Xia Zhichan held a pomegranate branch with green leaves. As soon as he stepped out of the door of the small courtyard, a white halo emitted from the branches and leaves.
The black mist was like a mouse seeing a cat. It retreated in panic, but stopped about a foot away from Xia Zhichan. It didn't dare to get close but didn't dare to leave.
"It still works quite well."
He walked around in circles for a while, but surprisingly found that he didn't encounter any attacks. The evil spirit hiding in the darkness never made a move.
"Is it because of this..."
If Brother Nangong gave him the branch that could dispel the black mist, the evil spirit wouldn't dare to take action, then he might attack others.
Thinking of this, his steps became a little faster.
As the black mist receded, many scenes in the courtyard appeared in front of him, including fairly neat furnishings and darkened happy words stuck on each window sill.
It seems like there was a wedding going on here when something went wrong.
The broken word "Happiness" has dimmed like a mark left after blood dries up. The place that should have been filled with joy is filled with unspeakable sadness.
Suddenly, a room not far away attracted Xia Zhichan. It looked like something fell from the sky, and then smashed a huge hole in the roof covered with blue tiles.
not……
Xia Zhichan felt something bad in her heart, so she ran over quickly, knocked open the door, and saw Jiang Qin lying in the big hole on the ground by the light of the pomegranate branches in her arms.
"Hey, Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin! Wake up..."
He first reached out to touch the pulse gate, and after feeling the woman's fairly strong pulse, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was okay.
As soon as he inserted his true energy into the unconscious Jiang Qin's body, he suddenly felt an inexplicable suction force coming from his Dantian. The true energy in Jiang Qin's body suddenly entered Xia Zhichan's body like a river flowing backward. .
"What...what's going on?"
Xia Zhichan was so angry that she looked inside her dantian with her mind. Only then did she discover the source of the suction.
The Immortal Sword Qi, which is not much thicker than a hair, is now like a glutton who has been hungry for several days and suddenly sees countless delicious food, desperately swallowing the incoming Qi.
The Immortal Sword Qi was condensed from Wuyazi's Sword Qi, although it took the dragon corpse three hundred years to convert it into his own, and was later forcibly absorbed into Xia Zhichan's body.
But in the final analysis, the Immortal Sword Qi is essentially composed of Wuyazi's true Qi. Both Long Zhi and Xia Zhichan forcibly obtained the right to use it through the method of invisible sword Qi.
But Jiang Qin is the authentic inheritance of Wuyazi. The Qi he cultivates is no different from that of his ancestor three hundred years ago, and he is also a pure swordsman.
Immortal Sword Qi Because the Qi in Xia Zhichan's body is nearly exhausted, she has not absorbed the Qi for a long time. Now she finally feels the majestic Qi, and it is the Wuyazi Qi that she is most familiar with, so she is very welcome. He opened his big mouth and took a hearty meal.
"Xia Zhichan...are you trying to supplement me?"
Jiang Qin didn't know when she woke up. She clearly felt that the true energy in her body was being sucked out of her body, flowing into Xia Zhichan's body through the place where the two were in contact.
She actually didn't know what the specific purpose of taking supplements was, but she occasionally heard the female disciples on Longhu Mountain talking quietly among themselves, as if they were instilling the true energy in their own bodies into each other's bodies.
Isn't the current state of myself and Xia Zhichan just like the rumored supplementation?
"You wake up, cough cough cough... don't talk nonsense, I didn't, I'm not..."
Xia Zhichan choked on Jiang Qin's questions and coughed several times in a row. He didn't know how to explain what the two of them were doing, but now he couldn't let go.
It wasn't until the sword energy master in his body had eaten and drank enough that he let go of the hand that had been holding Jiang Qin's wrist.
"Infuriating...half of it is missing."
Jiang Qin retracted his wrist, explored his body, and found that the originally full sea of qi in his Dantian was suddenly missing half of its true qi.
She pursed her lips and said in a somewhat resentful tone.
Xia Zhichan's scalp was numb. No matter how he listened, he felt that Jiang Qin's words meant that he wanted him to take responsibility, but he couldn't help it. Besides, if he had to take responsibility...
What specific responsibilities should we bear?
"Sorry, it's my problem. I'll explain this to you later... How is your health?"
Jiang Qin stood up from the big hole on the ground. She looked up at the huge hole that she should have made by herself, and then looked down at the big cracked hole on the ground.
Her memory was about being thrown out by the long black knife, and the huge force actually made her faint...
He didn't even know when he fell. When he finally woke up, he found that there was a guy holding his wrist, greedily absorbing the true energy in his body.
"It's okay. I've seen that evil spirit before..."
As Jiang Qin spoke, she took off all the delicate Bu Yao jewelry on her head. Several of them were shattered into pieces, and she carefully put them into her cuffs.
That was something given to her by Princess Le, so she couldn't lose it casually.
"It's very powerful. My sword circle was actually cut open by him with one strike."
Jiang Qin found that the moves he had finally mastered could not block that evil sword. The sword circle made of sword energy looked like paper.
This made her a little unhappy.
"You actually blocked his knife and you weren't hurt?"
Xia Zhichan noticed the frustration in Jiang Qin's eyes, so she raised her hands in pretending surprise, showed the woman the scratches on her clothes, and then said:
"You are amazing. I was almost exhausted just trying to avoid his knife, but you were able to block his knife head-on."
"Um……"
Jiang Qin looked at Xia Zhichan, who was almost like a butterfly, and her mood improved slightly, but she still felt a little weak and said:
"No, you and I alone can't subdue that evil beast. What should we do now..."
"It's okay, I have a magic weapon to deal with him."
Xia Zhichan took out the pomegranate branch from her arms like a treasure and handed it to Jiang Qin.
"This is……"
Jiang Qin looked at the strange pomegranate branch in front of him. Although it exuded a white halo, it also contained some ordinary spiritual energy. Can he defeat that evil with just this?
"Don't worry about what this is, just let me arrange everything."
Xia Zhichan waved the pomegranate branch, and Jiang Qin also stretched out her hand to call out. The flying sword that flew to nowhere after she fell appeared in front of her.
"good."
Jiang Qin knew that he was not as good as Xia Zhichan when it came to catching monsters, so for now he just had to obey the arrangements honestly.
When the two were about to leave the room, Xia Zhichan was attracted by a flashing cold light. He walked over quickly and found that it was a long sword stuck in the corner.
This room seemed to be a study room, but after Jiang Qin smashed in, a huge shock was produced, blowing everything in the room to the corners of the four walls. This sword should have fallen here for this reason.
Buzz!
Xia Zhichan pulled out the long sword hidden in the ruins. The sword body, which was as smooth as water, had a clear break mark in the middle, but it was forged back together, but the mark did not disappear.
The sword moved automatically without wind and made a crisp sound.
"I happen to be short of a handy weapon. If I'm really sleepy, someone will give me a pillow."
Xia Zhichan usually doesn't use weapons. He usually subdues monsters with his bare hands, and only uses weapons in special circumstances.
This is also the tradition of the Lingguan lineage, in order to give you some room to do things. Some monsters and ghosts have not killed anyone before, so there is no need to put them to death, and you can leave a glimmer of hope.
So Xia Zhichan has never been worthy of a sword, even though his best skill is sword moves. In fact, if he had not gone to Kunlong to learn Taoism, he would have probably become a swordsman in the world.
The sword body was flowing like a clear water.
Xia Zhichan held a pomegranate branch in her left hand and the Qingxiao sword in her right hand, and walked step by step into the dark mist-filled courtyard.
"Good sword."
Jiang Qin is a sword cultivator, so he naturally loves swords. Her beautiful eyes were shining brightly as she looked at the long sword until she saw the broken mark in the middle of the blade, and sadness suddenly filled her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Xia Zhichan only knew that this sword was the best among the swords he had ever seen. Of course, apart from those swords that had been refined into magic weapons, the long swords he had simply seen in the arena, this one in his hand could definitely rank among the swords he had ever seen. Enter the top three.
If it weren't for this broken mark, it would definitely be the first place.
"This sword, it is mourning, and it must be a very sad story related to this fracture..."
Jiang Qin couldn't understand people, but he could see through the sword's emotions.
The sword is spiritual.
It is buried in the ruins. As long as it is unwilling, even Jiang Qin, a swordsman, will not be able to discover its existence.
But Xia Zhichan, who was not a swordsman, was attracted by the light of its sword. Perhaps it was because the pomegranate branch carried by Xia Zhichan had the smell of its owner, Nangong No. 1, that it revealed its light.
It was forged by Nangong No. 1 himself, and it is the master's favorite sword. Although the long knife forged from the same black iron was later broken by the owner's lover, it still had no regrets.
Although the Sima family father and son later worked hard to repair the long sword, and Sima Chunlei wore the sword for more than ten years, in the heart of the sword, its owner was only Nangong No. 1. Just people.
Buzz!
The sword trembled and made a crisp sound.
The pomegranate branch on Xia Zhichan's left hand also swayed a few times in the wind, as if in response to the sound of the sword.
"Sad story..."
Looking around, he didn't know what happened here, what happened in the past, and even if he knew, it would be useless.
But everyone in this house knows that no matter how many years pass, they will never be forgotten.
"Okay, let's end this quickly."
Xia Zhichan held a sword flower, looked at the black mist that suddenly rolled in front of her eyes, and said with a smile.
