take care of yourself

Therefore, Ying Yao went through the letter in the box from beginning to end calmly, and found that Zhuo Yuanshan's love story was pretty good.

Jianxiu took a pen to extract a few sentences, and prepared to write them into the Xinhuaben.

"New Huaben," Jiu Sujian continued to groan like a raving, "who said they would never write again?"

Ying Yao's face remained unchanged, without the self-consciousness of reneging on his promise and gaining weight, and said confidently: "I didn't have any inspiration at that time, and I couldn't write shit. You talk so much nonsense, do you want to read it?"

Jiusujian slammed his mouth without any ambition, and the sword body lying on Yingyao's lap let out a cheerful sword cry: "Look at it." After a while, he asked flatteringly, "What's the content? Is it fragrant?" ? Is it related to the sword?"

"You are a sex sword," Ying Yao concluded, "you are full of love and affection."

Jisujian probably didn't refute him for the sake of Xinhuaben, Ying Yao thought, should I tell it that there is no Qingqingwowo in Xinhuaben, if I tell it, will it blow up with me?

His little thought was not heard by the Jiusujian lying lazily in the sea of ​​consciousness. It turned over, rolled itself to the hand of Yuanying who was sitting cross-legged, and poked Yuanying's finger with its red tassel .

Ying Yao decided to keep his mouth shut until he wrote it. He imagined that Jisujian would jump in anger or cry in disappointment, and he couldn't help laughing.

Jianxiu intends to write a story related to "entering the world", and write down the world he has seen. He doesn't think this time it will be interesting, but he can use this to re-examine the enlightenment of the sword.

On the fifth day when Ying Yao was sitting behind the desk and writing his manuscript, he felt the aura fluctuating in the quiet room. At the same time, thunderclouds rolled in, and it became a weather above his head in the blink of an eye.

Ying Yao jumped up, overjoyed: "Master has made a breakthrough!"

Jiusujian was happy with him for a while, and Ying Yao circled around the room impatiently again: "Master hasn't touched a sword for many years, and I have forgotten all my kung fu. I should accompany him to pick up sword moves again." Urge him to practice," and then babbled, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Master with a sword for a long time..."

Ying Yao thought of something, stopped abruptly, and said in horror: "Master didn't go in with a sword!"

"He doesn't have his natal sword anymore," Jiusujian weakly reminded his sword cultivator, "If the natal sword spirit was still there, he would have been beaten by his sword when he hugged me and talked all day long."

Ying Yao was a little dazed, and he muttered to himself: "How could it be possible that the master doesn't have the natal sword? When I left, he was still beating up the apprentice with the sword in his hand?"

The Jiusu sword poked him hard, and said loudly: "Give him a sword of any kind, or you will have to use a branch!"

Ying Yao came back to his senses.

He has the Jiusu Sword, I Know the Sword, and a shape-changing magic weapon in the hands of the sword boy. The Jisu Sword has a sword spirit and recognizes him as the master. His body has been impregnated with his Tao. I am afraid that it will be hindered.

I know that a sword is nothing more than ordinary iron, no matter how hard it is polished, it can't be reborn, and the sharpening weapon in the sword boy's hand has become exhausted after he and Zhuo Yuanshan's toss.

Each of the three swords has its disadvantages, and Ying Yao had a hard time choosing, but he didn't hesitate in the room for too long, and the sword repairer rushed to the quiet room for retreat.

Zheng Chuan had already walked out of the classroom, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, he was taken aback when he saw Ying Yao running over in a hurry, and hurriedly waved him away: "What are you running here for? Go and go, don't make trouble, look at you My brothers and sisters go!"

Ying Yao suspected that he had completely forgotten that he didn't have a sword in his hand, and now was not the time to take care of his master's face. He took out all the swords in his hand and put them in front of Zheng Chuan, asking him, "Which one do you use?"

Zheng Chuan subconsciously grabbed his waist with his hands, and then remembered that after Ying Yao was imprisoned by Zhuo Yuanshan, in order to get back his "I Knowing Sword" and to support the entire sect waiting to be fed, he took the He sold his natal sword.

The head of the sect is old and frail, and he has to watch his apprentices. There is no way to run around like Ying Yao. Where can he earn Lingshi? Collect the resources to raise the two outstanding ones, or sell your own sword, and then go out and find a job nearby, which can last for a while.

That sword is also an old sword. The sword spirit raised by the previous owner disappeared without a trace. Take it and sell it.

Before half of the spirit stones for selling swords were used up, Zhuo Yuanshan sent people to take them captive to Xixue Mountain, where they were raised with delicious food.

After all, Ying Yao was raised by him since he was a child, and he knew what happened when he saw his expression. He didn't speak, but pushed the three swords in front of him forward, and urged Zheng Chuan to choose one to deal with Thunder robbery.

Zheng Chuan hesitated for a moment, picked up the Wozhi Sword, and returned the Jiusu Sword and Sword Attendant Boy's sharpening weapon to Ying Yao: "These two are too good, I don't need them," he looked at Ying Yao. Yao said softly, "When your father sent me here, you were not as tall as a sword, and you were wrapped in fox fur like a ball of hair. After I raised you, the first thing I did was sell the fox fur. At that time, only I beg you to grow up safely and carefree, I never thought you would be so promising now, you are better than Master."

Ying Yao always felt that his next sentence was not good, so he looked at Zheng Chuan vigilantly. The head of the sword sect who entered the world laughed, and waved his hands to urge his apprentice to get out.

He knew that although he hadn't practiced seriously for many years, his every move was in line with his Taoism, and the power of the thunder calamity would not be too great, so he was not worried. Branches will be able to overcome the tribulation, and when they see Ying Yao, they calm down and pick a sword that suits them.

I know that there is no Ying Yao's own Tao in the sword, but after being polished by him for a long time, it still has a little bit of morality of "entering the world". Zheng Chuan stared away and Ying Yao looked down at the sword, thinking: apprentice I will be in charge of the master, so I have to drink some wine to celebrate.

Ying Yao retreated to the outside of the yard and rummaged through the mustard ring, found a picture of the Juling Formation that Zhuo Yuanshan had given him before, threw it outside the yard, and jumped up and down amidst Zheng Chuan's laughter and cursing of "go get some wine" Arrived in the courtyard of the juniors and sisters.

"Master has become a baby," he said to the junior sisters who were standing in the courtyard as if they were facing an enemy, "don't run around, just stand here and take a look if you can hold on, and go back to your room to rest if you can't hold on, don't worry about it." Don't hold on. Where are the juniors?"

His two juniors struggled to get out from the crowd, and the thunder calamity was brewing on it. Ying Yao didn't dare to fly up, and jumped on his toes to the roof to check the number of people. He found that except for the little boy who was still spitting bubbles. The younger brother is still in the house, and the rest of the people are all here.

He scanned around, grabbed Zheng Mo, who had the highest cultivation, and asked her to look at these people, then ran to find his junior brother, and carefully set up a series of magic circles around him to isolate the sound and eliminate the chaos of spiritual energy, and stood in a I can see the courtyard of the junior sister and wait at the place where the junior junior brother is guarding.

Zheng Chuan's Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation was much simpler than the one he was tossed about by Ying Yige. After half an hour, the thunder cloud dissipated, and the younger sisters crowded in front of Zheng Chuan with laughter and dances. Zheng Chuan was patient. It took another half an hour to send them all away, Ying Yao sent the sleeping junior back, and stood at the end waiting for the master.

Zheng Chuan returned my Zhijian to Ying Yao, looked at his apprentice's longing eyes, and said with a headache: "Is it okay to drink first and then talk about the sword?"

Ying Yao put away the Wozhi sword that had been washed and became shiny by Lei Jie, and muttered in a low voice, "At least tell me what the eighth sword is."

Zheng Chuan showed an expression of not asking me to name it, he gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and used his fingers instead of the blade to make a gesture with Ying Yao, Ying Yao's eyes lit up, and blurted out: "Three Immortal Swords?"

Zheng Chuan had nothing to say, and felt that Ying Yao's level of naming was worse than his own: "Where is the meritorious deeds?" OK?"

"I think it's pretty good," Jiusujian followed Ying Yao to persuade him, "Isn't it commonly known as the nurse's sword? After seeing Ayao's teaching you to be a human sword, you know that he is from the same line as Master."