I Am a Magic Sword

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He returned lightly to Xueshoutang and shut himself in the room.

Chen Hao looked at her dull look and did not speak.

From the beginning when Qing Yan became the sword master, he found that Qing Yan was different from other sword masters!

In other words, the purpose is different.

She seemed to have a clear purpose in doing things, but that was all a habit, and she was not the kind of enterprising person in her bones.

Of course, Chen Hao doesn't care if the sword master has any martial arts.

"Master Jianling, what do you say is my heart of martial arts?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Chen Hao thought for a while and then said, "Then why do you want to become stronger?"

"Why do I want to be stronger?" Qing Yan tilted her head. "Actually, I don't know. It's just that I saw everyone around me want to be stronger... and I followed..."

"Uh... this question, in the training room, do you answer that?"

"Yes... so it was judged a failure!"

"I think you can just find a reason to get stronger and fool it!"

"No, you can't lie in the heart training room! If you can lie, you can pass the level...I should be able to clear it at once!"

This fan's self-confidence!

Where did it come from?

"Don't you want to avenge Jiang Qinyu? This is not a reason to be stronger?"

Why does Qing Yan want to become stronger?

Chen Hao, is the most aware of the existence of light face in this world.

When he thought about this issue for a moment, he was shocked to find that Qing Yan seemed to have no reason to want to be stronger!

Become the top martial artist?

This is not the reason why Qing Yan wants to become stronger.

She does not have that deep desire for the peak of martial arts!

For power? For reputation? For money?

These should not be!

For the family? Or for family members?

This is even more impossible!

Qing Yan is now alone!

No parents, no love... No one who cares seems to be gone.

In Nanyu, she is an orphan, even if she returns to Zhou...she is the same!

Even if she joins the Blood Shaman, she still just uses the Blood Shaman as a springboard... She has no loyal martial arts, and she does not have the feelings of throwing blood for whom to throw her head...

Thinking of this, Chen Hao suddenly found that the present lightness... seemed to be a bit like him.

"When you came to Nanyu, didn't you say that you wanted to avenge Jiang Qinyu?"

Qing Yan hugged the pillow, sat up from the bed, and gently pressed her small head against the pillow: "In the heart chamber, I also want to answer this way, but when I wanted to speak, I found out that I and Qin The feelings between Sister Yu are not so deep, and they are not so deep for her desperately... When I came to Nanyu, my heart was empty, I just thought...I have to find something to do...so I think Revenge for Qin Yu!"

"So, revenge is not the reason why I want to be stronger... The reason why I am stronger is actually very simple, but other warriors are thinking about becoming stronger... I can only...habitually, want to be stronger... ...Do you understand this feeling?

Qing Yan lowered her eyelids, staring blankly at the ground, her eyes deeply sad.

After a long time, Chen Hao sighed: "I understand!"

Hearing Chen Hao's words, Qing Yan suddenly raised her head.

"You're actually like me, I want the magic sword to become stronger... but I don't know why I want to make the magic sword stronger... I just habitually find something to do, otherwise I will feel crazy!"

"Well... How did Lord Sword Spirit live?"

"Dazed!"

"Uh... I might not be able to do this!"

"I didn't let you learn me!"

Chen Hao didn't dare to think about the habitual daze.

Qing Yan threw down the pillow, came to the desk, and took out the guzheng from the space ring that had not been played for a long time.

A sad and sad "Pipa Language" came out of the small loft.

Chen Hao looked at the lightness of playing Guzheng silently and didn't speak anymore.

At this time, no matter how much, it is in vain!

In the Blood Shoutang, a passing warrior said scoldingly: "His mother, who is playing this deadly song in the Blood Shoutang? Is it funeral?"

Soon after, the door of Qing Yan's room was knocked.

The knocking on the door is getting louder and louder, as if with a light face that does not open the door, he will never give up his temper!

"Who?" Qing Yan's face was very bad, "Xiao Yue, didn't you say, don't you want to disturb me?"

"Sister Chen, it's me, Sister Yingying you!"

"Oh, I'll be here soon!"

Qingyan immediately put away the Guzheng, opened the door, and saw Sister Yingyue who hadn't seen her for a month.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion of lightness. I haven’t seen it for a month, and Yingyue has become stronger.

"Are you playing the piano?"

"Play Guzheng!" Qing Yan corrected.

"It's all the same!" Ying Yue asked, waving her hand carelessly. "I heard, have you gone to the heart chamber today?"

"Even you know?"

It is said that good things do not go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles, but Chen Hao did not expect that things could spread so fast.

"Got it, the Blood Fiends have spread all over the world. In the last month or so, you are the most popular among the Blood Fiends disciples, don’t you know? Many disciples in the school, I heard that you were accepted as a registered disciple by the Master, and I was not in my heart. Knowing how jealous they are, they can’t wait for you to succumb to it... In the end, you really planted it!" Ying Yue said helplessly, "I just had a discussion with an elder's personal disciple. He told me that he also counted you down. Say you have lost Master's face!"

Qing Yan knew that this was also the reason why she was too high-profile some time ago.

Nie Liqun has a high weight in the Blood Shamen, and I don't know how many Blood Shamen disciples dream to become his disciples.

Even a named disciple!

"Did the sister Yingyue win the game?"

"how do you know?"

"Guess!"

"That guy's mouth is too stinky, I was angry, and beat him again!" Ying Yue looked at Qing Yan seriously and said, "Qing Yan, this matter, Master Master should soon know, I hope You can hurry through the trials of ventricular training!"

"I will try my best!"

These words, dare not dare to say everything.

Before going into the refining chamber, she may say with confidence that "no problem", but after coming out of the refining chamber...

"You have to show some courage, light face!"

Qingyan looked at the elder sister Yingyue who was in front of her, and she couldn't show any courage.

"Sister Yingyue, why do you want to be stronger?"

"I just want to be the strongest one!" Ying Yue stretched out his thicker arm than his light-faced thigh, and the muscles on his arm were bulging, and the terrible muscle lump was about to support the warrior's clothing. "The strongest Warrior, do you understand?"

"understand!"

Qing Yan nodded.

But this is not her inner desire.

"Come on, I am waiting for your good news!"

After Yingyue left, her thoughts of playing Guzheng lightly were gone. She walked out of the attic and wandered aimlessly in the blood hand hall. Then she saw the busy Xie Lao who was holding a small **** and squatting in the garden.

"Xie Lao?"

"what's up?"