Hard to be a master

Shen Ziliu inserted Juechen back into the sheath, and his ears immediately became clean.

Seeing him let out a long sigh of relief, Qi Shu could not help but laugh and said: "Jiechen has followed Immortal Yuqing for many years, killed countless demons and evil spirits, and has gone through catastrophes. It will be of great help to your practice when it gets along well."

Shen Ziliu nodded in response, and Qi Shu said again: "Back then, Immortal Yuqing did not recognize the master of Juechen Dripping Blood, and Juechen's sword name was never engraved on the sword. Now that you have inherited it, you can renew it." Name it."

Shen Ziliu raised the sword in front of him, and just pulled it out two inches, the sound of "嘤嘤嘤嘤" instantly filled his ears like a magic sound.

Shen Ziliu endured the loud crying, stared at Juechen expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly said: "Since you love to cry so much, why don't you call '嘤嘤'."

"..."

Everyone in the hall immediately looked at Shen Ziliu with unimaginable eyes, and the latter looked so serious that he didn't look like he was joking at all.

This time Liu Siqing reacted faster than anyone else, staring at Shen Ziliu, said: "How can such a magic weapon be called such a name?!"

Guan Jingxuan also couldn't help but say: "This name is really... a bit difficult to pronounce. Why don't you think about it again, Xiaoliu?"

Shen Ziliu raised his eyebrows: "Okay, listen to Master, then call it '咕向'."

After finishing speaking, Shen Ziliu did not give other people any time to raise objections, and with a thought, the word "嘤定" gradually appeared on the blade of his sword.

Everyone in the hall was speechless at Shen Ziliu's hasty naming method. Even Qi Shu was silent for a moment before saying: "Since Xiaoliu has become the new owner of Juechen, he can naturally name it according to his own ideas. I hope you can name it in the future. Can make good use of this sword, inherit the legacy of Yuqing Immortal Venerable, and live up to Juechen's prestige."

When Shen Ziliu walked out of the Shouhua Palace, the news that he successfully inherited the Juechen Sword had spread throughout Kunlun, and a large number of Kunlun monks gathered outside the palace gate, all of whom came to see the elegance of the Juechen Sword.In front of the divine soldiers, the normally reserved or indifferent monks lowered their postures at this moment and crowded forward one after another to have a closer look.

At first, Shen Ziliu patiently let them watch, but the crowd gathered more and more, and they didn't intend to disperse at all. They even pushed Guan Jingxuan who was standing beside him farther and farther away. Shen Ziliu finally got annoyed. Excessively annoyed, Nianjue recruited Zhiqiu to pull Guan Jingxuan, and left without looking back at Yufeng.

After returning to Qingmengyuan, Shen Ziliu adjusted the spirit stones in the courtyard without saying a word, and directly closed the cave.Guan Jingxuan sat at the stone table in the front yard and watched him busy back and forth with a stinky face, and couldn't help laughing: "Jechen, as the world's number one magic weapon, is also the natal spirit weapon left by Yuqing Immortal. For the Kunlun disciples, it means a lot, and naturally everyone wants to pay their respects, Xiaoliu, don't be angry, be generous."

Shen Ziliu rushed over and sat down, angrily said, "I'm not angry about this! I'm angry that they pushed Master!"

Guan Jingxuan shook Shen Ziliu's hand helplessly when he heard the words, and said, "My teacher is not a little girl who can't be touched, she is so delicate. Speaking of which, my teacher hasn't seen it well yet—— Oh no, it should be called Yinglan now, and I haven't seen what Yinglan looks like, so please show me."

Only then did Shen Ziliu put away his displeasure, and took out the noodle from Qiankun's pouch and handed it to Guan Jingxuan. Guan Jingxuan quickly took it with both hands, looked it over carefully, and handed it back to Shen Ziliu.

Shen Ziliu asked suspiciously, "Master, won't you take it out and have a look?"

Guan Jingxuan said with a smile: "This sword is not something that ordinary people can draw out. Only the owner it recognizes can let the sword out of its sheath."

Shen Ziliu said: "This is easy."

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of the sword and drew it lightly. Suddenly, a bright and dazzling sword light flashed in front of his eyes. Both of them turned their heads and closed their eyes reflexively. When they opened their eyes again, Guan Jingxuan was surprised to find that Shen Ziliu had disappeared out of thin air. , and even Yingyan was gone.

Guan Jingxuan got up abruptly, and was trying to find a way to find him, but saw Shen Ziliu, who had just disappeared for a moment, suddenly reappeared on the stone bench out of thin air.The difference is that before he disappeared, he just pulled out a little bit, but at this time the long sword was completely unsheathed and was being held by Shen Ziliu, and there was a small petal-shaped red mark on his forehead.

Guan Jingxuan was stunned, and said, "Xiaoliu, you just..."

When Shen Ziliu first appeared, his expression was a bit surprised, but when he saw Guan Jingxuan, he settled down and said, "Master Lao has been waiting for Master for a long time. The disciple was just pulled into the sword and saw the sword spirit of this sword." .”

Guan Jingxuan said in surprise: "But Master only saw you disappear for a moment."

Shen Ziliu looked down at the sword in his hand, and said, "Maybe the time in the sword is different from the outside world."

It's not surprising that he has the ability to pull people into the sword. For Guan Jingxuan, Shen Ziliu can come back safely, so he didn't worry too much about this issue. Said: "Then what is the mark on your forehead?"

Shen Ziliu took Yingyan back into the sheath smoothly, and said: "The sword spirit said that this is the contract it made with me. If there is a time when I am unable to do it in the future, only by relying on the contract can it lend its power."

Guan Jingxuan asked suspiciously, "Is there such a saying?"

Shen Ziliu shrugged: "I don't know, anyway, that's what the sword spirit said."

As a monk who has never inherited other people's natal artifacts, Guan Jingxuan has no say in this matter at all, and Yingyan is too special, and the situation of other people's inheritance of natal artifacts is not of much reference value, so Guan Jingxuan had to put it aside for the time being. This question turned to curiosity: "What does the sword spirit look like?"

Shen Ziliu said: "When I entered, I only saw a strong white light. Although I could hear it speak, I didn't see the true face of the sword spirit."

Guan Jingxuan frowned and said: "It shouldn't be... Even the master's dreaming flute spirit can be transformed into a human form, how can the sword spirit of the naughty sword only have a ball of white light?"

Shen Ziliu shrugged and said, "Maybe the disciple's cultivation is not enough?"

Guan Jingxuan thought for a while, and felt that this possibility was not impossible, and said: "If this is the case, we will always see you in the future, so don't worry. What did the sword spirit tell you?"

Shen Zi showed a very delicate expression, and said slowly: "Except for forming the contract and asking when the disciples can ascend, the rest of the time it has been... scolding Immortal Master Yuqing."

Guan Jingxuan thought she had heard it wrong, and couldn't believe it: "Huh?"

Shen Ziliu said: "It's about calling Immortal Yuqing a heartless person, saying that he abandoned his natal spiritual weapon when he ascended, and I'm sorry for it."

Guan Jingxuan was speechless for a long while, before he said bluntly: "So the '嘤嘤' cry you said earlier was from the sword spirit?"

Shen Ziliu nodded and said: "And it keeps asking the disciple how he is doing and when he will ascend, saying that he will go to the fairy world to settle accounts with the Immortal Yuqing."

Guan Jingxuan: "..."

It seems that this peerless magic weapon is a bit different from what they imagined.