After becoming the paranoid sword spirit

This time it was Jiang Yan who was shocked.

Isn't this sword spirit too immoral?

The speed is too fast!

It is recorded in ancient books that the sword spirit is hard to let go of its master, is this called hard to let go?

The ancestor of the Jiang family is the most mysterious person in the Jiang family, and Jiang Yansheng has never met him a few times. If someone wants the sword spirit to change hands, he will ask the ancestor for help.

He is the eldest son of the Jiang family, so if he asks for mercy, the ancestor will naturally help him.

Jiang Yansheng picked up the Qingshuang Sword, and Gu Qingyun followed him. When everyone in the Jiang family saw Gu Qingyun's face, they all took a deep breath.

This kind of admiration reached its peak after Jiang Yansheng said that Gu Qingyun would become his sword spirit. Under the eyes of pure admiration, it became extremely complicated now, with envy and jealousy.

The ancestor's courtyard is the feng shui eye of the entire Jiang Mansion, with excellent aura and lush spiritual grass in the courtyard.

Standing outside the courtyard was a servant with a sickly face, as if he was about to die, bowed and saluted, and said: "Young master, the ancestor asked you to stay here first, and the ancestor wants to see the quality of this sword first. The sword spirit of the eldest son of the Jiang family in Zhouzhou is not just any sword that can be used."

If his tone were harsher, it would be in line with the vicious villains in the picture book.

Jiang Yansheng can understand these words. What Jiang needs is a fairy sword that can kill the enemy with his master's blood. One person is equipped with one sword, and one sword is from one person. If you want to untie it, it will not be an easy matter.

But he believes that ideals are one thing and reality is another.

Jiang shi has only two fairy swords up to now, as long as he can have one fairy sword, he should be satisfied, so why choose?

It was the first time for Gu Qingyun to be looked down upon by someone, so he was not angry, but a little novelty.

Through the winding corridor, Gu Qingyun followed the attendant to a remote hut.

It was clearly noon outside, and there was candlelight inside, but it was still dark inside.

Two rows of bright green candles were burning, like dark green eyes staring at people. Through the curtain, Gu Qingyun vaguely saw a kind Maitreya Buddha statue standing in the middle of the hut, with the corners of his lips exaggerated smile.

"Are you the sword spirit that Yansheng brought back?"

An old voice came from behind the curtain.

Just listening to the voice, I feel that this person is so angry, as if he is going to go west in the next second, but since he is the ancestor of the Jiang family, it is naturally impossible to die so easily. When it comes to the frame, it will be alive and well.

Gu Qingyun did not answer his question.

An old voice sounded from the curtain: "As a man, he looks beautiful. I haven't seen this kind of beauty for many years, but it's a pity..."

Jiang Patriarch didn't know what was wrong, he coughed violently, and there was a small rustling sound from the side, presumably someone was serving tea and water.

Gu Qingyun frowned slightly, the smell of incense in this room was too strong, so strong that it was even a little choking and disgusting.

But he saw that the servant's face was normal, so he endured it, and planned to leave after listening to the old man.

Jiang Patriarch took a breath, and then said in that half-dead tone: "As a sword spirit, you have failed too much. You have a skin and no inner heart. I am really disappointed that Yansheng chose you."

Gu Qingyun stared straight at the Maitreya Buddha, but said nothing.

This attitude made the attendant on the side feel dissatisfied, and said mockingly: "Why don't you say anything? Could it be that you are too ashamed to speak?"

As soon as the words fell, the miserable green candlelight on the edge of the room began to flicker from side to side, the curtains also began to tremble slightly, and the strong incense at the tip of Gu Qingyun's nose burned even more intensely.

Gu Qingyun's expression was calm, and he drew out the sword he had been holding in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the person in the curtain, and sighed, "Who are you?"

Maybe this action angered the other party, and the attendant's pale face turned ferocious: "How dare you point your sword at Patriarch?"

The doors and windows were tightly closed, but Gu Qingyun could feel the traces of the wind in the house.

The miserable green candlelight was blown out and the jade stones on the curtain were shaking and colliding violently. It stands to reason that this should be a clear and pleasant sound, but in the current air, it added a gloomy and weird atmosphere.

Gu Qingyun ignored the guard's roar, and cut directly and roughly towards the curtain with the blade of the sword.

The curtain snapped at the middle, and the jade crackled and shattered to the ground.

There was no one behind the curtain, the attendant looked furious, pulled out the sword at his side and roared to kill Gu Qingyun.

His roar was loud and ferocious, but when his sword was cut off by Gu Qingyun, the roar seemed to be choked, and suddenly stopped.

Gu Qingyun pointed the tip of his sword at his chest, and said solemnly: "Who are you?"

The attendant's already white lips became even whiter, with panic flashing on his face, he shook his head, moved his body back and said: "I don't know, I don't know anything!"

"I really don't know anything, please don't kill me!"

A gust of cool wind hit, and the warm liquid splashed onto Gu Qingyun's face.

The guard bumped into his sword actively, blood splashed all over the ground, and when he died, there was still unbelievable horror on his face.

The house was empty.

Just now, the weak voice of the ancestor of the Jiang family and the rustling of the servants serving tea and water seemed to be Gu Qingyun's illusion.

The green candlelight was still burning, surrounding the edge of the room, emitting faintly invisible light.

The doors and windows are gone, they were still there before the attendant died, but they have disappeared now, leaving no trace of their existence.

"Come out, I have seen you."

Nothing happened.

Gu Qingyun clenched the sword in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't come out, I will strike."

Still motionless.

Gu Qingyun quickly rushed towards the smiling, kind and exaggerated Buddha statue, picked up the sword in his hand, and stabbed down hard.

Why don't you believe what he said?

Just such a big goal is standing here, and the family of cultivators still has a statue of Buddha, who will be chopped off if you don't?

With such a slash, the Buddha statue, which had always had a weird smile on its face, smiled more kindly.

The Buddha statue finally moved, the golden body clasped its hands together, and its face showed compassion for all things in the world: "You not only killed my servant, you even blasphemed/blasphemed the Buddha, I want to throw you into the animal realm forever and ever, don't you see?" every day."

"But if you choose to repent, I will forgive your sins and use you as my servant to offset the crimes you committed."

Then your servant died quite unjustly. The master he was loyal to forgave the murderer who "killed" him so easily...

"Since you are merciful, why don't you take my place in the animal way?" Gu Qingyun said, but his hands kept moving: "In this way, I don't have to be your servant, and you have realized your own value. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?" ?”

The golden statue seems to really want to carry out the heart of compassion, and has been keeping the gesture of clasping hands in place.

However, Gu Qingyun suspected that the other party might not be able to move now, otherwise how could he bear his attack so obediently.

I don't know what the golden body was made of. After being cut by Qingshuang, only a faint scratch was left. Gu Qingyun didn't bother, and directly stabbed at the eyes of the Buddha statue with his sword.

This time it didn't go so smoothly. The Buddha statue stretched out his hand, clasped his palms together, and held Qingshuang that stabbed his eyes in his palm. His sword was firmly stuck by those two golden hands, and he couldn't pull it out or stab it go in.

The corners of the Buddha's lips were grinning, with an exaggerated and compassionate smile, and his voice seemed to come from all directions: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately—"

Gu Qingyun frowned slightly, turned the sword backhand, a blue light flashed, and ten fingers fell from the air.

"I'm sorry, it turned out that I didn't hold the sword correctly, no wonder it's not easy to use." Gu Qingyun looked at the Buddha statue with a trace of panic in his eyes, and a nasty smile on his lips, and said: "Don't be afraid, I just found out Your weakness."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly felt that his whole body became extremely heavy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he fell powerlessly towards the ground.

what happened?

He vaguely saw that the attendant who was originally dead came to him with a pale face, and the corners of the Buddha statue's lips were parted, smiling brilliantly.

When he woke up, he found himself in a cage, and his neck was locked by an iron chain with runes written on it. When he pulled the iron chain, he found that he couldn't use the aura around him.

The dark room was dark and small, with the miserable green candles quietly burning on both sides, the lights were small, as if they were about to go out.

Sitting in front of him was a sword spirit with long silver hair, and that hair was extremely obvious and beautiful against the faint green candlelight in this dark dark room.

Reiki is the soul of a sword spirit that lives in the world. If there is no aura, it means that the sword spirit is dying, and the aura of the silver-haired sword spirit is only a few shallow wisps, which seems to be fading away.

After comparing them, Gu Qingyun realized that the iron chain around his neck was heavier than the other's, so he didn't say a word.

"How long have you been here?"

No one answered, in other words, the silver-haired sword spirit in front of him no longer had the energy to answer Gu Qingyun's question.

Gu Qingyun pulled the iron chain, took out a dagger from his sleeve, and began to cut slowly while humming an unknown song.

"...I've tried it, but it doesn't work, so give it up."

After this voice suddenly came from the air, Gu Qingyun paused for a moment with his fingers cutting the iron chain: "So you are still awake."

The man was in front of him, and Gu Qingyun could only see his back, with long silver hair dragging the floor, and his aura was so weak that it was about to dissipate. Hearing Gu Qingyun's question, he still laughed out loud: "I'm not dead yet, just Just tired."

Gu Qingyun thought that this person must have stayed here for a long time, and he should be a little more familiar with the surrounding environment than himself. When he cut the iron chain with a dagger, he asked: "When you came to this place, did you see a Over a servant?"

"Is that attendant's face sick, and his skin extremely pale?" The man knew what question Gu Qingyun wanted to ask as soon as he heard it, and there was still a smile in his voice, but the smile was a little weak and bitter.

"You look up."

Gu Qingyun raised his head, and after seeing the things hanging on the roof beams, he lowered his head silently.

"Pfft, are you satisfied with what you saw?" The man was very satisfied with Gu Qingyun's reaction, while smiling weakly, he gasped when he was tired from laughing: "How did you get in?"

Gu Qingyun replied blankly: "After killing the things on the roof beams, they were sent in by our compassionate Buddha."

On the ceiling, there are attendants at the door.

Yes, kind.

Like a plant, the hair is like roots hovering on the beams, and the attendants are hanging on it one by one. The key point is that they all look exactly the same, with the pale face and the appearance of being sick and about to die.

Just seeing one is called horror.

If you saw the pile above, it would be creepy.

Although the silver-haired man didn't see Gu Qingyun's stiff face, he could still guess the excitement on the other's face, and explained: "That thing is called a ghost, and for us sword spirits, their blood is equivalent to a drug For mortals, we can't touch it."

No wonder he was so weak in the end.

Looking at the lump on top of his head, Gu Qingyun's scalp was numb and he said, "When were you locked in?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, the man was silent for a moment, and sighed: "... I don't remember."

His voice was full of sadness and confusion: "I can't feel the passage of time. Every day when I open my eyes, there is darkness. When I close my eyes, it is still darkness. You can't see the stars, the moon, and the sun. You are me. After entering this darkroom, I was the first to touch something that could speak."

He stopped pulling the iron chain, he wanted to comfort the silver-haired man, but he didn't know where to start.

In such a short time, Gu Qingyun discovered that a lot of his spiritual power had been sucked away by the chain, but where was this spiritual energy going to be transported?He guessed that either he had gone to raise the group of "evil ghosts" above his head, or he had gone to feed the fake Buddha.

There was silence in the air for a while, and the silver-haired man said: "...Actually, I have a way out."

Gu Qingyun, who had been wanting to go out, continued to cut the iron chain as if he didn't hear it.

The man did not change Gu Qingyun's reaction after hearing this sentence, and continued: "It's just that I have consumed too much spiritual energy, and I am not capable enough by myself."

Gu Qingyun was still cutting the iron chain.

The silver-haired man: "..."

After clearing his throat, he continued, "Did you see that green candlelight?"

Gu Qingyun paused for a while, glanced around, and said, "I see."

After receiving Gu Qingyun's response, he seemed relieved, and continued: "The green candlelight is composed of countless dead sword spirits. The auras of sword spirits often communicate with each other. Try to see if you can use their aura."

Gu Qingyun let go of the dagger he had been holding tightly, closed his eyes, and sensed it with spiritual energy, only then did he realize that the candlelight was the leg bones of dead sword spirits, burning subtly in the dark.

Before death, people absorb spiritual energy, and after death, they will be made into candles and burned up.

How sad.

He tried with his spiritual power, and found that he could merge with the spiritual power of those sword spirits: "So?"

Next to my ear was the calm voice of the silver-haired man: "No matter what spiritual weapon it is, it has its upper limit. As long as your spiritual energy exceeds the upper limit, it means that you can go out."

After Gu Qingyun discovered that the spiritual energy could indeed be integrated with himself, he began to absorb it slowly.

He tried it just now, but he didn't know what material the iron chain was made of, and it couldn't be opened with this dagger anyway, and what the silver-haired man said seemed reasonable, but Gu Qingyun still maintained a little vigilance.

After all, they are not familiar with each other, the air has fallen into silence, maybe they are about to go out, the silver-haired man heaved a sigh of relief, and said with his head sideways: "This time, thank you very much..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Gu Qingyun ignored the other party's sudden silence.

Close your eyes, luck.

His lower abdomen was faintly hot, and the tip of his nose was covered with cold sweat. He finally opened his eyes after the iron locks around his ears began to make a slight click. .

"What’s wrong with you?"

The other party said nothing, but the silver pupils were slightly red.

"You are Gu Qingyun?"

"So what?" Could it be that his reputation has already spread here?

"Is the sword in your hand Qingshuang?" the silver-haired man asked urgently.

"Naturally!" Gu Qingyun was categorical, and finally met someone who knew the goods. Unlike the previous ones, the famous Qingshuang, no one realized how awesome it was.

It seemed that he still had a lot of questions to ask. Gu Qingyun's iron chain finally broke, fine dust began to appear on the top of his head, and stones fell to the ground. The falling stones became bigger and bigger, and a white halo flashed in front of his eyes.

That is the exit.

"This place is about to collapse, let's go!"

Gu Qingyun wanted to open the iron chain on the man's body, but found that the silver-haired man stood up, and the iron chain that should have been locked tightly fell off.

"you……"

Facing Gu Qingyun's shocked eyes, the man smiled and said, "Go quickly."

A large area of ​​red formation symbols lit up on the ground, which only appeared after the door was opened. Originally, they were printed on the man's face circle after circle, but now they are transferring to Gu Qingyun's body.

The vibration in the darkroom was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to collapse.

"I was originally a sword spirit, but because I wanted to survive and absorb the aura here, I became the eye of the darkroom, and the ones painted on the ground are stand-in talismans."

Zhenyan couldn't leave the dark room, and the substitute talisman transferred his identity as Zhenyan to Gu Qingyun.

He had planned for many years, and he couldn't remember exactly how many years. The one who wanted to go out was never Gu Qingyun, but him.

But now he said with a smile: "Gu Qingyun, my name is Yuanqing, I only have one wish, and that is, remember me!"

The ground shook, and a long and deep gap opened. When the red circle on the man's face became thinner, he pushed Gu Qingyun out.

The stone fell and hit him, and the silver hair was stained with other colors by the flying dust.

remember him?

The masterless sword spirit will indeed pay high respect to the more famous sword master. Could it be that this person knows his master, so he also pays such high respect to him?

So is that what he is called, fighting with the sword?

There was a loud "rumbling" sound when the stone fell to the ground, and the dark room collapsed rapidly until the silver figure was completely buried.

There was a din of swords clashing and people screaming, what happened?

turn around.

The Jiang family's corpses were scattered all over the ground. Jiang Yansheng's face was trampled on the ground by a foot. The owner of that foot was wrapped in a black robe, not even a hair was exposed.

After discovering Gu Qingyun, the man in black's eyes flashed with astonishment, but he stepped on Jiang Yan's face and turned around a few times, and said leisurely, "You know him?"

Gu Qingyun looked at Jiang Yansheng's pitiful face, which was half swollen, and made a quick and resolute choice—shaking his head.

A joke, at such a critical moment, he is naturally selective - face blind.