I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

Si Nanxing stood obediently in front of the sword, his eyes sneakingly glanced at the tree trunk behind him a little dishonestly, but Mr. Zhuyou stepped forward, completely blocking his gaze.

Si Nanxing explained: "I didn't want to look at the tree, I just turned around and wanted to talk to you."

Zhu Youjun stared at him: "What?"

Si Nanxing thought of a topic on the fly, and pointed to the sword in front of him: "Have you heard the legend? Foreign, the legend of the sword in the stone, the one who pulls it out can become the chosen king."

This gave him the urge to yell "EX curry stick" when he drew his sword for a while.

Zhu Youjun raised his eyebrows: "When you transcend and become a saint, the whole world will be at your feet. How can a mere emperor be compared with you?"

Si Nanxing: "...cough."

Good guy, he originally thought he was pretty good at the second grade, but he didn't expect that Zhu Youjun was even better than him.

Only then did he turn his attention to this sword, with a black short hilt, a straight blade with sharp edges on both sides, bright as a mirror, and the cold air is pressing.

Si Nanxing originally thought that the ancient iron smelting technology was not up to standard, and even the real famous swords are mostly used for collection now, but this magic weapon with the sword spirit looks extraordinary just by inserting it there.

Si Nanxing stretched out his hand slowly, and was not bounced away by any invisible force, nor was he struck by lightning. The hilt of the sword was cold in his hand, so he tightened his hand and pulled it out forcefully.

Did not pull out.

Si Nanxing froze in embarrassment, Zhu Youjun raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "He refused to be used by you?"

"Ah, it shouldn't be." Sinan Xing murmured, "It seems that it has been inserted in the ground for a long time, and it is not easy to pull out."

Lord Zhuyou: "..."

He took a step forward and put his hand on the back of Sinanxing's hand. It was as if he was hugging Sinanxing from behind. Sinanxing couldn't help straightening his back, and seemed to hear him sighing helplessly in his ear. tone.

Zhu Youjun held his finger hard, the blade of the sword vibrated, and a ray of light suddenly flashed, and a clear and solemn voice sounded: "Who dares to disturb my deep sleep!"

The vertical sword rose from the air, and an illusory figure emerged. He looked like a teenager, but he looked a bit like Si Nanxing.The Hanging Fang Sword fell into the hands of the phantom figure, and each person and the sword became equally solid, the cold light was even worse, and the sword light was overwhelming. Even if he just looked directly at him, Si Nanxing felt that the tip of his nose was swept by the sword energy.

Zhu Youjun took a step forward and stopped in front of him: "It's me, as for him...do you still recognize him?"

Chui Fangjian was stunned for a moment, his eyes passed Zhu Youjun, and he looked at Si Nanxing standing behind him, his expression shocked: "Master! No, it's impossible...he is already dead, I saw it with my own eyes! Who is this man?" , you don't want to lie to me!"

Si Nanxing probed the probe, and said honestly: "I am his reincarnation, and I would like to ask you for a favor."

Si Nanxing originally thought that he should spend some time convincing him, maybe he would have to find some way to prove his identity, but he didn't expect him to nod his head when he heard this: "So that's how it is. Reincarnation, no wonder you and the young master look so similar, but your temperament is not the same..."

He slowly landed on the ground, raised his chin, "How do you want me to help?"

Si Nanxing glanced at Mr. Zhuyou, and said by himself: "I'm destined to die, and I've been targeted by a group of evil-minded guys recently."

"Is it something inhuman that is staring at you?" Chui Fangjian still looked at him.

Si Nanxing nodded, and counted with his fingers: "So far, I have met Ba Snake, Flying Zombie, and one who can perform illusions..."

"How unreasonable!" Chui Fangjian suddenly became angry for some reason, "They relied on you to become a defenseless mortal, so they dared to bully you like this! If you had smashed the world with your sword back then, how could any monster dare to stand in front of you? Arrogant!"

Si Nanxing was stunned for a moment, and then said kindly, "There's nothing I can do. I'm a defenseless mortal now, and I have no one to protect me. I can only be bullied by these low-level monsters."

"Hmph!" Chui Fangjian looked unhappy, but he didn't agree immediately, he looked him up and down, and suddenly looked solemn, "Let me ask you, what should you do when the road is uneven?"

Si Nanxing almost didn't follow his train of thought. The channel suddenly switched to moral questions and answers. Si Nanxing hesitated. This sword spirit seemed to have a righteous temper, and it seemed easier to please him by answering in this way.

But Si Nanxing stood where he was, with the scorched earth of wartime tens of thousands of years ago under his feet, which was also the place where he died. He lowered his eyes for a while, but he didn't fool the sword spirit. He just said truthfully: "Do what you can, do your best!" And for."

"Haha!" Chui Fangjian laughed loudly, "Sure enough, I knew that even if you weren't Meng Xizhou, you were still you in your bones. If that's the case, it doesn't matter if I protect you for the rest of my life."

Si Nanxing was a little surprised. He turned his head to look at Mr. Zhuyou, and whispered, "I thought that Meng Xizhou would be more beautiful than me, but I didn't expect him to be the same..."

It's not enough to say that salted fish is enough, and it's not right to say that you have the world in your heart. Half a bucket of water is half salty and not salty.

Chui Fangjian looked down at him, as if looking at an old friend from thousands of years ago. His expression was nostalgic, and the sadness of things changed and the joy of reunion after a long absence intertwined. He said: "At the foot of Yunfu Mountain, tens of thousands of refugees were displaced. There is nowhere to escape, I ask if you will not help them."

"You told me, you can help anyone you see. You can't protect yourself, and you can't protect them all. But when the meerkat army comes to the city, you let the refugees cross Yunfu Mountain, over the mountains and across the river, and lead them by yourself." Three hundred dead soldiers, using Yunfu Mountain as a barrier, set up a formation, and played around tens of thousands of troops."

"You were alone and died on the top of the mountain from exhaustion, but they were scared out of their wits long ago, thinking that you were still alive, and they would not dare to set foot here again in the next hundred years, let alone the group of refugees back then, who regarded you as a It is enshrined by the mountain god of Yunfu Mountain."

"Until Mr. Zhuyou concealed this mountain with illusions many years later, the world could no longer find Yunfu Mountain. They all said that you became the mountain god of Yunfu Mountain, and you took this mountain with you to become a fairy. "

Si Nanxing looked around and smiled wryly: "I still don't have an impression."

"Naturally." Chui Fangjian curled his lips, "You have also drank Mengpo soup, so you can remember the past so easily, wouldn't the world be messed up?"

Si Nanxing smacked his lips: "Mr. Zhuyou, what does Meng Po soup taste like?"

Zhu Youjun had a strange expression on his face: "I don't know."

"I haven't drank it, even if I drank it, I probably can't remember the taste."

Si Nanxing laughed: "Yes."

As soon as the Chui Fang Sword Spirit waved his hand, the Chui Fang Sword flew towards Si Nanxing. Si Nan Xing subconsciously raised his hand to hold it, and asked, "Where is your scabbard?"

Chuifang Sword Spirit raised his chin proudly: "There is no scabbard worthy of me in the world."

"Huh?" Si Nanxing was a little embarrassed, "That's so unsafe."

Chui Fangjian almost twisted his nose in anger: "You talk so much nonsense, usually I can just hold it by myself! I'll give it to you when I need it!"

"Oh." Si Nanxing nodded, "Then remember to get down and walk, don't float around, it's easy to scare people."

Chui Fangjian sighed, and reluctantly fell to the ground: "Understood, and everything is up to you."

Si Nanxing: "..."

Inexplicably felt that he was spoiled by a sword.

Si Nanxing also felt curious when he saw him: "Can the sword spirit eat? What will I call you in the future? Why are you transparent for a while and solid for a while?"

Chui Fangjian replied patiently: "You can eat it, but it won't help if you eat it, and you won't die of starvation if you don't eat it."

"I am Jian. This sword is named 'Chui Fang', so naturally I am called 'Chui Fang'."

"I am the soul of this sword. With the sword by my side, I can be virtual and real. If I leave the sword body for too long, I will only be virtual."

Zhu Youjun frowned: "Okay, there is no need to mention the past."

Si Nanxing originally thought that this bad-tempered sword spirit would speak ill of Mr. Zhuyou, but Chuifang took a look at Mr. Zhuyou, and shut his mouth with fear.

It can be seen that in the category of demon spirits, the law of the strongest is always the same.

Si Nanxing also knew a lot of stories about "Meng Xizhou", so he couldn't help being a little curious about him, but seeing Mr. Zhuyou's face, he still honestly didn't ask anything.

While Zhu Youjun was staring at Chu Fang, he moved his feet quietly, and Zhu Youjun's gaze immediately followed: "What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, this was discovered, and Si Nanxing didn't feel that he could really hide it from him. Looking into his eyes, he boldly took another step: "It's all here, why don't you look at you——"

Lord Zhuyou and him stared at each other silently, watching him move towards the tree a little bit like playing tricks, finally sighed as if in compromise, and pulled him towards the back of the big tree.

Sure enough, there were four words engraved there.

Perhaps it was because the tree had grown a lot, and that line of words was stretched so crookedly that it looked like a joke, although the content itself already looked like a joke.

On that quaint and majestic tree, which is not ordinary at first glance, there is left crookedly the virtue that Si Nanxing didn't know he lacked a few lifetimes ago-"I can still live".

Reminiscing that he died after writing these four words... It's more like a joke.

Si Nanxing looked at Lord Zhuyou with a guilty conscience. He deserved to have lived for so many years, so he might have looked away. His eyes were calm, and he looked at Si Nanxing calmly, which made him even more ashamed.

Si Nanxing subconsciously wrapped his hands with his sleeves and wiped the line guiltily, but of course nothing was wiped off.

Zhu Youjun looked at him with a sullen face: "Don't touch."

It was only then that Si Nanxing remembered that this tree was Lord Zhuyou's original body, and if he touched it, Lord Zhuyou probably felt it too.But Si Nanxing probably didn't think much of it at the moment, he subconsciously asked, "Where did I touch?"

Zhu Youjun looked at him silently.

As soon as Si Nanxing said that, he laughed awkwardly: "Well, Mr. Zhuyou, don't, don't be angry..."

He did understand the way Zhu Youjun looked at him at the beginning.

This line is really...

Whenever he wrote something like "The Most Wonderful Tree in the World" and "Grass and Tree Creatures", this place can be regarded as a scenic spot with a long history, but I don't know what he thought, and wrote "I can still live" , although it fits well with the half-dead state of him and Zhu Youjun at that time, but...it's really not elegant at all.

Rude and embarrassing, Si Nanxing felt that he must have not studied hard in his life.

He dryly tried to explain: "This...although it's a little down-to-earth, but it carries my simple desire at that time, and when I taste it carefully, there is also a very simple and vigorous vitality in it..."

He can't make it up.

Zhu Youjun's eyes were calm, he didn't say a word, he couldn't see if he was angry.

Si Nanxing went over to coax him: "Is there anything you want to eat, Mr. Zhuyou? Shall I cook something delicious for you?"

"Mr. Zhuyou is calm and magnanimous, he will definitely not hold grudges, right?"

Si Nanxing circled around him, showing his back to him with a bitter face, "Then it's a courtesy, I'll let you write four words on the back too, okay?"

Zhu Youjun stared at him, and couldn't help but smile a little in his eyes, he seemed to be helpless, there was nothing he could do about him, he could only say: "Go back."

It's just not angry.

Si Nanxing cheerfully beckoned Chui Fang to follow, then suddenly turned his head and shouted in astonishment: "Hey, Mr. Zhuyou, you have blossomed!"

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Even if it's a sword spirit who doesn't need to eat, let him smell really good in the cafeteria and rub his hands.jpg