Master, he never speaks

Zhu Jixiu: "That jade pendant?"

Zhu Jixiu's pupils trembled, and he clearly remembered that on Mu Ling's body was a jade pendant that was exactly the same as Gu Shi'an's. Judging from Zhu Jixiu's eyesight, it was impossible for him to admit his mistake.

Perhaps aware of Zhu Jixiu's difference and gaze, Gu Shi'an lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant on his waist. A trace of emotion that Zhu Jixiu couldn't understand flashed in his calm eyes.

Zhu Jixiu: "What is the relationship between you and Mu Ling?"

Zhu Jixiu slowly clenched the sword in his hand. Ever since he knew that Mu Ling was behind Shen Qianche's death, his killing intent towards Mu Ling has never stopped.

On the day when he really becomes extremely powerful, he must return to him double all the too dark things Mu Ling did to Shen Qianche back then.

Hearing Zhu Jixiu's question, Gu Shi'an didn't speak, he took a deep look at Zhu Jixiu, then took off the jade pendant from his waist, and threw it into Zhu Jixiu's arms.

Zhu Jixiu: "???"

Feng Qiuyu over there has no time to care about Zhu Jixiu's situation at all. He is being chased by hundreds of swords, and those swords keep pecking at his ass. Embarrassed.

Zhu Jixiu looked down at the jade pendant in his arms, and frowned. He touched the pattern on the jade pendant that was about to disappear, looked up at Gu Shi'an in confusion, and said in doubt:

Zhu Jixiu: "What do you mean, why did you lead me to this place, and why did you give me the jade pendant? And... what is the relationship between you and Mu Ling?!"

For Zhu Jixiu's question, Gu Shi'an didn't mean to explain, he just looked at Zhu Jixiu quietly, his eyes reminded Zhu Jixiu somehow... Mu Ling and Gu Baizhi looked at him sometimes The same look in his eyes.

With nostalgia, sadness, reluctance, and regret, every look seems to be expressing lament for the time that has passed, without a trace of happiness, mixed with countless entanglements.

Zhu Jixiu: "Hey, what do you mean?!"

Zhu Jixiu squeezed the jade pendant in his hand, and walked towards Gu Shi'an without hesitation. The remaining swords around him began to move, wanting to attack Zhu Jixiu. Gu Shi'an raised his hand and pressed it down. , those swords stopped.

Zhu Jixiu walked in front of Gu Shi'an, at this moment he could see clearly why those who met Gu Shi'an back then couldn't forget it.

To a certain extent, Gu Shi'an and Zhu Hanshuang have similar temperaments, but in fact, if Zhu Hanshuang is the seemingly unkind moon in the sky, in fact, if you cut the moon open, the stuffing inside will be hot. Bright yellow.

But Gu Shian's coldness is really in a high position, and no one can control the coldness. He is a pale cloud floating on the top of the mountain. Others can only look up at him, but they can't really touch him. to him.

Zhu Hanshuang is the moon that only Zhu Jixiu can pick off.

And Gu Shi'an is a white mist that no one can touch.

Gu Shi'an looked down at Zhu Jixiu, he watched, then suddenly raised his hand, put it on Zhu Jixiu's head, rubbed it lightly, and moved his lips slightly twice.

His hands were very cold, Zhu Jixiu didn't like to let anyone other than Zhu Hanshuang touch his head, but when Gu Shi'an's hand really touched his head, Zhu Jixiu felt a familiar feeling.

He couldn't hear Gu Shi'an's voice, but he could feel that Gu Shi'an was calling his name, he was calling him...

[Jixiu. 】

Gu Shi'an didn't touch it for a long time, he just rubbed it lightly twice, then let go, then he took out his sword from behind and handed it to Zhu Jixiu.

Feng Qiuyu: "Zhu Jixiu! Zhu Jixiu, you and his grandma won't come here again, my young master's clothes will be poked to pieces by these damned swords!"

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu turned his head subconsciously, and saw Feng Qiuyu's hair and clothes were in a mess, screaming after being chased by so many swords, how could he still have the usual arrogance?

When Zhu Jixiu turned around again... Gu Shi'an was gone.

He came quietly when he came, and he was also quiet when he left. If the feeling of being touched just now on his head was not still there, and he had an extra sword in his hand, Zhuji Xiu would think that everything just now, all fake.

Feng Qiuyu: "?!"

Feng Qiuyu: "Zhu Jixiu! Your grandma is still in a daze, can you come here quickly, if you don't come here to punish these swords, you just wait until you go out, I invite you to climb the mountain at Feng's house!"

Zhu Jixiu hadn't recovered from the energy just now, he shook his head, squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, planning to talk about this matter later.

Zhu Jixiu: "Stop shouting, I'm here."

Zhu Jixiu raised his foot and walked towards Feng Qiuyu. Young Master Feng, as if seeing a savior, ran towards Zhu Jixiu in a flash, followed by countless flying swords.

Feng Qiuyu: "Just these swords behind you are like mad dogs."

Zhu Jixiu pulled out the sword in his hand. The sword that Gu Shian gave him just now is actually not very unique in appearance, it can even be said to be too simple, and it is also very heavy.

But it was such a low-key and silent sword, the moment the blade was unsheathed, the surrounding swords paused in the air as if they had seen something terrible, and then fell to the ground one by one .

Feng Qiuyu: "??!!"

Feng Qiuyu: "What method did you use, it worked once, what is it..."

As Feng Qiuyu spoke, his eyes gradually moved down, and finally his eyes stopped on the sword in Zhu Jixiu's hand.

Feng Qiuyu: "!!!"

Feng Qiuyu's voice stopped abruptly. He stared blankly at the sword in Zhu Jixiu's hand, took a deep breath, and said word by word:

Feng Qiuyu: "Zhu Jixiu, where did the sword in your hand come from?"

Feng Qiuyu: "Do you know the origin and origin of this sword!"

Feng Qiuyu: "This is Gu Shi'an's sword!"

Regarding this sword, Feng Qiuyu remembered it very clearly. When Gu Shi'an slashed the dragon with one sword, the reputation of this sword spread.

At that time, someone drew a picture of the sword, and that picture is now hanging on the wall of the main house of the Feng family.

Feng Qiuyu: "Where did you find it?!"

Looking at Feng Qiuyu's shocked face, Zhu Jixiu inserted the sword back in his hand calmly, and said calmly:

Zhu Jixiu: "I said, Gu Shi'an gave it to me, do you believe it?"

Feng Qiuyu's forehead twitched, he stretched out his hand towards Zhu Jixiu, fixed his eyes on the sword in his arms, and said:

Feng Qiuyu: "Let me touch it."

Zhu Jixiu responded, and handed the sword to Feng Qiuyu, who knew that Feng Qiuyu would kneel on the ground on one knee in the next second, and her whole face turned red.

Feng Qiuyu: "So heavy?!"

Zhu Jixiu: "Shen, I feel very light."

Zhu Jixiu bent down, picked up the sword easily, and shook it in the palm of his hand. His expression was really relaxed, and there was no possibility of cheating.

Feng Qiuyu: "Tsk, tell me the truth, Gu Shi'an really gave this to you?"

Zhu Jixiu: "Yes."

Feng Qiuyu is not greedy for the sword in Zhu Jixiu's hand, nor for the exercises that Zhu Jixiu may get from Gu Shi'an, he just wants to see what the person who once amazed the entire capital looks like That's all.

Feng Qiuyu: "Hurry up and get out of this ghostly place, my young master is tired."

Zhu Jixiu carried the sword behind his back, and he could feel that the closer he was to the sword, the faster the spiritual power in his body would circulate, and every move of the entire sword mound was within his scope of investigation.

Zhu Jixiu: "Follow me."

Zhu Jixiu walked forward with strides, Young Master Feng had a proud face, but obediently clutched the corner of Zhu Hanshuang's clothes, and walked forward behind Zhu Jixiu.

To Zhu Jixiu, the complex and weird sword mound was like a piece of transparent white paper. He led Feng Qiuyu out of the sword mound effortlessly.

Just before leaving the Sword Tomb, a white light flashed.

When the two of them opened their eyes again, they were already standing outside the Forgotten Ruins Realm. The sky was not the moon, but the sun, surrounded by dense forests.

Feng Qiuyu: "Where are we going next?"

Zhu Jixiu: "Go straight."

Zhu Jixiu led Feng Qiuyu to continue walking forward, and when he passed a small stream, he stopped.

Zhu Jixiu: "Do you eat fish?"

Feng Qiuyu: "If you don't eat, what kind of food do people who cultivate immortals eat?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu gave Feng Qiuyu a white look, he raised his finger to point at the little dumpling in his arms, and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "I didn't talk to you."

When the second senior brother heard that there were fish to eat, he immediately jumped out of his arms excitedly, bouncing back and forth on the spot, and circling happily.

Feng Qiuyu snorted coldly, the clothes on his body were a bit tattered, they were poked by those swords just now, Young Master Feng took out another set of fancy clothes from the ring space, and put himself Dress up beautifully.

But Zhu Jixiu turned up his trouser legs, and before going into the water to fish for Shen Qianche, he even asked Feng Qiuyu while fishing:

Zhu Jixiu: "Feng Qiuyu, do you really not eat fish?"

Feng Qiuyu: "If you don't eat it, it's just some vulgar food, and it won't catch my young master's eyes at all."

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu stopped talking to Feng Qiuyu, and after catching a few fish for Shen Qianche, he started to light a fire and prepare the seasoning.

No one knows better than Shen Qianche how good a man can conquer Zhu Hanshuang's stomach.

The moment the fragrance came out, Feng Qiuyu, who was talking about vulgar food, began to move his buttocks, and moved closer to the fire of grilling fish little by little.

The second senior brother stared at his Kazilan-like charming big crystal grape eyes, swallowed, and waited to stuff the three grilled fish into his stomach.

Feng Qiuyu: "Ahem..."

Feng Qiuyu coughed, attracting Zhu Jixiu's attention.

Feng Qiuyu: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with eating vulgar food once in a while. I wish you Jixiu and I'll do you a favor, just try your handicraft."

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu's grilling fish paused, he slowly raised his eyes, stared at Feng Qiuyu and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "Immortal cultivators don't need to eat?"

The last person who said this was Mu Ying.

A good goddess, under Zhu Jixiu's cooking skills, she gained three catties of weight.

[Since then, there has been no bright young man named Shen Qianche in the world. 】