Xie Xuanyang didn't know anything about the weird laughter in the room. After he and Mo Lingyan were separated from the Nacen family, they all went back to the next room to study Mo Lingyan's new sword. Both of them are monks. After the foundation is established, there is no need to sleep. All they need to do to recover their energy is to meditate. Therefore, the two of them are full of energy even in the middle of the night.
Xie Xuanyang caressed the blade of Mo Lingyan's new saber lightly, and the warm touch penetrated into his heart from his fingertips. This sword has a slender body, snow-white throughout, and its texture is neither gold nor jade. He flicked his backhand with his fingertips, and the blade made a sonorous sound.
"Good sword!" he exclaimed, "what is its name?"
"Is that so?" Mo Lingyan smiled, with a proud face, "My master named it Dongxuan Jiutian, and it was made from the crystal glaze black iron obtained by the master from the mysterious fairy island a hundred years ago. I heard that. Senior brother said that when this sword was born, there was a gathering of dragon smoke, and the thunder tribulation that we ushered in took three days and three nights."
"Then this is still a congenital treasure." Xie Xuanyang sighed.
There are several grades of magical instruments in the Xiuxian world, acquired spiritual treasures, acquired treasures, innate spiritual treasures, and innate treasures. The thunder tribulations caused by each class are different. The more thunder tribulations, the stronger the magical implements. Mo Lingyan's Dongxuan Jiutian, cast by his master Qingxiao Daojun, is the second-class innate spiritual treasure. Countless people are fighting for this treasure. I didn't expect Qingxiao Daojun to give it to Mo Lingyan. .
"Uncle Master is such a great handwriting, and he really loves your apprentice." Seeing this, Xie Xuanyang had to agree with one of the evaluations of Daojun Qingxiao by outside cultivators - the treasure house of Daojun is unparalleled in the world of immortality.
"Pamper? Don't scare me." Mo Lingyan waved his hands in denial in fright, "My master cultivated ruthless kendo, and in his eyes, my apprentice was no different from the flowers and plants he raised. Throw me this sword. It's just because it's dusted in the warehouse, and he's too lazy to wipe it."
Ruthless Kendo? Xie Xuanyang was stunned when he heard what he said. This was the second time he heard this word. The first time was from his unknown friend, and the second time was here.
He couldn't help but have a strange look on his face, "Uncle Qingxiao, do you want to cultivate ruthless swordsmanship?"
"That's right." Mo Lingyan couldn't help shaking when he remembered his cold master. His master's temperament was so suitable for the snow that never melted on the sword's edge, making people feel as if he was connected to his body. The blood will freeze into scum.
"Xuanyang, you don't know my master, he is expressionless all day long. The last time my brother disappeared, he didn't even change his face, and his eyes didn't even change. The ruthless kendo is really ruthless. I heard from my brother that the monks who practice ruthless kendo are getting When you become a Yuan Ying, you have to strip off your feelings in the thunder tribulation, and the master even threw away a lot of memories because of this."
Adult baby stripped of feelings? Xie Xuanyang couldn't help thinking of his friend. His friend's cultivation base has long been above Nascent Soul, but when he got along with him, he didn't feel that his friend had no feelings. Instead, he was like a ignorant young child who didn't understand what feelings were and couldn't tell them apart.
"Apart from Uncle Qingxiao, is there anyone else in Tianxianzong who cultivates ruthless swordsmanship?" Xie Xuanyang asked.
Mo Lingyan thought about it carefully and shook his head, "Not everyone can cultivate the ruthless swordsmanship, what is needed is chance and talent. I don't know if anyone has cultivated, but I know that only the master can cultivate above the golden core. I have heard that other sects also repaired, but all of them were damaged in the tribulation of the Pill Formation."
It's really only him. Xie Xuanyang sighed, that his friend who practiced and discussed swords together in the morning was actually the purpose of his entry into the sect, and the person he wanted to see all the time. He originally thought that he would have to wait until the Zongmen Grand Competition to meet him, but he didn't expect that the two of them had already met and became each other's friends.
No wonder Mo Lingyan suddenly took on the task of being a disciple of the outer sect, no wonder even the popularity of the heartbeat period was sent here. Xie Xuanyang thought about his friend's ignorant feelings and figured it out. It was because he was worried about his friend.
Xie Xuanyang was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.
"Speaking of my master, there is something..." Mo Lingyan paused, his eyes flickering, "I don't know if I should say it or not."
"What's the matter?" Xie Xuanyang asked.
"Master has been looking for a sword, and he told you not to be surprised." Mo Lingyan hesitated for a while, looked into Xie Xuanyang's eyes, and slowly spit out four words, "Chi Xiao... Red Lotus."
Xie Xuanyang was really surprised.
Chixiao Honglian is his real saber, which Mo Lingyan also knows, and he once saw Chixiao Honglian once when he was dealing with the genital affairs for the Mo family. But there was one thing Mo Lingyan didn't know, that Chixiao Red Lotus was the sword of life closely linked to Xie Xuanyang.
Chixiao continues, Xuanyang does not die.
What he once said was not a joke, nor was his family fooling him. He was indeed born from the sword, infused with the blood of his father and father, and bred with the red lotus in the red sky.
Before he was born, only his father could wield the sword; after he was born, the master of the sword became him.
With such a sword, what did Qing Xiao do with it? Xie Xuanyang was puzzled.
Mo Lingyan didn't know about this. His master seldom communicated with him other than teaching him his homework and teaching him how to cultivate, let alone talking about these things, he only heard from his senior brother. Because he had seen the sword his master was looking for, the moment he heard the name, he knew that he had to tell Xie Xuanyang so that he could be prepared.
Now compared to this matter, the matter of the Deyi Villa is more important, Xie Xuanyang had to keep it in his heart, thinking about finding a time in the future to inquire directly with Qing Xiao himself.
The next morning, Patriarch Cen brought people. When they came, Xie Xuanyang and Mo Lingyan had already practiced swordsmanship in the court. The two had different swordsmanship and had their own unique styles, which made people dazzled.
Although they have never seen swordsmanship like theirs, it is not difficult for Cen Family Master to see the excellence in them. As monks, the five senses of Xie Xuanyang are far superior to those of ordinary people. Even if they have no martial arts skills, the two of them noticed it at the first moment of their arrival, but they still practice their swords by themselves and are not easily affected by foreign objects. Disturbing is one of the compulsory courses for sword cultivators.
"The two young heroes are really young and successful." Cen's master saw that the two drew their swords and stepped forward, "I don't know where the two teachers came from?"
"The tutor does not want to reveal his name." Xie Xuanyang knew that someone would ask such a question when they were walking in Beichen, and he had already thought of the answer, "The tutor is not a famous person, he has never been out of the rivers and lakes, but he is a sword and lives alone. Over the years, we have created the swordsmanship in our hands."
"Oh, the old man must be a wonderful person." Cen's family master flattered the two again, and then followed them to the room where Young Master Cen slept yesterday.
He gently pushed the door and walked in, looking at the sleeping face of the child, he reached out and closed the quilt for him. Ignoring his expressionless face, it was obviously the appearance of a deputy kind father.
"Hmm... Daddy?" Young Master Cen rubbed his eyes and got up. His little face with baby fat still had red marks pressed by the pillow, and he was not yet fully awake, showing hazy sleepy eyes, looking cute Extremely.
"Qiqi don't want to sleep anymore?" Cen's family master took Young Master Cen into his arms with the quilt, and placed a kiss on his forehead, his tone was full of doting.
"Well, no..." Young Master Cen rubbed in the arms of Cen's family head and opened his arms, "I want Daddy to dress Qiqi."
This warm father and son get along with each other to see a burst of sweetness in the hearts of others. It's just that the expression on Cen's face is too weird for this kind of situation. His tone is gentle, but his face is cold, like wearing a cold mask.
Xie Xuanyang glanced at the other Cen family members from the corner of his eye, and found that their expressions were the same. He seemed to have seen such a face before, and Xie Xuanyang had a familiarity in his heart.
He carefully looked at Young Master Cen's face again. The light last night was too dim, and he couldn't get a good look at the young master's appearance. It's okay if he didn't look carefully, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw it.
He remembered that Young Master Cen's face and Cen's family had the same mask-like indifference, which was exactly the same as that of the young master Daofeng's legacy in the sect.
Could it be that the Cen family has something to do with Uncle Shi Feng
No matter how active Xie Xuanyang is inside, he is not visible on the face. He whispered hello to the Cen family beside him, grabbed Mo Lingyan and left.
After the two quickly walked away from their sight, Xie Xuanyang asked Mo Lingyan in a low voice, "Lingyan, do you know the name of Shishu Shufanjian?"
Mo Lingyan shook her head and said she didn't know. He and Xie Xuanyang entered the sect on the same day. Although it has been several years now, it is still not a long time in the sect, and he is not clear about many things.
"Xuanyang!" At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind the two of them.
"Bai Qishan! Why are you here?" Mo Lingyan exploded when she saw the visitor. He finally took advantage of this to get rid of the annoying Bai Qishan, so that he could cultivate a brotherly relationship with Xie Xuanyang. Why did Bai Qishan appear again before they got along for a few days
Shouldn't this bastard stay in the sect and can't get out? ! When Mo Lingyan saw Bai Qishan rush to Xie Xuanyang's side and force him away, he was so angry that he vomited blood.
"Why can't I be here?" Bai Qishan sneered, he wouldn't let Mo Lingyan and Xie Xuanyang spend so long alone together, "This place belongs to your home? Do you care if I'm here?"
"I can't control it, but I know that outer sect disciples are not allowed to enter or leave the realm gate at will." Mo Lingyan gritted his teeth and sprayed back, "I don't care if you run out privately now, if you go back and get kicked out of the sect."
"Oh, it's like I want you to take care of me." Bai Qishan sneered, "Besides, who told you that I came out privately? It's reasonable for me to go out of the world."
As he said that, he took out the mission jade token and threw it in front of Mo Lingyan, and said, "See? Mission, mission. This time, I came here to give gifts for Uncle Shi Feng together with Senior Brother Pop. Hehe, Liuyun. Don't you know, the origins of Uncle Legacy and the Cen family."
"What's the origin?" Mo Lingyan really didn't know.
"Li Feng's surname was Cen before he entered the Dao, and his family ranked seventh, and he was called the Seventh Young Master of the Cen Family."