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"I?"

Wang Zi calmed down and thought, but there was still no clue about the sword in his memory.

He vaguely felt that Leng Bushian seemed to have lost some of his childhood memories.

These are memories of the period before entering Tianfu Sect.

Leng Bu Mian entered Tianfu Sect at the age of 4, and immediately became a disciple of Leng Xun, who gave him the name...

And then... until now.

Forget it.

Wang Zi sighed in his heart and decided to take it one step at a time. Maybe it wasn’t a memory worth remembering.

"Yes." Leng Xun nodded and continued: "This sword has actually been damaged."

He sighed, his expression tinged with sadness: "It's all my fault for not taking good care of her back then..."

"If it's not damaged, it should be a top-grade sword, the best sword in the world."

Leng Xun's handsome and fair face was filled with emotions that Wang Zi could not understand. When he looked at the wooden box, it seemed as if he was looking at someone through it.

What does... that mean?

"Master."

Wang Zi clasped his fists and said seriously, "I have a doubt."

Leng Xun raised his head, the emotion in his eyes instantly disappeared, and he smiled again: "What's wrong? Is there anything you want to ask?"

The young man in front of him looked around and was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to start talking.

"I..." Wang Zi paused and looked at Leng Xun.

"Why don't I have any memories before the age of 4?"

Leng Xun was stunned, but quickly recovered.

There was a moment of hesitation on his face, and he said softly: "I didn't expect that you would ask after all... earlier than I thought."

"..."Wang Zi turned his head and looked at the spirit sword that was suddenly becoming restless.

Why does it react?

"But Mianmian..." Leng Xun spoke, and Wang Zi turned around and looked at him again.

There was a soft light and pity in his eyes, and he chuckled: "Master, I can't tell you now. It's not the right time yet."

"..." Wang Zi moved his lips and continued to ask: "When will it be considered the time?"

"I don't know."

Leng Xun replied, "Master, I don't know either."

Wang Zi was stunned and frowned slightly.

What exactly is it? Why can't I tell him now? Will knowing this bring trouble to him... or Leng Xun?

After going over the plot in his mind, Wang Zi decided to listen to Leng Xun and take it one step at a time.

He had plenty of time anyway.

"Okay." Wang Zi nodded, "I'll listen to Master."

Seeing that the young man was as sensible as ever, Leng Xun sighed and felt a little sad.

"Yeah." Leng Xun also nodded, "Sorry, Mianmian..."

Seeing that Leng Xun seemed to be under a lot of pressure, Wang Zi smiled lightly, "It's okay, Master, it doesn't matter if you don't know those memories."

Knowing that the boy was comforting him in disguise, Leng Xun felt warm inside.

"You kid..." He smiled and reached out to the wooden box.

Under the traction technique, the wooden box came in front of Wang Zi and was slowly placed on the table.

"open to take a look."

Leng Xun withdrew his hand and observed the boy's expression.

Wang Zi raised his hand and covered the wooden box with his strong, fair hand.

In an instant, the spiritual power emitted by the spiritual sword in the wooden box collided with the spiritual power in Wang Zi's body, and then merged.

Resonated...

Wang Zi's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she decisively opened the lid of the wooden box.

Without any objects blocking it, the red spiritual power of the spirit sword instantly broke out.

However, the spiritual energy that rushed out did not disperse, but surrounded Wang Zi, forming a spiritual force field.

The sound of the phoenix's cry echoed around the courtyard, stimulating the nerves of this body.

Why does it feel so familiar?

It's like an old friend you haven't seen for years, or a treasure you've lost and found again...

Leng Busian...what is his identity?

Wang Zi reached out and picked up the magic sword.

Red spiritual power immediately surrounded his hands and was then absorbed into his body. A small magic circle unfolded on his white forehead. It was the spiritual sword recognizing its master.

Wang Zi held the scabbard in one hand, covered the hilt with the other, and pulled out the sword.

The sound of the phoenix echoed in his ears, and the sword emitted a strong spiritual vibration. The wind it created blew up the leaves around the courtyard, making a rustling sound.

He exerted force and pulled out the sword completely.

In the field of vision, the sword body surrounded by red spiritual power is also engraved with dense and exquisite phoenix patterns.

In addition to the phoenix pattern, flame patterns formed by a mixture of blood red and orange-yellow also spread from the sword head to the sword tail. The bright color combination makes the entire sword body appear a beautiful bright red.

And on the blade near the hilt, there are eight words engraved:

front:

"A Moment of Phoenix Singing"

back:

"Everything is subject to you"