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Ji Lang and Min Fan searched the cave carefully, and finally they both focused their eyes on the altar.

"Be careful." Ji Lang pulled Min Fan behind him with one hand, and groped on the altar with the other.

In the sea of ​​knowledge, Hong Shunju, who had ended his autism, let out a sneer: "Coward."

Ji Lang didn't care about him, he just asked: "Why are you in this cave?" How could the place where the magic pen is located be unusual?

Hong Shunju said: "If you let me out, I will tell you."

"If you still dare to threaten me, just stay honest." Although Ji Lang said so, the problem he really considered was that he was not strong enough. If people knew that he had a magic pen, it would only lead to death. .

Hong Shunju threatened and lured Ji Lang, playing both soft and hard ways, and finally pretended to be pitiful and said: "I just want to talk to the beauty more, I promise to obey you obediently in the future, just let me out."

Ji Lang asked: "Can you disguise yourself so that others won't see your real body?"

"What's so difficult about it? Unless you're above the Mahayana stage, you don't want to see the real body of the young master!" Hong Shunju said proudly.

"Okay, you pretend, I'll let you out."

After reaching an agreement, Ji Lang released Hong Shunju out of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Suddenly, a three or four-year-old boy flashed in front of them.

"Beauty." Hong Shunju hugged Min Fan's thigh fiercely.

"You are Xiaohong?" Min Fan opened his eyes wide in surprise, his body trembling a little, this is not a fairy or something!

Ji Lang said: "He is Hong Shunju, a pen spirit, not a monster. This is his disguise."

Hong Shunju looked up at Min Fan with big watery eyes, "Beauty, I'm Xiaohong."

"My name is Min Fan, you can call me by my name."

"Okay, beauty."

Min Fan frowned slightly, and whispered to Ji Lang, "Young Master, is he stupid?"

"Beauty, I'm very smart." Hong Shunju's eyes followed Min Fan.

Ji Lang pondered slightly, and said, "We need to make up Xiaohong's identity history."

Min Fan said, "Let's just say he's a mountain spirit."

Ji Lang pondered slightly, then nodded and said, "Yes, that's fine."

Xiaohong praised Min Fan: "The beauty is so smart."

Min Fan couldn't help muttering: "At first you called me ugly, but now I'm an open-mouthed beauty, you are really strange."

Xiaohong said with a smile: "I am a mountain spirit, the mountain spirit who loves the most beautiful women."

"That's like a little bitch." Min Fan curled his lips.

"Then I'll call you Brother Fan."

"……it is good."

"Brother Fan." Xiao Hong smiled and stuck to Min Fan's side, very happy.

Ji Lang glanced at Min Fan's leg pendant lightly, and asked again: "Xiaohong, why are you in this cave?"

"I don't know, I woke up here."

"Then how did you fall asleep, you should know?"

Xiaohong drooped her head, crying and saying: "It seems that the master asked me to stay here, but it seems not. Once the master dies, I will fall into a deep sleep, and then wake up or be awakened by myself. Woohoo, the master is dead."

Xiao Hong hugged Min Fan's thigh and cried louder and louder, soaking his trouser legs.

Min Fan touched Xiaohong's head, "Okay, okay, stop crying."

Ji Lang walked around the altar again, put his hand on the altar and pressed it around, the altar suddenly made a noise, and Ji Lang quickly backed away.

The two of them watched intently as the altar gradually sank into the ground, and they were teleported to another cave.

The cave was pitch black, and as soon as Xiaohong raised her hand, the surroundings were lit with fire.

Under the feet is an extremely complicated large-scale formation, and in the middle of the formation is a suspended sword.

Xiao Hong rushed over quickly, and the moment he was about to touch the sword, the sword suddenly emitted a strong light and bounced Xiao Hong out.

Xiaohong cried loudly: "This is the master's sword! It is the master's sword!"

Ji Lang also approached the sword to examine it carefully. The hilt and scabbard were all black without any carvings, which made the body of the sword hidden in the scabbard even more mysterious.

Xiao Hong wiped away tears fiercely, and said: "Master's sword is called Wuyun, it is a divine sword that has given birth to a sword spirit."

Ji Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said, "Min Fan, come and try to hold it."

"it is good."

Min Fan easily picked up the sword, and easily pulled it out of the scabbard. The blade was about two feet and one inch long, black and dull.Min Fan swung his sword twice in the air, "It feels like an ordinary sword."

Xiaohong pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "The dark cloud is a divine sword! You said that the master's sword is ordinary, and I don't like you anymore."

Ji Lang gave him a chestnut, "Now I am your master."

Min Fan waved his sword again, "It's very ordinary."

Ji Lang said to him: "Try to communicate with Wu Yunjian, just like communicating with Xiaohong for the first time." In the original plot, both Hong Shunju and Wu Yunjian became Xie Han's things, and they accompanied Xie Han Become famous.

"Hmm." Min Fan tried to communicate with Wu Yunjian, but found nothing. "I can't feel the existence of the sword spirit."

"How is it possible? I've seen dark clouds with my own eyes!" Xiaohong was so shocked that she rushed over to touch the sword, but was bounced away again, and finally sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Ji Lang also tried to reach out to touch the sword, but was bounced away as he expected.

"Young master, what's going on?" Min Fan's face was full of astonishment.

"Maybe you have some relationship with their original owners." Ji Lang couldn't help but guess. "Xiao Hong, who was your former master?"

Xiaohong sobbed to herself, ignoring Ji Lang.

Ji Lang raised his forehead, "You are a magic pen, why are you still crying endlessly?"

Hearing this, Shenbi cried even more sadly.

Min Fan walked over and touched Xiaohong's head, and persuaded him gently: "Don't cry, we all have to look forward. If your former master knew that you were so sad, he must be very sad too."

"Woohoo." Xiaohong threw herself into Min Fan's arms.

Min Fan hugged him and coaxed him for a long time before he stopped crying and asked, "What was your former master's name and who was it?"

Xiaohong frowned in thought, then widened her eyes in disbelief, and said in panic, "I can't remember, it seems his surname is Men or Wen, I don't remember."

Min Fan asked again: "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know, I sleep and wake up, wake up and sleep again, sometimes I sleep for hundreds of years." Xiaohong drooped her head, dejected.

Ji Lang and Min Fan couldn't help looking at each other.

At this moment, Xiaohong moved in Min Fan's arms, causing Min Fan to accidentally touch the blade, blood flowed on the sword, and soon disappeared.

Wu Yunjian absorbed Min Fan's blood, and instantly emitted a dazzling glare.

Still in this cave, Ji Lang couldn't find Min Fan and Xiao Hong, only saw a monk in white robe seal a demon cultivator in red under the formation.

Ji Lang couldn't see their faces clearly, but felt their despair and sadness inexplicably and clearly.

He asked aloud: "I don't know who the senior is? Who is the one who is sealed here?"

The man didn't respond, Ji Lang approached slowly and tentatively, stretched out his hand for a try and walked right through.Ji Lang tried again to confirm that he could neither see him nor hear him speak.

At this moment, the monk in white suddenly burst into tears and murmured, "I am here to accompany you forever."

The Wuyun sword suddenly emitted countless strong lights, and Ji Lang instinctively raised his arms to cover his eyes, and then tried his best to open his eyes to see the situation in the cave clearly, only to see that the figure of the monk in white gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

The strong light disappeared, and the whole cave fell silent in an instant, except for the formation on the ground and the Wuyun sword suspended in the middle, it was extremely dim, just like what they saw when they were just teleported over.

"Young master! Young master!" Min Fan woke Ji Lang up.

Ji Lang came back to his senses and said, "I saw an illusion just now, it might be their former master."

Min Fan said: "I saw it too, it was Xiaohong who woke me up."

Xiaohong blinked her eyes, looked at them suspiciously, and said anxiously: "Have you seen my former master? How is he?"

Min Fan didn't say a word, Ji Lang said: "He sealed a demon cultivator here."

Xiaohong sniffed, trying not to cry this time.He knew about the demise of the former owner as early as the moment before he fell into a deep sleep.

Ji Lang asked Min Fan: "You seem to have been cut by a sword just now, are you okay?"

Min Fan shook his head lightly, "It's okay, even the wound is gone."

"That's good. After you go out, don't let people know the true origin of this sword." Ji Lang warned worriedly.

"En." Min Fan responded, holding the sword in the middle of the formation and swung it a few times seemingly casually, "This sword is still the same as before, very ordinary." When he said this, he felt very guilty.

Ji Lang didn't expose him, the person in front of him really couldn't tell a lie.

Min Fan said: "This should be the ruins you are looking for, the place where Xiaohong and Wuyun's former master fell."

This is what the sword spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness told him, and the movements of swinging the sword just now were also the way the sword spirit told him to strengthen the seal.At this time, Jian Ling was thin and extremely weak, and he told him not to tell anyone, including Ji Lang and Xiao Hong.

Ji Lang nodded: "It should be, let's find a way to get out."