"Yunfei, Yunfei!"
Lu Heng woke up from the nightmare.
Just now, the image of the handsome young man shouting "Master, save me" with his face covered in blood still clearly flashed in front of his eyes.
After sitting on the bed for a while, he finally came to his senses, his back was already dripping with cold sweat.
The eyes turned around, and when they landed on the blue sword on the shelf, Lu Heng felt another pain in his heart.
Back then, Xie Yunfei fell off a cliff, and his life and death were unknown. When he led his disciples to look for it, he only found this Tianxiu.
For the past three hundred years, he has been cleaning the sword every day, just so that Yunfei can pick it up again when he comes back.
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But, can Yunfei really come back
Thinking of yesterday's disappointing result again, Lu Heng unconsciously tightened his grip on the edge of the bed, his knuckles turned white from the force.
Suddenly there was a voice outside.
"Master, the disciples come to pay their respects."
Lu Heng closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, those dark eyes had returned to their usual calmness.
"come in."
Not long after, a boy with a dark complexion walked in.
After saluting respectfully, he stood aside cautiously, looking a bit dull.
Yunfei's temperament is the most cheerful and lively, never like this.
Lu Heng sighed in his heart, looked at the young man in front of him, and asked: "Yesterday, the people in the back kitchen said that you only rest for less than an hour a day, is it true?"
Zhang Qing nodded.
"Returning to the master, this disciple knows that his talent is dull, and he thinks that hard work can make up for it, so he practices more hours than others every day."
Lu Heng was also amazed at Zhang Qing's diligence, but after thinking about it, he still said: "It's good for you to want to improve so much. But for you now, an hour's rest time is too little. By then , the cultivation level has not improved, but the body is broken first, then the gain outweighs the loss... "
Just as he was talking, he saw Zhang Qing staring at him blankly, with red eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Only then did Zhang Qing come to his senses, and wiped the corners of his eyes in a panic.
"No, nothing."
Lu Heng frowned slightly: "You and I are masters and apprentices, so there is no need for birth. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhang Qing glanced at Lu Heng cautiously, and said a little embarrassedly: "Master cares about the disciple, and the disciple feels very touched. Just... I couldn't help it, and the master laughed."
After the words fell, Lu Heng was stunned for a long time before realizing what Zhang Qing's concern meant.
In fact, he just gave a few casual instructions, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would be so moved.
Thinking of the stubborn and lonely back yesterday when facing the accusations and disdain of everyone, Lu Heng's heart suddenly ached.
Immediately afterwards, deep guilt floated up.
As a master, he cared too little about this disciple.
Lu Heng's indifferent face softened a little, and asked, "What sword are you using now?"
Zhang Qing quickly untied the sword behind his back and handed it over with both hands.
"Master, this is it."
It looks ordinary, but compared with the Tianxiu next to it, it is even more tattered.
The guilt in Lu Heng's heart grew stronger.
"After you accepted me as your teacher, I haven't given you a meeting gift yet. Now that you have reached the foundation building stage, you should have a handy weapon."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and more than a dozen swords floated in the air.
Each sword has a sharp edge, and the brilliance flows on it, all of which are top-notch swords.
Zhang Qing was taken aback, and quickly waved his hand to decline.
"Master saved me back then, it was already a great kindness. I, I can't take it anymore—"
"Choose." Lu Heng rarely squeezed out a smile.
Zhang Qing hesitated for a while, then stepped forward cautiously, and looked at the swords.
"Xuanyang Sect majors in swordsmanship. Swordsmen pay attention to the unity of human and sword. Therefore, the sword will be your sharpest weapon and your closest friend. The sword also has aura. Now, it's not just you picking the sword , At the same time, it is also a sword to challenge you."
Zhang Qing looked around twice, feeling dazzled, and scratched his head rather honestly.
Just about to point to the most inconspicuous one, at this moment, the Tianxiu on the shelf vibrated with a "buzzing" sound!