Chapter 1733 The Sword Ancestor is for me and I am the flower. I wake up from the dream but forget my home.

This voice...

The voice seemed a bit old.

But it is full of energy, powerful and penetrating.

Xu Xiaoshou had never heard this voice before, and he did not recognize the owner of the voice at all.

But that tone...

"Who dares to call Hua Weiyang by his name like this? Could it be his master, that means..."

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou felt a little hot in his heart.

He didn't expect to see Sword Ancestor in such a special way?

And although it's a bit outrageous to say this, but just listening to the voice, he doesn't sound like a bad ancestor, but like an ordinary old man?

At least it doesn't give people the feeling of being an evil god, ghost ancestor, etc. Just by the name, it makes people feel spooky.

"Wooden house..."

The wooden house looks normal.

It doesn't look like the thirty-third heaven of the relics of gods, or the haunting ghost on the throne of gods.

This place is not serious at all, it's like a school. If the old man is teaching swordsmanship in the wooden house, can he observe it?

Cengceng miso!

Xu Xiaoshou's pace quickened, chewing the withered grass in his mouth, grabbing the peach branches around his waist, throwing off his arms and trotting towards the wooden house.

Sword God, here I come!

Just wait for me, wait until I arrive, and then the class will start again!

…

"Crack."

With one step, he climbed over the yellow wooden fence that could only block chickens and ducks. Before he could rush in, he felt his sleeves being pulled by someone.

"Senior Brother Weiyang!"

A low voice sounded in my ears.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head sharply, and it took him two seconds to look at the portraits. The portraits overlapped for a while, and then a face that was not in a hurry appeared.

He has extremely three-dimensional facial features and is very handsome. He looks about twenty years old. He is dressed in a white robe, which makes his figure extremely tall and straight.

"Senior Brother Weiyang, you went to drink again!"

"You smell like alcohol, and you smell like vulgar rouge... Hey, did you just come out of there?"

"If you go to see Master like this, you want to be beaten, right?"

The man in white was cursing, and he seemed to hate the iron, as if he was the head of the family, and the one who was calling people in the wooden house was insignificant.

Weiyang...senior brother...

Xu Xiaoshou was momentarily stunned.

But he reacted extremely quickly. He immediately realized something and pointed at himself.

"I?"

Gas rising from the stomach.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xu Xiaoshou's Adam's apple rolled up and he let out a smelly wine burp that almost knocked him out.

The whole body was shaken by this, and after a spasm in his stomach, his legs went weak, and he threw up while holding the person in front of him.

"啕——"

The man in white clothes was all numb because of him, and his white clothes were stained with shit yellow, and his complexion turned blue and white.

He finally sighed and took out a water bag from his waist, "You should rinse your mouth first, Senior Brother Weiyang, you are so disgusting..."

nausea……

No, the point is...

I have become Hua Weiyang?!

Xu Xiaoshou felt much better after vomiting.

His consciousness was clear, and he was vomiting very rationally. He found that he seemed to be Hua Weiyang, jumping into the memory of his childhood?

Wow~

Shen Yi's stick, where exactly did it hit, and how did it cause such a thing?

Calm down, calm down, don't be too excited, even if this is the origin of history, it's not a big deal...

After wiping his mouth, he raised his head.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were clear for a while, and then there were multiple images, as if he was switching back and forth between himself and Hua Weiyang.

He used his senses to carefully look at the person in front of him...

Don’t know me!

Also, people from the Hua Weiyang era are also people from the Sword God era, how could I possibly know them?

"Who are you?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked directly.

The man in white was also a strong man. He helped his senior brother walk to the well and blurted out after hearing the sound:

"I'm your father!"

Boom!

Xu Xiaoshou slapped him and called him away.

The man in white stumbled and fell a few steps, but he only dared to cover half of his face that was swollen with red marks. He walked back to help his senior brother and said:

"Senior brother is still awake. I just tried, tried..."

"Who are you?" Xu Xiaoshou was half drunk.

"Oh, Xiaoxue!" The man patted his chest, filled with grief and anger, "Senior brother, are you really drunk or are you pretending to be drunk?"

"Xiaoxue... Fengcheng Snow?"

Snap!

The man in white stopped walking and froze on the spot when he heard the sound.

wrong.

You have a story!

Xu Xiaoshou was not Hua Weiyang, and he had never been drunk. He could see the embarrassment on the face of the man in front of him, but he still asked:

"Feng Chengxue, who are you, Feng Wuhen?"

The man in white, Feng Chengxue, was stunned for a long time. He stared at his senior brother, as if he was trying to identify something.

With a final sigh, he just said:

"Senior Brother Weiyang, please don't make fun of me."

"I have long since left the Feng family. Master's swordsmanship is the swordsmanship that I really yearn for. I have nothing to do with my father or the Feng family..."

So Feng Chengxue is Feng Wuhen’s son?

So after he worshiped the Sword God, he called himself "Chengxue" and took off the "wind"?

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.

The two came to the well and fished out a bucket of water.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't wash his face, but Feng Chengxue felt it was dirty, so he took off his clothes and started rubbing it.

But the yellow shit stuck to his body couldn't be washed off. He quickly gave up and slumped on the wooden bench with his feet wide open: "I'm done..."

"Yes, not only did you vomit, you vomited all over yourself."

Xu Xiaoshou stabbed him with one sentence, causing Feng Chengxue to break his guard on the spot, "Senior brother, it was you who vomited. I have never been to that kind of place. Master will not believe your lies!"

This person is so alive.

He was almost so angry that he almost jumped up.

Such an innocent person was killed by his senior brother or younger brother with a sword later, and all that was passed down to future generations was a tombstone and a famous sword?

The heavy and desolate feeling originating from history made Xu Xiaoshou feel sad, but it was just sad... He turned around and asked:

"What is our master's name?"

"Ah?" Feng Chengxue opened her mouth wide, eyes filled with disbelief, "How dare you forget this! Are you really forgetting, or are you pretending..."
To be continued...