my magic sword system

"This is not acceptable, I will be scolded." Cuihua shook her head and said decisively.

"That's it."

Zhao Erxiao didn't force it. His parents were very kind to him and would never harm him. Since they didn't let him in, he believed there must be some reason.

Growing up, now I can only understand more things if I grow up earlier. It is really not very convenient for a child's body to do many things.

That night, when the parents finally came back, Zhao Erxiao hurriedly greeted them.

"Father and mother, why have you been out all day today?" Zhao Erxiao asked.

"Hey, the eldest son of your Uncle Zhang's family died. I didn't expect to die so early." Zhao Er sighed.

"It's so pitiful. I'm only seven years old. I could have lived to be in my teens, but I didn't expect it to last." Wei Meihong was also feeling emotional.

"Master and Madam, this is the gold ingot you asked me to prepare." Butler Li Bo walked to the door, holding a small wooden box in his hand.

Inside the box was a pile of folded yellow paper ingots, and a pile of yellow Mingqian neatly placed beside it.

At this time, the two servants also brought four little paper figurines.

"Everything is ready." Uncle Li said respectfully.

"Well, let's send it to Lao Zhang. His eldest son is dead, and I feel bad. I just say that these are my old Zhao's wishes. I hope his son will be rich and powerful." Zhao Er sighed.

"Hey, I got it, master." Uncle Li lifted the box and told the servants behind him: "Be careful when handling the villain, don't damage it."

"understood."

The three left and walked out.

"Father, how did Butcher Zhang's son die?" Zhao Erxiao asked.

"People at the spiritual root level all die before the age of ten."

"I heard from you before that he died at the age of ten, how did he die so early?" Zhao Erxiao continued to ask sideways.

"Ten years old is just the latest limit. If you encounter other things in front of you, you will die." Wei Meihong explained, but she also frowned: "I don't want to see that kind of death again, it's too miserable. "

What kind of death?Liu Gaoyang's heart moved slightly, according to what Wei Meihong said, could it be said that this way of death would be terrible?The picture is unsightly?

"Hey, there's no other way. Our son will have a spiritual root test in two years. We have to go and see those celestial masters." Zhao Er said with a sigh.

"Father, who are those celestial masters?" Zhao Erxiao asked.

"The Celestial Master is the most powerful person in the city, and when you test your spiritual root, they will also test it."

As he said that, Zhao Er urged Wei Meihong: "Go into the house and take out the things that the Heavenly Master gave us."

"Well, son, let's go in."

Three people entered the room, Zhao Er carefully looked outside, and then closed the door tightly.

Wei Meihong took out a piece of folded paper at this time, she opened it carefully, and there was a pile of black powder inside.

Liu Gaoyang looked at the black powder, thoughtfully.

"Son, this is the treasure we specially asked for for the Celestial Master. It cost your father 100 taels of silver." Wei Meihong poured a glass of water from the side and handed it to Zhao Erxiao: "Drink this."

Looking at this dark thing, Zhao Erxiao instinctively wanted to reject it.

After all, it's dark and doesn't look very good. What if I eat it and ruin my stomach?
Zhao Erxiao asked: "Father, mother, can you tell me what this is? Don't treat me like a child all the time. I understand some things. You keep it from me, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable. "

Zhao Er's novel was extremely calm, and Zhao Er and his wife were taken aback when they heard it.

I have long felt that my son matured earlier than other children, but listening to what he said just now, this is not only precocious, it is already mature.

Could it be that my son is a genius who knows so many things at such a young age.

Seeing her son's seriousness, Wei Meihong smiled wryly and said, "The head of the family, my son is so smart, just tell him."

"Well, I was worried that you wouldn't understand, but you have asked, so let me talk about it. This thing can make your spiritual root test even better."

"Better? In other words, the spiritual root level of the test will be higher?" Zhao Erxiao asked.

"As expected of our son, it's easy to understand. This thing is called spiritual root ash. Soaking it in water can make people's spiritual roots better. Many children have found very good spiritual roots after eating this thing." Zhao Two explanations.

Zhao Erxiao looked down at the pile of black powder without any fluctuations in his heart.

The sword master Zhao Erxiao didn't understand what was going on, but the sword spirit Liu Gaoyang knew it well. This black powder was a kind of talisman that was burnt to ashes. It contained faint mana and could hide people's spiritual root talent. It can only be suppressed a little, but it is still a spell that mortals cannot master. Although the person who made this talisman, Liu Gaoyang, is not very fond of it, at least he is still a cultivator.

Zhao Erxiao still listened to his parents very much. After mixing the ashes of the talisman paper with water, he became bored in one mouthful.

After drinking it, Zhao Erxiao felt that there was nothing abnormal about him, but as the sword spirit possessing him, he was still very clear. In such a moment, part of Zhao Erxiao's spiritual root talent was hidden, and the technique was very subtle. Clumsy, at least in Liu Gaoyang's view.

Wei Meihong immediately packed up her things and sighed, "Fortunately, Lao Zhang's second son is still young, otherwise he might be sent out of the city."

"That's right, but Lao Lin's nephew, who was tested to level three before, is just 15 years old this year." Zhao Er sighed leisurely.

"Isn't that..." Wei Meihong's face turned pale.

"That's right, the Demon Slayer Team was sent to the Demon Necropolis. They just left today. There is no other way. If the things from that place come over, it will be very troublesome. Someone must do this." Zhao Er sighed: "It's really pitiful. "

"Father, do you mean that those with low spiritual roots will be sent out of the city?" Zhao Er asked, rolling his small eyes.

"Of course, those people don't live long. Before they die, they have to make some contribution to the people in the city. Otherwise, although there are celestial masters in the city, if there are too many evil things, it will be very troublesome."

Zhao Erxin sank his head into this world, it seems really dangerous, as a time traveler, why hasn't my golden finger come yet!

The little sword master who was instilled by Liu Gaoyang with the consciousness of an earth traveler thought so.

"Old Lin's nephew is really unlucky, he was sent to the Demon Tomb instead of being sent to other places." Wei Meihong said with emotion.

"That place is basically doomed. Didn't a demon-slaying team go there last year, but they didn't come back, and even the corpse couldn't be found."

"That's better than Gaojiabao. Didn't a demon-slaying team be found in Gaojiabao before? They were all tied up and drained of blood. It is said that they watched themselves being drained of blood little by little." Dead, that's even worse."