She remembered that in the original work, there was a sect of Xianyue. In terms of seniority, the Xuanqing Sect where the heroine belonged was considered a branch of this sect. The head of Huiwu Sect met Ye Qingxuan, and Ye Qingxuan called him Master. So, by accident, he became the female lead's master uncle?
This is a big advantage.
Unfortunately, the fate of this sect was not good. In the original work, every one of them sacrificed themselves for the heroine, and the whole sect ended up with no heirs and no bones left.
Just as he was thinking about it, a sword energy suddenly drew Han Zijin into the black sword, and he disappeared instantly. Su Yuxue stepped forward in shock, but was blocked by a barrier and unable to move.
"Senior brother? Where is my senior brother? What's wrong with your sword? What are you arresting my senior brother for? Let him out quickly! If it's me who offends you, just come to me!"
Su Yuxue was furious and worried about Han Zijin. At the same time, she secretly swore in her heart that forgetting her master, she would never have anything to do with her brothers and sisters who were so good to her. She must practice well and change. The original sect's fate protects everyone.
In just half a cup of tea, Han Zijin was thrown out of the barrier by the long sword, and at the same time, the barrier blocking Su Yuxue also disappeared.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? What did that holy sword do to you? How...how..."
Why is he covered in blood?
Han Zijin forced a smile, rubbed Su Yuxue's head, and comforted her, saying, "It's okay. I'm asking the Holy Sword for swordsmanship. Injuries are inevitable. I have to thank you, senior, for showing mercy."
If he didn't try to be brave and did what happened just now for Su Yuxue, he was afraid that the Holy Sword would cause trouble for her in the future, and he couldn't keep her under his eyes all the time, which was too uneasy.
Su Yuxue didn't dare to speak arrogantly and cause trouble again, so her small body insisted on lifting Han Zijin away: "I don't want anything, not even the ones here. I want to use my own bones as a sword, and I will definitely become the leader of the sword!" "
Hearing this, the long black sword moved, and the sword spirit sighed: "Your junior sister is not old, but she is very ambitious. She has the same aspirations as my master."
After saying this, a strong smell of blood hit his face, and the long sword faded away from the blood stains on its body, and returned to its original color. It turned out to be a transparent long sword that looked like ice.
"This is an ice soul, made from the backbone of my master. I followed him in the ancient battlefields until his death, killing tens of thousands of monsters. By chance, I came to the Sword Tomb. The new master that my master asked me to choose is actually you. Girl movie."
The Holy Sword Sword Spirit's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and he almost gritted his teeth and ordered: "Come here and get the sword."
Han Zijin was almost dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He was stunned for a moment before he had time to remind Su Yuxue, who was also stupid, "Go quickly and get your sword back!"
He couldn't help but marvel at how lucky his junior sister was to have such an immortal destiny.
Su Yuxue clenched her fists and stepped forward to take the Ice Soul Sword back into her hand as if she mustered up a lot of courage. Unexpectedly, as soon as she touched the sword body, the sword penetrated her limbs from the palm of her hand, catching her off guard. Su Yuxue screamed in pain and fainted.
When she woke up again, the person taking care of her was the gentle Senior Sister Qingyao, who was stuffing pills into her mouth one by one. They were as sweet as jelly beans.
"You're finally awake."
Qingyao took the medicine bottle and breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Brother, you came back from the Sword Tomb covered in blood with you in a coma. You didn't scare us to death."
Su Yuxue naturally knew who Qingyao was talking about us. Just when she was about to ask about Han Zijin's situation, Qingyao answered for her in an understanding manner. She put her hand in front of Su Yuxue's eyes and told her to rest: "Don't worry. , Senior brother’s injury is not serious, and there are two junior brothers taking care of him, so it’s appropriate, but it’s you.”
Qingyao's mouth was full of joy and jealousy: "My little junior sister Saint, during a one-day trip to the Sword Tomb, you actually used your mortal body to create the immortal bones that none of us have completed. From now on, you will be immortal and immortal with your bones." As for the sword, in this world, I am afraid that our master is the only one who has such an enviable immortal bone."
"Immortal bones?"
Su Yuxue understood immediately, but she only felt pain as if the muscles and veins in her body were being broken, and the cold wind was rushing through the bones. She could not bear the ice soul fairy bones for a while.
"Go to sleep after taking the elixir. It will take ten days and a half to cultivate for your body to fully accept this immortal bone. After that, you can try to summon your Ice Soul Sword Spirit and let him teach you how to practice swordsmanship. Get twice the result with half the effort…”
Qingyao's voice was always warm, and she felt much better after listening to it. Maybe it was because she fed her the elixir, but Su Yuxue felt drowsy, and fell asleep before Qingyao finished speaking.
It was like this almost every day in the next few days. Qingyao fed her pills for free, wishing that the wonton fillings could be made into pills. Su Yuxue felt that her body was getting lighter and lighter, and her ears, eyes, hearing, and vision were getting better.
Ten days later, Su Yuxue reluctantly got out of bed and ran to see Han Zijin, who was drawing talisman paper at the table.
"Elder brother, what kind of talisman is this? What are you doing here?"
"Be prepared." Han Zijin carefully put the drawn talisman paper into his bag, pinched Su Yuxue's face and invited her, "My brother is going on a long trip, do you want to follow?"
"Go!" Su Yuxue said without thinking.
"I don't even ask where I'm going! What if it's dangerous?!"
Han Zijin couldn't help scolding her. He took Su Yuxue's right hand and felt her pulse. He murmured to himself: "Junior Sister Qingyao is so partial. I won't bring her any gifts when I go out this time."
"I'll take it! I'll take it to Senior Sister Qingyao!"
Su Yuxue squeezed out her dimples with a smile, stretched her muscles and said, "I feel a lot more relaxed recently. I don't know if it's because of these immortal bones, but I've never seen that sword spirit again..."
Su Yuxue pulled his sleeves and begged coquettishly: "Senior brother, do you have any talisman to summon him out? I want him to teach me how to practice swordsmanship!"
"this……"
Han Zijin thought for a while and shook his head. He knew very little about such a spiritual sword, and was mostly in awe. He definitely did not dare to use the talisman to force him, otherwise he would be afraid of making a mistake and hurting his junior sister, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
After all, the punishment Su Yuxue received for being disrespectful that day at the Sword Tomb was still fresh in his mind.
You can be stupid, but you have to have a long memory.
Su Yuxue was also a sensible person. When she saw Han Zijin in trouble, she stopped pressing him. However, she was inevitably disappointed in her heart. She muttered to herself that the senior brother didn't know much.
Han Zijin: "..."
"In that case, senior brother, please take me out to play! I've been lying here for so many days and I'm going to die of suffocation!"
