[Xian San] Red Clothes

Long Yuan walked into the dark corridor, the surroundings were originally pitch black, the moment she stepped in, a faint purple light shone in the corridor, and the walls of the corridor were radiant, very beautiful.

The ever-changing brilliance seemed to describe the past 200 years one by one. Long Yuan looked at the surrounding scenery, recalled the past experience, and her heart became more and more calm.

A white light can be seen faintly in the distance, and there is probably the exit.Long Yuan quickened her pace and walked towards the exit without hesitation.

After she stepped out of the passage, the surroundings suddenly became brighter. Different from the dark world of Demon Sword, here, the light is bright, and all the surrounding scenery and objects are full of vivid colors, exuding vitality.

This is the human world, the human world with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and infinite creatures.After an absence of more than two hundred years, Long Yuan and Solanum nigrum finally returned to the human world with different identities.

The place where Long Yuan came out was the interior of a house.This room is obviously not an ordinary room, just standing here, Long Yuan can feel the bitter chill in the whole room.This cold breath comes from the objects displayed in the room. In front of her and on the left and right sides, there is a table on each side. Various weapons are neatly displayed on the table. The sunlight leaks from the crack in the door behind Long Yuan. Come out, shine on the weapon, and reflect the dazzling light on the blade of the sword glowing with blue light.

In the center of the table in front, a huge purple sword was leaning against the wall. The blade of the sword was shining brightly, exuding a cold and ruthless power.This sword is very familiar to Long Yuan, it is the magic sword that Long Yang and Mu Yao devoted all their efforts to forge, and was hugged and jumped into the sword furnace on the day the city was broken.It's just that, compared to the incomplete form at that time, the current Demon Sword has a more bloodthirsty and evil feeling. The sword body is faintly floating with streamers, as if it were a living object, and it has become more dangerous.

While Long Yuan was looking at the magic sword, Solanum nigrum also saw the magic sword leaning quietly against the wall on the table.For a moment, it was as if time went back in time. Jiang Guo hadn’t broken the city yet, and the magic sword was about to be forged. I waited for my brother to come back with my sister Muyao... Thousands of past events passed by in my heart, and Solanum nigrum seemed to have a feeling, and suddenly blurted out :"elder brother!"

Long Yuan raised her arm, and gently placed her palm on the purple blade of the magic sword.There is an extremely familiar feeling in the palm, she is the sword spirit of the Demon Sword, and it belongs to the same origin as the Demon Sword, so she has an inseparable connection with the Demon Sword.The magic sword was made by my brother, and I am the sword spirit of the magic sword. It seems that with this method, I finally caught the back of my brother going away.

The Sri Lankan is dead.Long Yuan knew this fact clearly, so she never had any expectations.

"Brother... Will brother be here?" Solanum nigrum anxiously asked Long Yuan, expecting to hear an affirmative answer from her.

"Xiaokui," after a long silence, Long Yuan closed her eyes, and finally said, "Remember, my father passed away, my elder sister Muyao passed away, and my elder brother passed away. Those who can return to this world now, It's probably just the two of us."

Therefore, it is necessary to attach their share and live well.

"I know..." Solanum nigrum could not conceal the sadness in her voice. It's not that she didn't know that her brother had died and Jiang Guo had perished, but the familiar magic sword in front of her gave her the illusion that everything was like the past. .

Hearing Solanum nigrum's lost voice, Long Yuan felt uncomfortable, but no matter what, she must at least let Xiaokui realize the reality and not let her live in the beautiful world of her fantasy.

"Xiao Kui, we are the only ones left in Jiang Guo now, so we have to live well."

Solanum nigrum responded sullenly, and after a long time, she said softly, "Sister, thank you, at least you are by my side, because with your company, Xiaokui is not so lonely."

"...Fool, what can I say to thank you?" Long Yuan couldn't help laughing, with a hint of warmth floating in her heart, Xiao Kui said that she was very grateful to be by her side, but to herself, why not? Same, glad Xiaokui is by your side?

Appreciate the scenery together, experience things together, and share feelings together. It is precisely because of each other's company that they feel that this world is no longer lonely and maddening, but has become more colorful.

"After we came out, we traveled around the world while looking for solutions to the magic sword problem; when we were not tired, we looked at the scenery everywhere, and when we were tired, we stopped to practice; when we were in a good mood, we did whatever we wanted, and when we were in a bad mood, we ran out Scary. Xiaokui, what do you think of this plan?" Long Yuan suggested enthusiastically, now that they are ghosts, they don't have to worry about making a living, so they have a lot of time to do things that they haven't done before. Travel to places you've never been before.

"Okay." Solanum nigrum smiled softly, and suddenly felt that even if her brother is no longer in this world, as long as she has Long Yuan's company, she can live a good life.If they are happy, my brother will be happy too.

Fingers moved upward along the blade, reaching out to hold the hilt of the magic sword, Long Yuan picked up the magic sword effortlessly.She is a ghost now, and she has not yet cultivated into a physical body, so she is still just an illusory existence.When in the magic sword, because of the same origin, everyone can touch the objects inside the magic sword; but in the human world, no matter what Long Yuan touches, she can only let her hands pass through it.Only the magic sword is the only thing she can pick up.

The moment Long Yuan picked up the magic sword, the door of the house suddenly opened, and the dazzling sunlight came in from outside the door and fell on Long Yuan.The whole person was suddenly exposed to the sun, Long Yuan was startled, but unexpectedly found that the sun did not harm her at all, not only could she not feel the temperature of the sun, but also could not feel any pain, only the sudden dazzling light, She couldn't help squinting her eyes.

As the sun shines in, a black shadow appears at the door of the house.The figure was against the light, so the face could not be seen clearly, but it could be recognized that it was an old man who was not very tall.

The old man stood at the door, widened his eyes, stared at Long Yuan, and said strangely: "Who are you? Why are you in my collection room?" After looking at Fan Longyuan, he found that she was holding a magic sword in her hand, and he said again , "Oh, I see, you came to steal the sword? Haha, little thief, you can't hold that sword!"

Long Yuan rolled her eyes at the old man, held the sword in her right hand, suddenly raised the sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the old man's throat, and said coldly: "Tell me, who are you? Where is this place?"

Startled by Long Yuan's action, the old man looked down at the purple sword body of the magic sword, and accidentally glanced at the ground out of the corner of his eye, and almost jumped up: "No, you have no shadow, are you not human?!"

"..." Although the words of Noren are correct, Long Yuan still doesn't like to listen to them, and her expression turns cold again.Before she opened her mouth to threaten the old man, the old man said loudly:

"I know! You are the sword spirit of this magic sword, right? I knew that this sword is not ordinary, but I didn't expect that there is even a sword spirit!"

The old man simply ignored the magic sword pointed at his throat, and circled around Long Yuan, looking up and down, and kept muttering, "Sword Spirit, this is the first time I saw Sword Spirit , it's so exciting..."

Long Yuan began to seriously consider whether to kill this long-winded old man, and when her eyes became more and more murderous, the old man finally stopped and said, "You asked me just now, am I Who is right? Let me tell you, I am the famous swordsmith Ou Zhizi, and I can make it for you as long as I offer the starting price of any weapon you want!"

Ou Zhizi?What is this?Long Yuan's face froze for a moment. If she remembers correctly, when Jiang Guo was still there, there was a famous swordsmith in Linguo Yueguo, whose name was Ou Yezi...

The swordsmith who called himself Ou Zhizi was still proudly praising himself, "You must be surprised by my name, right? My swordsmithing skills were passed down from Ou Yezi. He is better and more skilled than him, so my name naturally has more strokes than his, so my name is Ou Zhizi!"

"..." Long Yuan was not interested in arguing with him about more or less strokes. In fact, she was already very impatient with this entangled old man. If it wasn't because he was a swordsmith, Long Yuan would have Yijian sent him to see Hades.

"Your life, how about changing a weapon for me?" Long Yuan said coldly, she had long been fed up with the depressing days of not having a weapon in the magic sword, and it was rare to come out, so naturally she had to find a suitable one arms.As for the magic sword in her hand, she thought to herself that with her own cultivation, she might not be able to fully control it. In order to avoid being backlashed by the magic sword, she decided to find another weapon in her hand.

Just in time, there was a weapon master in front of her who boasted that "as long as the price can be made, any weapon can be made", she naturally had to make good use of it.

Ou Zhizi was stunned when he heard Long Yuan's words, and it took him a long time to realize: "You want to build a weapon? Sword Spirit wants his own weapon?"

"Is there any problem?" Long Yuan asked coldly.

"Weapons for Sword Spirit...haha!" As if a new door had opened, Ou Zhizi laughed out loud, with excitement in his maddened expression, "Interesting! Interesting! I'll take this order!"

Long Yuan didn't bother to care about what he was going crazy, she was a little satisfied when he agreed to forge a weapon for herself, and said, "That's good. If you need anything, just tell me."

"Snow snake tendon, turquoise, flowing color spinel..." Ou Zhizi ignored Long Yuan at all, and was silently counting the materials with his head down, immersing himself in the weapon to be cast.

Long Yuan raised her eyebrows, seeing the old man in front of her so obsessed, maybe she still has some real skills.That's even better, since her goal is to get a suitable weapon anyway.But speaking of it, since the person in front of him is a swordsmith, he might know how to release the soul imprisoned in the magic sword.

"Ou Zhizi, you said that you are a better weapon maker than Ou Yezi from the Yue Kingdom, is that true?" Long Yuan said.

Realizing that Long Yuan was doubting his own abilities, Ou Zhizi instantly recovered from his obsession, and said angrily, "Of course! A casting master who is stronger than me hasn't been born yet!"

"Then, do you know how this magic sword is made?" Long Yuan crossed the magic sword, and showed Ou Zhizi a look at the sword body engraved with complicated and beautiful purple patterns.Ou Zhizi reached out to grab the magic sword, but Long Yuan relaxed his strength a little, but Ou Zhizi couldn't hold the magic sword at all, and the white blade immediately smashed into the floor, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Ouch!" Ou Zhizi snorted. Seeing how easily Long Yuan held it, he thought that the magic sword was finally obedient after having the sword spirit. He didn't expect that the magic sword was still so heavy, which made him unable to hold it firmly for a while. He almost dropped the sword, "This magic sword was forged using the ancient sword casting method. That method has been lost now. Even I don't know how it was forged."

"Tsk." Long Yuan snorted disdainfully. This person boasted that he was the most powerful weapon maker in the world, but it turned out to be like that. way out.

"However, this murderous sword adopts the method of sacrificial sword by living people, and uses the flesh and soul of mortals as the nourishment of the magic sword, which makes this sword possess immeasurable power." Ou Zhizi stroked his beard , exclaimed.

"Oh?" Seeing that Ou Zhizi actually mentioned a key point, Long Yuan couldn't help being a little interested.

"This is quite similar to the method of cultivating demons..." Ou Zhizi tugged at his beard in distress, not quite sure, "Girl Sword Spirit, before you came out, were you inside the Demon Sword?"

"Yes. There are still many souls who were imprisoned by the magic sword and couldn't come out. I was the only one who left there." Long Yuan replied lightly.

Hearing Long Yuan's words, Ou Zhizi's eyes lit up, and he fell into a state of madness again, "Could it be that the magic sword imprisons the soul as a source of power?! Good way! Good way!"

"Do you know how to release the soul inside?" Long Yuan asked suddenly.

"What? Let it out? How can it be done? The power of the magic sword will be weakened a lot!" Ou Zhizi said in surprise. After seeing Long Yuan's expressionless face, he took a step back vigilantly, waved his hand and said, "You want to release the soul?" Come out? I don’t know, I don’t know how! Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you!”

"..." Long Yuan suddenly felt that asking this crazy old man was one of the stupidest things she had ever done. After giving him a sideways glance, Long Yuan was too lazy to say any more, and just said coldly, "Hurry up and make me a weapon, don't worry about it." What are you talking about the magic sword!"

"Let me tell you, cancel the method of releasing the soul as soon as possible, it will destroy this sword!" The old man kept yelling, "I absolutely can't let you do such a thing!"

"Stop talking!" Long Yuan snatched the magic sword and put the blade across Ou Zhizi's neck, her brows were furrowed impatiently, her eyes were cold, "You don't care what I want to do, just let me do it now Forge a sword!"

"Let me tell you, baby, cherish it..."

After hearing Ou Zhizi's constant nagging, Long Yuan wanted to kill him, but she didn't have the weapon yet, so she could only endure it for the time being.When that guy forges the weapon, if she doesn't beat the old man up, she won't be called Long Yuan!