quiet as a chicken for an instant.
Because Jun Wuwei has been in seclusion all year round, the two have only met a few times and are not close to each other.
When he walked out of the sword tomb, Jun Wuwei's sleeves were pulled. He lowered his head, and Xue Cuo whispered: "Well, I haven't realized anything yet."
Jun Wuwei stopped: "Do you want to stay?"
Xue Cuo immediately shook his head like a rattle.
A ray of light escaped from the distance, and the light chased a snow-white sword. There was a blue-black hand on the sword, and it ran away desperately.
But in the end he couldn't run anymore, he was slapped by Liu Guang and fell in front of Jun Wuwei.
Jun Wuwei glanced sideways, the streamer returned to its sheath, and let out a light sword cry.
Xue Cuo: "That evil sword!"
Jun Wuwei lowered his eyes.
The big blue-black hands were trembling, and he got up from the ground holding the snow sword. The five fingers bent down the middle three, and the thumb and little finger were raised, making a smile.
Although there are only five fingers, it still seems to be 60% flattering and 40% flattering.
The Sword Immortal's aura was deep and tall, and his figure was tall and majestic: "I give you this snow sword as a gift."
Xue Cuo was thin-skinned and said shyly: "You are too polite, but it's okay if you come."
When Xuejian heard that he was about to be given away, he was still the cowardly brat, so he immediately struggled to take off, preferring to die rather than surrender.
Jun Wuwei's sword roared softly, and the sword energy cut an extremely hard sword-washing stone in the sword tomb into thin filaments.
The snow sword remained still for a moment.
Suddenly, he lightly bent the sharp sword tip, and his big blue and black hand turned into a five-fingered sword spike, floating weakly, and he gave a flirtatious look to the fingered sword spike, but he still wanted to speak.
Xue Cuo's eyes were round: "Dad, it's bent!"
