The male protagonist of White Lotus wants to talk to me about life even if he is blackened [Rebirth]

Owner?

Hearing this title, Lu Zizhen thought of the murals he had seen in that room before, and he guessed that the sword spirit had just woken up, and his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, so he regarded himself as the true immortal Canglang.

The ancient sword that was originally hanging above the sword mound was also tightly bound by the golden net at this moment. The sword was full of brilliance, and even if it was damaged, the blade was still extremely sharp. There is also a spirit of good fortune in the world, not to mention that there is a sword spirit who has fallen into the realm and still has the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul. Such a spirit treasure should also belong to the true immortal Canglang.

Lu Zizhen hesitated for a moment, but did not directly reveal his identity, but asked the sword spirit, "What's your name?"

"Master, have you forgotten?"

The sword spirit was a little sad, but then he seemed to think of something, his green eyes gradually became deep and long, and he said: "I still remember that day ten thousand years ago, I was still a spirit sword in the deep sea, That day the sea was calm and cloudless, and I was lying idly on the bottom of the sea, letting the sea wash over my body, spending a day that was no different from the previous ones in my long years..."

... The writing style of this sword spirit is not bad, but it is too long-winded, and I didn't get to the point after talking for a long time.

Lu Zizhen thought about it, and wanted to interrupt a few times, but seeing him fascinated by memories, he let him continue.

The sword spirit continued: "But on that day, I was about to cross the catastrophe, and the sky thunder hit me one after another, and I was about to burst in pain. I haven't looked at the outside world yet, and I haven't met me yet. My master, how can I die? Just when I thought I was about to be wiped out, a giant bird blocked the sky thunder and took me into the master's hand..."

Speaking of this, Sword Spirit looked at Lu Zizhen with burning eyes, his green eyes almost overflowed with admiration and longing.

"The master dragged my body in his hands and said: 'Li He is the whole man, the capacity is the same as the self. Carve and peck the vines, wash the soup Yilan. Your name is Yilan.' From then on, I was named Yilan gone."

Yilan, do you mean water wave?A good name indeed.

Lu Zizhen, who had never named the Golden Sword Pill before, felt the gap between himself and True Immortal Canglang in terms of naming level. He also did not expect that the sword spirit in front of him would have survived the tribulation. If it wasn't for Yilan's sword body If there is a gap and the realm falls, he will not be trapped by the golden silk sword net, but even so, Yilan is enough to hang his own world, and even most of the spirits in the Great Thousand World.

But to be able to block the thunder later, the strength of the Canglang True Immortal should also be extraordinary, so if that is the case, what is he doing to get Yilan back?

Lu Zizhen asked: "Aren't you the natal treasure of Immortal Canglang?"

Yilan lowered her head, and her tone became a little low: "How can a spiritual treasure like Yilan, who has a low cultivation level and barely survived the catastrophe, be the master's natal magic weapon? Yilan is just one of the master's portable magic weapons That's all."

Lu Zizhen was stunned.

What's with this resentful tone of "I'm not his wife, just one of his concubines"?

Before Lu Zizhen could figure it out, Yilan over there had regained his spirits, and he said solemnly to Lu Zizhen, "Yilan's core is always open to the master, please let Yilan form a bond with the master again and recognize the master."

Hearing that both sides are going to form a contract, Lin Ruobai finally couldn't bear it any longer, he hurried forward and said, "Little master, you don't really intend to take this sword spirit away, do you?"

"what happened?"

Lu Zizhen asked indifferently, and Yilan also looked at Lin Ruobai vigilantly. For some reason, Yilan had never seen Lin Ruobai before, but when she saw Lin Ruobai, she had a feeling that came from the bottom of her heart. of fear and loathing.

Lin Ruobai's gaze towards Yilan was definitely not friendly. He returned the Guqin to Lu Zizhen's hands, and explained very seriously: "This kind of sword spirit that can't even control his own mind, my little master accepts it. On the contrary, it will suffer a lot.”

Even if Yilan was a little afraid of Lin Ruobai, when he heard him speak ill of her in front of her master, she still struggled angrily and said, "You brat trapped me? Let me go quickly, and see if I'm not alright. I will teach you a lesson."

Lu Zizhen seemed to be thinking carefully about what Lin Ruobai said, he was silent for a moment, then turned to Lin Ruobai and asked, "You don't want me to take him in?"

Lin Ruobai felt a little strange, why did Lu Zizhen ask so knowingly, but still nodded honestly.

"Since you don't want me to accept him..."

Lu Zizhen stretched out his hand to Lin Ruobai, his white fingertips were almost transparent like a trembling butterfly, looking at the fingers that were getting closer, Lin Ruobai's breathing almost stopped.

But just when Lu Zizhen was about to caress Lin Ruobai's cheek, his fingertips suddenly turned and pinched Yilan's chin, with a malicious smile on his face.

"Then I have to accept him."

"Master, that Yilan will open the core now..."

Yilan said in surprise that she couldn't wait to make a pact with Lu Zizhen and recognize her as the master.

Lu Zizhen deliberately ignored Lin Ruobai who had a wonderful expression, and the smile on his face became more and more smug, but then he restrained his smile and said to Yilan, "But there is one thing I must tell you clearly."

Yilan hurriedly said, "Master, please ask me!"

Lu Zizhen said, "I am not your master."

Yilan's expression of surprise froze on her face, and Lu Zizhen continued:

"I am not the True Immortal Canglang who blocked the thunder disaster for you and helped you transform into a spirit. My name is Lu Zizhen, and I am the descendant who inherits the Taoism of the True Immortal Canglang in this world."

Yilan shook her head in disbelief: "No, Yilan can recognize the master, you are Yilan's master."

"Could it be that because Yilan's sword body is damaged and his realm has fallen, the master doesn't want Yilan anymore?"

Yilan suddenly thought of something, and said desperately and sadly, her green eyes filled with tears, it seemed that if Lu Zizhen said that she didn't want him at this moment, he would die on the spot.

Lu Zizhen knew that this kind of thing would not be able to explain clearly in a short time, not to mention that he had to pass through the ten thousand magic sword formation at this time, and join Mo Yuhua and the others earlier, so he had no choice but to say: "I will take you first." Get out of here, find a way to help you repair the blade, wait for you to calm down, and then decide whether to recognize me as your master."

Yilan experienced the surprise of his master's return and the despair of his master not wanting me. His mood fluctuated like a roller coaster ride. Although he wanted to say something more, he could only nod with tears in his eyes.

Although the master is not willing to form a bond with him now, it is better than the master not wanting him. As long as he can be by the master's side, he will have a chance.

Lu Zizhen turned his head and was about to ask Lin Ruobai to take back the sword net, when the blue bird's spirit flashed in his right ear, and a soft and childish voice sounded beside his ear: "Big brother."

"Mo Li, where are you now?"

As soon as Lu Zizhen heard it was Mo Yuhua's voice, he knew that he was fine now, and sure enough, that immature voice said: "We have passed through the Hundred Refining Formation and arrived at the interior of the Canglang Cave Mansion."

"We also passed the Wanfa Sword Formation."

Lu Zizhen also felt relieved, but the voice over there paused, and when he spoke again, he was already somewhat cold and vigilant: "Us? Who else is there with big brother?"

Lu Zizhen thought for a while, looked at Lin Ruobai who was eagerly looking at him, and said reluctantly, "My apprentice."

There was a hum over there, and the blue bird spirit flashed a few more times, and a cyan light was projected from above, forming a map in front of Lu Zizhen's eyes, with a black dot marked in the middle of the map.

"This is a map of the interior of the cave, big brother can walk over according to this, pass through the Ten Thousand Arts Sword Formation, I will wait for you here."

"Zi Zhen."

The voice paused, a little hesitant and timid, but finally shouted out. After saying this sentence, the blue bird's mood dimmed again.