Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Because Shen Wanglan was a ghost fetus, she later turned into a human body by chance, and she grew up until she reached the core of cultivation.

When he was 30 years old, his body still looked like a 16-year-old boy, but he was tender.

To celebrate his alchemy, Shen Gurong took him to Jiange to buy a sword.

Shen Wanglan's appearance is very similar to Shen Fuji's, and she looks gentle and jade-like, but she is actually a gag, and almost everyone who is not familiar with him is deceived by him.

When the two arrived at Jiange, the owner of the pavilion greeted them happily.

Shen Gurong nodded lightly, folded his wide sleeves, and led Shen Wanglan to Jianzhong in a familiar way.

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As soon as the Pavilion Master saw that Shen Shengjun brought Xiao Shengjun over to choose the sword, he knew it was a big list, threw down the wheelchair and walked like flying, and introduced the sword to Shen Wanglan who had just come back to the Sword Tomb.

"Little Shengjun is a ghost, it is best not to choose the fierce sword, otherwise it will be difficult to tame."

The young man from Zhilan Yushu raised his eyebrows slightly, full of vigor and elegance: "I want to choose the fierce sword."

The pavilion master was taken aback for a moment, and then he persuaded: "Little Shengjun, you really can't control this fierce sword..."

Shen Gurong glanced at him.

The pavilion master immediately changed his words and said: "But according to the talent of the little sage, there is no sword that can't be controlled. You can choose the fierce sword that ranks lower. This will..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Wanglan raised her hand and said arrogantly, "I want Lin Xiachun."

Pavilion Master: "..."

Even Shen Gurong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure?"

Decades ago, Shen Gurong had resolved the bond with Lin Xiachun, and Lin Xiachun lived comfortably in the sword mound alone, very comfortable.

Because Lin Xiachun was the sword that Shen Gurong once used, and with the prestige of a sage, no one dared to form a bond with him again, resulting in Lin Xiachun living a comfortable life without being disturbed for a long time.

But his good days came to an abrupt end today.

Lin Xiachun didn't know how long she had been asleep, but was forcibly awakened by someone.

He has a good temper, and he doesn't have the mood to get up. He slowly transformed into a human form in the sea of ​​knowledge. When he saw the young man who invaded his sea of ​​swords, he was suddenly taken aback.

Lin Xiachun was in a daze, he didn't recognize anyone, and said in a daze, "Sage?"

Shen Wanglan smiled at him with her eyes bent: "No, I am Little Shengjun."

Lin Xiachun probably didn't expect that someone would call himself Xiao Shengjun so shamelessly, after a moment of stunned, Shen Wanglan leaned over, tugged at his lapel, and said with a smile, "Uncle, I found you."

Lin Xiachun stared at him blankly for a long time before realizing that this child was Shen Wanglan who Shen Gurong asked him to send to Liren Peak.

He said "Oh" and said, "Can I go back to sleep?"

"Impossible." Shen Wanglan smiled, "I want uncle to be my natal sword."

Lin Xiachun tilted his head, and softly refused: "I don't want it."

Shen Wanglan raised her eyebrows, full of vigor, Lin Xiachun's most unbearable spirit: "But I just want you."

Lin Xiachun was so sleepy that he thought it was troublesome to be a sword spirit, but he felt that it was more troublesome to reject such a stubborn brat, so he could only frown and think hard, and he became tired after a while.

"I'm so tired." Lin Xiachun said, "I don't want to think, I don't want to choose, please let me go."

"You just want to be afraid of trouble, don't you?" Shen Wanglan asked.

Lin Xiachun nodded: "Yes."

Shen Wanglan coaxed him softly: "As long as you make my sword, I won't let you do anything. You can sleep as long as you want, okay?"

Lin Xiachun looked at him suspiciously, and wanted to ask "Then what do you want me to do", but before he could speak, he felt troublesome.

"really?"

Shen Wanglan's eyes moved slightly, and she smiled slightly: "Really."

Lin Xiachun didn't bother to ask any more questions, nodded and said, "Okay."

Shen Wanglan narrowed her eyes.

A moment later, Shen Wanglan came out of the sword mound holding Lin Xiachun, and smiled proudly at Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong didn't expect that Lin Xiachun would really recognize the Lord again, and asked in surprise, "How did you convince him?"

Shen Wanglan smiled harmlessly: "I promise him, make my sword, he will sleep as long as he wants, and no one will disturb him."

Shen Gurong: "..."

That was indeed the condition that Lin Xiachun would agree to.

Shen Gurong sighed, and said: "Then you have to treat him well in the future, he is really afraid of trouble."

Shen Wanglan curled her lips into a smile: "Naturally."

He gently groped for Lin Xiachun's sword body, his eyes were full of soft light.

Shen Wanglan stayed in Huitang City for a hundred years, the first time she really went out was holding Lin Xiachun's hand and leaving.

At that time, he saw the beginning of the sun for the first time, saw the prosperity of the world, and saw thousands of red dust flowing through his fingers.

Lin Xiachun took his hand and walked forward expressionlessly.

It was the first time for Shen Wanglan to see the big world, even the mud and sand on the bottom of her feet were extremely novel, he murmured to Lin Xiachun: "Uncle, am I dreaming?"

Lin Xiachun felt that children were troublesome, and such trivial matters had to be asked.

He stopped and raised his hand to hit Shen Wanglan. He probably got lazy halfway through, so the blow didn't hurt.

Lin Xiachun said: "Pain is not a dream."

Shen Wanglan stroked her forehead and looked at Lin Xiachun eagerly.

Lin Xiachun had some headaches, but he couldn't stand the look, so he simply bent down and hugged him, explaining to him in a voice that was too lazy to move his lips.

"It was the beginning of the day."

"That's the drifting sea."

"It's blooming."

That is the bustling world.

The thing that haunted Shen Wanglan most in his life was the first time he went back to Tangcheng. The lazy man endured his sleepiness, hugged him in his arms, and explained the three thousand worlds to him one by one.

His immature hands tugged at the man's belt.

Decades later, he has grown into an adult, holding Lin Xiachun's sword hilt tightly, enveloping it in his warm palm.

I found you.

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