"Uh... well... this--"

Xia Qing didn't intend to tell her everything. She was thinking about taking care of Xu Wen's face. At this time, a knock on the door came from outside the yard. Xia Qing immediately took the excuse to open the door. Xu Wen appeared in front of her.

"Why...who are you going to the main entrance?"

"What, do I have to sneak up on my back when I get home?" Xu Wen stuffed the things I bought into Xia Qing's hand. "I bought the things, and it's not that easy to instruct me next time."

"Yeah, OK-"

"The next time the errand fee is calculated as 100."

"ha……"

Xia Qing looked at Xu Wen walking into the house, hesitating whether to speak.

He needs to know this...it's his past.

However, when Xia Qing made up her mind to inform Xu Wen about what happened just now, Xu Wen suddenly turned around and greeted Xia Qing:

"Ah, by the way, when I was not here, you probably didn't ask about me secretly, right?"

"Ah... Wow, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

The guilty Xia Qing swallowed a big saliva in fear and almost choked herself to death, "No, no!"

"Do you... seem to be without?"

Xu Wen sighed, then walked around Xia Qing and walked into the house. Xia Qing wanted to say something. Xu Wen, who was facing her back, just waved: "Not to be an example."

"Let's go, won't you be an example?"

Xia Qing was stunned for a while, and Xu Wen had already entered the house, so she had to give up.

Xue Ji, who had just returned to report the next day, had plenty of time to communicate with everyone. During the conversation, Xu Wen also learned more about the situation he had forgotten.

It turns out that although Xu Wen is in charge of the Haotian Sect, which has more than 5,000 disciples, there are only three true disciples, that is, the eldest disciples he taught himself, namely the eldest disciple Ling Shuang, the second disciple Liuli, and Xue Ji, whom he mentioned, were the earliest natal magic weapons used by Xu Wen. It was not until nearly three hundred years that he had self-awareness.

"So... are you a sword spirit that changes from the sword?"

Xue Ji nodded and said, "But since I have obtained a human form in my cultivation, my master has not turned me into a sword form for a long time."

"He has been in the Mahayana stage, and he probably won't want anyone to fight with him."

According to Xue Ji's explanation of his origin, there are many Xue Ji swords themselves, but they are all just Xue Ji's clones, similar to the concept of a replica. Only Xue Ji's own transformation into Xue Ji's only authentic product.

At the dinner table, when everyone was eating almost the same food, Wu Yu patted Xu Wen's arm and signaled, "Can you let me see that sword?"

"Okay, let me show you."

Xu Wen raised his hand slightly, and the Xueji sword flew out of his Qiankun bag, from small to large, and fell into Xu Wen's hand.

Xia Qing took the Xueji sword from Xu Wen. She could feel the cold feeling coming from the sword, but she felt that the whole sword was light and had no metal weight.

"It's a bit lighter, and the pattern is so beautiful, it looks like it's used by girls no matter how you look like it is!"

"Hmph, I haven't seen the world."

"Sister, come and touch it, too."

"Ah? I'll..."

Wu Yu handed Xue Ji sword to Xia Qing, and during the handover, Wu Yu whispered to Xia Qing:

"Maybe it was the relics left by that Taoist couple?"

"Don't talk nonsense..."

When Xia Qing took the Xueji sword from her sister, she pinched her and then held the sword in her arms and played with it.

really……

The scabbard of Xueji Sword is carved with patterns like branches and leaves, and on the top of the scabbard, a pattern similar to a sun flare is painted.

Originally, there was a blue and white fluorescence on the scabbard. When Xia Qing drew her sword and sheathed out, the blue and white fluorescence on the scabbard turned pale golden again.

So that's it, it's really called Xue Ji, it feels like it's just sunny after the snow...

Such unique decorative patterns do not seem to be something that Xu Wen, who only cares about cultivating immortals, would be interested in.

If the original owner of this sword was really the Taoist companion Xu Wen before, wouldn’t that mean that Xu Wen has been keeping her relics with her since her death?

Decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years...

From this point of view, Xu Wen must cherish this ex very much, right?

Then isn't it too despicable for me to do this while he is lost in memory?

Xia Qing, who had been sad for a long time, put the sword in the sheath. When she raised her head, she found that Xu Wen and Xue Ji were staring at the Xue Ji sword in her hand.

And their faces were full of surprise:
Chapter completed!