Sword spirits are artifact creatures. Since their spiritual light first appeared, they have had a natural connection with people. They form symbiotic contracts with people for mutual benefit and longevity.
Xingliu and Yue Leng are like mortal cats and dogs chained by their owners and abandoned in the wilderness.
In fact, they were suppressed under the sword pavilion and had almost no contact with anyone who was willing to take them out of the sea of misery. They were even more miserable than those abandoned cats and dogs that still had hope.
Now, Xingliu Sword is thinking of recognizing its master again, but Yue Lengjian is not.
Lin Yige was not in a hurry to express his position. He just stood aside with Geng Xin in his arms and continued to watch the show.
Sword Spirit Xingliu looked up and down Sword Spirit Liushuang, then he hooked Yue Leng's neck, tilted his head and said meaningfully: "You are a master sword spirit, unlike Yue Leng and I, who are helpless. Alone and alone, it is difficult to maintain your current cultivation. But after a thousand years, your cultivation has not improved at all. Why is this?"
It stands to reason that even if Fang Yanzhi has only been practicing every day for hundreds of years, Dance with the Liushuang Sword once, and the Liushuang Sword Spirit's cultivation level will also increase a lot.
Liu Shuang Sword Spirit was stunned for a moment, and said in a daze: "If the sword master is weak, the sword spirit will be weak, and if the sword master is strong, the sword spirit will be strong. The sword master should be put first in everything. This is a natural principle. "
The next moment, her eyes regained their clarity, and she nodded and said: "If the sword master is weak, the sword spirit will be weak, and if the sword master is strong, the sword spirit will be strong. The sword master must come first in everything. The principles of nature!"
I said the same sentence twice, but the tone was completely different, first dull, then firm, with a hint of weirdness.
Hearing this, Yue Leng impatiently tore the sword spirit Xingliu off his body and kicked him away, and said in a deep voice: "If the sword master is strong, it is inevitable to abandon the sword and ascend! Xingliu and I are both learning from your mistakes!"
Liu Shuang was silent for a moment, frowning slightly, showing a bit of irritation, and said: "The spiritual contract has been decided long ago. It is not up to me to decide who is strong and who is weak! Don't think you can't see that I have a sword. Lord, you didn’t mean to say this to separate me and the sword master, right? He is not that kind of person!”
The two swords, Liushuang Sword and Xingliu Yueleng, have gone through many changes in the mortal world, and have passed through countless hands. , it has been reheated and tempered countless times before the aura was born and the spiritual intelligence was different. As early as the embryo of the sword was formed, the aura first appeared but the spiritual intelligence was still ignorant, the Flowing Frost Sword was sacrificed by Fang Yanzhi and was branded. .
Xingliu Sword Spirit rolled his eyes and thought to himself, this Liushuang Sword is similar to the koi carp in the garden lake in the mortal world or the young lady imprisoned in the embroidery building of a rich family. There is no way to know the sinister nature of the human heart.
He habitually put his hand on Yue Leng's shoulder, raised his chin to Li Shuang, and said: "Isn't this the chance to make the decision for myself now?! The leader of the Guiyi Sect, Feng Qingqing, But the number one immortal in the mountains and seas will definitely be able to relieve our worries.”
If you can become the gentle sword of the wind, your ascension will be just around the corner.
Even if she is disliked by Feng Qingqing, it should not be a problem for her to arrange for a disciple of the Guiyi Sect to be the sword master.
No matter what, it is better than being suppressed under the sword pavilion and unable to get in.
As for the Flowing Frost Sword, being able to win Feng Qingqing's blue eyes is her ability. If she can't...then she can't, and it has nothing to do with her.
Yue Leng shrugged her shoulders, shook off Xingliu's arms, and said expressionlessly: "No matter who it is, I will never recognize him as the master again!"
"Okay, okay... then it's settled!" Xingliu Sword Spirit said to himself, and then looked at the female cultivator of the Guanyin Sect who was standing aside holding the little girl, "Little friend Lin, what do you think?"
Liu Shuang Sword Spirit muttered: "I haven't agreed yet, how can it be decided?"
Yue Leng held her forehead and sighed, but did not try to dissuade her.
Lin Yige bowed her hands to the three sword spirits and said: "You three might as well stay here for a while. I will go and report it right away and ask the head elder sister to make a decision."
After saying that, she hugged Geng Xin and turned around to leave.
It was said to be a report, but senior sister Feng Qingqing was not in the mountain, so she left the mountain first to find out about Lu Jiu, while leaving the three fairy swords at Wuying Peak to temper her temper.
After that, when you have some free time, ask your senior brothers and sisters to take action to erase the imprints in the spiritual consciousness of the Three Swords.
If you can keep it, keep it. If you can't keep it, peel off the sword spirit, throw the body of the fairy sword into the furnace and melt it again. There are always more solutions than difficulties.
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"Tianyan Sword Sect has its own secret method to track me and Yue Leng. The nights are long and there are many dreams, so you have to hurry up!" Xingliu Sword shouted at the female cultivator's leaving figure.
The voice of Sword Spirit Xingliu came from behind. Lin Yige stopped when he heard the words.
Indeed, the night is long and the dreams are many.
If the Immortal Sword was so easy to steal, he would not be too late to take action.
Although Yue Leng and Xingliu were abandoned by the sword master, they are still the treasures of Tianyan Sword Sect, and maybe they are tied with some kind of "dog leash".
It would be abnormal to say that there is no means of tracking.
Not to mention Fang Yanzhi, the master of the Flowing Frost Sword, he could come to his door at any time just by relying on the master-servant spiritual contract.
The Supreme Elders of Tianyan Sword Sect and Shenji Sect may not have the guts to attack the Guiyi Sect, but what if the nine sects use this as an excuse to join forces to test one or two and ask them to find out what is true in Heming Mountain? , the Guiyi faction is afraid that they will suffer a loss.
Even if there is to be a conflict with the Nine Sects, it cannot be in Heming Mountain.
Right now, the priority should be to eliminate the possibility of Tianyan Sword Sect and Fang Yanzhi tracking the location of the three immortal swords.
Thinking this, Lin Yige immediately turned around and turned back.
Seeing her turn around, Xingliu Sword couldn't help but wonder: "What are you doing back?"
I don't know what came to mind, Xingliu frowned, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to protect Yue Leng. Behind him, he said: "Don't think of any sweet words, you want to coax me to accept you as my master first?"
Yue Leng pressed Xingliu's hand in front of her and asked: "What do you want, little friend?" Don’t worry, just tell me.”
Lin Yige smiled slightly and said, “Perhaps you have heard the saying, things without owners are first come, first served.”
Sword Spirit Xingliu was still confused and asked: "I understand the original meaning of these eight words. But between the three of us, Yue Leng and I can barely be regarded as ownerless, but Liushuang has an owner. Besides, you How can one person think of the three of us? I’ll give you these words, greed is enough to swallow an elephant!”
Yue Leng nodded silently, and then said: “Our cultivation is equivalent to that of Mahayana monks, and you , but a mere transformation is not as good as the little girl in your arms."
Liu Shuangjian nodded, "Yes, I am the one who owns it, first come, first served!" It's not your turn."
Lin Yige smiled and said nothing, and just patted Geng Xin's head lightly, ordering him to turn into a spiritual sword.
The purple light disappeared fleetingly, and Gengxin turned into a purple-black, shiny bamboo whip, weighed in his hand, as light as nothing.
The three sword spirits did not hear Geng Xin and Lin Yige's only voiced confession to each other. Seeing this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
No one expected that the female doll in Lin Xisheng’s arms, which had a similar face and was carved from pink and jade, was actually a magical spirit!
The spirit body born from the fairy-level spiritual sword is called the sword spirit. The spirit body born from the fairy-level bamboo whip should be called the whip spirit, right?
No wonder the sword energy they sent out before did not leave any trace here. It turned out to be blocked by this whip spirit.
Lin Yige gently held the sword flower and asked calmly: "You three, have you ever heard of the killing sword intention?" (End of this chapter)