Xian Miao does not want to fly

On the eve before Su Li and Qiao Mo left Luofeng Mountain, Yongwu called Qiao Mo aside alone, and mysteriously took out a sword.

The scabbard was ordinary, and the hilt was dark red. When Qiao Mo gripped it, he felt an unprecedented fit.

Holding the hilt, he slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

The moment the sword was completely out of the scabbard, Qiao Mo suddenly felt something tremble in the depths of his soul.

Qiao Mo couldn't help lowering his head to observe carefully. Not only was the hilt of the sword red, but the blade was also red.

Different from the dark red of the hilt, the red of the sword body is more correct, and it is also mixed with a looming golden, and there are occasional golden streamers flashing under the light.

Qiao Mo was very familiar with the red and gold colors, and then he suddenly looked at Yong Wu: "Grandpa...you, you used..."

Yongwu nodded proudly: "Yes, I used my life feather! Looks good!"

Qiao Mo immediately put down the sword, he grabbed Yong Wu's hand, with an anxious expression on his face: "But that's your fate feather!"

Yong Wu has the blood of the Feng Clan, so he naturally inherited the Phoenix's gate of life - Ming Yu.

Those are the most important feathers on the body of a monster with the phoenix bloodline, and they are also the feathers that were born only after gathering the monster's lifelong cultivation.

Qiao Mo looked at the red sword, Yong Wu picked up the sword, took his hand, and put the sword in Qiao Mo's hand again.

Qiao Mo suddenly felt that the sword was a bit heavy.

"Grandpa Yongwu," Qiao Mo held the sword in a state of bewilderment, "This sword...I can't take it away..."

Yongwu patted his head and looked at the kitten with gentle eyes: "Mo, this is specially made for you by grandpa."

"But," Qiao Mo felt a little sad, "it used your life feather."

Losing his life feather meant that Yong Wu, who originally had a long life, would not have much time left.

As a great demon with the blood of the phoenix, Yongwu has a lifespan of thousands of years, but now that his life is lost, his lifespan is only a few hundred years.

And there is no possibility of continuing to practice.

For mortals, a lifespan of hundreds of years is an unimaginable longevity.

But for Yong Wu, hundreds of years are just a flick of a finger in his life.

Yong Wu looked at Qiao Mo's golden eyes that were about to cry, he smiled and shook his head, then hugged him into his arms, and patted his back gently: "Mo, don't be sad, we cultivators, if we can't find ourselves What's the point of living forever if you don't want to pursue the Tao?"

Qiao Mo raised his head with red eyes: "Then, grandpa, have you found it?"

Yongwu pointed to the sword in its arms: "That's it."

Qiao Mo looked at the golden-red sword: "Is it?"

Yong Wu nodded: "Yes."

He held Qiao Mo to sit opposite each other, and reached out to touch the corner of Qiao Mo's eyes: "Mo, do you know? Grandpa's way has always been forging, and creating a unparalleled and unique Lingwu is the goal I have been pursuing. However, I Who can I fight for? The human race will not trust something created by a monster, and the weapons of the monster race are all part of itself, basically no additional spiritual weapons are needed. Until you show up."

Yong Wu put his hand on the blade: "That year when you said you wanted to practice swordsmanship as a swordsman, grandpa was so happy. Because grandpa can finally put all his heart and soul into creating a spirit weapon that can be used. Before you went out last time, grandpa hurriedly made Bai Fang. After you left, grandpa devoted himself to retreat and finally forged this sword. This sword can only be used by monsters who want to be sword repairers. At that time, Grandpa suddenly felt that even if he died at this moment, he would have no regrets."

"So Mo," Yong Wu smiled very easily, "Once this sword is released, Grandpa will have nothing to ask for in this life. The only hope is that you can use it as your natal sword forever."

Qiao Mo tightened his grip on the sword. Not only did the sword contain Yongwu's heavy cultivation and life, but also the way that a blacksmith who was born in the demon clan had sought in his life.

He promised Yongwu: "Grandpa, I will."

Yong Wu nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way," Qiao Mo touched the sword lovingly, "What's its name?"

"Hongyuan," Yongwu replied, "it's called Hongyuan."

Qiao Mo murmured and repeated: "Hong Yuan..."

The moment the name was called out, the sword trembled slightly, as if responding to him.

Qiao Mo's heart was inexplicably soothed, and he forced a smile, "Then, Grandpa, how do you plan to spend the last time?"

Yong Wu winked at Qiao Mo with ease: "I will use my last cultivation to maintain my most beautiful appearance!"

"Eh?"

Yong Wu looked out of the window, the sun had already set, leaving only a piece of burning red clouds, this scenery was short but beautiful, like the last burning flame of life.

"Our family, even in the face of death, must be beautiful!"

The next day, Su Li took Qiao Mo to leave Luofeng Mountain.

There was a crisp chirp, and Qiao Mo looked back. A big golden-red bird was on the top of the tallest tree in Luofeng Mountain, shaking its slender tail feathers gracefully, and flew around the treetop.

It looks like the extinct phoenix.

"Gold-bellied golden pheasant," Su Li was a little surprised, "and it is a red-bellied golden pheasant with the blood of the Phoenix family."

This is Yong Wu saying goodbye to them.

He already felt that Su Li's cultivation was about to soar, and at the same time, he also knew that after Qiao Mo left, he might not come back again.

Qiao Mo held back her tears, raised the sword in her hand and swung it towards the golden-red figure in front of the sun.

At that time, he also thought that he would never set foot on the land of Luofeng Mountain again.

In the following days, Su Li took Qiao Mo to run around. They visited every place in the cultivation world where there were rumors of powerful sword cultivators, and visited every secret realm with the inheritance of sword cultivators. exchange between.

Until one day, when they came out of the last secret realm rumored to be related to sword repair, Su Li stopped in his footsteps.

Qiao Mo didn't speak, but looked at him.

Su Li looked up at the sky, as if he felt something.

"Mo, I'm about to ascend."

"immediately?"

"Yes, probably only a few months."

Qiao Mo thought for a while and asked, "The human race ascended to Tianyin Realm, and the demon race ascended to Taixu Mountain."

Su Li turned his head, he took Qiao Mo's hand and squeezed it: "Mo, are you willing to go with me to Tianyin Realm?"

"Don't we have a marriage contract?" Qiao Mo said, "I am inseparable from you. Besides, there are many powerful sword cultivators in Tianyin Realm, right? I remember you told me."

Su Li smiled, and he nodded: "Yes, there are many powerful sword cultivators in the Tianyin Realm, and the previous sword masters are all in the Tianyin Realm."

Qiao Mo squeezed Su Li's hand back: "Then let's go to Tianyin Realm. Taixu Mountain is full of demon cultivators, so they probably won't use swords. The way of the sword is what I want to pursue all the time. Since it is in Tianyin Realm, then I will go to Tianyin Realm."

Su Li heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Qiao Mo's answer, but when he thought of something, he frowned slightly: "However, before that, I have to go home."

Qiao Mo reached out and rubbed between his brows: "If you don't want to go back, then don't go back."

Su Li held the hands that rubbed his face back and forth in his palms.

Qiao Mo is a monster, and he doesn't have a strong sense of family values. He is not bound by the family values ​​of the human race, so he naturally wants to make Su Li feel as comfortable as possible.

Su Li squeezed his hand, kissed it lightly, and smiled again: "Although I really don't want to go back, I am the sword master of the Su family after all and I have to take responsibility. But don't worry, they dare not How are we, and—”

Su Li's eyes gradually became a little contemptuous: "Those trash can't do anything to us."

Qiao Mo didn't understand what Su Li said about the "responsibility of the Su family's sword master", and he didn't know why Su Li didn't like the Su family so much and wanted to go back.

But when he followed Su Li into the gate of Su's house, he felt extremely unfriendly eyes and whispers from all directions.

"A contract with a cat demon..."

"It's just a self-deprecation."

"It's too outrageous, what has my Su family's sword master been degraded by him?"

"Why is he a Juggernaut? Such a deviant..."

"Heaven has no eyes..."

Su Li took Qiao Mo's hand without hesitation, and stepped in through the gate of Su's house. The servants didn't know how to address Qiao Mo, so they had to turn a blind eye and just bowed their heads and said, "Hello, young master."

The Patriarch of the Su Family sat on the main seat in the main hall. Su Li pulled Qiao Mo in and stood still. Qiao Mo wandered between.

The Patriarch snorted coldly: "You still know how to come back?"

"I'm going to ascend soon," Su Li said calmly, "so I'm back, and I have to fulfill my duty as a Juggernaut."

"The responsibility of the Juggernaut?!" The head of the family slapped the table angrily, "You still know the responsibilities of the Juggernaut! You still care about the responsibilities of the Juggernaut!"

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Su Li's mouth: "I always know the duties of a Juggernaut better than you."

The head of the family was angry: "Su Li! Do you take my father seriously! You have to remember the duties of a sword master, and you won't bring this demon cultivator into the house!"

The young man hurried up to cheer for his father, turned his head and blamed him: "Brother Ah Li, don't be angry with uncle..."

Su Li interrupted him directly: "Do you have a share here? Su Yan?"

Su Yan's face flushed for a while, and he felt aggrieved: "Uncle, look at brother Ah Li..."

The Patriarch's face was gloomy: "Su Li, you are becoming more and more defiant now. Ah Yan is your cousin, who is going to perform filial piety at my knee instead of you. How can you talk to him like that?"

But Su Li didn't care: "Cousin? Isn't it your illegitimate child? A waste born from an affair with my mother's sister who is already a married woman. An illegitimate child can only pile up to this level with a cultivation base and medicine pills. His illegitimate child, why can't I talk to him like this?"

The patriarch's face became more and more uneasy. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Qiao Mo: "So you made a bond with a demon cultivator to anger me?!"

Su Li's face darkened, he pulled Qiao Mo behind him, his eyes were cold: "Put your hand down, because you are also worthy of pointing at my Taoist companion?"

Seeing that the father and son were about to fight, Su Yan pretended to be a peacemaker again: "Brother Ah Li, you don't care about what you say, but uncle is your father, you shouldn't..."

"Su Yan," Su Li looked at him with pity, "do you think he chose you as the successor of the Su family because of that shameful blood relationship? He chose you because you are weak enough, and you are stronger than him." The waste is still weak, it won't make him feel a sense of crisis, it can make him feel the authority and absolute obedience of the patriarch, who made him justified but not very obedient, his own son, me, is the one he can't kill by all means What about 'Jugger'?"