Xie Bian said that he would make wontons when he said that he would make wontons, and that he would be fined if he said that he would be punished. After eating, he punished Fan Wuxi to wipe everything inside and outside the Tianshi Palace.
When Fan Wuxi heard that Xie Bian asked him to wipe the floor, he couldn't believe it: "You asked me to wipe the floor?"
"The Tianshi Palace is not small, so it should be wiped for a day or two." Xie Bian chuckled, "No spells are allowed."
The corners of Fan Wuxi's mouth twitched, and he remained silent for a long time. Let him, a majestic demon who once conquered Kyushu and subverted the ghost world, lie on the ground and wipe the floor with a rag? !
"This time it's just a small punishment. If you don't listen to your brother and act recklessly in the future, there will be a lot of work that Tianshi Palace can do, you know."
Bo Zhu brought an empty bucket and a rag, and gloated at the side: "The water fetching is in the backyard, and the rag has prepared five yuan for you, which should be enough."
"..."
Seeing Fan Wuzhen's reluctance, Xie Bian felt that he had found some fun in being an elder brother, he smiled and said: "Master has gone to inspect Jiuyou, when he comes back at night, I will ask for a good sword for you."
Fan Wuxi saw that Bian was leaving, "Where are you going?"
"Go practice swords."
"Don't go to see Jiang for pity by yourself."
"Got it, I'll wait for you to finish wiping the floor."
The two left Fan Wuxi behind and walked outside. Bo Zhu shook Jie Bian's sleeve and said cheerfully, "Master Bai, what are you cooking for tonight?"
"I'm thinking about dinner just after breakfast."
"So what's delicious for lunch?"
"Well... let's go and have a look in the vegetable field."
Fan Wuxi looked at the backs of the two of them in a daze. When the elder brother was nineteen years old, he was eleven or twelve years old like Bo Zhu, and his body shape was similar. So this is how they looked in the eyes of outsiders...
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When Zhong Kui returned to the Tianshi Palace, it was no surprise that he smelled of alcohol again. Before he arrived, laughter came first: "Ji Kang hid a jar of good wine, and I tricked him out, hahaha, happy."
Ji Kang is the ghost emperor of the Central Committee, and like Zhong Kui, he is fond of this cinnamon syrup and jade liquid. Every time Zhong Kui visits Jiuyou, he will inevitably ask him to drink a few cups.
Xie Bian smiled and said, "Master, did you drink well?"
"beautiful."
"Master, my disciple has something to report."
"Hey, let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Now tell me."
Zhong Kui looked at his two apprentices and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you two planning something?"
"Master, junior brother's sword is broken, you can give him a sword."
"The sword is broken? What's the matter?" Zhong Kui was so powerful that he could not get drunk easily, and immediately became a little sober after hearing the words. The sword of a sword cultivator is not only a weapon, but also represents the will of the monk. If someone cuts off the sword, not only will the personality be humiliated, but the meaning will be unknown.
Fan Wuxi wanted to speak, but Xie Bian stopped him with a look. He said, "I took my junior brother to Fumenghui to investigate the case of Meng Kefei, but in the end I met Gu Wujian Song Chungui."
"Song Chungui? That one-armed boy?"
"Exactly."
"He cut off your sword?" Zhong Kui looked at Fan Wushi, "Why?"
"They also go to Fumenghui to investigate, and if they see suspicious people, they will take them back to Yunding for interrogation." Xie Bian said honestly, "It is wrong for disciples to bring juniors to Fumenghui, but it is not right for Wuliang sect to arrest people casually." .”
"Have you made a move?"
"Um."
"Losing?"
Fan Wushi frowned: "It's not over yet." In front of Xie Bian, he was inferior to Song Chungui, which made him bitter.
"You were able to fight against Song Chungui." Zhong Kui smiled, "It seems that Master still underestimates you."
"Junior brother's swordsmanship is superb. With a broken sword, he used Zongxuan's swordsmanship." Xie Bian said with a bit of pride.
Zhong Kui's expression changed: "What did you say? Zong Xuanjian?"
Fan Wuxi said without changing his expression: "Before Master, this disciple once learned from a loose cultivator in Qingcheng Mountain."
"He taught you Zongxuan swordsmanship? Who is he, what is his name, where is he from, and where is he now?" Zhong Kui was completely sober, staring at Fan Wushi with sharp eyes.
Xie Bian was shocked by Zhong Kui's sudden seriousness.
Only Fan Wushi looked as usual: "Master never revealed his identity. After he raised me, he traveled all over the world. If it wasn't for Song Chungui, I wouldn't know that this sword technique is called Zongxuan Sword."
Zhong Kui's eyes lingered on Fan Wuxi's face, as if he wanted to distinguish the truth from the false: "You really don't know what kind of sword technique this is?"
"I don't know."
Xie Bian asked cautiously: "Master, Zong Xuanjian, can't you practice it?"
Zhong Kui pondered for a moment: "Song Chungui knows your identity?"
Xie Bian lowered his head: "Understood, it's my disciple's fault."
"Then it's time to go to Yunding." Zhong Kui stroked his beard, "You all know the origin of Zongxuan Sword, right?"
"I know. With the collapse of the Zong Clan back then, Zong Xuan's swordsmanship has also been lost for a hundred years. Most of the Zong Clan's descendants kept their identities incognito and escaped liquidation, so it is reasonable for someone to secretly pass this set of swordsmanship down."
"But Li Buyu can't tolerate this kind of swordsmanship. His whole family died at the hands of the Zong family. If he knows that someone is using this swordsmanship, he won't let it go." Zhong Kui squinted at Fan Wushi, "You can do whatever you want. I will go to Shushan and explain clearly, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
"yes."
Xie Bian originally wanted to ask Zhong Kui if he could learn Zong Xuanjian from Fan Wuyi, but now he dared not ask: "Master, Li Lianzhu will not make things difficult for the younger brother, right?"
"My apprentice, he doesn't dare." Zhong Kui took another deep look at Fan Wuxi and stood up, "By the way, don't you want a sword? Come with me."
Zhong Kui led the two of them back to the Bamboo Leaf Green Palace. He first walked around in his study, and as if he had suddenly realized, he opened a cabinet on the west side. Inside was a pile of weapons and magic weapons. Between things.
Xie Bian said helplessly: "Master, didn't I tidy it up for you last year? Why is it so messy again?"
"Oh, I don't remember. I probably got too drunk and looked it up. I forgot to tidy up."
"These are some high-quality pills, weapons, and magic weapons. You should cherish them."
Zhong Kui rummaged through the pile of things for a long time, and pulled out a sword. The sword was painted black, and the scabbard was gilded with silver patterns, embedded with precious stones. It was very valuable at first glance, and he threw the sword to Fan Wushi.
Fan Wuxi took the sword and pulled it out. The blade of the sword was as sharp as autumn frost, shining with a cold silver light. He said unceremoniously: "Good sword, thank you, Master."
"This sword is the opposite of your brother's. It comes from Yushan Juling Village. It's named Ting Mo and Pei Xue. They are both high-quality swords."
Xie Bian took off his Peixue and compared it with Ting Mo, one black and one white, they really looked exactly the same.
Fan Wuxi's slender fingertips gently caressed the blade of the sword, and the silver blade reflected his pair of beautiful and charming fox eyes. Naturally, this sword cannot be compared with Shennong Dingcui's sword, but it is also a very good sword. What makes him most satisfied is that this sword and Xie Bian's are a pair.
Xie Bian also said happily: "That's great, Junior Brother, you must cherish this sword carefully, it will definitely be with you for the rest of your life."
Zhong Kui chuckled: "At that time, the owner of Juling Village was going to give me another sword, but I fell in love with this pair of swords at a glance, and insisted on it. He felt distressed."
"Master really has the foresight." Xie Bian suddenly remembered something, "Oh, Master, it's getting late, we have to go to the Red King, you should rest early."
"Oh." Zhong Kui yawned and suddenly realized, "What are you doing there?"
"I ran into the Red King in Ghost Willow yesterday, and he asked me to bring him some tea and wine."
"I'm not telling you to stay away from him."
"The apprentice didn't interact with him, he was in Guiliu..." Xie Bian thought for a while, "He should be waiting for us there, maybe he is curious about the younger brother."
Zhong Kui snorted coldly: "Jiang Qulian acts in a strange way, and the weather is uncertain. What did he say?"
"I didn't say anything important. My disciple usually avoids him as much as possible, but he took the initiative to look for me, and I can't show him face. I'm afraid that if I offend him, he will take the opportunity to make things difficult for the younger brother."
Zhong Kui looked at Fan Wushi: "Did he scare you?"
Fan Wuxi said disdainfully: "He can't scare me."
"That person, no, ghost, he is always a ghost. A virgin boy like you is a great addition to ghosts." Zhong Kui thought for a moment, then plunged into the messy cabinet again, and after a while, took out Something that jingles and jingles all the time.
It was a brass-colored chain with a handle at one end and a spear at the other.
Zhong Kui said: "This is the soul-hunting rope bestowed by the emperor. With it, you can travel between the worlds of humans and ghosts."
Fan Wuxi's face was calm and unwavering, but joy flashed in his eyes.
Soul weapon! This is the first thing he needs.
Xie Bian was a little flustered: "Master, the soul weapon is a magical weapon bestowed by the emperor on the underworld. If Lord Cui finds out that you gave it to the younger brother, I'm afraid..."
"Oh, don't be so afraid of Ziyu. He doesn't eat people. Since Wuxi has become my apprentice, it's a bad job. He just waits for the emperor to leave the customs before he can be canonized."
"Then, what's wrong with the younger brother?"
Zhong Kui thought for a while, then suddenly clapped his hands: "Impermanence."
"ah?"
Zhong Kui laughed and said: "By the way, you two are doing impermanence together. One is black and the other is white. One yin and one yang are for the Tao. There can only be one person who talks about impermanence."
Although Xie Bian had been preparing for Zhong Kui's escape and unreliability for more than ten years, he was still frightened this time. His master regarded the underworld as his own home, otherwise how could he surpass the emperor? To be appointed as a general
"In the future, when you go to collect souls, you also happen to have a companion, so that Master won't worry."
"Master, this matter is not a joke, in case the emperor leaves the customs..."
"I don't know how many years later, why worry about it now." Zhong Kui stretched his waist lazily, "As a living person, you really need an identity in this Hades, otherwise it will be very dangerous. With With this soul weapon, Jiang Qulian won't dare to touch you casually, even ghosts and ghosts in the underworld will keep you at a respectful distance."
"Thank you, Master." Fan Wushi held the hook, his heart was racing.
With the soul weapon, he can travel unimpeded in most places in Jiuyou!
"However, soul weapons are not ordinary magic weapons. They have a trace of the emperor's spiritual thoughts. They can only be used to collect souls and shuttle Yin-Yang monuments. They cannot be abused." Zhong Kui said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If you use them to cause trouble, Don't blame me for disregarding the relationship between master and apprentice and cleaning up the door."
"Remember, apprentice."
Although Xie Bian was also worried, but thinking about the emperor's respect for the master, it was almost to the point of connivance, so the master was so unscrupulous, and seeing that Fan Wuxi was obviously happy, he couldn't help being happy for him: " Junior brother, since the master has entrusted him to you, then ask for a name for this soul."
Fan Wuxi glanced at him, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "It's different red." A trace of affection in the depths of his pupils almost leaked out.