Chapter 40 Forty Disciples

"You are really good disciples of the Sword Master."

Jing Yu tried his best to poke Mo Changsi's heart with these words.

Mo Changsi's expression had already darkened, he raised his hand and grabbed Jing Yu's collar, and easily lifted him up: "Remember, you are just a nominal disciple of Jianfeng, the matter between us and Master is not your responsibility. Outsiders make judgments."

After finishing speaking, he loosened Jing Yu's collar and pushed him aside.

Jing Yu was pushed against the door panel on the side. The disdain in his eyes deepened, and he lifted his feet and weakly walked out of the main hall.

After Jing Yu left, Mo Changsi looked sideways at Xiao Jingyi: "Let's go, what I want to show you is inside."

Xiao Jingyi and Mo Changsi walked into the familiar main hall.

Jing Yu only came to clean the main hall where Su He lived every day. The house was kept as it was when Su He was alive, and the furnishings in the house were not touched at all.

This is what Shen Zilian means, and it is also his idea.

When Mo Changsi saw Xiao Jingyi coming out, his eyes were unblinking and he was in despair. He couldn't help but feel a sore nose and red eyes: "Senior brother..."

But Xiao Jingyi didn't expect that Cheng Ying would eventually come to him again in this way.

Xiao Jingyi lowered his eyes and stood there, not moving or speaking.

There was no expression on Xiao Jingyi's face, except for the hand that fell on his side and curled up slightly.

Xiao Jingyi looked at the blank wall, suddenly laughed at himself, and punched the wall in front of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword suddenly cut through the blood vessels on the side of the neck, and the bright red blood splashed out several feet high. Blood dripped on Xiao Jingyi's lips, the tip of his nose, his eyes, and on the long sword that Su He had transformed into, slowly Slowly slide down.

"Her body, soul and mind are not the same person at all..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to untie the Xuandian from his waist, raised his head, held the hilt of the sword and slowly placed it on the side of his neck.

"You will regret it one day if you do this."

Xiao Jingyi suddenly thought of a place, put down his sword, and came to Su He's study.

It's all just ridiculous.

This sword is like a beacon in Xiao Jingyi's heart.

He did remember that the other party later said that he wanted to give him a gift, but what was his state of mind at that time?

I was eager to go to the Little Demon Realm, eager to start my plan, and didn't take it seriously at all, but after hearing it casually, I turned my head and forgot about it.

For a long time, Xiao Jingyi slowly walked to the desk, picked up the Chengying on the shelf, and rubbed the familiar texture of the scabbard with his thumb.

Xiao Jingyi's pupils narrowed.

Xiao Jingyi descended from Jianfeng like a wandering spirit, walked out of the gate of Jiqing Sect, and finally came to the front of the realm unknowingly.

There was a muffled sound, and blood dripped from his bones and snaked down the wall. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, disappearing in an instant without leaving any trace.

At that time, the master had not shown such a hateful side, and this sword was very different to Xiao Jingyi.

That's ridiculous.

The man's eyes fell on the long sword, and his muscles all became stiff, and he stood motionless.

Xiao Jingyi stood at the door, looking unfocused at an unknown place in front of him.

What is different from this life is that in his previous life, Chengying was the first sword Su He gave him after he entered the profession.

He didn't believe in evil, so he tapped his middle finger on the wall, and a dull tapping sound was heard.

He held the bookshelf and moved it aside.

In this life, he has completely embarked on a path of no return since he decided not to look for the Shadow Sword and chose the Xuandian.

What Zhou Xuanming said back then kept echoing in his ears.

Later, even if he discovered that there was no so-called new life at all, but that he had just left the dragon pond and entered the tiger's den, he had become accustomed to it, and the meaning of the shadow to him was different after all.

He turned away from the futon, his eyes fell on the sword stand, and motioned Xiao Jingyi to look there.

Solid wall.

After a long time, Xiao Jingyi slowly turned around, moved his steps, and walked out of the main hall.

Mo Changsi came to the place where Su He practiced and meditated. The futon he sat on when he came that day was still in its original position.

"Master...I was wrong."

If Mo Changsi didn't mention it today, Xiao Jingyi might never think of this little thing again in his life.

In the previous life, the bookshelves in Su He's study were pushed open, and behind them was a long and narrow staircase leading to the underground secret room of the main hall.

"..."

"I was wrong."

The picture of that night in my mind was intertwined with the scene of Su He's sacrifice.

"She said no, this is to prepare a sword for you."

Xiao Jingyi's eyes were frighteningly red, and the demonic aura around his body was violent and chaotic, causing airflow to fluctuate in patches.

"She said that she wanted this sword to be her natal spiritual sword. She said that this sword is suitable for senior brother and she wanted to give it to you. She also said that she would give the sword to you when you come back from the experience."

In front of Xiao Jingyi's eyes was a red halo reflected by the light after being covered with blood. His back fell straight to the ground, startling a fallen leaf moth on the ground and flying into the distance.

"That night, I summoned you. I thought if you knew about this, maybe your mind would change, but you didn't respond."

All you can see is a white wall.

He narrated in a very calm tone, leaving these words behind, and walked straight out without even looking at Mo Changsi.

Then, a clear smile suddenly appeared on the corners of Xiao Jingyi's lips, and his voice became clearer and sounded a bit sad and sad: "I'm sorry, Master... I will come to accompany you right now."

Xiao Jingyi lowered his eyes, and the hand at his side was completely clenched into a fist.

How could there be nothing?

They were all terribly wrong.

This was the first time that someone solemnly handed him a sword, making him feel that this was his hope of getting rid of the past and being reborn, and that from now on, his destiny could be in his own hands.

Mo Changsi felt that he needed some time alone, so he turned around and left the main hall, sitting on the steps outside to wait for him.

He stood in front of the sword that Su He had transformed into, and he knelt on the ground with a loud bang.

Xiao Jingyi stood there stiffly, thinking back to that night.

That day, he said he wanted to go down the mountain, and she agreed without any hesitation.

Mo Changsi looked at Xiao Jingyi and repeated what Su He said: "That day, I came to see her and saw Cheng Ying. I asked her if she could give me this sword."

"I am sorry Master."

Xiao Jingyi's mind went blank for a moment, and all the things in his memory seemed to be phantoms in his mind, making him somewhat doubtful whether everything he had experienced was true or false.

Only today did he understand that she was the salvation sent by God, but he killed her with his own hands.

When Xiao Jingyi first walked in, he noticed the extra sword stand on the table, and even saw the long sword on it that he was very familiar with, Cheng Ying.

Mo Changsi glanced at Xiao Jingyi's back, but in the end he couldn't say anything and sat back on the steps of the main hall in silence.

The ground beneath Xiao Jingyi was dyed red with blood. Looking at the sword, he seemed to see Su He standing there and saying to him: "Master, I forgive you."

Xiao Jingyi curled his lips, his eyes fell on the sword, and he murmured vaguely: "I owe you what I owe you, Master..."

After finishing his words, he slowly closed his eyes.

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