I wanted to embrace my master and return home

"It turned out that it was given by Elder Cangmo. Seeing that Chen Xianjun received such a precious birthday gift, the student is a bit reluctant to take this one out. I am afraid that Chen Xianjun will look down on it and throw it aside to collect ashes." Yu Shubai teased.

"As long as it is given by you, I will carry it with me every day." Gu Mou smiled, and saw him take out a sandalwood sword box from behind.

When I opened it, I first felt a slightly frightening chill, as if opening an ice cellar that had been covered in dust for many years. I saw a long sword lying inside. The design of the hilt has never been seen before, it looks like a scimitar's anti-slip grip, it is semi-circular in shape, and it is very delicate when you look closely.

"I got this sword by chance. At that time, it had been lying in the icy world for many years. If it hadn't been for chasing an eared beast and strayed into the icy world that day, I'm afraid I would have missed it." Yu Shubai said.

"Ice Realm?"

Gu Mou has heard a little about this place, but has never been there. He also knows that such places often produce spiritual weapons and the like, but the long sword in front of him is definitely not an ordinary spiritual thing.

"Well, I have never seen this kind of sword before, so I brought it back and kept it in the Qiankun bag. I heard that Chen Xianjun had never worn a sword, so I wanted to give it to you. The scabbard was ready, and I waited until today Take it out." Yu Shubai's eyes were watery, and for the first time he showed a look of asking for credit, which made Gu Mou's heart soften, and he immediately thought of Ye Xunliang.

"It's just that this sword has a spirit, so it doesn't look easy to tame."

Gu Mou picked up the long sword, felt the ice on the hilt, and ran through the blood along the palm of his hand, full of hostility, as if his wrist would be frozen off.

"Of course, this sword will attack those who approach him, so if you want to tame him, you must make a pact with him." Yu Shubai said.

Gu Mou nodded. It is true that many swords need to form a contract before they can be used by others, but he has always resisted such things as forming a contract and signing a contract, so he has never formed a contract with a sword spirit.

But this was given by Yushu for free, so it is different from those vulgar things. Thinking about it this way, I cut a drop of blood on the sword according to the steps of making a contract, opened the sword for him, and then told him not to let the spirit sword touch it for seven days. Only other blood can form a successful bond.

In the early morning of the next day, there was no one in the dormitory, but the candle on the table had lasted to the third candle, and I didn't notice it until dawn.

Yu Shubai slept until dawn, got up and practiced the sword for a while, then someone came up to him: "Young Master Yu, the Lord invites you to come over."

"So early?" Yu Shubai was puzzled, put away his sword and went to Shuisi, walked to the dormitory and glanced at the collapse, and found that the mattress brocade quilt was the same as when he left yesterday, and even the pillow on the pillow was blown by the wind. The Luohua that entered didn't even move.

Looking at the table again, Gu Mou was sitting upright, on the table was the sword box he gave him last night, a red candle was still on, the wax had already overflowed, and he hadn't slept all night.

Seeing this, Yu Shubai's heart skipped a beat, his hands and feet felt cold, until Gu Mou called him, and then he let out a dazed "Hey".

"I thought about it for a long time last night, and I want to give you a gift." Gu Mou had blue circles under his eyes, and a smile curled around his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What?" Yu Shubai's nails that were pinched into the palm of his hand loosened instantly.

Gu Mou didn't notice his strangeness, he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, and then took out a wine bottle from his sleeve. It is very beautiful, but it is not considered a fetish. You can buy it in private luxury jewelry shops, but Gu Mou used it to return a high-grade spiritual weapon.

It was indeed not a rare thing, but Yu Shubai took it in a daze, turned it over carefully, and gently stroked the gap in the mouth of the cup. The gap was obviously dropped out, and it cut his hand a bit.

"Chen Xianjun is so stingy, he took away the student's spirit sword, but returned it to me with a broken wine bottle." Yu Shubai suddenly smiled, there seemed to be steam in his eyes, although there was ridicule in his words, there was no malice.

Hearing this, Gu Mou didn't give an explanation, his eyes were shining, and he just smiled and looked at him.

"However, it's very beautiful." Yu Shubai raised his head and said, carefully took out the handkerchief, wrapped it up and put it in his sleeve: "I accept it."

The sword is on the side of the waist, which is to be used frequently. Gu Mou originally thought that this sword looked strange, and he must not be used to it. Unexpectedly, after the completion of the bond, Gu Mou experienced unprecedented smoothness. It is really the best, it is cold against the enemy, but it is more than gentle against the master. Every time I hold the hilt of the sword, I have the illusion of being bathed in the moonlight.

It was the first time for Chen Xianjun to hold a spiritual sword other than the white sword. It was not only a novelty, not only the disciples of Tianfu Mountain noticed, but also the princes of the aristocratic family who went down the mountain to eliminate demons would always ask about it. Gu Mou has not given this sword yet. When he named him, he always laughed and said nothing, and when everyone saw that he didn't want to say anything, they didn't ask any more questions.

"Gu Mou, the seal of Zhenyao Pagoda is strengthened every ten years, count by the way, don't forget." One evening, Elder Cang Mo suddenly reminded.

"Well, I see." Gu Mou calculated that it had indeed been ten years, so he went to Houshan Town Demon Tower, counted the suppressed "things" inside, confirmed that the number was correct, and then added another layer of seal .

"—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Once the seal was sealed, there was a horrible scream from inside, Gu Mou sighed softly, turned around and went down the mountain.

A few days later, Zhang Sichen came to report, and Sitian Pavilion sent invitations to each family. The content was roughly that the transformation of demons became more and more rampant and harmed the world. The technique is incompatible.

"It's this kind of formalism again." After reading it, Gu Mou threw it aside, and suddenly noticed something, and took a closer look: "Izumo Mountain?"

"Yes, I'm also wondering why Mount Izumo was chosen as the place." Zhang Sichen said.

"Qi Shi is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from Izumo, and there is obviously a closer place, why did he suddenly go there to hold the swearing-in meeting?"

"I don't know, it's possible..." Zhang Sichen thought about it, with some hesitation.

"My lord knows that Izumo Mountain was the birthplace of the mother clan of the wolf demon back then. It must have been chosen to be Izumo Mountain Villa in order to highlight the determination to be incompatible with evil spirits and heretics." Zhang Sichen thought about it.

This reason is a bit forced, evil spirits and heretics are one thing, and monster races are another, but Si Tiange has always been arbitrary in doing things, and he has no intention of participating in such a leisurely swearing-in meeting.

"No, go if you are interested."

"Yes, my lord." Zhang Sichen nodded, turned around and was about to leave, when a golden light suddenly flashed across his eyes, Gu Mou called him: "Wait."

Zhang Sichen's jade hairpin was wrapped with a gold thread, with some perforations, but he had never seen him wearing gold ornaments before, Gu Mou took a closer look, and suddenly remembered that this hairpin was given to Zhang Sichen by him before.

At that time, it was talking about a birthday gift, but in fact it was just a random gift from his own box, but he never thought about it, Zhang Sichen himself was never willing to wear gold jewelry, so he left this hairpin to his younger brother.

It's just a gold thread wrapped around it. Gu Mou himself has several pure gold hairpins, but he was afraid of showing off too much, so he picked a hairpin that "he should be able to accept this unassuming" hairpin for Zhang Sichen. I can't bear to wear it.

"Seven days later...it seems to be your birthday, right?" Gu Mou thought in a daze.

Noticing his gaze, Zhang Sichen calmly raised his hand to caress the hairpin, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Si Run has never participated in such a big swearing-in meeting, I will take him to have a look."

Hearing these words, no one would be pleased, but Zhang Sichen's eyes did not complain at all, instead there was a faint yearning, as if his younger brother's soul was hidden in the hairpin, always accompanying him.

Gu Mou knew that Zhang Sichen had always hoped that his younger brother could go out, participate in more fairs, and make friends with aristocratic families.

Gu Mou closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Birthdays still have to be celebrated, if you must attend the swearing-in meeting, I will go with you."

"My lord never likes to get involved in these things." Zhang Sichen shook his head with a faint smile, unwilling to force him.

"It's okay, after the meeting is over, we can drink together if we have time, it's my birthday party for you." Seeing him like this, Gu Mou felt even more uncomfortable, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

"My lord, I'm bothering you." Zhang Sichen was neither sad nor happy, smiled lightly, and thanked him politely.

Two days before the swearing-in meeting, I replied to Si Tiange, and all the families were quite surprised when they heard the news that Chen Xianjun was coming. For two whole days, there was a lot of chatting after tea, all about some old things about Chen Xianjun.

This is where Gu Mou's magic power lies, not to mention that he hasn't attended any fairy conferences for at least ten years, but his sense of presence is not low at all. Whenever people mention him, they always praise him with irony, and irony with with admiration.

Some fairy families have already regarded Chen Xianjun as a sage. To use an inappropriate analogy, it is like a big horn in a theater. It is rare to see it on weekdays. Occasionally, it will cause turbulent waves. The audience simply loves and hates this horn. , love him for his extraordinary appearance, which is rare in the world, but also hate him for going his own way and seeing no one in his eyes, being so high above that no one can touch him.

The Three Realms have such a view of Gu Mou. He became famous at a young age, but he is not like other people. He either drives high and low, or rises steadily. When the catastrophe happened, he would make a move without saying a word, and then disappear without a word.

In fact, Gu Mou has dealt with innumerable major matters over the years. The most dangerous time he dealt with an ancient beast with Zhang Sichen was that half of his arm was almost torn off. Seeing it made me feel distressed, and I often asked him to take a dip in Lengquanfeng to repair the scar.

On the day of the swearing-in meeting, Gu Mou finally appeared for the first time. He brought Zhang Sichen, Yu Shubai, and a few senior disciples, and stood quietly in front of the villa. The surrounding immortals automatically made way for them. Approach without authorization.

Fortunately, it is early autumn, and the villa is built on the mountainside of Izumo Mountain, so the weather is cool, otherwise Gu Mou suspects that he is going to be short of breath, and he always has a feeling of being treated like a monkey.

The fairy family has three floors inside and three floors outside, with the Tianfu Pavilion as the center, the older ones pretend to look casually, while the younger ones look curiously, looking openly, as if they want to see a flower from his face .

"Daddy, Daddy, is that person in black Chen Xianjun?" The crowd was noisy, and the voices of children were immature.

"Ouch, don't point fingers, be polite!"

"Did you see it? The sword in Chen Xianjun's hand just beheaded a 300-year-old demon a few days ago. It killed him with one blow. It's too powerful..."

"I don't know what's going on in Sitian Pavilion. Isn't it all the time to eradicate demons? It's fine to have a swearing-in meeting. I still have to choose Izumo Mountain. I'm exhausted from the long journey these days!"

"Then why did you come here? Didn't you rush to take a look when you heard that Chen Xianjun was here?"

"You still dare to say that I'm not because of you..."

"Thank you, everyone. The room has been arranged for you. Please take a bath and eat in the small house first, rest for a while, replenish your strength, and then hold the swearing-in meeting later." Two people walked out of Zhuang Nei. , among them was the Yuyan Creek which had not been seen for many years.

Today's Yu Yanxi is already the head of the family, and should be in charge of these matters, and the person next to him, whom Gu Mou is very familiar with, is the abdicated Yu Bowen, known as Yu Lao.

The impression of Yu Bowen has been there since I was very young. I only know that Master doesn't like this person very much, and Uncle Yu is always targeting Master, often saying some sharp words.

Even Gu Mo himself hated Yu Bowen, even if he was an elder.

Do the math, Yu Bowen is now about the same age as Elder Cangmo, but he looks older, and his back is a bit rickety. This is a matter of natural aptitude. A large part of the reason is due to family background. It is rare for a person surnamed Yu to have a particularly talented person. On the contrary, everyone is very smart. They are good at making money and gaining reputation, attracting many extraordinary guest appearances, and making the family bigger and bigger. .

Yu Bowen also saw him, and smiled at him with such kind eyes that Gu Mou almost turned around and left on the spot.

This smile seemed to be sewn on the old man's face. Gu Mou knew that these aristocratic families had always had a false face, so although it was inconvenient to comment, he couldn't stand it.