Tonight's long night has just begun, and Sedum is completely sleepless. He and Nightshade are sitting and chatting in the tomb of Master Shenjian.

This is indeed a very comfortable place. Except for the main bedroom door, which is closed with a rusty copper lock, the remaining grottoes are open for people to visit. Jingtian guessed that Patriarch Yun and Patriarch Han were here.

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"I can't believe that such a powerful person can be like an ordinary person in private." Jingtian sighed sincerely. He found a row of bookshelves in the second grotto from the left in the east, filled with miscellaneous books and travel notes.

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Among the strange biographies, there is Yun, a miscellaneous account of the daily life of the two Hans. The author is signed "Shui Kong". I guess it is the Patriarch Han. Looking at the clear and meaningful words in the article and the long feelings, I can't help but secretly admire these two immortal couples.

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"When can I find such a suitable lover?" The boy recalled the appearance of the Tang family girl. The figure in his thoughts seemed to be more beautiful than usual. He became obsessed without realizing it, as if he was watching a group of unpredictable people.

When you look at a beautiful woman in the invisible clouds and mist, your infatuation is always hard to break.

He was crazy here, and suddenly a cute and amiable face appeared in front of him. It was his sister Solanum nigrum from the previous life. She brought a lamp, and the candle flame was like orange, illuminating her frosty white cheeks.

It seems to be covered with a layer of golden clouds, as if it is a lively sun, and it shines through the long dark night when it smiles.

"Brother, you are in a daze again." Nightshade is not as free and easy as the girl from the Tang family, and there is always a petty look on her soft and frail face.

Jingtian hurriedly returned the books in his hands and asked about Solanum nigrum's experience.

When she talked about the past, she always cherished the time she had spent together as a brother and sister. The rest was about her spiritual life after meeting the Four Swordsman Sects. Her face was full of joy when she talked, and the lamps she held in her hands shone with a warm light.

Jingtian heard from her how extraordinary he was in his previous life, the Prince of Jiang Kingdom, but he felt that this person was really far away from him. Less than a month ago, he was just a boy in Yong'an, Yuzhou. Now,

Good Luck has become a rookie in the Divine Sword Sect, but the vast world has not yet welcomed his arrival, and he himself has never had the courage to conquer mountains and rivers.

No matter what, he couldn't resonate with the past life mentioned by Solanum Kui. Every time she asked, "Brother, do you remember..." Jingtian could only nod indifferently. Solanum Kui also saw that he was in a bad mood.

Thinking that he had said something wrong, he put down the lamp cautiously and stood in front of him with his head lowered.

"What's wrong with you?" Sedum saw Nightshade lying down and making herself small. She felt on pins and needles and immediately jumped up to comfort her.

"It's Xiaokui who made brother unhappy."

"Nothing. I'm just, I'm not very interested in the past life." Jingtian spoke quickly, but regretted what he said, "I didn't mean to say anything bad to him, but I can't remember these... As the saying goes, it has nothing to do with me.

, that and so on, do you understand?"

Nightshade let out a sigh of relief, "No matter whether my brother remembers Xiaokui or not, you will always be my brother. In this life, we will never be separated again." She couldn't help but throw herself into Jingtian's arms, like a ball of warmth and softness.

The clouds have a light fragrance and a soft and plump touch.

"Cough!" Jingtian pretended to cough and pushed Long Kui away, "Xiao Kui, speaking of which, you met the four patriarchs back then and have been practicing till now. Do you know where they are now?"

Everyone in the world wants to know the whereabouts of the Four Divine Sword Sects, just like a person who has never seen the sea, but never forgets it after hearing the sound of the sea. The traces of the ancients disappeared in the dust of history, but there is no place on the earth that is not theirs.

The footprints are like the great god who has traveled all over the mountains and rivers in the profound eternal dream, attracting endless reverie.

Jingtian always thought that a person with unparalleled cultivation like the Four Divine Sword Sects must also have immortal life and live forever. At this time, he might be living in seclusion somewhere. If he is lucky enough to visit in the future and get guidance from his seniors, it will definitely be of great help to his cultivation.

Useful.

"Except for sister Liu Mengli, who should still be alive, the other three brothers and sisters are all dead." Solanum Longi looked sad.

"What?! Dead? But, how could they die? Aren't all the remains here just a tomb? Could it be that they faked their own deaths and secluded themselves from the world?" Jingtian held on to his last hope.

"Xiao Kui didn't lie. Brother Yuntianhe and sister Han Lingsha were buried together at Qingluan Peak, and brother Murong Ziying was buried near the Kunlun Jiuquan Spirit Vein. As for sister Liu Mengli, she is a dream tapir demon with a long life, but since Yuntianhe

My brother has not been seen since his death."

"But shouldn't people with their cultivation level be able to live a long time?"

"Human life ends sometimes, and only by becoming immortals and gods can they live for thousands of years. But they don't want to become immortals, they just want to grow old in the world." Nightshade intertwined their fingers and prayed silently for their old friend, "Brother Yun and Sister Han put their hands together.

After everything was arranged, I left Kunlun. Then one day, it seemed like two hundred years ago, I suddenly couldn't sense their energy. That was when they died."

Jingtian smacked his lips, "If you had to choose me, I must become an immortal, and then live a happy life with the person I like for tens of thousands of years, until I get tired of it."

Nightshade's eyes sparkled, "Xiao Kui is willing to stay with her brother all the time."

Jingtian still couldn't get used to this obedient girl, "What, Xiaokui, by the way, Master Chu and you have lived for a long time, right? So have you all become immortals?"

"No, ever since Brother Yun Tianhe and Brother Ziying refined the Immortal Stone, no monks can become immortals. Both Master Chu and Xiao Kui are somewhat different from ordinary people." Long Kui's face was filled with confusion.

When did the blood color fade away, her fair face became almost transparent due to its paleness. She was still pretty and charming, but Jingtian noticed some clues.

"You, what's your problem? If you don't want to tell me, then I won't ask."

"Xiao Kui will not lie to brother." Long Kui lowered his eyes, "On the eve of the fall of the Jiang Kingdom, brother, you forged the magic sword, and Xiao Kui was the body of the magic sword. Later, with the help of brother Yuntianhe and the others,

I practiced the Taoist Method and reshaped it after being refined by Jiuquan

Body. As long as the Tao embryo is immortal, Xiaokui will not grow old." She wrung her hands, extremely uneasy, "Sister Chu and Xiaokui are in similar situations. She is the Thoreau tree spirit, and she has the same fate as her twin sister.

, as long as her sister is still alive, she will not die."

Jingtian asked dryly, "What is the magic sword?"

Nightlong Kui's eyes were full of tears, "Brother, let's forget about the magic sword."

"Okay. Don't cry." Jingtian hurriedly took out the linen handkerchief and wiped Nightshade's face. Her cheeks were blushing and she suddenly started laughing again. Jingtian coaxed her, "Look at you, you cry and laugh sometimes, right?

Didn't you mean to tease me? You are not allowed to cry anymore. When you cry, I still feel sad."

Nightshade smiled, put her cheek into Jingtian's arms and rubbed it, then ran away and took out the magic sword from the sword box, "Brother, this sword is for you."

Before the sword was forged, the enemy invaded the capital of the Jiang Kingdom, and Prince Long Yang died of exhaustion. The magic sword was not yet completed. After four hundred years of refinement by the sword spirit Nightshade, the evil spirit of the current magic sword has faded away.

The two elements of "natural" and "man-made" are obtained to create a complete sword.

Maybe it can no longer be called a magic sword.

Jingtian took the sword. It was as clear as amethyst. The sword body was transparent, and the brilliance flowing inside seemed to hide a clear spring. Countless spiritual talismans flashed on the sword body. When he first used it, he felt that there was endless spiritual power coming from the sword.

The energy came from within his body and merged into the sea of ​​Tanzhong Qi, causing his cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

"What's going on?!" He was shocked and released the amethyst sword. The surging spiritual energy in his body was absorbed by the sword pool, overcoming his months of hard work.

Nightlong Kui was secretly anxious. It turned out that she was the one who instilled the spiritual energy of the Tao Fetus into Jingtian's body, hoping to use her 400 years of pure cultivation to help Jingtian become the best in the world overnight.

"Okay, okay, put your sword away."

"Brother, don't you like this sword?"

"That's not true, but I have a sword." Jingtian took off the Zhaodan Divine Sword from his back, his expression already satisfied.

Nightshade became naughty and said, "Brother, it doesn't matter if you get another one. In the future, one will be used for sword control and the other for fending off enemies. Isn't it also very suitable?"

Jingtian was troubled and thought privately: There is a secret behind this sword. I am afraid that Sister Nightshade has done something to it, but I still need to find out the reason first.

He tried again and again, but Nightshade finally told the truth, which made Jingtian angry, "Why are you doing this? Why do I need you to teach me my seven-foot-long man?"

"Xiao Kui just doesn't want my brother to work hard every day..."

"Okay, don't mention it again in the future. I don't want any of your cultivation. Even without this magic sword, I can still get ahead."

Long Kui couldn't help but her eyes turned red again, "Even if you are reincarnated and your past life is cut off, brother, you haven't changed at all."

The two brothers and sisters got along very well and talked until dawn. Jingtian suddenly felt empty in his belly and wanted to leave. Nightshade wanted to accompany her, but Jingtian wanted to refuse, but he softened his heart when he saw how pitiful she looked.

"A big living person like you appearing out of thin air will scare people."

Nightshade said it would be easy to do, but she turned into a rainbow and entered the body of the magic sword, and then disappeared without a trace. The sword contained the spirit of Nightshade, and it naturally flew to Jingtian and refused to touch him.

Stay away. He didn't want to have anything to do with this sword, so now he had no choice but to carry it behind him.

He turned around and saw that the two swords behind his back were both spiritual objects. When worn by the owner, they were as light as a feather, but when others tried to hold them, they were as heavy as a stone.

Nightshade sighed quietly in Jingtian's ear, "It's great to see my brother again."

Jingtian put his hand behind his back and stroked the sword gently, "Okay, okay, I'll take you to see everything in this world."

He stepped out of the tomb of his ancestor. At this moment, the morning light was dim, the mountains and rivers were dim, and the mountains were scattered in the ravines. At this silent moment, farmers were singing songs, and the disciples of Shenjian Sect were carrying hoes, walking in the deep dew.

On the field ridge.

Jingtian went to the dining hall to have breakfast, and happened to meet a girl from the Tang family. She saw the magic sword behind Jingtian with her sharp eyes and said in surprise: "What a beautiful sword! What is the name of this sword?"

"It's called...just call her Nightshade."

"Where did you get this sword? Is it a sword tomb? Or was it a gift from the sect owner?" The girl from the Tang family was obviously in a good mood and was more talkative than before.

Jingtian had no choice but to say that he had picked it up. Tang Xuejian heard that he didn't mean what he said, so she immediately snorted and went away.

"Don't go, wait for me."

"Oh, you are very generous. My legs are on me, so it's not up to me to decide where to go?"

"Miss, don't be angry, ah, I didn't lie to you." Jingtian Zhui stood behind Xuejian and briefly mentioned the origin of Nightshade Sword, "Yesterday I went to see the sect master, but she has been in retreat.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I walked back, and unexpectedly I heard a woman calling, so I followed, and finally picked up this sword."

Tang Xuejian frowned, "Okay, if I am a three-year-old child, can't you make up a decent story? Isn't this woman who is still in the middle of the night very beautiful?" She saw Jingtian without hesitation.

She nodded, feeling increasingly annoyed, "Bah, what a thief." She walked away quickly without looking back.

Jingtian chased her for two steps, but felt that it was boring to be entangled like this, so he stood there angrily and watched her go away.

The nightshade sword behind his back vibrated slightly, and his caring and good girl said softly: "Brother, don't be sad, Xiaokui will always be with you."
To be continued...