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When Qi Yan heard the sound, he immediately turned his head to look, only to see that there was only a thin curtain of rain behind him, and there was no one in sight.

He stood up suspiciously, turned his head to look at Bai Hao, and said indifferently: "Brother Bai, I offended you."

There was a lot of commotion here, several disciples scattered around had already looked over, and no one dared to speak out for a while.

Bai Hao immediately reached out and grabbed the skirt of his shirt, covering his chest.He felt that it was embarrassing to be like this in front of other classmates, and his face was so ugly.After a while, he forced another smile: "Junior Brother Qi, you've made great progress."

Before he could say anything else, someone spoke up and said, "Hahaha, it's pretty good."

All the disciples followed the voice and saw that it was Liu Changfeng who had returned.

He walked slowly towards this side with his hands behind his back, and his normally serious face stretched slightly at this time, revealing a smile.

Bai Hao immediately took the lead and called out: "Master."

"I've been back for a while. It's just that I haven't led you to practice for a long time, and I don't know your background. I wanted to see you from the side first." Liu Changfeng nodded slightly as a response, and commented on the other few. A disciple, then walked up to Qi Yan, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, "In just a few years, even your elder brother was able to defeat you. It's not in vain that I have always placed high hopes on you."

Bai Hao looked at Liu Changfeng, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

In fact, Qi Yan could not defeat him, and the reason why he was able to hurt him just now was only because he had the advantage in weapons, and it was a bit unexpected.

But obviously, their master seems to be a bit biased, so he came to such an evaluation.

Qi Yan glanced at Bai Hao calmly, sensed the other party's displeasure, and said, "Master, I misunderstood it, it's just that the brother's weapon is not in his hand."

"Junior brother is humble. I knew my sword was good before." Bai Hao's face was pale, and he slowly laughed, "Junior brother wins, he wins. If you meet outside the sect, you are not from the same sect. If the sword breaks, you lose your life."

"Well said, that's exactly what it is." Liu Changfeng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere. Instead, he was very satisfied with their brotherly and respectful appearance, and smiled as he embraced Qi Yan by his side, "I have always I am optimistic about you. Your senior brother is willing to teach you personally, so he must also be optimistic about you, and you must work harder in the future."

Qi Yan replied: "Yes."

Just now, what Bai Hao was holding was not the weapon he was wearing, but a handful of ordinary iron that he picked up casually, but even so, it would be a bit of a big deal to cut it off in one fell swoop.

Liu Changfeng stretched out his hand to pinch Qi Yan's sword again, and lifted it up to take a closer look.After he glanced at it, he noticed that it seemed to be Qi Yan's previous rusted broken iron lump, so he expressed doubts: "That's right. This is your previous one? How did it become like this? It's so bright and beautiful." of."

Qi Yan simply said: "I don't know either. I woke up this morning and suddenly it was like this."

"Okay. I wanted to remove the rust on it before, but it didn't move at all, and now no one cares about it until I get better. But no one can explain things like chance. It would be the best if you can meet " Liu Changfeng didn't want to ask any more questions, but simply nodded, "I asked someone to make a sword box for you earlier, but you probably didn't need it before, so I didn't give it to you. Now it happens that I If you want to go back, why don't you go back with me, I'll give it to you."

Qi Yan thanked him.

Then Liu Changfeng glanced at Bai Hao again, frowned slightly, and shook his head almost imperceptibly: "But you should have been able to dodge, even if the sword was broken, you shouldn't be able to dodge it. If it weren't for you Junior brother reacted quickly and withdrew his strength, I am afraid you will be injured. You are too careless... Remember to change your clothes when you go back."

After he finished speaking, he took Qi Yan and left.

Bai Hao held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the skirt of his clothes in the other, silently watching the two of them go away.

Standing in the rain, he suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, like the blade of a sword that was easily cut off in the middle and fell into the mud.

None of the disciples on the side dared to approach rashly, they just continued what they were doing before Liu Changfeng came over.

After a while, a disciple who usually has a good relationship with Bai Hao came over, wanted to take off his coat and hand it to him, and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, junior." Bai Hao came back to his senses after hearing the words, tilted his head and showed a gentle smile, "No need, I'll just go back to my room and get some new clothes later. Junior should not catch a cold in the rain. "

The disciple felt very comfortable listening to Bai Hao's words like a spring breeze. He also smiled and said "Thank you, brother, for your concern" before continuing to do his own thing.

Qi Yan followed Liu Changfeng all the way back to the door of Liu Changfeng's room.

Liu Changfeng's room was much larger than that of other disciples, and he even used the side room for storage.

But he doesn't like to tidy up the room on weekdays, and he always throws his belongings randomly, so his room is a mess, and it is probably impossible to find the things that were used a few days ago today. .

But he was not ashamed of it, and he naturally greeted Qi Yan to enter the house, and then searched for it by himself.

Qi Yan watched silently from the side, watching his master tossing around in the mess.

Liu Changfeng searched for it for a while, and finally found the sword box that was going to be given to Qi Yan among the pile of sundries.

Holding the sword case, he straightened up, raised his hand and patted the face of the case, then opened the sword case, looked at Qi Yan: "Try to see if it fits."

Qi Yan put the sword in his hand as he said, and Liu Changfeng closed the box gently, with a smile on his serious face: "Very suitable."

Liu Changfeng paused for a moment, then asked again: "Did you name your sword?"

This is a relatively naive tradition of their division. The first thing to do after getting a weapon is to give it a name.

"Yes," Qi Yan thought for a while, a smile appeared on his face as rigid as Liu Changfeng, and finally he only said one word: "Cloud."

"Mountains and rivers?" Liu Changfeng saw Qi Yan nodding, so he didn't ask any more questions, but gathered a trace of spiritual energy on his fingertips, and pointed to write a beautiful word "cloud" on the sword box, and then put the sword The box was passed to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan took the sword box and hugged it in his arms, nodded slightly: "Thank you, Master."

Liu Changfeng said "Yes" and said, "I will have to work harder in the future."

"Yes, Master."

Liu Changfeng sat down in front of his desk and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Qi Yan bid farewell: "Master, that disciple will go back first."

Liu Changfeng nodded, and Qi Yan saluted again and exited the room.

When he came out, he happened to see Bai Hao returning with other disciples.Seeing Qi Yan, Bai Hao smiled slightly: "Junior Brother Qi, it's raining a little bit hard now, and we've almost finished our morning class, so we're leaving. Just in case everyone feels cold after being in the rain for too long." .”

"Yes, senior brother." Qi Yan responded, and Bai Hao stopped being polite, walked past him and entered the courtyard.

When Qi Yan was drenched in the rain and returned to his residence, Cheng Ran was lying on his back, sleeping like a dead pig with his stomach in his arms, and kicked his quilt to the ground.

Qi Yan walked in from the outside in silence, and when he passed by, he helped him pick up the quilt on the ground with a blank expression, and threw it on his face.

Cheng Ran, as a relative of the emperor in a country other than Xianzong, although he was left here to suffer, but his family has some back doors after all, and it can send him a lot of care, and this care is getting better and better. It's heavy.

Qi Yan knew that someone had sent him a lot of resources a few days ago, so although Cheng Ran didn't choose a teacher from the Xianzong, he was more wealthy than some who had a master. Now it is also dispensable.

So on a day with bad weather like today, it was not beyond Qi Yan's expectation that he slept like a pig and couldn't get up.

Qi Yan put the sword box on the box next to his couch, took a dry towel and wiped himself clean, changed into clean clothes from inside to outside, and then prepared to catch up on sleep.

Just as he was sitting on the edge of the couch with his back facing his suitcase, he heard another cough coming from behind him.

Qi Yan's eyes fixed, and he suddenly became vigilant. He immediately turned around tensely, and looked towards the place where the voice came from: "Who?"

There was a moment of silence in the air, and then an old voice asked, "Young student, why are you so rude to Gu?"

Apart from him and Cheng Ran who was still sleeping, there was no one else in the room.And this voice seemed to come from Qi Yan's sword box.

Qi Yan asked hesitantly, "Where is Senior at this time?"

"I don't know, Gu is now stuffed into a dark, broken coffin, and I can't see the outside." The old voice coughed a few more times, and then said indignantly, "Take out Gu, or I will be bored." died."

While he was speaking, Qi Yan had already got off the couch, and quietly moved to the side of the sword box, and heard the voice coming from the box.

He opened the sword case again, took out the sword inside, and asked, "Senior, how are you doing now?"

"It's much better now." The old voice replied, "My son, you rescued Gu from the coffin, and Gu appreciates you very much."

Qi Yan ignored his admiration, but asked again: "Senior, is the sword spirit in this sword?"

"Sword spirit? How bold and rude." The old voice sneered, and it was the same as what Qi Yan heard when he cut off Bai Hao's sword.

Qi Yan remained silent cautiously, waiting for it to continue talking.

"Xiaosheng, you are really ignorant." There was a hint of arrogance in Jian Ling's old voice, "It's impossible to imagine that there are people in this world who don't recognize Gu, ignorant child, ha."

It paused, seeing that Qi Yan hadn't been frightened, and his expression hadn't even changed, so he continued: "The head of the twelve demon kings, Zhanjun Demon King, you've always heard of it? It's Gu!"

After the sword spirit reported his name, he seemed inexplicably proud, and the whole sword trembled.

Then, uncontrollably, he let out a hoarse, ugly but extremely arrogant laugh.

It's just that in Qi Yan's cognition, most of the monsters are guarding some natural and earthly treasures, only opening some intelligent monsters, or occasionally some monsters and ghosts that make troubles in the world of mortals, nothing can be scaled. Can get on the table.

Qi Yan held it with one hand, and listened to its ugly laughter as if it was about to die with a blank face. When it almost finished laughing, he replied: "I have never heard of it."

The sword spirit became quiet all at once.

After a while, he muttered "ignorant child".Then he asked again: "Son, I saw you were terribly weak earlier, what race are you descended from?"

Since Sword Spirit claims to be the Demon King, Qi Yan already has some brain circuits that can keep up with Sword Spirit, so he didn't mention his sect, but replied: "Human race. Where is the senior?"

The sword spirit didn't answer Qi Yan's question, but mocked with disdain: "No wonder you are so weak, a single finger can crush all of you to death. Why did the lonely sword fall into the hands of human beings? What a shame."

Qi Yan heard it express its contempt for the human race again and again, without any fluctuations on his face, but asked again: "Where is the senior? What race is it?"

The sword spirit replied, "Oh, a noble race."

Qi Yan didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Cheng Ran, who was covered by the quilt picked up from the ground by Qi Yan just now, seemed to feel a little suffocated. He pushed the quilt and woke up: "This weather is suffocating me..."

He rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, and then noticed that Qi Yan was sitting on the couch holding a sword in a daze, so he rolled on the couch, turned sideways and looked at Qi Yan with his chin: "What are you doing?" What?"

Qi Yan didn't speak.

As his roommate, Cheng Ran knew that he ran out again last night.Seeing him staring at the shiny sword in a daze, he sneered and raised his finger: "I see, I went to find your elder brother Fang last night for this matter. Now I am thinking about others again. ?”

Seeing Cheng Ran stretching out his finger to point at himself, Jian Ling suddenly shouted excitedly: "You are rude! How dare you point at Gu!"

Cheng Ran was not frightened at all, instead he seemed to have not heard it, and calmly yelled: "Your brother Fang is really powerful, he can do everything."

"Well, brother Fang is very good." Qi Yan immediately agreed when he heard Cheng Ran say that Fang Yun was good, regardless of whether it was a real compliment or not.Then he raised his head, shifted his eyes from his own sword to Cheng Ran, paused, and said, "This is a sword that cuts iron like mud."

Cheng Ran looked at him lazily again: "Oh?"

Qi Yan explained again: "Practice this morning, and broke Senior Brother Bai's sword in one fell swoop."

Ever since Bai Hao intentionally hurt Qi Yan last time, but it was difficult for Qi Yan to let him carry firewood and fetch water, and he was ridiculed for going to work by himself, Cheng Ran didn't have the slightest affection for this person.

When I heard Qi Yan's words, I became more energetic: "Ha, I'm afraid it will make him angry."

Qi Yan crossed the sword, held it forward, raised his chin slightly, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious: Are you interested in taking a look?

He said that, of course Cheng Ran was interested in learning about the sword that cuts iron like mud.

But he was worried that Qi Yan's original intention was to show off in front of him.

I was worried that although he was silent now, when he took it over and looked at it for a while, he said "yes", and he was about to have a general hint and flatter Brother Fang who was about to have a fit.

Cheng Ran hesitated again: "Are you so good?"

Qi Yan hooked the corners of his lips, didn't speak, but raised his chin again.

All right.Qi Yan, who seems to be unable to speak, can always arouse Cheng Ran's curiosity every time he evaluates something subjectively, even if he knows there is a trap, he is still curious.

He threw the quilt aside, stood up and took the sword in Qi Yan's hand.

As soon as Cheng Ran grasped the hilt of the sword, Qi Yan heard the sword spirit explode again, and cursed: "Untouchable, can you take it if you want?!"

Cheng Ran didn't seem to be able to hear it, and he pointed at the sword back and forth to look at it, and gave a conservative evaluation after a while: "The workmanship is good."

The sword spirit continued to scold: "Untouchable, how can you allow you to comment, put the orphan down!"

Qi Yan didn't have any sour actions to compliment his elder brother Fang. Instead, he lay back on the couch with his arms folded, leaving only a view of Cheng Ran's back: "The blade is also very sharp. If you think it's interesting, You can go out and try, don't break the things in the house."

In the past, Qi Yan didn't want to share anything with that brother Fang, whether it was the rattle or the expensive fairy rope, he would never come.

At this time, he didn't say anything, and the other party took the initiative to show it to him, which was the first time.

Cheng Ran shabbyly said to him: "Then I'll go out and have a look, I think the sun must be coming out from the west today."

Qi Yan graciously ignored it, but said again: "Don't rush to return it to me. If it's interesting, you can take it out and play more. Just walk away, don't disturb me to catch up on sleep."

Cheng Ran couldn't hear the sword spirit's yelling, so he answered "OK", put on his shoes and socks and prepared to go out.

Qi Yan waited for a while, then heard the door "squeak" open and close, and with Cheng Ran's footsteps, the sword spirit's yelling became farther and farther away, and finally stopped completely.

Qi Yan pursed his lips, pulled off his quilt in a quiet atmosphere, and covered himself up.

He basically stayed up all night last night, and it happened every now and then, which made him not very energetic.

Qi Yan lay on the couch and fell asleep within a short while.

Holding the sword that Qi Yan lent him, Cheng Ran played around outside, split several bundles of firewood to test the sharpness of the blade, and then returned to the house.

Qi Yan was already asleep, so he put the heavy sword back beside him without making a sound.

However, what Cheng Ran couldn't see was that there was a fine mist condensing on the epee right now, and after a long time, a translucent red mist condensed.

Sword Spirit spat at Cheng Ran: "tui."

How dare you chop firewood with a solitary, untouchable.

After it vomited, it floated lightly to the side of Qi Yan who was already asleep, and turned left and right.

This means that its sword has recognized its new owner, such a small and weak person Xiu.It's so bad.

After spinning around twice, the sword spirit stuck between Qi Yan's eyebrows, and after a while, it flattened out between the eyebrows and disappeared.

Half asleep and half awake, Qi Yan seemed to have returned to last night.

Fang Yun lit a warm-colored oil lamp in the pitch blackness, not far in front of him, and was sitting leaning against the sarcophagus.

After a while, I turned around and saw his smiling brows and eyes, the gentleness seemed to make people melt into his smile, which immediately attracted all of Qi Yan's mind.

He heard Fang Yun call him softly: "Qi Yan? Come here."

Qi Yan watched Fang Yun slowly waving to him, as if there was a place in his heart that was instantly softened by the other party's movements.

He walked over straight, knelt down in front of Fang Yun, and saw that Fang Yun was holding a three-foot long sword in his slender and white hand, holding the hilt in one hand, and slowly stroking the sword with the other. , lightly said: "Young man, have a good eye."

His hands looked more knuckle and slender at this moment.

Qi Yan only felt that his heart was very itchy, so he grabbed Fang Yun's hand without restraint.

Fang Yun raised his head, and there seemed to be some kind of mist in his eyes.He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Brother Fang's hands are so beautiful, I don't know what it would be like to hold his fingers together.

Fang Yun seemed to know what he was thinking, and put down the sword with the other hand, and then gently stroked the back of Qi Yan's hand, and then entangled his hands along his fingers, making a gesture with him. The gesture of clasping fingers.

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, then following his own thoughts, he leaned forward and gently pressed a long kiss on Fang Yun's fair forehead.

However, before he could retract his body, he heard Fang Yun's throat seemed to be stuck by something, and a strange "uh" sound came from his throat.

Qi Yan was startled, paused for a moment, and then felt something wrong with the touch of his lips.

The touch suddenly became extremely rough and dry, as if... suddenly turned into a sackcloth quilt.

Qi Yan looked down, and saw Fang Yun who was still smiling softly just now, his eyes were empty, his limbs were convulsing and twitching, and his mouth was making strange noises like air leaks intermittently.

Fang Yun twitched and shriveled in his arms, and soon turned into a brown mummy.

The fingers that were clasped with him also changed from slender and white to five dry branches visible to the naked eye.

It was as if he was forcefully sucked down by something Qi Yan couldn't see.Even if he hugged him desperately, it was useless.

Ah!

Qi Yan was startled awake at once, and struggled to sit up.

He didn't know how long he slept this time, Cheng Ran who was next to him had already played outside and came back, and he was sitting on his couch reading some book.

The sword spirit was probably tired of shouting, and realized that others couldn't hear his voice, even calling others a pariah was useless, so he became quiet and kept silent.

Seeing Qi Yan startled again, sat up suddenly like a dead body, Cheng Ran impatiently "tsk": "What's the matter?"

Qi Yan realized that it was a dream just now, so he whimpered and fell back covering his face again.

Cheng Ran guessed that he was having another nightmare, seeing that he didn't want to talk about it and looked in quite pain, so he stopped asking.He just said: "Your sword is really good, I just put it in the sword case for you after I came back."

Probably after being called, the old voice of the sword spirit came from the sword box next to it: "Young student, did you dream of something terrible?"

It sounds quite serious this time, and it seems to be different from the previous bluffing.

Qi Yan gave a soft "hmm" as a response to the two of them.

Jianling was a little surprised when he heard Qi Yan's answer.

It just sneaked over to test how compatible Qi Yan was with itself, but unexpectedly, Qi Yan directly obtained part of its abilities in a short period of time.

That is only possible with a very high degree of compatibility.

Heaven never perishes it, unexpectedly by chance, it recognizes such a person as the master of cultivation.

The sword spirit's attitude seemed to change instantly, and he continued: "Xiangsheng, do you know that sometimes dreams are prophetic."

prophetic?The sword spirit's words made Qi Yan, who had just escaped from the nightmare, extremely uncomfortable.

"I'll go outside to get some fresh air." Qi Yan sat up again, and after explaining to Cheng Ran, he reached out for the sword case and hugged it in his arms, then walked out.

The air on a rainy day is cool and refreshing.

After Qi Yan pushed the door and came out, he felt much clearer.

In this kind of weather, the corridor next to their house was usually empty, so Qi Yan went there with his sword box in his arms.

"Young student," Sword Spirit said, "just now that human child took me around here, and took me to chop some bundles of firewood, so that Gu was lucky enough to meet some monks from your clan. In his early years, Gu seemed to have heard that However, your clan is bounded by sects?"

"Exactly." Seeing that he was speaking seriously, Qi Yan replied, "This is Haoyuanzong."

The sword spirit read the three words "Haoyuanzong" softly, and then mocked: "What kind of small sect, I have never heard of it."

Qi Yan listened to what it said with a good temper, but didn't get angry.

"People who can't cultivate are weak and weak. People who cultivate Tao can't get on the stage." Sword Spirit said, "Later, this sword used to be a lonely close-fitting sword, but now it recognizes you as the master. Would you like to share it with me?" Inherited the lonely way?"

Qi Yan followed along and asked, "What is the way that senior refers to?"

The sword spirit replied: "The way of the demon. I am alone, Zhanjun, the king of the Suzaku demon, the leader of the demon clan."

Qi Yan refused without thinking: "This junior has no intention."

Sword Spirit was silent for a moment before speaking again: "...Don't you think about it too much? Do you know who Gu is?"

Qi Yan found a place with a better view in the long corridor and sat down: "Senior just said that."

The sword spirit was deflated at once.

"Do you know that Gu's first and last name, as well as the surname of Gu's family, all carry supreme glory." Sword Spirit began to brag again, "In the past, don't say that Gu asked for anything on his own initiative, even if Gu said something casually. You are flocked to by countless living beings. You, the younger generation, don't know what is good or bad."

Qi Yan: "This junior doesn't know."

The sword spirit took another bite, and the whole sword was broken.

Qi Yan was thinking about Fang Yun in his dream for several times, so he took the initiative to ask: "Senior just said that some dreams are prophetic, what's the explanation?"

"Gu..." Jian Ling responded, but had an idea, trying to scare Qi Yan.It can not only teach this ignorant weakling a lesson, but also reap some benefits.

It suddenly fell silent, and after a while, it made a painful sound as if it was about to suffocate.

Qi Yan was taken aback, and immediately opened the sword box, and saw a large yellow spot suddenly appeared on Cheng Liang's sword body.He immediately asked: "Senior, what are you doing?"

The sword spirit made a strange sound of "uh...uh..." as if it was about to die, and said hoarsely and intermittently: "The younger... the younger... because you have been... keeping the orphan in the coffin... ...There is no spiritual energy in the coffin...so it is impossible to do it alone..."

Qi Yan just woke up from a nightmare, so he was originally absent-minded.

And the sound made by the sword spirit was very similar to the sound made by Brother Fang in his dream when he twitched and turned into a mummy.Coupled with the spots on the sword, Qi Yan panicked subconsciously.

At this time, I heard the sword spirit saying that he was locked in the coffin for too long, so he didn't have time to think too much, and immediately took the sword out of the sword box: "Senior?"

"Too...too late...I'm going to die..." The blade of the sword trembled slightly, as if struggling violently, but it still couldn't contain the ever-expanding yellow spots on it, "Your blood... unless your blood ...you are the master of the sword..."

Hearing this, Qi Yan immediately raised his sword and cut a gash on the back of his hand, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound in an instant.

The sword spirit suddenly became silent, and no longer groaned in pain.

The blood gushing out from the back of Qi Yan's hand followed the blood lines on the sword body, filling the lines little by little.

The sword spirit suddenly laughed wildly full of energy: "Hahahaha, who is going to die? You are the one who is going to die, I lied to you!"

Before the blood streak had gone far, it suddenly came back to life. It seemed that the last sentence did not seem to be fake.

Qi Yan has always been very patient, and his emotions rarely fluctuate greatly, but at this time he suddenly became angry for some reason, and vaguely felt something jumping on his forehead.

He immediately wanted to remove the blade from the back of his hand, but felt an inexplicable suction pulling the back of his hand and the blade.

The sword spirit provocatively said: "Once Gu starts to drink your blood, he must drink until he is full. Are you still trying to tear Gu away?"

Qi Yan couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart.

But he had no choice but to watch his own blood spread along the blood lines little by little, and only when the blood lines were filled up did he successfully tear apart the blood-drenched sword.

Qi Yan didn't care that this was the sword that Fang Yun helped him fix, and suddenly he hated it so much that he raised his hand and threw it into the mud outside the corridor, causing it to fall into the muddy soup .

The sword spirit fell into the mud, before he had time to complain, he saw Qi Yan was about to drop it and left, and shouted again: "Young, young! Don't you want to know what is the prophecy of dreams? Pick it up and wipe it clean, Gu I'll talk to you now!"

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