Chapter 48 [Zhu Xia]

To put it carefully, Huamian should be an old fairy who is thousands of years older than her. Xuan Ji and Zhuo Yue are of the same generation. When she saw her calling her grandmother, she called her Neng-

It was just because she and Wugui were the ice black iron left by Nuwa repairing the sky. After repairing the sky, they threw it into the Xuelang Lake, which had no name at that time. Later, an unknown blacksmith was fished out from the Xuelang Lake and made it into a sword and a scabbard. The sword was named "Wugui" and the sword sheath was named "Huamian".

But among the artifacts made of many ancient precious materials, they are not too famous.

…………………Of course, this cannot be blamed for Hua Mian or Wu Gui’s uselessness. At that time, their master was still the god of heaven. Then, the "Huang" who was the god of heaven was not very famous at that time, so it was not very famous for the Hua Mian Sword Sheath and Wu Gui’s Sword.

Until thousands of years later, Lord Tianshen was a little confused when he was comfortable. One day, he felt that he could not just be a not-famous god like this for no reason and live his life peacefully. So he slapped his head and the god "Huang" became the evil god "Huang", and he led his many magical tools to kill Zhuxia Continent, and wanted to do a bloody cause-

But the basic law in the world is that evil cannot overcome justice.

So just after a few steps of the so-called great cause of the evil god "Wild", he was led by the leaders of the four major races in Zhuxia and worked together to return it. The worst thing was that this guy still stole the chicken and lost the rice. Not to mention that he was sealed, the artifact was also stolen... Among them, Wugui Jian and his sword sheath were taken away by the human leader at that time and passed down from generation to generation as the token of the human patriarch.

——A few hundred years later.

The black iron of the cold ice is an extraordinary object born from the essence of the world. Everything has spirits. Wugui Jian has gradually gained spirituality because he accompanied his master day and night to eat wind and dew, and learned martial arts. When Yi Suifeng, the second leader of the human race, Wugui Jian first had a sword soul, but his will sometimes wake up and sometimes sleep, and his condition is not very stable...

As a sword sheath, Hua Mian had no movement at all at that time, as if she was determined to think that it would be good to just be a quiet sword sheath.

At that time, the Wugui Sword Sword Soul had not yet become a human figure. When he woke up a few times, he couldn't help but whip the movementless scabbard - he always felt that everyone was made of a piece of black iron. Although it was inconvenient for me to have no hands and feet, I could open my eyes to see the world. Why do you still seem to be dead?... Although the fancy carved is indeed disgusting, but you are not a fool, right?

However, no matter how Wugui Jian harassed him, the scabbard was as stable as Mount Tai as a quiet place.

The above, this is the premise.

Simply put, it is the same piece of ancient black iron, which creates the sword itself that strives to be the best and cultivates the sword soul, and also a sword sheath that does not seek progress like a dead salt fish.

——And another two hundred years passed.

The human leader continued to change his ranks. This time, the Wugui sword sheath fell into the hands of the fifth human leader after the evil god "Wild" retreated. His name was "Yi Xuanji". He was very young. He was only ten years old when he took over the Wugui sword. He was the youngest master in Wugui sword history and a standard handsome young man who was suitable for everyone.

Then that night, the sword of Wugui Sword, the flower sleeps in the red phoenix star moves—

Uh, don't ask why the scabbard can also "Red Luan Star Move", in short, it's moving.

That night, the sword soul of Wugui Sword finally became a human form. He secretly ran out at night, sat upright on the roof of Wuliang Palace, and breathed in the essence of moonlight to cultivate and consolidate the sword soul. The sword sheathed at his hand also responded in panic. The sword sheath turned into a confused little girl, appeared in the moonlight with her arms in her arms, staring at her big eyes and asking Wugui Sword with innocent expression: "What are you doing on the rooftop in the middle of the night?"

No Return: "..."

Looking at the sword sheath in front of him, which only took less than two seconds to practice from Su Xing to becoming a sword soul to a human form, Wugui Jian was speechless. No wonder he took so long to practice into a human form alone. It turned out that it was because he worked hard without his knowledge and ate the pain of practicing with the sword sheath.

This sword sheath is to win.

This is the first day when Wugui and Huamian brothers and sisters officially meet in human form, and they have planned to be the unbreakable and unshakable identity positioning of Huamian in Wugui's eyes in the future.

...

But the matter had already happened, and Wugui could no longer stuff Hua Mian back into the scabbard to let her spit out her ate cultivation... He carefully looked at the scabbard in front of him until he saw her face slightly red.

Seeing this, the handsome young man with his hands folded his sleeves and his sharp chin hiding in the fox-haired collar between his neck was fierce and asked coldly: "Why are you blushing?"

Under the moonlight, I saw the girl standing in front of him with curly hair, raised her fingertips, scratched the dimples on her face, lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "...No, no. Oh, I, what's on my face?"

"..." Wugui looked at her soft appearance and felt like a fire burning in his heart, and he became more and more expressionless and said, "No, he just looks a little ugly - isn't your sword scabbard body fancy? How did he turn into a sword soul human form, so ugly?"

...ugly, ugly?

Hua Mian widened her eyes slightly. Although she had just become a sword soul and became conscious, it does not mean that she doesn't know what "ugly" means. The little girl knows that she must be good-looking. After Wugui said this, she was completely depressed.

Seeing that she was so pitiful, Wugui would have been touched by her head like a dog. The hand that was put on her sleeve moved, and she felt a little reluctant... She moved her lips and was about to say something, the person in front of her flashed blue light, and the cold scabbard fell under his feet, as if she had no life to turn into a dead object again.

No Return: "..."

Yo.

I've got a temper when I say a few words.

He is so small, but he has a pretty big temper.

He bent down, picked up the sword sheath and put it back into his sleeves, and gently lifted it up under Wugui's feet. As his clothes flew, the young man jumped down from the high roof of the Wuliang Palace, flashed into the "Zangjian Pavilion" after the hall. At this time, there was no one in the room and no candlelight was lit.

Wugui looked around and finally his eyes were frozen on the empty sword rack in the room. Then he took out the scabbard from his sleeve and placed it on the lower layer of the rack. Then his eyes narrowed, and he turned into a sharp divine weapon flashing with snow. Gui was located on the sword rack-

The room quickly recovered the initial tranquility.

I don't know how long it took.

Ruthless footsteps came from outside the door, and a slender and tall figure slowly walked over, stopped outside the gate of Zangjian Pavilion, and paused a moment, the man pushed open the door and walked into the room-

The person who came was wearing a mysterious suit, with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, a nose as if he was hanging on his nose, and his face was quite stern, with thin lips and a little cold, but he was extremely handsome no matter what... This person was no one else, but the leader of the entire Wuliang Palace and even the human race in the Xia Continent, Yi Xuanji.

It turns out that this Collector Pavilion is the bedroom of the Palace Master of Wuliang Palace.

The man walked into the room, closed the door, and before he could see Wuguijian on the sword rack, he turned around and entered the room - obviously he didn't know that his Wuguijian was just tonight, and the sword sheath and sword condensed into a human form...

Hua Mian squatted on the sword stand, looking at the man's back—

Then he turned around and entered the room. Xuan Ji sat behind the desk and read the book quietly for a while. During this period, the whole room was as quiet as if a needle fell to the ground and could be heard... but occasionally he could hear the sound of flipping books.

Until time crawled slowly and when time was approaching, Hua Mian, who was squatting on the sword rack, was a little drowsy. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound from the room inside. She suddenly woke up and widened her eyes-

Watching her master stand up from behind the desk, relaxingly relaxingly, she seemed a little tired between her eyebrows and eyes...

But the next second, when he walked to the door, he returned to his usual serious and tense appearance. He opened the door and asked the guard to prepare hot water to wash.

A bucket of hot hot water was brought in. The man took off his clothes and exposed his strong upper body muscles. His abdomen were spread flat and strong. The muscle lines went down the bones until the undescribable part of his waist... The man bent and stood behind the wooden barrel, covering most of his lower body, and then removed the last cover of his body.

With the mist and steaming, he stepped on his long legs into the bathtub, sat down steadily, frowned slightly, then let go, and closed his eyes.

After a while, the breathing regulation gradually became even and smooth, and it became a little shallow to fall asleep.

So the man didn't notice it. The scabbard that was originally placed on the sword rack disappeared. Instead, on the edge of the bathtub behind him, a non-glorious blue light flashed by. The girl appeared behind him, her ears drooped softly, and her hand was placed on the edge of the wooden barrel, bent down, and looked at the man's sleeping face from the side...

"...Why are you sleeping now? No, don't sleep while taking a shower, master." Hua Mian lay beside the man and whispered like a mosquito.

Xuan Ji had no response.

"Get up———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Xuan Ji still had no response.

Huamian circled around the bathtub. Because the sword soul is not an ordinary creature, his steps are light and his sense of existence is extremely weak, and his breath seems to be there or nothing. If someone who has a certain level of cultivation does not look at each other with his own eyes, he will not be able to detect it at all, let alone ordinary mortals... So even a martial arts practitioner like Yi Xuanji has extremely sharp senses on his usual occasions, and when he is now in a shallow sleep, he can easily detect Huamian's existence.

Hua Mian lay on the edge of the bathtub, lowered her eyes and vaguely saw underwater. She covered her face and squatted down. Her face was burning like a cooked shrimp, and she muttered "Don't look at it if you are not a man"...

a long time.

He leaned his hands on the edge of the bathtub, and carefully poked his eyes out, looking at the man sitting in the bathtub seriously and quietly-

Her master is extremely handsome.

Her long hair was raised high and she looked energetic and heroic. She liked to see him practicing swords the most, the hair would draw a beautiful curve with his sword.

The hand that was caught on the edge of the bathtub tightened slightly, and Huamian sighed: "...Master, get up?"

Still no movement.

Hua Mian blasted: "...It's going to catch a cold! Go to bed and sleep!"

The girl lying on the bathtub was thinking for a while, and as she looked, she had other thoughts. She stretched out her hand uncontrollably to the man's eyebrows like a possessive... When her soft fingertips were almost touching the man, another blue light came up behind her. She suddenly retracted her hand as if she was shocked, and turned around to look at Wugui, who was standing coldly behind her with his arms in his arms.

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"I just took a nap for a while." Wugui reached out and twisted Hua Mian's ear, "What are you doing here?"

"I, I, I, I...Don't...Don't...Don't...Don't hurt."

Hua Mian was grabbed by Wugui and left the inner room. Wugui waved his sleeves slightly, and the door of the room creaked gently, locking a room temperature in the inner room, leaving only the scabbard and sword, looking at each other and standing in the outer room.

Wugui looked at him without expression: "Tell me."

Huamian: "?"

Wugui lowered his eyes and sneered: "It's been hundreds of years. Not to mention the human form of cultivation, your sword soul has never shown any sign of awakening... How could it be so good? Just as the sword was passed to Yi Xuanji today, you suddenly came to the forefront and didn't pretend to be dead. There were so many small moves!"

Huamian: "…"

With her hands behind her back, Hua Mian lowered her head and unconsciously rubbed the ground... Fortunately, it was dark and the room was very dark, and Wugui couldn't see the flush on her face.

Huamian muttered something vaguely.

Wugui didn't hear clearly, so he bent down and approached her: "What did you say?"

Hua Mian raised her head, looked at Wugui, and whispered: "The Wugui Sword is an ancient artifact. It is made of the same material as the sword sheath and the sword body. Where should we distinguish between high and low... But the masters of the past have always cherished only Wugui Sword itself. They put me aside and used it at will, and regarded it as your accessory..."

Wugui straightened his waist without expression and looked down at her condescendingly: Isn't it?

"Only Yi Xuanji--"

Hua Mian said, subconsciously looking at the room separated by the door... In the black and white eyes, there was a hint of gentle smile that she could not even notice.

"Only Yi Xuanji, today, he took the Wugui Sword and took me to the sun, and scrubbed me for a while..."

Speaking of this, the girl seemed a little shy, and her body swayed, and the smile on her face became deeper - as if she remembered that in the afternoon, the soft sword cloth wiped the carvings on the scabbard, and clear water flowed through the scabbard, washing away the protruding gaps in the carvings, and rinsed away the mottled soil and blood on it-

"If you didn't scrub you, just pay attention to me."

She looks like a mentally retarded girl falling in love.

Wugui: "………………………………………………………………”

A knife on the head of the word "Se"

Poor four masters in front of him, no one knew that the way to wake up this unconscious mentally retarded swordsman is to give her a bath.

Well.

Forget it, I shouldn't ask-
Chapter completed!